A Bullet Always Tells the Truth(Kaz)

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt arms wrapping about her, a little whimper given and yet as she heard that voice next to her ear, heard the words being ushered forth and her mind started to race back to the events that had led up to being at this place, she gave a soft little defeated cry and shifted just enough so that she could turn her body and curl into him, burying her face into his chest. She couldn't stop the tears that came as she tried her best to control her breathing, to stop herself from having some variation of a panic attack and to try and just let herself be here and not stuck back in that place. "Ev..Every time the light came on...." She choked on the words, unable to speak without her stammering and stuttering no matter how much she might have wanted to....Because honestly, in this moment, the last thing her mind was on was the fact that she couldn't talk right.

Pressing into him, she continued to cry softly, fingers curled within his shirt and clinging to him, afraid that if she let go she was just going to get sucked right back into her nightmare, right back into that place and everything that had gone on there. She had so many scars and marks left behind by Earth, some of which she remembered getting, others happening after the blackouts started. "It...It was like I was hi..his little pet....Like he...he favored me.....The way he talk...talked and touched me....I..I hate him so much.." Yes, she got that he was dead, she was not herself but she was not stupid. The moment Patrick had said those words to her on the dock she had known, and though they still did not sit right, somewhere deep in her mind, she knew them to be true. But that didn't mean she hated the man any less.

[Legion]

She turned into him, falling into his chest sobbing near uncontrollably. She fought as she could, to control herself as Patrick wrapped his arms around her holding her tightly. Her heaving breath threatening to shake both of them but Patrick held firm hushing and holding her. He wasn't sure what effects his attempts to calm her were having but he figured it was worth a shot. When she spoke up for the first time, her fear of the light made sense. What ever exactly it was that Earth had done, he had done after turning on the lights. Made perfect sense when you stopped to think about it.

Kazumi gripped his shirt, sinking further into him. As she did this she talked about her experiences, nothing specific but vague descriptions of what Earth had done coming further into light. Disgust was the best emotion Patrick felt for the man, but that was over now. He could easily accept his passing, perhaps only because he had forced the man's departing himself. But that was not the point, or the focus here. The focus now was on consoling the crying young woman in his arms.

"I know," Patrick said, "I know ye hate him."

There were plenty of things Patrick could say to her, but they were pointless. They were useless. In most of these circumstances, simply being there was the best thing to do for the person. Not trying to solve their dilemma. Just to be there and offer a shoulder to cry on. That's what Patrick would offer here...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

As his arms wrapped tighter around her, she felt herself trying, at the very least, to calm down, but no matter how much she tried, the images would not go away, they would not leave her mind and she caught herself absentmindedly reaching down with one hand and tracing a spot along her right side, a spot where one of the many scars rested. She hated it, just as she hated all the others. Constant reminders of what he had done, like some part of her would always belong to him, even in his death.

She whimpered once more, though her crying began to ebb, if only just. "H..He would cut me...to make her come out....to p..play with her....Sometimes he go...got too carried away....went to..to deep." She sniffled, at least able to talk without sobbing so terribly hard as she kept her face pressed into him as best she could manage without stifling the words that came forth. "He..u..used to make me wat..watch these pictures...over and over....a...and then would put this..thing on me...th..that shocked my brain...talking to me....saying things...Bu...But I cant remember the words...I try and I try but I can't."

She wasn't sure that he even cared to hear any of this, but she just....couldn't really help herself. It was hard with the images continuing to run through her mind to just let it pass, to just, stop rambling, though eventually she would bite down on her lower lip to try and silence herself, instead opting to just bury herself further into him and try to hide in his arms as much as possible.

[Legion]

Patrick say her drag a hand down her side. Under any other circumstance Patrick might see it nothing more as a random action, but no. This seemed far more methodical then that. The way she ran her hand down her side convinced Patrick that there was something under her shirt there, a scar no doubt. It was not a scar that she wished to have, or liked in any sort of way, that much was clear. Patrick frowned, but chose to say nothing.

