Maybe that was the problem – she wasn’t comfortable with the growing realisation that she needed this, perhaps even more than Rhys did. She ran her hands down his stomach and deftly unhooked his webbed belt that cinched his loose fitting pants around his waist, while Rhys reciprocated by peeling her singlet up her body. Although she still carried anxiety about being naked with him, especially now that they’d relieved their respective sexual tensions and she was left with just her vulnerability, the moment still felt right and the silence grew into a long and comfortable one – though eventually she had to address the elephant in the room. “Our possibly impending doom.” Cait said, much more mildly than she felt about it. Abruptly Rhys released her breast and moved his hand down to the back of her thigh, pulling Cait upwards. She pulled her hands from her console scanning the instruments for the source of the problem, Rhys turned to watch her from his station. As they kissed she felt his hands trail down the side of her neck and his fingertips traced the ridge of her
