kiki get together

He wakes up with a start, the room quiet in the dark, just the pounding of his heart. The shortness of his breath. Kidd's dreams slip away, phantom touches in his mind dissipating like mist as he focuses on the waking world. Summer rain faint against the broken windows across the room, a soft patter patter his heart slows down to match. The draft from the storm sends a shiver up his back, and he curls tighter into the warmth under the thin sheets, clutching at the warm body of his partner. Killer is warm and soft and he bites back a grunt as pushes closer to her, clutching at the fading feeling of dreams, the almost euphoric feeling that had been building. He whined, grinding up against the solid line of Killer's hip, and - SHIT! Killer is ramrod stiff under him, frozen, and if he pretends he doesn't notice she's awake, maybe she wont say anything. He buries his face in her side, mortified. Torn equally between seeking that pressure, that touch; and getting up and throwing himself in the ocean right now.   Her breathing is shallow, nervous. Uncertain. It not that she's frozen in place under him, but Kidd sees now that he caught her getting up. Leaving. It's hours from sunrise, but she's making to leave their sorry excuse for a bed. He realized why she had been gone in the mornings, why she'd been distant. Damn it. How many times has he down this?   "Don't leave" he whispers, "It'll go away, just please.. Don't leave again."   Killer doesn't exactly relax, but she does sigh, a deep weary exhale with a hand resting on his back. She stays.