Patrick grimaced as she explained how she had been tortured. He didn't approve but he understood, at least a little of Earth's methods. Patrick didn't understand the picture thing or the brain shock thing as anything other then brain washing but the rest of it made perfect sense to him he was unfortunate enough to say. It didn't make it anymore acceptable, or less hated in his eyes, but still. Patrick was way more familiar then he cared to admit. He sighed though heavily, in sympathy with her. His understanding of Earth's methods made him no less sympathetic to her, or more sympathetic to Earth, if anything it made him hate the idea behind the man even more.

Patrick didn't know what to say to Kazumi though. He wanted to make her feel better. Patrick wanted to tell her that eventually this would be nothing more then a distant memory, but he couldn't. This was a life altering experience that seemed to be the type that she'd carry to her grave. In Patrick's experience it was just a burden she'd have to learn to carry with her. Patrick hoped she could toss it off, but that seemed unlikely. There was still that hope though.

As silence fell around them Patrick would speak, "If ye want to talk, I'll listen. If ye don't, I'll sit here beside ye. I can't offer ye much, other then that I won't leave ye this time. I'll do everything in my power to stay by yer side, if ye'll let me."

In the end the best Patrick could really offer was that, and maybe a little bit of experiential advice. He did plan on doing everything in his power to stay, but with outside forces acting up, he wasn't sure what that would mean. So all he could offer was his best effort, which unfortunately was still better then what he had given last time...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Slowly she started to settle down, she felt the tears starting to cease as they fell from her eyes and the trembling, though still there was weaker and much less noticeable. A little whimper escaping her here and there, but other than that it was pretty clear that she was calming down way more than she had been only moments before.

When he spoke, she would eventually pull back from him and cast a glance upward toward his eyes, even in the darkness finding herself able to see a good enough view of him that she could look at him, though perhaps he couldn't see the look in her eyes which was a mixture of both happiness and pain. Not so much pain caused by anything he had said or done, no...but pain caused simply from the fact that she felt like nothing more than a burden on people at this point.

Still she would find herself nodding slightly as she swallowed down past the lump in her throat, her hand moving to rest upon the side of his neck as she sniffled a bit to draw back what tears still lingered within her eyes, preventing them from falling. "I...I would like that..." She didn't want him to leave her again, didn't want to feel that pain of having him push her away. She understood better than most, now, that you couldn't just promise to always be there, the most you could hope to do is try....So saying he would try meant the world to her. "I promise I will tr...try to be here for you....If you need me.." A weak, tired little smile given as she nodded, her hand softly trailing her fingers against his neck, though she held herself in position, hesitant to actually kiss him. Not for any fear of her own, just because she felt like maybe she had been doing that too much and well....she worried it would ....annoy him or something....Hell, she wasn't sure.

[Legion]

As she pulled back his hands fell down around her lower back, allowing her to look up at him. Like her, he had little trouble making out her features with the little light that they had. His eyes being well adjusted by now, having spent the last few hours awake, in the dark. Well that and he had spent a long time working in the dark so he was use to low light conditions. As he looked into her eyes he saw both happiness and pain, though he was unsure of what to make of that. Why both? Did he say something wrong? Right? He was unsure.

Patrick could only assume that he was not to blame when she put her hand on his neck saying she'd like it of he stuck around. That was definitely a happy answer. Though it was her saying that she'd be there for him that drew a far more pressing matter to his mind. Well that, and she was hesitantly waiting to kiss him. Almost as if she was waiting for him to take the initiative. Patrick looked away for a moment, trying to pick his words before they came to him, "Before ye make that promise, I think it's time for ye to get a chance to push me away."

Patrick choosing that phrase intentionally, to show that if at all possible he wouldn't leave or push her away again. The choice was now up to her, entirely and whatever decision she made, Patrick would respect that. Patrick paused for a moment

"I have to tell ye something" Patrick said, pausing again to let that sink in, "I know ye knew I was in some deep shit before, having not told ye my name. Truth is that even at 1033 I was registered as Daniel Heart. There was only one person that knew my name and identity, because we use to run in a gang together, that's irrelevant though. The reason I change me name was because years ago, as Patrick O'Connor I made a lot of enemies here in New York. Killed a lot of mobsters, and people high up in the underground. The scars on my back I use to spray paint everywhere and everytime I killed someone. Called me the angel of death. Long story short there was a betrayal and it ended up with a lot of dead bodies, the assumption was I was among them. A few years back someone found out I was still alive, she was the one that tortured me, sprayed me with that datura shit. I got away, but I would find out later that that was staged and the underworld was told I was off limits. Something about me suffering more alive then dead."

