Gears
Harbinger of War, Chaos, Death And Toast
Granite was split- return to ecstasy he hadn't felt in years or do as ordered; years of working jobs like these had drilled it into him- and that sense hated this. It was unprofessional- caring about anyone other than yourself was suicide- they could use her against you, she could betray you.
Granite tried to keep the sigh that escaped him as he recognized her breaking away, following her lead but trying to take in as much as he could from those last kisses before finally sitting down, rubbing his head as he adjusted his clothes to make their activities less apparent. "Hopefully we won't have to worry about her- she is pretty good at hiding her activates; usually I deal with the jealous exes instead of their wives or husbands." He said, grabbing the heater and blankets they had been using the night before.
"No one's really brave- they are just good actors. Some day everyone freezes up and gets offed." Her voice was solemn, remembering something. "I'm a decent actor so I can look brave for you- least I can do." She kissed him again, longing despite her words; begging for a reason to stay- but she had a job to do. Once that was done she would sneak back here. She would be faster and safer alone.
Granite tried to keep the sigh that escaped him as he recognized her breaking away, following her lead but trying to take in as much as he could from those last kisses before finally sitting down, rubbing his head as he adjusted his clothes to make their activities less apparent. "Hopefully we won't have to worry about her- she is pretty good at hiding her activates; usually I deal with the jealous exes instead of their wives or husbands." He said, grabbing the heater and blankets they had been using the night before.
"No one's really brave- they are just good actors. Some day everyone freezes up and gets offed." Her voice was solemn, remembering something. "I'm a decent actor so I can look brave for you- least I can do." She kissed him again, longing despite her words; begging for a reason to stay- but she had a job to do. Once that was done she would sneak back here. She would be faster and safer alone.