#cain02

[phencyclidinc]

@cailicah || cont. 

     She woke in a bed that wasn’t hers, yet it still felt like home. Even more than her own place did. Aside from her master’s house back in Japan, she hadn’t truly considered anywhere she’d lived home. But this... these warm sheets, the scent of freshly water plants all around her. She could certainly get used to it.

Awareness trickled back into her still waking mind and Chris bit down on her lower lip to keep from smiling too widely to herself. The smell of coffee heralded Cain’s return to his own bedroom and she found the sight of him as striking now as it had been when she’d first met him. The thought slipped past her lips in a voice tinged by the upwards tilt on the corners of her lips.

But he’d taken it the wrong way. “No. Not like that.” She corrected him right away, extending an arm not so she could take the mug he’d been about to offer, but to cover his hand with hers. “Not I wish it hadn’t happened.” A rush of timidity very much unlike her took over, coloring her cheeks a bright shade of pink. “More like too good to be true...” 

[shrapnelsong]

@butterflysnatcher || cont. 

     She wasn’t actually bad with firearms. Having been taught how to use both hunting rifles and bows, she had a preference for the latter, but knew her way around the former too. The defining factor of how she performed at the range; however, was the presence of the Captain. She did fine with any of the other agents and instructors, and didn’t mind him there overseeing everyone, but if was just the two of them... And even more, if she happened to be standing within the reach of his hands, her mind simply refused to focus properly. 

The comment slipped past her lips, laced with a sigh. Feeling those golden eyes on her set her skin ablaze and made her stomach tighten. Cain was perhaps the most alluring person she’d ever met, but still, she couldn’t understand these visceral reactions she had to his proximity, this craving to be even closer to him. 

His voice right by his ear sent a shiver down her spine and she bit her lip to keep from making a sound. The solid press of his chest to her back, his hands on hers, guiding this life-ending force to where it was supposed to go. It felt so intimate. He was empowering her, offering her the opportunity to strengthen herself as a whole, taking time out of his impossibly busy schedule. And she was both thankful and respectful of him and what they were doing. 

Yet, at the same time, she felt weak, almost intoxicated, selfishly needy in how much she wanted him to just hold her and have his way with her. “Sorry, Captain...” She whispered an apology on her lack of focus, hands still holding the weapon steady, but unable to keep herself from leaning back against him.