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Roo,

Fuck, I miss you so much. The view in here is dull and depressing, so I spend most of my free time with my eyes closed so I can imagine your face and that beautiful red hair. When you’re not on the news, at least. I stared at this paper for a while trying to think of an adequate way to thank you for what you’ve done on my behalf, but I know you. You’ll wave it off like it isn’t a big deal so I decided not to go on about it and make you blush. All I’ll say is I’d be lost without you, and how thankful I am can’t be put into words. I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world.

I’d do anything to see you again and cover you in cum, love. Steel said she’s trying to work that magic, but whether she does or not, I’ll be waiting for you. I still haven’t spilled a drop without you and I don’t plan on it. I only want to feel good with you. If you happen to play with those toys though, I’d like you to write out every detail you can. Just because I’m not doesn’t mean I don’t want you feeling good. I’m surrounded by nasty dudes, so my dick doesn’t mind hibernation when you’re not around.

Can you do me a favor and send me a photo of you? I’d like to kiss you goodnight at lights out every night if possible.

Oh, I almost forgot we’re sharing stories. One time when I was thirteen, my school went on a field trip to the waterslides. There was this one slide that was so high no one wanted to do it. You stood on top of this trap door thing and it would drop you into the slide. I pretended that I wasn’t scared, but in reality, I was so close to pissing myself I thought I might when the time came. It ended up being a situation like yours. It was the best damn slide there, and I did it so many times it convinced most of my class to try it out. I guess I wasn’t always a loner, huh?

Okay, so I’ll try and think of a better story for you next time. Did your school take trips at all? When was your first kiss? I want to know it all even if it makes me jealous. I love you. Tell Gus I miss him too.

Killian

Setting his latest letter down after reading it yet again, I grab my response to him, the best picture of me Violet could take, and the same blanket I used last time.

This is it. The last time I’ll get to see him before his trial starts in a couple of days. Jury selection is done, Donna has finalized his defense, and I think I’ve invented a few new emotions trying to deal with all of it. There’s only one thing that matters right now — Killian.

It’s a lot harder to sneak someone out of gen pop than it is solitary, so there are twice as many envelopes this time and they’re all twice as thick, but I don’t care. I’d pay anything to give us both a little comfort, even if we have to meet in the same musty, damp hallway we did last time.

They also make me wait longer, too. I’m beginning to think our plan failed when I finally see him coming around the corner, and much like last time, my heart seems to beat in sync with his steps.

He’s in gray sweatpants this time and even from here, I can tell he got a haircut since I last saw him. It’s still deliciously messy and probably grown out since the trim, but it’s a little shorter than it was.

His face is just as scruffy and his eyes just as tired, but he’s in one piece, and the smile he gives me is everything.

“There’s my girl.” He jogs over and kisses me hard, his cuffed hands falling to my lower back to cage me in. “Nice dress.”

It’s dark red this time, not black like Donna requested. “I brought the picture you asked for. I know it’s a little late, but things have been crazy. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. People are really nice here, believe it or not. To me, at least. I’ve been sharing commissary so I’m sure that’s why, but whatever.” I tuck the letter and photo into his pocket when he kisses me again. “How are things out there? Your family doing okay?”

“We’re fine, I promise. We’ve got a bit of a full house, but that’s okay. They’re all dying to meet you.”

He smiles a little wider. “So your dad doesn’t have any thoughts about your boyfriend being a convict?”

“Oh, that’s his favorite thing about you. He thinks you’re an American hero.” Wrapping my arms around him, I nestle my face against his chest. “Hopefully the jury will too.”

“I hope so.” His face presses into my hair. “I feel like I can smell you in my sleep and it wakes me up. Has my body searching for yours.”

“You’ll be home soon,” I promise, even as the fear that he won’t be creeps up my spine. “Do you want me to uh... y’know. Do a little jury tampering just to make sure?”

“I love you for offering, but no, baby. We just have to hope they don’t give me the death penalty, right?”

His joke falls flat, because that’s the thing I’m most scared of. I can live with it if he’s in here for ten years, twenty, even thirty. But if he’s taken away from me altogether...

“Don’t even say that,” I whisper. “Don’t. Donna’s amazing, she’s gonna get you off.”

“She’s not really my type. I’d rather you get me off instead.” It’s a better joke than the last one, but I roll my eyes at him playfully and pretend it isn’t. “I’m kidding, Roo. I know she’ll get me out of here because she has you. I’m not worried at all.”

He’s lying. I see the fear in his eyes as he studies my face like he may never see it again, and I’d be stupid to let this moment pass without saying a proper goodbye just in case.

Guards are much easier to bribe before conviction.

