Connections

[Nox]

The door opened. Anger flared in her face but something had been there before. But it didn't matter -- anger was useful for the horde. He knew she'd slam the door on his face. As he reached to grab the front of her shirt he wove a block of air at the bottom of the door so she couldn't move it and break his hand -- good or mechanical, he didn't want to break either. It wasn't an apology as he growled. "I didn't want to wait." But it was meant to lessen his sudden appearance.

He pulled her close and kissed her hard, eager and grasping for connection. It was desperate at the very least. He pulled on their need -- their desire. It was fight or fuck and he was okay with either at least it was a real connection something. He needed something -- someone. He didn't care how right now he needed to feel like someone knew him, wanted him. He'd even take knowing they hated him. Just connection. It hurt and he was willing to make it hurt physically if need be to feel something else.