Micah

 

After what had happened with Grandpa, they wouldn't let me go home. Avery explained it was too dangerous, even to go for a moment. There were simply too many ways we could pick up a tail, or even have someone try to make a hit on us with an escort from an agent.

 

Instead, the FBI put us up in a motel that night, one way out in the boonies with a vibrating bed in every room. With its shitty paint job, dim lights, and ugly furniture, the place didn't exactly do much to improve my sense of well-being.

 

In the morning, Kaci and I would be split up and sent our separate ways. Her to one side of the country, me to another, with no way of contacting the other. This was the way it had to be, Brumfield explained. Otherwise, Efraim and his people could find us.

 

Now, Kaci and I lay naked beneath the covers in the dim light of the lamp, the cheap motel sheets scratching at our skin, but our bodies as warm and smooth as ever against each other. We didn't even bother turning the TV on to see if there was any news about Quentin. Even if there was, it wouldn't be the whole story. Who would run with that, anyways? The A/C blew cold, giving us some white noise for background. Other than that, we just kept to the silence of our own thoughts.

 

“I'm going to miss you,” I whispered to her in the dimness after a little while had passed.

 

“I'm going to miss you, too, babe,” she whispered back.

 

Neither of us, it seemed, wanted to disturb the quiet. Instead of speaking with our mouths, we let our bodies do the talking.

 

I leaned down, kissed her fully and warmly, her lips bittersweet and forlorn against mine.

 

We held one another as we kissed, our breathing heavy and resigned. Her small hands moved across my chest, her nails scratched down my arms and raked deep across my back like she was marking me.

 

I bit her neck, kissed her shoulders, sucked a pert nipple into my mouth.

 

She was so soft below my hands, so small, so frightened against the loneliness of the future.

 

Her fingers tangled in my hair, desperate it seemed as she pulled me back up to her lips.

 

This was it, we both knew without even saying a word. This was our last night together, even though we both knew we were meant to be each other's forever.

 

“Please, Micah,” she whispered, her hand encircling my manhood, “I just want you to love me tonight.”

 

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Kaci

 

My life hadn't been easy. First I had a single mother, then an abusive stepfather, then a life working the streets and making my money in bed. The last few weeks were the first time I'd ever been close to happy, or free to do with my time as I'd wanted. I hadn't had to worry about some James freaking out on me, or asking me to do something gross I wouldn't ever think of doing.

 

And now, as Micah's burning lips left trails of lust over my body, I realized how much I was losing with him leaving me.

 

“Just love me,” I whispered again, his warm hardness filling my hand like they nothing I'd ever experienced.

 

With our bodies still entwined like some modern piece of bizarre sculpture, he slid into me, his cock filling me like it was the only one in the world for me.

 

I cried out softly as I felt completed for the first time in forever. Every movement he made sent waves crashing through me, and I moved back against his body as we continued to kiss like these were the last kisses we'd ever exchange.

 

Because they were, and we knew it.

 

As wonderful as I felt right then, with my body shaking and shivering as we moved against one another between the sheets, I knew this was it. As his teeth flashed against my neck, lightly biting me again, as my nails scratched at his side, as his hard chest crushed my tits against me. I knew it was over.

 

This was the last we'd see each other.

 

I ground my hips against him, the razor-sharp pain blunting with the pleasure he was giving me.

 

With my arms tightly around him, holding him closer than I'd held anyone in my life, he began to speed up, his hips moving my whole body with each stroke. “Micah,” I half-whispered, half-groaned into his ear. “God, I love you,” I admitted finally after all our times in bed together.

 

He kissed me again and slid deeper inside. I cried out into his mouth, groaning as he continued those glorious rolls with his hips.

 

“I love you, too, Kaci,” he whispered back.

 

“I'm cumming,” I whispered as my body tensed and shook beneath his. My eyes rolled back in my head, my mouth opened, and I groaned it out again. “Oh, God, Micah. I love you so much.”

 

We were still laying under the covers some time later. We were still pressed together, entwined like only two lovers can entwine.

 

The sadness had come back over me, again. It seemed sex could only push it so far when the loss was this huge and all-encompassing.

 

This was my last night with this man. This was my last night of relative happiness, and joy, and love. I didn't even have revenge to keep my fires alive, anymore.

 

There wasn't anything left for either of us. Certainly not me.

 

Finally, I drifted off to sleep. Dreams and fantasies filled my mind. Dreams of Micah and Quentin and Romeo all getting to meet each other, of the five of us cooking out on the back deck at Quentin's house. I knew it would never happen, never in a billion years. But the moving images in my brain felt so real, so true, so possible. Which, in the end, only made them the more painful to experience.

 

I woke up the next morning with the tears still wet on my face.