“I’ll never stop fighting,” I say instead. “They may overturn on appeal just because they’re sick of me.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Killian presses his forehead to mine. “We’re almost there, Roo. You will sleep in my arms again, and once I’m out you’ll never have to sleep anywhere else.”

Nodding, I hold him a little tighter. “How long do you think we have?”

“I don’t know. I was going to ask you to just climb inside my clothes so I can sneak you back in there.”

He kisses my nose, then leans in closer to brush our lips together. It sends a spark through me I can’t deny. I wanted this to be sweet, about our relationship, not just sex — but I get it. The fire, the drive. The fact that one little kiss woke me up to the point where I need him.

This is us too, passion and frenzy.

And it may be the last chance we get.

Biting his bottom lip, I wrap my arms around his neck and jump up, securing my ankles behind his ass as he catches me with cuffed hands.

I open for him with a moan, that skilled tongue swiping into my mouth as my back hits the wall, and what I feel pressing against my pussy has me grinding for more. “You need it, love? Need me inside of you?”

“Yes. Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“If it holds a candle to what you do to me, I have an idea. Think we have time? Fuck, my cock is searching for you.”

He’s not lying, I feel it twitching in desperation even before I reach down to palm him. My fingers slip as I pull him out and try to shove my panties to the side, but just as the head of his cock presses against my entrance, he pauses. “No, wait. Give me these panties first. I don’t want them to smell like me.”

He sets me down and makes quick work of it, then puts his cuffed hands back where they were so he can lift me up. “Eyes on me.”

Slowly, he inches inside. Butterflies race through my system as I struggle to make eye contact. It’s somehow so much harder when I know he wants me to, because I know what he’ll see in my eyes — need, devotion, and something too close to submission.

He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and pushes in more, not breaking eye contact until he’s fully sheathed inside, and even then it’s only because he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. “Fucking perfect,” he praises, making me whimper.

I know it makes me blush, I just have to hope he doesn’t see it down here in the dark.

“Blushing for me, love?” Of course he sees me, he always has. “So so beautiful.” He kisses both of my cheeks and begins moving, the space between our faces closing as he inhales my air like it’s all he needs in the world. “Tell me it’s still only me.”

How can there be anyone else?

“Only you. Never anyone else again.”

He releases a groan that’s so close to a whimper, my pussy clamps around him. God, I love how vocal he is.

“Only you for me, too. You got me, baby. All of me is devoted to you. Fuck, do that again.”

Grinning, I squeeze his cock and use the wall to brace myself as I ride him right here, his hips meeting every bounce as words evade us completely. There’s nothing we could say that could bring us any closer than we feel right now, and when he pulls me in and bares his neck, I know exactly what he wants me to do.

He wants me to mark him.

I don’t stop to wonder how it’ll look in court or how he’ll explain it in the morning, I don’t care. I’ve never done this before, not with anyone.

Not on purpose, anyway.

So it feels good sucking his skin, knowing he’ll look in a mirror tomorrow and remember this. That he may wear my mark when he perp walks to the courthouse.

Holy shit, the orgasm that hits me shocks us both and every ripple of pleasure that shoots through my body shoves him closer to joining me. “Strangling me, baby. Fuck, you’re gonna make me blow already.”

As if in defiance, he begins fucking up into me even harder, and I have to cover my mouth to stifle the scream.

“Joey,” he growls. “Give me one more, I know you have more for me.”

When he nuzzles in and bites my throat, I grind on his cock like getting off might actually set him free, but it’s the way he grunts that sends me over. It’s such a sinful sound and all for me.

“That’s my girl. Gonna... fucking... come.”

He thrusts as deep as he can three more times before he releases with a groan that tells me he didn’t want it to end. I feel him pulsing inside of me until he stills, filling me up so much I know I’ll be just as much of a mess as last time whenever he decides to separate us. One look in his eyes tells me that won’t be any time soon, not if he has a say in it.

I wish he did.

“Stay with me here,” I whisper. “Right here.”

“I would.” His arms wrap around me a little tighter. “I’d leave with you right now if I knew I wouldn’t be fucking up your life even more than I already have.”

We could make it work. With a little money and a lot of stealth, we could disappear — but then what? We’d never be free.

“You haven’t fucked anything up,” I say firmly. “My dad said you brought me back to life, and he was right.”

“He did?” Killian pulls back to look at me, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

“Mmhm.” I kiss him quickly, then glance down between us. “I know I brought them up, but maybe we can find a better time to talk about my parents.”

He follows my gaze, pushing inside a little more with a full on smirk now. “Better get used to talking about everything like this, Roo. My dick is taking a stand, and I don’t think I can get him out.”

Like I’d want him to anyway.

I wasn’t kidding. I’d stay like this forever.