Wes was grateful for the increased contact of their hands, that feeling of being connected. They were both falling once again, not over a waterfall while on the deck of a pirate ship, but it had that same sense of inevitability, of not knowing where they would land but no longer fearing it.

When Fred finally took him inside of her, he gasped sharply against her lips, his grip tightening reflexively on the hand clasping his and his back arching a little at the sheer pleasure of the moment. It was an indescribable feeling. He could barely draw another breath, but he forced himself to. No matter what happened afterwards, they would always have this. Just for them.