But He Stopped Pt 2

Singin' With A Swing

"OhmyGod."

I watched Rosie warily as she hesitantly stepped forward, then motored back until she tripped, landing hard on her ass.

"You okay Sugar?" I strode forward to the body, inspecting it.

"Aliens..." she breathed, "I just killed a life form from another planet. Oh my God. What if I started an intergalactic war? Does this mean all those people who got abducted were right?" Her face screwed up, she looked angry and on the verge of tears. "I just wrote them off as attention grabbers, as crazies. Back in the day." Her hand waved carelessly. "I killed it..."

"Didn't give you much choice." A breath whooshed out of me as I flipped the guy over.

He was much heavier than I anticipated.

"So bizarre." She whispered over my shoulder, her hand trembled as it pressed against my back for better viewing leverage.

"Let's get out of here." I pushed back against her, turning to face her. "You're in no shape to be in here right now."

She was silent, looking at me and then at the body. Finally she nodded, turning on a heel and walking out into the warming Spring sun.

~*~*~

We sat beside the fire under the twilight sky, stars warring with clouds for dominance.

"It's almost Summer." I stretched, against the tree I was leaning.

She nodded, just as glum as usual.

"So what's up?" I pried, "You've been even more withdrawn and melancholic than normal. something is going on."

She chewed on her lip, her eyes riveted to the cackling flames. "I have to kill a Courser. An Institute hotshot and get his brain chip to find Shaun." Her voice was low. "I just feel like..."

"You could totally take a Courser. Hell, I'll do it for you if you want?"

She shook her head, her hair was now just below her ears. "I don't mind killing one." She shrugged, "It's just been one errand after another, after another, after another." She slipped off her log perch and worked her way to my side.

I shifted over as she cuddled up against my side, her hand immediately moving to my chest again. I clasped it within my own, wrapping an arm around her. We sat in silence for a while before I realized she was crying.

"Hey! Hey, no... Sister..."

She hiccuped, "I-I'm s-sor-ry." She wiped her nose, taking a deep breath and steadying her breathing. "I d-don't know wh-hy I star-rted crying li-ike that." She breathed out heavily, her big watery eyes locked onto mine. Her hand moved to my face. "I'm just... Hancock...?"

There was a question there I didn't know how to answer. She leaned up and kissed me. It was different than before, it wasn't just lusty. There was something there, the taste of a question that I didn't have words for. It ignited something deep in my gut. As that emotion unfurled and wound its way up into my chest our kiss deepened from a statement to an exploration. Her tongue flicked against my lip, finding its way to mine when I sighed against the contact. Her hands worked blindly at my leather jacket, peeling it mostly off with a growing urgency as she moved to straddle me. I growled at her shifting, anchoring her face in place with one hand clasped firmly on the back of her head while the other trailed down over her side, grabbing her hips firmly as I ground against her, earning a sigh.

She leaned back, letting me take her in as she unclasped her own jacket, peeling out of her flannel top, leaving her top half in nothing but a flimsy bra. She was breathtaking. Her body a myriad of new scars, muscle and soft skin, curved and planes and hills and valleys. Her eyes were still red and swollen from crying, she sniffled as her hands undid her pants and immediately moved to my own. I sat forward and took off my shirt. Her hips moved unceasingly against me, encouraging the rush of blood to my cock.