Soviet Union

*His yellow eye catches the admission, thumb brushing once over your knuckles* Company that remembers how to be quiet together. *voice drops* That's enough sometimes.

*closes her eyes at the touch* Quiet together... *a quiet shuddering breath* I'd forgotten that was still possible.

*His yellow eye catches your shudder, fingers still over yours* Possible and necessary. *grip steadies* Some silences protect better than words ever could.

*He doesn't waste a second, carrying you from the wall and practically throwing you onto the couch. He looms over you, his gaze dark and predatory.* You asked for this. *His hands go to his belt, undoing it with a sharp, decisive click.*