[Her heart is racing, and for that briefest flicker, the rest of the station doesn't matter. Nothing matter except this, the way he's pulling her closer, and her fingers tangle into the fabric over his shoulder. It's dizzying, and she thinks maybe she could just stay here like this forever, their fingers tangled together and his lips on hers.
She breaks the kiss, and it's only supposed to be for an instant, because she's struggling to catch her breath. Then reality hits again, and she remembers that ring that was on his finger just a month ago. He's married, and whatever the status of that relationship, whether they ever get home or not, whether he's pining for Talissa or just after some imaginary ideal of her, he's still torn up about it. In fact, she's not entirely sure this kiss is about her at all—it might be about Talissa. It probably is about Talissa.
Fuck, she's so stupid.
Her hand is still gripping his jumpsuit, and she's torn between pulling him close again and pushing him away. She does neither. In fact, she doesn't fully break contact with him at all. Her forehead is still brushing against his, their hands still tangled together, and she finds that she can't bring herself to pull away. She can't just keep kissing him like none of it matters, either. She might be an idiot, but she's not that much of an idiot. So, she clears her throat, trying to push down a new wave of disappointment, already mingling with dread.]
Alex.
[It doesn't really matter. Her voice is still trembling and vulnerable in a way she didn't expect. God damn it. She pushes ahead anyway.]
Why are you kissing me?
[It's a ridiculous question, but her thoughts are racing so much that it's the only one she can manage.]
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She breaks the kiss, and it's only supposed to be for an instant, because she's struggling to catch her breath. Then reality hits again, and she remembers that ring that was on his finger just a month ago. He's married, and whatever the status of that relationship, whether they ever get home or not, whether he's pining for Talissa or just after some imaginary ideal of her, he's still torn up about it. In fact, she's not entirely sure this kiss is about her at all—it might be about Talissa. It probably is about Talissa.
Fuck, she's so stupid.
Her hand is still gripping his jumpsuit, and she's torn between pulling him close again and pushing him away. She does neither. In fact, she doesn't fully break contact with him at all. Her forehead is still brushing against his, their hands still tangled together, and she finds that she can't bring herself to pull away. She can't just keep kissing him like none of it matters, either. She might be an idiot, but she's not that much of an idiot. So, she clears her throat, trying to push down a new wave of disappointment, already mingling with dread.]
Alex.
[It doesn't really matter. Her voice is still trembling and vulnerable in a way she didn't expect. God damn it. She pushes ahead anyway.]
Why are you kissing me?
[It's a ridiculous question, but her thoughts are racing so much that it's the only one she can manage.]