The room felt smaller now, the air thick with the warmth of their closeness, the faint creak of the floor under Gon's boots as he shifted nearer.
Lena stood by the cot, her gray eyes locked on his, a mix of wariness and something softer flickering in their depths.
The moonlight from the narrow window cut a pale line across her face, catching the curve of her jaw, the dark strands of hair that had slipped free from their tie.
Gon didn't rush, his hands found her shoulders first, light but firm, grounding her as he dipped his head.
His lips brushed the side of her neck, just below her ear, a soft press at first, testing the waters.
Her skin was warm, smooth under the faint roughness of his mouth, and he lingered there, letting the contact draw out, a slow burn igniting in his gut.
He kissed her neck again, firmer this time, lips parting slightly to taste the salt of her, a subtle trace of the day's sweat, the pulse beneath her skin quickening under his touch.
