“Darling, you’re so pretty it hurts.” Keegan says these words. His hands roams under your shirt.

After the Federation have fallen down, Rorke killed, peace has come back. You found home, with Keegan. After a year, Keegan had confessed on a hot summer day. And on bad day, you called him, needing his love and affection.

He pushed you up against your wall, kissing your nape, throwing your shirt on the floor. He kissed your forehead, smiling at you, the sunset setting behind him. He grins.