Killer - Part 2

                                    

                                          
The silence after our explosion of pleasure was filled only with our heavy breathing. Killer was still lying on top of me, his warm body against mine, both sweaty and exhausted. Feeling his weight on me was comforting in a way I hadn't expected. But soon he moved, rolling to the side and pulling me close to him.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time..." he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I smiled, still trying to catch my breath.
"Me too, Killer. You have no idea..."
We stayed like that, nestled on the couch, for what felt like a suspended moment, far from the responsibilities and dangers that surrounded us daily. But soon, the inevitable happened. The door handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
Kid walked into the room, his gaze quickly assessing the scene before him. He let out a rough laugh.
"Finally resolved that sexual tension, huh?" he mocked, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.
I blushed deeply but didn't move away from Killer. He, on the other hand, simply sighed.
"Can you leave, Kid? We've sorted it out. Now give us some privacy, will you?"
"I just came to grab some tools." He shrugged, walking to a shelf at the back of the workshop and grabbing what he needed. "But I'm glad you finally sorted it out. It'll make things a lot easier around here."
As soon as he left, I turned to Killer, my fingers tracing imaginary lines on his chest.
"So... what now?" I asked softly.
"Now..." he began, his intense blue eyes locked on mine, "we make this work. I don't want to hide anymore. Do you?"
"Neither do I." I sighed, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. "But how will we handle the rest of the crew?"
He smiled, a rare smile that lit up his face.
"They'll adapt. And if they don't, I'll handle it."
Killer leaned in and kissed me again, this time with a sweetness that contrasted with the wildness from before. It was a kiss full of promises and possibilities.
"You know," I murmured against his lips, "we still have a little time before Kid comes back to bother us again."
"Is that so?" He arched an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Then let's make the most of it."
With an agile movement, he pulled me up onto him, making me straddle his lap again. This time, I was facing him, our breaths mingling as we looked into each other's eyes.
"You're beautiful, Y/n," he whispered, his hands sliding down my back.
I smiled, beginning to move my hips slowly, feeling him harden against me again.
"And you're perfect, Killer."
He grabbed my waist, guiding my movements as I ground against him, increasing the pressure and friction between us. His eyes never left mine, and I could see the desire growing there, as intense as my own.
"Don't torture me, Y/n," he growled, his hands squeezing my waist tighter.
"Who's torturing who?" I teased, increasing the speed of my thrusts, feeling him slide deeper and deeper.
Killer let out a low moan, his fingers digging into my skin as he surrendered to the sensation. I continued, riding him with a rhythm that drove us both to the brink of madness.
"Fuck, Y/n... you make me lose my mind," he panted, his hands now on my breasts, squeezing and massaging as I moved over him.
"Then lose your mind with me, Killer," I moaned, feeling the climax approaching quickly.
He pulled me closer, our bodies moving in a frantic dance of desire. When we finally exploded together, the world around us seemed to disappear, leaving only us and the shared ecstasy.
We stayed there, holding onto each other, our bodies still trembling with the intensity of the moment. I knew there would be challenges ahead, but for now, all that mattered was the feeling of being in Killer's arms.
And that was more than enough.