[So content with that moment— the feeling of her against him, her hand in his hair— Sniper didn't protest as she called him that word; instead, he smiled as her fingertips brushed through his hair, the act having grown on him in the nights they'd shared together to the point where he leaned into her hand, aching for more attention from her.

Not that she didn't give him more than he'd gotten from anyone in his life, save for maybe his parents. He was fine being left alone most of the time, but when it came to her, it seemed he couldn't get enough. What it was about her that appealed to his personal greed, he couldn't decide; however, he knew it was there, always wanting more and more of her and from her.]

I've never been much for dealing with people, to be honest. That sort of behavior gets in the way of the job. S'just easier to be alone sometimes.

[He said one thing, but his body betrayed him; he pulled her to him, closing the small gap between them as he buried his face into her shoulder.]