Raleigh/Mako

They found each other in the Kwoon. It was dark and late and their war was over. The base was nearly empty and they floated around it like ghosts, uncertain of the brave new world whose price had been the people they loved.

They didn't speak. They didn't have to. Everything they could have to say had already been said. Even days later they were still lost in the Drift.

They blinked and Raleigh was pressed back against the wall, his hands wrapped around Mako's hips. She surged up and pinned him, hands on shoulders, lips on lips, a kiss that was a battle that she would win.

She always won, even when winning meant losing everything else.

She didn't hold back because she knew that he understood what it was like to win the battle and lose your entire world. He could take it, take everything she was, everything she had to give, every blow that she could strike. He wouldn't break and he wouldn't let her fall.

They blinked again and they were naked, clothes a dark heap in the dim, empty room. Raleigh laid sprawled across the padding, chest heaving, coated in sweat. He pulled Mako down on top of him, hands gentle, both remembering that it wasn't a war, it was a dance, it was them, Mako and Raleigh, and their war had never been with each other.

She reached down and grasped his cock where it lay leaking between them. Her grip was soft but firm, the perfect pressure because she knew him, all of him. He moaned and arched, writhing as he came undone.

She shifted and rose, using her grip to guide herself down around him. She sunk and he whined, losing himself in her, in the two of them together. Their connection snapped into place and they were deep inside of each other, feeling what the other felt, knowing what the other knew. Raleigh felt full to bursting, an intrusion that wasn't an invasion but shivery pleasure and joy; Mako knew the need to take, to give, to drive forward again and again until the ledge came and she could fly.

They rose and fell together, one body, one mind, connected even in their dreams.

It was Raleigh's voice that bounced off of the walls in pleas and curses, his shout that echoed around them as they came down, but the same joy and desperation were written across Mako's face, sculpted into the lines of her body. They had each other and in that brief glowing moment they didn't need anyone else.

They laid, wrapped around each other, their beating hearts a lifeline and lullaby. They stayed there where there was no future or past or present, nothing to celebrate or mourn, only Raleigh and Mako and what they had done together.

It hadn't been farewell. Rangers never said goodbye.