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Rick Sr. lay back, staring up at the ceiling, his bare chest rising and falling slowly where it peaked out over the maroon covers. He had woken up at the crack of dawn, his body still in the unyielding routine of a soldier so many years later. Despite the late night, he had slept easily, exhausted and comfortable until the moment his eyes had flicked open.
His eyes had adjusted to his surroundings, taking in the warm colors and familiar furniture. He shifted slightly, feeling the mattress dip under him as he glanced over to the other side of the bed. Beside him, Sasha Bordeaux lay, eyes closed, face peaceful as she slept deeply. Her dark hair curled around her face to splay across the pillow perfectly. His pale green eyes ran over her face, highlighted by the first glimpse of the morning light drifting in through the small gaps in the curtains. She was beautiful; beautiful and strong.
She had done that thing again, when he had reached for her in the midst of everything and she had grasped his hands together, slamming them down over his head for a sudden force that reminded him she could take care of herself. It got him unbelievably hot.
Watching her now, it was hard to believe there was advanced cybernetics buried under the skin. He had read her file, of course. He knew that she was enhanced. It had benefited A.R.G.U.S many times over the years since the accident. But it was easy to forget.
As he studied her, her brow twitched and her eyes fluttered open, her pupils dilating as they focused on him. Her lips hitched upward and she shifted to bring one arm up and slide her forearm under her pillow, sighing softly.
Rick smirked, rolling closer, the covers sliding over his waist. “Morning,” he rumbled, his voice low and rough. He lowered himself to press a kiss to her bicep, his eyes burning into hers.
“Morning,” she hummed in return, stretching sweetly. Her eyes met his, warm and dark and perceptive as she scanned his face. Her gaze was sultry as she watched him, thick lashes encasing her doe eyes that concealed how lethal she could be. “What are you thinking?”
His eyes slid down to her arm between them, his finger tracing over the skin.
“No cybernetics here?” he asked, pressing down with his thumb and massaging the muscle whilst his lips brushed over the skin. He already knew the answer.
“No,” she answered softly. They were only on one side of her body - the result of injuries from a terrible, unforgettable accident that shouldn’t have been survivable.
He moved closer, one hand finding her waist to press her onto her back as his lips slid up to her shoulder. He pressed his lips there more firmly. “What about here?”
“No.”
His hand dragged down to her hip, his palm rough against her side, and he slotted against her. His body was warm and firm, a solid weight that felt oddly comforting. He lowered his lips to mouth just below her collar bone, sucking at the skin intermittently.
“Here?”
Her lips curled up higher, her gaze heavy. “I can save you some time,” she offered, her tone playful.
He grinned wide, flashing the brief hint of his canines. “Don’t bother,” he said, surging down and swiping the flat of his tongue over the bud of her nipple.
She exhaled sharply, her head crashing back against the pillow as he mouthed at her breast, taking the bud between his lips and sucking once. Her body spasmed lightly beneath him, her hands fisting in the pillow either side of her head, and he squeezed her hip lightly.
His lips moved down her body, teasing and mouthing, heat stirring between them and building until they were a tangled mess of limbs beneath the sheets, lips locked between panting, gasping breaths.