Cath
Cath didn’t know how to react to everything that had happened. All he knew was that he wanted to close his eyes and go back to the moment when Red’s kiss had turned into a thing of passion and lust instead of being just a rebellion against the whole world. His chest still hurt where the arrow had hit him, the barely healed wound opening up again under Red’s punches; his back was still pressing uncomfortably against the cave wall.
He was hungry and cold and frustrated, the lust from the short kiss still raging in his blood. But nothing of this reality actually mattered, compared to the memory of how perfectly Red’s body fitted his. Red was thinner than him, all bones and wires, lean muscles and anger, yet he was all Cath wanted right now. It didn’t matter he was one of his enemies,
