#libraryguarded

there is a clatter on the table as he drops his bag, coat dropping on the ground in a swift whoosh, the day’s troubles finally being dropped to the side as well when he steps close to her, arm wrapping around her back, lips swallowing her complaint ( he will put her table back in place later, right now he has more important priorities ).

rising his hand to cup her cheek, flynn pulls her in closer, lips slow and soft as he loses himself into the kiss.   there is nothing quite so bad, no end of the world or crisis threatening the human race that matters when she is this close.   her skin is warm beneath his palm, everything about her has always reminded him of sunlight, so enveloping and comforting.   it’s all he’s craved since he left the library a week ago.   “   good morning, eve.   ”   he pulls away slowly, peppering in kisses into her lips and cheek, using the same care he applies in saving the world to cover every inch of skin with his lips.   the words are whispered at her ear with a breathless sigh.   how he’s missed her!

❝ it sounds like we’re here for the same thing. ❞   which prompts the question of how the other had gotten onto the artifact’s trail. layla doesn’t think she’s a criminal here to steal this previously-stolen object, but she herself isn’t... alright, legally she’s a criminal, but morally she’s sound.  according to her code at least.  she doesn’t know if she can trust a stranger, but she’s willing to listen.