It was all a blur, and that's how Cole wanted it. Zippers were practically torn open and buttons snapped from their hold points. As their hearts pounded and pulses raced only music was the sound of voices gasping in pleasure and desperation, the only vision in the darkness of space was one of silhouettes and dreams.
For what seemed like a single instant frozen by their own desperate sensations there was no Pacifica, no war, no loss. There was only basic human desire.