Patrick paused again, "But I blew town again going back out west as Daniel Heart, where I got caught up with my current "employers". They forced me back to New York, but allowed me to keep my cover name, to keep eyes off of me, as well as suspicions. When shit went down at 1033 I took action, told my "bosses" to go fuck themselves and went after faux earth. In the process I outed myself, simply because it was the easiest means to the end and well, there was not after the fact for me.

Patrick sighed, "But there was an after and my bosses saw it fit to not use the leverage they had on me to not put me away forever, or kill me. So now I'm stuck doing jobs that have gotten increasingly more violent then before the dragons incident. And to add to that I have all eyes of the underworld on me, people who would and have done almost anything to make me suffer. I see them trying to tail me some time. I can't help but shake the feeling that there's a huge shit storm about to rain down on me and anyone near me. And I can't tell when or how."

Patrick made eye contact with her again, "I really want to be here for ye, but I don't want ye to suffer for my past. If ye don't want to have anything to do with that, or me, I'll understand."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She had to admit, she wasn't sure what to make of this, and in some way, before he began to speak, she felt like perhaps this was some attempt to have her push him away so that he would not have to do so himself. Yet, she cared for him, and would give him the benefit of the doubt as she had every time they had gone through any situation such as this. Shifting just a bit, so that she could now sit facing him, to allow him her undivided attention, she would give a little nod, and yet remain silent.

The entire time he spoke, those blue eyes never left his own, her hand only having fallen from his neck due to her new position, but it would instead find itself softly reaching out as her little fingers curled about his own hand gently. More as a silent gesture to say/show that she was there than anything else, because she, of all people, knew how important it was to have somebody there when baring your soul, even to a minor degree.

When he was done, she would allow a moment of silence to pass, thinking over everything he had said, but more importantly thinking about how to say what she wanted to say. She wanted it to come out in her tone, the one that she had used with him so often in the past, not the broken, shaken and scared tone that belonged to the girl that she was now. Finally, once she was sure that she had herself together enough to manage, she would draw in a soft breath and allow a little smile to curl onto her face. "You know, the day we met, I knew what you were into...Well, not exactly what you were into, but I knew it was bad, if you felt that you had to lie to me about your name....and I have lived in a family where bad deeds are a common occurrence, so I knew that by getting involved with you, even as a friend, could potentially be putting me at risk." She paused, both to give her words time to sink in, and to work on continuing what bit of composure that she had in that moment. Not wanting to mess up what this was, with something as silly as her pathetic stammering.

"I knew all that, to some extent, when I kissed you the first time....and...well when we slept together, I knew that it could end badly for me...But I just, I just wanted to be with you....I didn't care about the consequences, and although, having you push me away the way you did hurt, so, so badly....I never regretted it." She swallowed past a small lump building in her throat as she softly brushed her tongue against her lips, finding her composure slipping, but wanting to latch onto it a bit longer.

"So yeah, I understand, that you are into some very bad things, and I understand that being close to you could put my life in danger, that I could end up being hurt in some attempt to get to you....I also understand that you might think, knowing all you have done, that I wouldn't want anything to do with you....But, I told you, that last night we were in a hotel room together, that I was going to be there for you, and what you do, or what you have done in the past, does not change that fact...." Slowly she should shift onto her knees, just so that she could inch closer to him, both her hands now falling to rest upon his chest as she leaned in, her forehead coming to press lightly against his own as she closed her eyes.

"But what I also know, is that you pushed me away to protect me, and bad things still happened, and nothing is going to stop them from happening, regardless if I am in your life or not.." Her tone lowering slightly now, as she leaned in just a bit more, her lips close to his, though not quite touching. "Most of all.....I...I know that....I want you in m..my life Patrick.....Whatever happens...w..we will just deal with it as it comes...." A little, tiny nod, her hand moving to either side of his face and thumbs softly tracing along his flesh....yet she didn't kiss him, she waited, giving him a chance to respond, to say or do something to see if anything she had said had made any difference with him.

