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Even in death she would never forget the scent of him. How the smell of tobacco and sweat clung to every part of him as if it had been ingrained into his skin. It gave him a subtle bitter flavor, when she kissed him. The taste of stale cigarettes on his lips had become her candy, and she craved it every waking moment.

He was the one that had sought her out, taking her into his arms and teasing her with his mouth. She was his, and he could have every part of her. There was something different behind his touch that night, more than just a fuck. His fingertips traveled gently over her cheek, down the side of her neck, and to the swell of the breast. Their lips crashed together, tongues battling against one another. They were lost in a passionate heat, but his touch remained the same. Soft. Gentle.

Loving.

The thought brought a moan to the back of her throat, and she felt him smile against her lips. He pulled back a moment, brushing the hair from her face. The look in his eyes... She wasnÕt able to place it. They were filled to the brim with something other than the lust he commonly gazed at her with. Or the guilt that consumed him when he left her for the night.

ÒI never thought it'd be this way... Ó He whispered softly, cupping her cheeks.

ÒWe could lose ourselves.Ó She said, and the words brought a rich smile to his face. He wanted to be lost in her, lost in her heart, her kiss. She was his shelter when things became too much and his fear consumed him like a never ending night of insomnia. He was wonderfully close to her. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, and the rhythm was intoxicating. He gently pushed her backward, the backs of her legs meeting the edge of his bed. She lowered herself onto it, her hands reaching for his belt buckle.

When it was finally off and lying on the ground along with his trousers, he moved forward. Lips met once more, and he eased her back. His skin was hot, and she thought for a moment he might leave blisters where he touched her. He had braced himself with his elbows, the tips of their noses touching. She could taste his name on her tongue, but she dare not speak it. He needed her, not to hear his name, but for her to embrace him fully and hide him from whatever it was that he had done to drive him to her. His lips found her ear, warm kisses suddenly pressed against the soft tissue behind her earlobe. Her fingernails dug into his back slightly, causing him to shudder delightfully.

Neither of them were able to wait. He nudged her legs apart, and as if on cue, she wrapped them around his hips. One of his hands reached for hers, and their fingers weaved together. He pulled back slightly, gazing down into her eyes. It was different when he entered her. He always stared down at her, though usually she averted her eyes by closing them, or burying her face in his shoulder. She stared up at him, the intensity rivaling only that of their hips as they joined.

Small sounds escaped both of their throats, sweat forming around the edges of their skin. Their bodies moved perfectly in time, like a well rehearsed dance.

Rise and fall, straining and meeting.

ÒWeÕll show them all,Ó He whispered suddenly, Òhow much we mean.Ó The pace of his thrusts increased, and she kissed him. Their eyes were still open, drinking in the sight of passion written across each otherÕs faces. They needed this.

Gerard wrapped his arm around her waist then, rolling over onto his back and sitting up. She knew what she was to do. He was still inside of her, and she wrapped her arms about his shoulders. Her hips began to rock, moving in slow circles as his hands dug into her hips. Their bodies tensed as they neared their peak. He moved one of his hands to the back of her neck, forcing her to kiss him.

ÒSomeone save my soul tonight.Ó He gasped, and her breath caught in her throat when she saw his eyes were shining. The sweltering passion between them was too much, and she was on the verge of tears.

ÒI wanna save your heart.Ó She whispered back, her body tightening around him as powerful waves washed over her. She collapsed against him.

ÒPlease save my soul.Ó He begged as he released in her, holding her so tightly against him he thought he would break her. Neither seemed to care. Perhaps if they held on long enough and tight enough they could fuse together and never have to be alone again. They were both running from themselves, seeking solace the only way they knew how. Everything else didnÕt matter but the salvation found in the caress of each otherÕs skin and the breath on one anotherÕs throats.

He lay back, she still on top of him. Slowly she rolled to the side, her body pressed against him. The sheets were cool against their fevered skin. The moment was perfect, but they knew hell was at the bottom of their fall. There was only one way to avoid it. Both entertained the thoughts in their own heads, but never spoke them. Gerard turned his head to look at her, caress her face and wipe the tears from her cheeks.

ÒI can't always just forget her.Ó He whispered. It felt like he had stabbed her through the heart, and she moved to get up. He grabbed her upper arm, turning her so she was almost touching faces with him again. The air was heaving, pushing down on his chest and making it hard to even speak. His throat was closing in, but he had to say it. ÒIf I died we'd be together.Ó

She watched him closely, her gaze lost in his eyes. This was the only way, only way to escape. It was the only way they could be together.

The only way they could love each other.

They eased back down onto the bed, Gerard pausing for a moment to pull something from the drawer of his nightstand. It was ominous in the moonlight, and he couldnÕt remember it being so heavy. It was their key, the only way escape. He lay on his back, she on her side next to him. Her forehead was against his temple, and they held on the best they could to each other.

ÒYou and I, we'll fly home.Ó She whispered in his ear.

ÒFrom silent dreams we never wake.Ó He answered, pressing the gun against his opposite temple. ÒAnd I love you for this day.Ó

Before she could answer, the trigger was pulled. For the last time their bodies mixed in a whirl of blood and sinew, their love written across the white walls of the hotel room.

They had escaped.