The Motel

[rigthegames]

The van grinds to a halt in the motel’s car park, and Sands is out of it almost before it’s stopped moving, staggering as his feet hit the ground. The sandy, dusty, still considerably deserty ground.

His scowl deepens and, rubbing at his sore wrists, he heads towards the motel. Whether anyone follows him or not is of no concern.

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[not_one_drop]

Mal stops just inside the door, turning to face Sands.

"I found you."

Soft, and wondering.

[not_one_drop]

She laughs as well, quiet, gentle.

Holding.

"Guess so."

[rigthegames]

Serenely, “There’ll be no living with him after this.”

Pushing himself up onto his elbow, Sands takes one last drag on his cigarette before stubbing it out. And then he leans down and kisses her.

[not_one_drop]

She was going to say something, but-

-oh.

Oh.

Kisses back, smoke and something unique that she can't name because it's Sands and nothing else matters.

[rigthegames]

His free hand strokes up her shoulder and around her neck, fingers curling in dark hair to tug her closer.

“I suppose,” Sands murmurs absent-mindedly against her lips, “I should say thank you.”

[not_one_drop]

"You could."

Low, soft and purring.

"But - mmm - don't need to."

[rigthegames]

“Then,” a lazy grin, and his words are obscured as he bites down on her lip, “I won’t.”

[not_one_drop]

Blood, now, with the smoke and she smirks and arches like a cat, one hand tangling in his hair and the other coming around to trace his jawline.

"Pretty."

[rigthegames]

Pulling back slightly, Sands cocks his head and looks at her, eyes half-lidded.

“The same to you,” he murmurs.

[not_one_drop]

And she grins, then kisses him again.

"Mmm-hmm."

[rigthegames]

No reply from Sands save one hand on Mal’s shoulder, pushing her back down into the mattress.

Tonight was, after all, a night for the reunited.