[Legion]

Her hand held on to his as he spoke, turning his hand to grasp hers as well. It was really quite surprising though, it worked. It helped. Helped to get his words out, to know that someone was listening. Patrick couldn't quite describe it but it did. He sighed after he finished speaking, the finality of his little story seeming to require it. But He was glad she listened, and that he could speak. It wasn't really anything too personal but all the same, it was far more then he was accustomed to saying about himself. Now he only had to wait to see if it was time for them to part ways, for good, or not.

Then it was her turn to speak, to give a spiel of her own. Patrick listened as she said she knew the whole time that he was into some bad things. That she knew the possible consequences of being his friend. And that she had never once regretted it, even after what he had done to her. Though as she spoke Patrick was having the rising urge to speak. That he had to get it out before he couldn't. But he patiently listened, waiting for the pause that came when she shifted onto her knees. After she had said that no matter what he did or what he had done that she would be there for him. Patrick would say quietly, his eyes shifting away from hers, "That's not the man I want to be anymore."

He was tired of killing, tired of seeing death. But constantly being pulled back in when he thought he was out. Half of him really wanted to say, fuck it, and not even care. But there still was that significant part of him that just wanted to live out his life in peace. Away from all that. And that was a step forward from someone looking to die, though that was still a large part of him still.

Her hands went to his chest as she pressed her forehead against his. The mood seemed palpable as the words she spoke rang true. Patrick had pushed her away, and bad things still had happened. Life, especially in their school systems could be as brief as they were violent. Even though he pushed her away for more time, she was still ripped from him. Her lips moved ever closer to his as she spoke again, telling him that she wanted him in her life.

Saying they would deal with whatever happened as it came. Her hands came up to either side of his face. Feeling her small thumbs tracing his cheeks Patrick would pause for a moment, "I'm tired of running away. Come what may, I want ye in my life too Kazumi."

With that Patrick's right hand would come up, holding the back of her head, lingering for a moment in her soft hair before gently pulling her forward ever so slightly into a slow kiss, not devoid of emotion but not wildly passionate either...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would pause in her speech to let him speak what he wished, and she could understand and feel in his words how true they were. He didn't want this kind of life anymore, and she wished that she could make it so that he didn't have to live that way anymore. She wished that she could help, and if there were ever a way that she could, she would. No doubt in her mind.

Yet he fell silent again, and she would finish, waiting for that moment, that seemed like forever, for him to say whether he was okay with what she had said or if there were more things that needed to be worked out. But, as he spoke it would seem that indeed, what she had said had gotten through, that it was clear, no matter what, that things would always happen as long as they lived these kind of lives and as long as they went to the school they went to. Life wasn't something either of them could control...no matter how badly she wished that they could.

A little smile creeping onto her lips as she heard his words, listening to him speak of how he still wanted her in his life, and feeling the smallest skip in the beating of her heart...Hadn't this been what she had secretly been wishing for from the start, even if she had failed to admit it to herself until it had become too late? She was inclined to say yes. She had, and even though she knew then, much like she knew now, that there were things that made this decision both selfish and perhaps a bit thoughtless, she couldn't help but want it all the more. No care given to reason and logic in this moment, simply in what she and apparently, he wanted....What they wanted.

His hand moved to the back of her head, feeling his fingers slowly slip through the silken locks of her hair, she felt her breath again hitch in her chest, though this time with a bit more of a sense of anticipation than anything. Her head pulled in, she allowed her lips to press to his as he pulled her in, returning his kiss and shifting upon her knees so that she was able to press into him a bit more. Slowly one of her own hands would slide away from his cheek, fingers lightly trailing down his neck and then around so that they could idly lace through his hair at the back of his head, pulling herself into him just a bit more. Though she broke away for a brief second to speak almost breathlessly against his lips. "I can't promise that it will be easy to break away from this life of yours....Or that you can...But I will help you, anyway I can...." Another soft, quick yet emotional kiss before she paused once more. "But...you don't have to be him right now....not with me...not ever." Him of course referring to the him that he no longer wished to be....It might not have made sense for him to hear her say that, hell, it probably didn't and for that it might not have meant anything to him at all.....But it had been important to her that she say those words to him....She needed to say those words....Though with them done, her lips again found his own.

