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The soft smile fell as he retreated back to last name basis despite...despite they still shared the same bed.
“I wouldn't have to do this if I wanted to causd harm. I thought you realized this by now.” no matter the effort, it wasn't only her pride nicked by such statement
“Why?” Cindy echoed with a sigh, gathering enough of the soft blankets to cover herself
“I'm damaged. I'm lonely. Figured out you might be too.” brutal honesty accompanied with curling further into herself
“You're handsome. For a criminal you have much more honor than the ones posing as heroes. I don't know how long I live, probably not for long. So why not?” she threw back the question with a knowing smile, her heart could give up on her almost anytime by now. Why not chase ghosts of intimacy in her last years?
For Killian, after sex " You know... Someday I will have to arrest you. But this is definitely not the day....nor the following day"
“ Or potentially the day after that...~ ” Killian murmured breathlessly towards the other “agent”, quirking his brows up at her with humor. Her moral ground and who she sided with was still unclear to him. On one hand, she hung out with the enemy (him) but on the other, she was associated with the HTUV. He did see that they’ve probably acknowledged each others’ differences and sides in exchange for intimate moments like this. Some doubt still stirred within him; he was a bit cautious about things like this. Lidded eyes watch Cindy as her chest rose and fell, trailing up her face and having an overall calm demeanor. He stayed in the bed for now, hands folded behind his head. “ Hm... Tell me, Flame. ” “ Why do you do this? We’re obviously on different sides... and I initially felt like you wanted to hang out this way to let my guard down, but... ” “ I know it’s more than that now, isn’t it? ”
@spirit-of-vengeance
“When is the last time you ate?” (Killian to Agent Flame/Agent!Cindy; noticing trauma sentence starters)
“What ” came the snap back of a response which indicated...there indeed has been some time
Her movements were still perfect, although the for how long very much lingered in the back of her mind. What possessed the criminal to ask such question, almost as if he was...concerned for her wellbeing.
“Difficult to keep track. Not like I can pause a chase or stealth mission for a snack at KFC.” the agent answered anyway with a shrug
“There was one time, at a gas station when I was filling my motorbike. I wanted to buy a sandwich and the kid pulled a gun on the cashier. Fucker was so fast that I chased him through half of the down before dragging his ass to the police station. He's probably getting an earful from his mother now. Idiot shithead held the bloody pistol sideways of course.” as Cindy recalled the events, that happened...a long time ago. And she was already famished by then. Oh.
“Why,” a more pleasant lilt of her voice, accompanied by a slight smirk “are you perhaps inviting me for dinner?”
