This felt real. This all felt so beautifully real. The softness of her lips pressing so hard against his own, the firmness of her buttâŠÂ The way she returned his advances, not only without complaint, but with actual glee. As much as Travis tried to just lose himself in it all, however, a small voice in the back of his mind couldnât shake the paranoia. What if this was only another lucid dream?
But then Quiet stopped the kiss, and she embraced Travis further. No sexual overtones, just⊠a sense of longing. Intimacy in its most pure. And it was then that the otaku finally allowed himself to fully realize: This was no dream. This was Quiet, the only woman Travis had ever gotten to know so intimately, so many times.Â
And likely the only one he ever would.Â
The only woman who never used his thirst to manipulate him. The only woman who looked at him the way she did. The only woman that constantly called Travis what he wanted to be: a hero.Â
So, why had she left him-Â
Travis wasnât going to think about that. He wasnât going to cry. He wasnât even going to resume the makeout-into-probable-sex session until Quiet gave a signal. For right now, he was just going to embrace the silent assassin right back, lose himself in her scent just like she-Â
There, a signal! Enough of this mushy crap!Â
Travis gave his signature perverted smirk, staring right into Quiets eyes. He brought her inside, just enough to slam the door behind him shut with a kick. And then? He slammed her against the wall (keeping his strength in mind), and re-captured her lips, more heated than before, pressing his whole being up against hers.Â
Travis had a feeling that catching up would only get in the way of things.
 Heâd looked so soft and gentle, so completely content to see her again. She couldâve sworn she saw a flash of something behind those aviators, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. In its place, he smirked. And oh, did Quiet know what that meant.Â
 As soon as her back hit the wall, the sniper gasped softly before eagerly returning the kiss. If this is what he wanted, she wouldnât complain. She wouldâve been lying if she said she didnât want to be with him or that she was alright with waiting until after they talked. Quiet was a sniper. She was patient - that was a great deal of what made her so effective as a weapon. But with Travis, she was constantly reminded that she was more than a weapon. She was a person, a friend. A woman worth being with.Â
 She smiled softly into the kiss for a moment, her hands slipping into his jacket to encourage him to take it off. Whether he did or not, Quiet tugged off both of her gloves so that when her hands crept up his shirt, she felt his bare skin on her own. She held him closer, palms resting on his lower back in a sort of loose hug. She wanted to be closer to him, sheâd spent the past month feeling guilty for leaving without a word, and lonely without his warmth both physical and emotional. Feeling like sheâd betrayed him. Just like she betrayed everyone else who had ever gotten close to her. That was her curse. Betrayal, lies, deception, and pain.Â
 Quiet knew his past. Knew just how many people had hurt him, how many people heâd lost and how fucked up his relationships were. But sheâd left him behind regardless. Sheâd left him behind, and he welcomed her with open arms. Was this taking advantage of him and his kindness? Her nails dug into his skin, almost hard enough to break skin. This wouldâve been impossible if theyâd tried anything other than this. Talking would have broken her - and here she thought she was ready to face him. She was starting to understand why heâd been so eager to push her up against the wall over holding her.