A Little Broken [Three Trinities Haven Church]

[Oriena]

His mouth and hands were full of need, like a man starved. The release of his grip broke the spell on her a little, but only in so much as it returned her agency. His shivering body pressed into hers. She felt the moment he let go of any shred of self restraint. Because the heat.

Sasha pawed at her soaked clothes, and some of those touches made her gasp, though she wasn’t sure if that wasn’t just a combination of the cold and the pent up coil of her own need. She shed the waterlogged jacket easily enough, but

the 
fucking
pants.

Those were stuck tight as second skin. Slices of air made it easier work, and she felt the sharp scratch against her own flesh underneath, not knowing if it left marks though it certainly drew noises from her throat. One leg was so ruined by scars it hardly mattered. And Ori rarely minded those kinds of souvenirs.

The wall behind warmed rapidly, and she arched a little, understanding it was him but also understanding his power was a loose canon. But it didn’t catch, and it didn’t burn, and soon she only revelled in the contrast of ice and heat. Sasha hungered. The passion consumed raw and his touches were confident but they weren't knowing. It was instinct as untempered as the waves of power he must be sending into the wall. Ori liked rough and she didn't mind sharp and quick, but right now she wanted release. He started this with a hand around her neck. And he could fucking finish it.

When her hand curled into his hair it was as firm as before, but this time it didn’t push him away with disdain, it guided him downward. Over the soaked curves her tank still plastered. He didn’t resist. She hooked her leg on his shoulder when he was low enough, helped peel the leather still glued to her hips and thighs. He didn't need much encouragement beyond that but her hand remained anyway, and she told him what she needed.

At release the leg she was balanced on buckled a little, and she slid a moment, shoulder stinging. She was panting when she caught herself. The wall scalded almost too hot, and she could smell burning by then, though not of flesh. She didn't offer to return the favour, and she wasn’t sure it was what he was thinking anyway as she pulled him back against the wall.