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"Why didn't you tell me?"

Paxton responded with an exacerbated sigh, wishing that he could have avoided this conversation completely. He did not turn to face Naomi, instead, he kept his back facing her frustrated frame as he worked on assembling and disassembling various firearms on a battered card table that was conveniently placed in the building.

"I'll ask again. Why didn't you tell me that your brother is the enemy?" Paxton slammed a magazine onto the card table, finding it harder and harder to control his frustration. He whipped around to face her, finally sick of being poked and prodded with snappy questions.

"What was I supposed to say Naomi," he snapped. "That one of your only two childhood companions was out to kill you? I was trying to protect you." Naomi looked Paxton up and down as she crossed her arms.

"Hiding key aspects of the issues at hand isn't protecting me, Paxton. It's keeping me in the dark, and when people are kept in the dark, they trip over obstacles and sudden light blinds them." Naomi locked eyes with Paxton for what felt like an eternity. She could tell that he was attempting to pierce through her walls with his icy blue gaze, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what he was trying to read about her demeanor. Paxton finally averted his eyes to his feet as he turned back to the card table.

"I was scared you'd abandon me," he remorsefully explained as he started to reassemble the guns. "I know you. If it came down to it, I don't believe that you would be willing to eliminate him from the picture if needed, nor do I think that you are willing to go against him. I don't want to go through this alone, and I sure as hell don't want you to be alone out there either." Naomi said nothing as she watched his strong frame work with the equipment. She was shocked at the emotion he was showing towards her. It blew her away how he can be so icy and brooding at one moment and then show her pieces of who he used to be in the next. Paxton inhaled sharply as he gathered two guns off of the table and rebuilt the walls he let come down. "I don't want you going without the proper arms," he said, turning to Naomi. "It's dangerous. I'm sure you've remembered your firearm training." Paxton handed Naomi two guns she recognized as an AT-14 pistol and a G2A2 assault rifle. Without saying a word, she stowed each gun in their proper holsters.

Paxton turned away from her, walking towards the room's door. Naomi didn't follow. Instead, she just stood frozen, watching him as he left. Sensing this, Paxton stopped in front of the beaten doorway. After a short pause, he let his walls fall once again.

"I don't expect you to come with me," he began, not bothering to turn to face her. He didn't want her to see his hard demeanor begin to fall and he didn't want to see the hurt that always seems to reside behind her broken purple eyes. "After all that we've been through, I wouldn't place any blame on you for running and never turning back, forgetting the memories of your past and attempting to build a normal life. Start a normal family. Find a normal job. Forgetting me." Naomi's shoulders slumped a little bit at the thought of leaving Paxton. She changed her focus from his stiff shoulders to her boots. Paxton's face began to extort into a grimace. "But I can't forgive and I can't forget. I've tried so hard to forget. God, it is impossible for me to forget. I have to do this to put my mind and my pain at ease. I think a peace of me believes that once I accomplish this, I can provide you with a better life with me, if you so choose it." They stood in silence, each of them focusing on the ground they were shackled to. After what felt like hours of silent agony, Naomi broke the quiet.

"Where are you going next?"

"South River Wastewater Treatment Plant. We are searching for leads and we have unfinished business to attend to there."

"When?"

"The Pointman will be coming back to consciousness and will be rendezvousing with the recon team soon. I'm pulling the troops out within the next twenty minutes."

Naomi approached Paxton from behind, gently placing her hand on his shoulder and turning him around to reveal his broken expression. He refused eye contact, as she slowly moved her arm from his shoulder to his cheek. She lightly stroked his stone, pale face with her thumb, taking in what his skin felt like against hers. Paxton stood like a statue, slumping slightly forward with dead arms that hung at his sides.

"Paxton, look at me." Paxton avoided eye contact for as long as he possibly could, until he finally acknowledged Naomi's sympathetic, perturbed expression. "Wherever you go, I will follow. You are my whole world. You always have been and you always will be. I don't want to run, not without you by my side. I can't just forget about you. I can't and I won't." Her face hardened into a scowl. "That's why we are going to make Armacham pay for what they did to me, to your brother, to your mother, and to you. We are going to bring justice down on them so hard that they won't know what hit them."

Without having a chance to even breathe, Paxton feverishly crashed his lips into hers. Each movement he made was rough and desperate, as if he were trying to engulf every ounce of Naomi's being. Once Naomi got over the shock of what was happening, she pulled his neck towards her, forcing their bodies to close in on any space that was in between them. His iron grip found its way to her hips, as Paxton roughly directed her to the wall behind them, not allowing their lips to break the bond they've established.

Naomi instinctively began to undo the holster straps on both her and Paxton's body as his rough kisses trailed down from her lips to the crook of her neck, where he laid his mark. She fumbled with the zipper of his leather jacket and threw it off his frame sloppily and then went straight for the belt and fly of his combat pants, as he started working on her clothes as well. This was their first time, and if Naomi were to be entirely honest with herself, she had no clue what she was doing. She was simply doing what felt right.

Once they had both been stripped of their restrictions, their foreheads met. They studied each other's faces lovingly and desperately, aching anticipation building for both of them. Once the ache of Naomi's want began to become almost too much for her to bare, Paxton hastily slipped two fingers inside of her, testing her readiness. Naomi threw back her head and gasped in an intense mixture of pain and pure unadulterated pleasure. She continued to gasp and moan as he hit all the right spots, dissolving any pain the experience provided into pure ecstasy. He pulled his fingers out of her and let his animalistic tendencies be suppressed long enough to give her a respectful look that begged for consent. Without saying anything and still being a breathless, sweaty mess, she gave him a shallow nod. With that, he let his hungry mouth crash back in to hers.

She felt his hardened length push up against her entrance as he hoisted her up as if she were nothing and wrapped her legs around his waist. Using the wall and his strong arms to keep her trembling body suspended, he hastily pushed himself into her, immediately filling her completely to the hilt. The satisfaction took over the both of them, as they stood there gasping and taking in the vivid sensation. Once Naomi was use to the foreign feeling, instincts kicked in and Paxton began to pump himself inside of her. With each movement, the two grunted and moaned, each sound one made making the other's climax build. Soon their movements grew faster, lazy, and jagged, leading to a simultaneous, loud finish. Once they both came down to Earth, Paxton allowed them both to collapse on the cold, harsh concrete floor beneath them. Without saying a word, they sat on the floor, letting their bodies melt into each other. They were a breathless mess. Naomi sat wordlessly as she studied Paxton's features, taking in each sharp, heavy breath his tired body produced. Coming to terms that they both just lost their virginity in an abandoned building in the wake of a suicide mission, she began to mentally prepare herself for what is to come.