Though this time, she deepened the kiss, not allowing the emotion to be lost within it, there was still nothing too overly passionate about it, but there was just a hint, however small, that spoke of something more...Perhaps, just a hint of how badly she had missed him. About how much she had wanted this....But more so, of how exhausted and utterly tired she was of being alone, and of feeling trapped in a nightmare....one that this moment, that being with him, threatened to pull her free from, if only for a little while.

No, in that kiss, however faint it might have been, however unnoticeable, was the girl who had kissed him that day by her Mother's pond and the one who had kissed him that night in the hotel only days before she died....Not the one that Earth had broken down and tried to destroy...Not half of a whole. But Kazumi....pure and simple.

[Legion]

As they kissed Patrick felt her hand, run down to his neck before sliding into his hair. The feeling of her soft hand running across his flesh made him suppress an ever so slight sigh. He had almost forgotten how good this felt. The feel of her lips, her body against his. Patrick would of cursed how he had let so much time slip away, let her slip away, but there wasn't time for that. There was only here, now.

When she broke away from his lips to speak in a hushed voice Patrick gave a genuine smile. As his words had with her, hers had with him. She would have no idea how much those words meant to him. He fed just as much emotion if not more into that brief intermission of a kiss as she spoke again. This time her words touched him even more. Her words dared to give him hope. That there might be a life for him after this. Made him dare to believe that there would be a time for him to walk away from his current life. And made him think that it was okay to be the Patrick he wanted to be. The Patrick that valued life, not destroyed it. Even more thrilling was the fact that he could be him now with her.

As they deepened the next kiss Patrick would sense her emotion, that there was part of her resurfacing that he had not seen or felt since she died. He would feel in her kiss that she had truly missed him, that sentiment would be reflected through Patrick's lips. Along with that though were the previous emotions mentioned, though his kiss might have a considerable bit more of emotion then she was accustomed to. That came not through lust, but rather hope and life. A sense of life that Patrick had not felt in a very long time and the hope for a better tomorrow that came along with it...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt every bit of emotion he gave into that kiss, and it honestly did surprise her, just a bit. She was not used to feeling so much from him in the way he kissed her, in the way he held her. There was something entirely different about this moment than those before...Each of the other times they had been together, when they had kissed, it had felt so guarded, as though he was withholding emotion from her like he was always preparing himself to push her away....But this time...well this time it was as if he was preparing to hold onto her and to not let her go so easily as he had before, and it was that which had her deepening the kiss just a bit more...her hand continuing to softly and affectionately brush through the hair at the back of his head as her other hand moved to softly trail down the front of his chest.

She yearned to be close to him, to feel him and to actually allow herself to feel something other than that cold numbness that she continually walked around with from day to day. She wanted to feel....like herself. Only after he had sufficiently stolen her breath away, did she pull back from the kiss, not far, her lips still lingering closely to his own. It had been months since that night she had woken up on the street and stumbled her way back home, months in which she had been living stuck in that nightmare and in that room....with Earth...She didn't want to be stuck there anymore, at least not right now. Soft, ragged breaths washing across his lips as her hand fell away from his chest, finding his hand and softly grasping it as she spoke, pulling it toward her. "I don't want to be that girl anymore....Not tonight..." Again, she knew she did not have to clarify what she meant, he would know....he always seemed to know when she spoke of things such as that.

Slowly, her hand pulled his close enough, that he would feel his fingers ever so slightly slip just beneath the hem of her shirt, brushing against the bared flesh of her side. She was a bit hesitant, and yet even through the hesitance, there was a strong determination in the way she continued to hold onto him that spoke of her certainty in the matter. "I...have spent far too long...being his....." She paused, fingers continuing to softly trail through his hair as her hand allowed his to now rest fully against her side. "Tonight.....I just want to be yours..." Words no more than a whisper, before her lips would affectionately brush against his once more, though it was brief....just a silent way of telling him she was sure in what she was doing, in what she was saying...."Please...."

