Timing: Season 6
Rating: R for the sex
He is her cover of darkness, she thinks, as his chest lurches above her, holding a steady, swaying cadence. Back and forth, back and forth, he withdraws and returns, hypnotically consistent like a ticking metronome. Her shoulders brush the carpets, each rough push and rocking thrust a timed beat.
One leg thrown across his back, she is bowed double so that he can play her, striking the keys that will release her high notes. Together they pant a stuttering duet of sighs. Death is her gift, but music is his, she realizes, when he conducts them to a halting crescendo.