Malta

[peace_inthe_violence]

This is a fairy tale of blood and bullets
It is the story of three men and three women and a small island between Italy and Africa.
This is a story about tragedy and pain, about healing and hope, but mostly it is about
love.

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[transfuge]

"I love you, Andy." He caught her mouth in a slow sweet kiss. She could indulge him in that much now that the first frantic fuck was out of the way.

Perfect was a stretch but he wasn't in the mood to argue. Booker felt lazy and warm. He shifted his weight just a touch to the side so he wasn't completely crushing Andy then stretched out with a heavy sigh.

"My tan will be a mess now." He rested his chin on top of Andy's head while they cuddled.

[orgilotes]

The languid, playful little laugh that got out of her probably told Booker exactly how much andy would indulge him in the realm of things like cuddles and kisses: anything. And everything.

So Andy just kissed him back, soft and sweet and delightful as they settled down in the afternoon sun with her body tucked against his as if it belonged there. It did. "You'll just have to spend more time out here to fix it, then," she murmured, sweeping her fingertips along the curve of Booker's ribs. "And who knows what you could get into doing that."

She smiled.

"Or what could get into you. Either way."

[transfuge]

It was good to hear her laugh even soft was it was. Booker felt it warm his heart. He didn't know how he had convinced himself to pull away from them when being with her felt so... good and right. The darkness had damn near drowned him.

"Either way it's a pleasant afternoon out by the pool." He draped his arm over her hip and danced his fingers across the small of her back. "Though now that you've had me I feel you'll be keeping me busy as well."

Not that he sounded that bothered by it. A few days of re-familiarizing with each other should get it out of their systems enough that they would go back to their normal routines which just a few more kisses and bouts of sex.

[orgilotes]

"I'm not letting you go again, Book," Andy murmured, soft but unmistakeably serious, even with her lips grazing his skin. All the fun and the sex aside, Nicky and Joe had stopped the bleeding when they lost Quynh but Booker had been the one who made her start living like herself again. Watching him pull away and stay away for all those years had felt like the stitches holding that black hole shut had unraveled.

She curled tighter against him, hand splaying possessively against his arm as her thigh hooked over his, getting comfortable and not intending to move for a while. They'd heal from a sunburn, it would be fine. They were warm and drowsy and she didn't want to fathom not touching Booker right now.

[transfuge]

Booker sighed heavily. "I can't promise I won't try to get away," he said softly, looking off in the middle distance. "When that grief hits me it's very hard to fight. I get so tired."

That was really it, actually. Booker tired to fight it but it was exhausting. It hurt. It was easier to surrender and let it drag him down instead. In that tired state he didn't care that he hurt them when he drew back. He convinced himself it was better for them.

And he knew Andy would understand. She was just stronger and able to fight. "But I'm not going anywhere right now. Unless you wanted to go inside and find a bed so we have more space for activities."

[orgilotes]

"It's not the getting away I'm concerned about," she murmured, catching his gaze again and wrapping her arm around his waist. "I know it's tiring, and it hurts. But you know we're here when you need us, and want us."

Andy rested her head against his chin, nuzzling into his chest gently. "No extra activities necessary yet, but we'll see about later," she chuckled. "Just let me hold you for a while."

[transfuge]

That was the difficult part when it really hit him. Booker wanted nothing and cared for nothing except occasionally his next drink. They could talk about it another time though. She's relaxed and he wanted her to stay that way.

"Oh, I had no plans to move anywhere," he said with a little chuckle. "Stay as long as you'd likeM mon guerrier."

He would stay right here with her as long as she wanted.

[orgilotes]

She snorted at the pet name and poked her knuckle into Booker's ribs gently.

"Oh, I'm yours now?" she asked, gentling down with a smile and tilting her head up. "Nap with me, Book."

[transfuge]

"And I'm yours." He squirmed away from the poke but there wasn't much room so he couldn't get far. No tickling.

A nap wasn't a bad idea though. He nuzzled against her hair, made sure their legs were tangled together and he had a firm hold of her.

"Sure thing, boss." He closed his eyes and settled his breathing to drift off.