From there, she would wait. She would understand if he didn't want her, she honestly would. But she hoped that perhaps, he would understand why she wanted...no...why she needed this....Or more importantly why she needed him. Just for one night, to forget about the world that was outside that door, the people that they were that neither of them wanted to be anymore....Sure, she was ashamed of the scars that had been left upon her body, but even now, his hand rested upon one of them, a subtle gesture to show that she was willing to let him into that part of her, that she worked so hard to keep hidden from the world. Significant, however small a gesture it might have seemed.

[Legion]

She deepened the kiss further as she let a hand run down to his chest. This was probably the most he had given himself, since well, since Zea, had been alive, though that was a distant thought from his mind. All that there was now was Kazumi and his trying to be an attentive and caring lover to the beautiful brunette in front of him. When the kiss broke she wasn't the only one left breathless as his ragged breathing overlapped hers. He felt her hand grab his as she said she didn't want to be that girl anymore, didn't want to be earth's. Patrick nodded softly, allowing his nose to brush against hers.

As she pulled his left hand under her shirt he felt her skin at his finger tips. Soft, smooth, and then divided. The scar, one of God knows how many. That didn't matter though, Patrick had plenty, the tips of his wings showing from under his tanktop. Patrick's hand now fully rest on her side as she told him she spent too long being earth's. Her hand letting go of his as she told him she wanted to be his. That sent a surge through Patrick, as her lips brushed his, begging him on.

Patrick's nose would brush past hers as he would let his face rest in her neck, inhaling her sent he would ask as he ran his left hand up the scar on her side, "Ye know?"

Inhaling her scent again he let his cheek rub against hers as he came back to but his nose on hers. He continued to move his hand up her scar finishing his statement, "Yer beautiful."

Her scars didn't change that. No, not in the slightest. To Patrick her beauty was just as unmarred as ever.

Finishing by closing her eyes and passionately kissing her again as his hand finished running its way up her side, feeling the cloth of her bra, moving his hand around to her back to undo the article...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt the slightest hint of a shiver run down her spine as his fingers trailed along that scar, feeling a tiny sense of both pleasure at the feel of his hand, and a sense of worry at what he would think of her if he say all the others that had been left upon her by Earth and his daily attacks upon her. Yet he didn't pull away, instead brushing his nose against her own, causing her to smile slightly, fingers slowly caressing down the back of his neck.

She could feel the way his ragged breath washed across her lips, her eyes closing for a moment as she savored the feel of his hand resting upon her side. Then his head shifted, his face pressing into the side of her neck and her head tilting slightly, fingers dipping beneath the neckline of his shirt, slowly brushing along his back. She had seen the scars he held, she had felt them and not once had she ever flinched away or even thought to let them bother her. Even now, as her fingers touched upon them, she would simply allow those delicate little digits to trace along them, affection in her touch.

When he spoke, she would pause, uncertain of what he would say, feeling him take another breath inward, a light smile given as she could only guess what it was he was doing....and then he finished his thought and she could not help but feel the slightest sting of tears as they built up within her eyes....Not tears of sadness or pain, for there was no room for such emotions here....No, these were tears of a happiness she didn't know she could feel, at least not after having lived so long in the grips of her own numbness and emptiness.

His cheek brushed against her own, and soon his lips again pressed to her's. This kiss drawing forth a soft, hushed little moan at the back of her throat as she felt his hand traveling upward toward her bra, more scars felt here and there upon her back as he did so, though in this moment the fact that they were there did not bother her. She would break away from the kiss though, only long enough to respond to his words, though not directly to the subject he had spoken of. "You know?" A teasing little smile on her lips as her hands slide to begin to pull away the clothing he wore that covered his upper torso slowly. "I am yours...."

Such simple words spoken from him, such gentle touches to her flesh and the way she could feel that for once, he was actually here with her in this moment, not lost in some mental battle with whatever else went on in his head.....and yet, those little things allowed her to forget everything else, forget Earth, forget her fear and her doubt.....No, right now, she was his....and so long as he continued to allow such, as long as he did not push her away...."...and I will be, for as long as you will have me." Purring the words forth, that soft Italian accent clear once more, becoming the same girl he had known before everything had ripped them apart. Her lips pressing to his once more, this time deepening the kiss more intensely, and yet not to the point of losing the emotion and gentleness of the moment.... as her hands would shift to press against his chest, ever so slightly urging him back further onto the bed.

