I'm a horrible person... #4.
[Comfort is a funny thing. Lacus typically sought it in song, in work, in Kira. But just now she's finding that Tyki is the best comfort she could ask for: no feelings to get in the way, no trust to chance being broken. Just this free-falling, hazy feeling of his hands in her hair, his dusty skin beneath her lips.]
[Lips that don't stop their harried descent down his chest when his comm rings.]