Re: Top Deck, toward the promenade
He shivered too, her touch and the cold of it sending tremors down his spine. They only increased with every press of her lips, every word, and every place flashing in his mind as he imagined taking her there and what they would do there.
“Promenade,” he agreed, for it was the closest. Now it was his turn to dip his head, rain kisses across her cheek, down the neck, a reverent kiss to her pulse before he nipped at her shoulder with his teeth. “I don’t think I could make it farther than that.” Well, they might have made it to the elevator but probably no farther. Already his hands were on her, gripping her hips tightly before he pulled her away from the wall.
Effortlessly he carried her, stealing kisses when he could though keeping an eye out not to trip and drop her. Each step was coupled with a heated kiss, to her lips, to her neck, reminding him that he’d been out too long, taking care of strangers and helping citizens and ignoring everything he might have wanted or needed out of life. He knew he couldn’t stay out forever. Duty would always call. But this wasn’t so bad, a small bit of time carved out for him and her. He could give her this and take what she’d give him in turn.