#post op: reaperfall

[luca-moreno]

I'm in love with you.

I want to give you everything. My past. My future. All of it.

It's you and me, Luca.

Luca was still trying to catch his breath when Ryan leaned down and whispered the words into his ear. He moaned softly, partly from Ryan’s breath on his flushed skin, partly from the thrill that rolled through him with every murmur of Ryan's promises.

He rubbed his fingers along Ryan’s jaw, digging his fingers in gently into his scruff before tugging him into a kiss.

“You and me,” he whispered back and Ryan shifted enough to trace a fingertip over Luca’s sweat slicked collarbone towards where the light collar sat at his throat. “I’m yours. I think I always have been.”

He sighed happily as Ryan leaned down to kiss him again, punctuating the touch with another insistent roll of his hips.

Luca whined weakly. “Ry, I… I’m so wrecked.”

“Aye,” Ryan’s eyes danced with lewd satisfaction. “Ye are.”

Luca couldn’t help the small laugh. Their passionate lovemaking wasn’t entirely what he meant but Ryan knew that.

“No, I mean… I think I need to sleep before dinner. But I don’t want to. I wanna stay here with you in me, but I wanna go exploring with you and I wanna see the farm and talk some more to Mara and-“

“Ye ken still do all that love. There’s time enough for all of it.”

Luca fiddled with an imaginary thread, biting his lips. His eyelids felt so heavy and just a few hours ago they had all been fighting for their lives. The highs and the lows of the last twenty four hours was starting to grate on him.

But he still couldn't let Ryan go.

“I know Mara wants to catch up with you," he whispered, trying to think of a happy medium they could be satisfied with. "But, um. Will you stay? Just until I fall asleep?”

[mason-knight-retired]

(post reaperfall op)

X

Mason smacked his husband’s ass before rolling off and heading into the small washroom attached to their quarters. He caught sight of himself in the mirror as he flicked on the taps, turning to inspect the jagged wound against his side. He’d been in more fights with reapers than he could count but that was by far the closest call he’d had with a banshee’s claws. The nanites in his blood had taken on the worst of it, healing him faster than an average human could hope for but there was no more Cerberus to blend away the superficial scarring it would leave behind, or repair the cybernetic weave of his skin.

It wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened and he told himself he’d go see Kate later, even drag the whole squad with him to check their baselines, make sure they were all still running at optimal levels even without their careful tuning from the Cerberus mainframe. Better to be on top of any issues now when they were small, rather than wait for a catastrophic failure out in the field.

With that thought in mind, he tapped out a quick message to Ben, cc’d Nico to make sure it was enforced then send it off. He stepped in under the spray of the water and let it wash away the last of his tension.

Then he’d go explore whatever delights this planet still had left to offer.