The woman blinked rapidly, chocolate eyes failing to adjust to the warm light of her small apartment. She had always slept with some form of illumination, making a point of keeping any place she stayed well lit at all times, but it was nothing compared to the familiar, orange glow behind her trusty lenses. In spite of her shortcoming, Switch barely even considered herself a hapan, having visited the capital planet of her species on only one occasion to a rather unpleasant reception. It spoke volumes that she hadn't shot the the man the very moment his fingers touched the expensive eye wear, the slicer having paid the price on numerous occasions for letting them slip from her head in a fight.
It was darker in the space between them, the closeness of their bodies preventing the droning corner lights from entering the shared space. It looked to her weakened eyes like twisting, inky shadows, the deepest of umbras coiling in the precious little space between their chests. It caused the woman's hair to stand on end, bumps rising from her arms to her neck as the breath caught in her throat. It was a more instinctual action than anything else, however, her body conditioned to resist that frightful darkness, but right now she was not afraid. Slender fingers dug into her companion's collar, her chest flattening against his to kill that lingering shadow as she took those lips again.
Experienced hands got to work, deceptively soft fingers running down that silly band logo before vanishing under the hem of the assassin's shirt. They wasted no time, shedding garments with surgical precision as she forced her guest in the direction of her bunk. Weapons and gear littered the floor in their wake, nothing left to separate the pair as the slicer pushed him down onto the mattress. It was compact, yet comfortable, providing more than enough room for two bodies when personal space was no longer an issue.
It was a dance with which both participants were intimately familiar, each having ample opportunity to demonstrate their best steps. For the longest time no words were exchanged, but none were required for Switch to find her voice. The two of them had moved beyond simple communication, working in tandem to forget the existence of yesterday and tomorrow. It was just what the slicer needed, and just like all good things, it was over too soon.
For several minutes everything was still, killer's fingers running across her dark hair as she breathed across that toned chest. She had no idea where her cigarettes had ended up, but the warm body, only partially obscured by her own, could still provide some comfort for her steadying heartbeat. It would soon be time to get back to being adults, but she saw no reason why she couldn't take just a few more minutes to relax.
"Mmm... tell me more." There was still a plan to go over, after all, and getting up was always a pain in the ass.
[member="Lancer Damar"]