[Legion]

He gave a pleasured sigh as her fingers made their way to his back. It was funny. Patrick had taken care to cover his back so many time, to hid his identity to the world. And now? Now that was meaningless, everyone knew. And you know what? At this moment he didn't care. In fact one could say it was okay with that, okay with her, knowing what those wings on his back meant.

Patrick gave a grin a she spoke, teasing him by mimicking what he has said. His hand running back down her side, its task done, as she pulled as his shirt. His hand though, grasping her side, feeling every curve and contour as it made its exit, ending up on her rear, a slight squeeze given before his hand came up to allow his shirt to slide off of him. If she noticed there would be a few new scars, nothing too particularly significant, just more bruising deformations where bullets had hit his vest, not too many more, only one maybe two. The only scar of significance though had been the one where the only hole of his shirt had been. A rectangular shaped indent to the left, his left, of his belly button. It was a more recent scar, having been from Earth, where the man had impaled him, and damn near eviscerated him, only if he hadn't been wearing kevlar. But that mattered little to him now, his attention still on the young woman telling him she'd be his as long as he'd have her. A hushed reply against her lips, "I don't plan on letting go this time."

With that she put another, more deep and intense kiss on his lips, Patrick matching in full. Her cool hands coming up and pressing on his chest, eliciting a pleasured his as he allowed himself to lay back on the bed, her being on top for the moment. Though that didn't matter to him. But as the kiss would reach his end he would speak, teasing in his tone and grin on his face, "Now who's whose again?"

As he looked up at her, ball now in her court it would seem...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She didn't mind the scars, as previously stated, and as his shirt was removed and tossed to the side she would slide her hands around over his shoulders and down his chest. As he laid back, her own body would shift, allowing herself to straddle his hips as she hooked her own shit within her tiny fingers and hoisted it up and over the top of her head, yet for a brief moment, she held it firmly to her chest. She was not having second thoughts, no, that was not the case, but as her mind worked over the series of scars that rested across her stomach, along her sides and even a couple upon her chest, she was sudden nervous about what he would say when he saw just how bad they were.

But then, as he laid there, she looked down at him, noting his own scars, ones she had seen before and ones that had never phased her...it was enough to get her to lower her own shirt and toss it away, leaving her in her there now in just her bra and a pair of jeans. As he laid beneath her now, she would slowly allow her fingertips to trail along his chest, and down his stomach, those blue eyes trailing over every scar that her fingers ever so lightly brushed against.

Then, she would slide her body downward just a bit, silken lips taking the time to kiss along each one of those scars, every now and then the gentlest graze of her tongue to his flesh as her dark hair spilling down around her face, the cool texture of her locks being allowed to drag slowly along his heated flesh. Then he spoke, and she would press her hands into the bed on either side of him, pulling herself back up until her nose was able to ever so gently brush against the tip of his own. Yet she did not respond right away, instead pressed a brief kiss to his lips, allowing them to then trail slowly along his chin and then down his jawline. One hand moving from the bed, fingers dragging along his now bared side as nails ever so slightly graze his flesh.

Still, she would not reply, lips making way to his neck, where she would pause in much the same fashion he had done, granting herself the inhale of his scent and shivering ever so slightly, a soft, affection and whispered moan released past her lips before she would finally raise her head upward, just enough that her lips could brush against his ear as she whispered very lightly. "You are mine..." Nothing aggressive in her tone, and yet at the same time there was something in her words that had almost the slightest hint of a possessive nature to them. Nothing overbearing, not by any means, but simply something that she had been desiring to say since before all the incident with Earth and everything else that had torn them apart.

Her hand moving from his side, fingers caressing the opposite side of his neck, a slightly teasing grin given as she would very gently nip his ear lobe and then press her body more fully down atop his own. "Now, remind me again who do I belong to?" Teasing him and at the same time, desperately wanting to hear it, to know that the days of being Earth's personal little pet, his toy, were over. Even if for just one night, she wanted to hear, that in this moment, she belonged to him, and him alone. They could worry about tomorrow when the sun broke through the curtains, or when they chose to leave the comfort of this room, and this moment, in order to return to the world outside.