#drklng.

          IT CERTAINLY WASN’T the best way to get caught and the soft blush blooming on the apples of her cheeks was an indicator of that. Moments before, she’d been in Aleksander’s lap, lips on either side of his thighs, her hands tangled in his hair, their lips moving rather ferociously in, what was, the quiet of their own room. Now they’re sat, both flushed with heaving chests, lips red and swollen, marks steadily appearing on the exposed skin of their necks, while Aleksander glares at the person who chose to interrupt what was supposed to be a private moment. They rarely had those anymore, with everything going on, so whenever the opportunity arose, they’d lock themselves away for as long as they were able. Apparently, do not disturb meant very little to the others.

          WRITHING IN PAIN, Sam glares at the other man, jaw clenched. “God damn, you’re so perceptive. You a detective or something?” He attempts to sit up, but the pain radiating from his broken ankle makes it nearly impossible to move. He groans, loudly, and drops his head back onto the cold concrete, “Could you do something a little more productive than standing there like a lost dog? How about a hand here, eh?”

          AFTER WHAT FELT like forever, she pulls back and studies his face. “Sorry, I-” Her words are cut off by the sight of a new mark on his face. Her brow furrows in concern, “Where did you get this?” She cups his cheek and allows her thumb to wander over the expanse of the cut, gently. “You’re so reckless...” The words are breathed against his skin, her neck stretching up to leave a tender kiss on the mark,. Her lips linger for a moment before she ducks her head down and tucks into the comfort of his neck, “You had me scared half to death, you know.” She expresses, completely aware that he must have already known how terrified she was.

          SHE GRUMBLES UNDER her breath, diligently wrapping the broken appendage up. “You’re a complete dumbass, you know that?” Things had been a blur. They had been up against more  Black Suits  and Leah had been cornered, but thank god for Aleksander’s careless impulsivity. Now, they’re sat on the floor of some old crumbling building, Leah attempting to set his broken elbow back into place long enough for them to seek medical care, “Throwing yourself through a window to escape them definitely wasn’t the best idea you’ve had.”

there’s  no  crunch  of  footsteps  on  leaves,   but  she  doesn’t  miss  the  approaching  figure .      zoya’s  hand  drops  and  the  breeze  falls  away .      “  moi  soverennyi .      i  presume  there’s  a  reason  you  chose  here  to  meet  instead  of  inside  the  palace ?  ”      a  raise  of  her  brow  doesn’t  pose  a  challenge,   and  instead  raises  curiosity .