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“What’s up, Vicar?” You couldn’t help using his title back at him, dancing off your tongue. You let your eyes move from him, ignoring how his lips pressed together for just a moment. You almost didn’t see it, but you were used to watching his small expression shifts, clear as day to you now. 

“We almost lost you.” His words were void of emotion, unable to share what he so clearly wished to. 

“Yeah…  I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell any of the crew about that. Don’t really want to have them worrying more than they already do.” After a particularly bad run, most of them realized how dangerous what you all were doing was. But your words spoke to an order, not a suggestion between friends. 

“I’m not planning on it.” You felt his hand on your shoulder, a gentle weight against the thin fabric you were dressed in. This wasn’t supposed to be a dangerous mission; just a recon for some small items. Someone would pay big bucks for the information stored in the terminals you’d seen. Either way, you were glad you hadn’t worn too much armor, if it meant you got to feel how warm and strong the man’s hands were. 

“Is something wrong, Vicar?” You saw the concern once your eyes moved from the hand on your shoulder up to his eyes, concern clear in the depths. 

“We almost lost you.” He couldn’t help looking away from your gase for a moment. “I almost lost you.” The words weren’t said flippantly, emotion tangled into the syllables. 

“You almost lose me every day.” 

“Not like that.” 

“Like what?” You held a warning in your voice, clearly waiting for just how he would phrase the next words. You felt his hand leave your shoulder, fingers dragging against your back just for a moment longer. 

“Normally, you have the protection of armor and at least one other person other than me. You’re not this,” and here his words caught for a moment. “Vulnerable.” He was firm in his choice, unwilling to argue about the exact word. You let the silence stretch between you two, thinking over your words. 

“At some point, you have to accept the truth of the matter, the actual universal truth. We all die, eventually. We’ll never know how it’s going to take us, so you have to make the most of what you’ve got, when you can. Find your home, and…” Your shoulder lifted, and dropped. “Live.” 

“And what’s to stop me from making my home here, with you?” 

“The mantibeasts, mostly.” Your lips curved up just slightly, rueful in the horrible humor. You were proud of the words, when you saw his lips turn up. 

“Not your disagreement?” He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. 

“Not in the slightest.” you took the other step needed at your own words. His hand came up to your chin, turning your face just right to meet his. His chapped lips pressed against your own, kissing you with enough passion to pull your breath away. 

“I don’t think we’ll get better privacy for a while, but we’ll have to be quick.” You matched his gaze, passion clear between you. His hands dropped to your pants, pulling them down to your knees. His own followed suit, turning you around to bend over the counter you’d just been searching. His hands were effective on his own pants, pulling them down when there was a growl from outside. You both paused for a moment, weighing the benefits for just a moment. You felt him at your entrance, and you nodded, making the decision quickly. 

The push in was tight, just a little painful. You felt his hand move over your mouth, his large hand pressing over you.  His chest pressed against your back, lips pressing against your neck again. 

You heard him softly whispering against your skin, but you couldn’t make out the exact words he was saying at first. But when his head turned slightly as his thrusts started, you realized he was reciting scripture you didn’t care to learn. His words were soft, until they faltered when you tightened around him. He stuttered for a moment, until he finished with the words. 

“Are you going to stay quiet if I speed up?” His words were whispered into your ear, and you didn’t hesitate to nod. His hand slipped down from your mouth to your throat, pausing for just a moment. It was clear he was silently asking for permission, that it was okay he did this. You bit your lip, pressing just slightly into his strong hand. It tightened around your neck, only enough to make a point, suggest something for later. And you were certain that you were going to take him up on it. 

Your hand slipped between your legs, searching for that peak you needed. Your teeth caught your lip, trying your hardest to be silent. 

His head pressed to the crook between your shoulder and neck, his teeth pressing into your skin. It was all you needed to finish around him, your moan muffled against your own hand. He finished shortly after, painting you with ropes of cum. He turned your head, pressing your lips together for a final kiss. It showed more than you’d expected, emotions pouring out easily after that show of passion. 

“You’re not sleeping in our cabin tonight.’ You promised him that the moment your lips separated. “That’s an order, Vicar.” Not that there was doubt of it. 

“Only if that means I’ll be with you.” There was a glint in the man’s eyes. This was the start of a new path that you weren’t sure where it would lead. You knew that it could cause issues, conflicts of interest, but there was some small part of you that really didn’t care.