He was disoriented. Out of touch. His stance felt unnatural. His thumbs rang,tingling back and forth. But she was there. Ashley smiled softly,“ Do you remember how I made you feel?” Honor took a step toward her. “Alive?” searching for the word, her eyes flickered left to right.
“We shouldn't speak,” he heard himself say. It was the same thing she told him a few nights ago. “ Words make things confusing.”
“New?” Clearly still hunting for it, she twisted her fingers through his jacket.
Her scent was strong.Stronger than before. It was hard to forget something so threaded into her clothes, something so stitched in her skin.
“Happy.” He breathed easily.
“Happy,”
He'd fallen into it again. His hand cupped the back of her head. She let out an exalted sigh, grasping the table he was steadily backing her into.
Honor needed her scent to become his. Their breath to become one.
“Honor,” her voice broke.
“Whatever you fucking want,” she pulled his jacket down until the bulk of shoulders wouldn't let her. “I'll do whatever you want.”
“Take it off.” She grinned, tracing the outline of his tattoo.
The jacket laid in a pool at their feet.
“Where you end, I began.”
Honor remembered her eyes as those words slipped from his tongue. But not in this delusion. Not this weak recreation of it. They're arms were outstretched, both breathing uneven.
He could see it clear now. Ten times better from when he finally managed to visit her in Sweden. Or vice versa. Spotting lame peeks of the tattoo on her shoulder, or through a sheer blouse, just wasn't enough to satisfy.
Honor laid his arm over her bare back. The beginning curl of his ink perfectly in harmony with the end of hers.
Her blue eyes dilated. Shutting them, Ashley murmured his name loosely. “We shouldn't speak.” His lips began to trace her back intensely . “Words make things confusing.”
“Then moan for me,”
He blinked until everything was clear. No longer out of touch, Honor settled further up on the couch. He was in the present. “So, its true then? ” he pulled a cigarette from behind his ear. “You can make people delusional?”
“Not delusional. Aware”
“Is this why he wants you? For his dreams?” Honor lit the it carefully before taking a long drag. “He'd want to see things too,I imagine.”
“Beckett's never asked me once.”
Honor's brow rose and fell to quickly to catch. “Then why the fuck would I give you up? Huh? You're a liability. You're...what everyone wants. To see something...to feel something...”
“ I am the only reason they will give you your brother back. I've seen both their minds. The heartache. The pain. Those two will kill him if you give them the chance.”
“Well, what if I wanted you?”
“Then you're brother will suffer before he dies,”