#cam1na

[beltraised]

' you made a few sounds i've never heard before. '

THE MORE TIME THEY PASSED TOGETHER, the more naomi let go of her reservations. every new relationship for her was like threading through dangerous waters. but bit by bit, she was finding herself relaxing more and more on camina's sheets. her eyelids fluttered lazily as she gazed at the woman across from her. " i did ? " she asked with a thick voice. she wasn't quite lucid then, instead lost in the bliss that came with camina's touch all over her body. and then getting lost in return in every crevice of her lover's body. " it seems i'm not the only one good with my hands, " naomi said referencing primarily her profession in a light tone.

she shifted closer in the bed, foreheads almost touching and brushed her thumb against camina's jawline. she'd always been striking in naomi's eyes, ever since they met on tycho. but something about the loose hair spilling out on the pillow, the smudged eyeliner and the beads of sweat pooling at her temple, made naomi think that she'd never seen her more beautiful. it was a side of drummer not a lot of people got to see, and naomi felt incredibly thankful for it. " you make me feel good, " now she spoke sincerely, while her brown eyes found camina's.

[beltraised]

“ let us take care of you . ”

EVERY INCH OF HER BODY ACHES. every muscle twitch, every burn, every rattle of her chest, feels like it will tear her apart. even the light burn of the ship makes her think she weighs three times her size. and that's not much, given how she can't quite remember the last time she ate. but none of it compares to the pain of her psyche.

camina's voice startles her, but she can't find the energy to move from the position she managed to curl up to. " you've done more than enough. " she rasps out and it's an understatement. she went to find filip alone, to protect her new life from her past. and what had she accomplished ? cyn dead in an airlock. filip deep in his father's grip. a message on her hand terminal saying alex was dead. and herself lying in a bed, serge should have.

a target on drummer's back. the roci being lured into trap after trap.

of the messages they exchanged, she hoped to one day meet camina's family. she never thought it would be this way. there's a million things she wants to say, but none of them will make a difference. " camina i- " her sentence falls short, guilt stopping her from continuing.