Lips crash against each other in heated urgency. Rushed hands run roughly across flesh sensitized by need. There is no gentleness, no air of tenderness, only pure lust and desire. The blistering heat is fueled by more than just the friction of skin against skin.

They both need this, not the actions but the feelings they cause. Because the pain, the need, the heat let them know they're alive; lets them know they are more than just the cold, emotionless machines lost in the monotony or routine.

And once this momentary sparking is over, once the flames fade and the cold comes creeping back in, they will go back to the way it was, merging seamlessly into the flow of normalcy.

Until the next time, that is.

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