Their sudden struggle was turning in a direction Neil hadn't really considered, and he responded into the kiss before he really thought about what they were doing. But as soon as he knew what was happening, all gears turned toward it, and any hesitation he had was lost when she ripped his shirt. It was as if she was tearing his last bit of hostility, as he felt a warmth in his chest from the blood preparing to rush across his body. 

Even if indra's entire family and a deathsquad armed to the teeth entered the room, Neil wouldn't have paid them any mind as the two intwined their limbs and tongues, years of pent up sexual frustration being spent. Somehow, the pilot lost his trousers next. If you had asked him later, he wouldn't have even remembered how, only he was glad that they hadn't been ripped either. 

They twirled, Junebug's legs around Neil's hips as they hit the bed. Neil groaned. "Put your goddamn back into it," he said, some of the earlier aggression still in him. 

"I'll show you my fucking back," She promised, and the evening turned into the night as the two commenced for a timeless period of pleasure. Neil got back to what senses he had while the moon was full, his hair a mess and the smoke having wafted out of the outer balcony. He suddenly realized just how fucked he likely was, but you know, he realized he didn't give a fuck when he glanced over at Junebug. 

It was worth it.
[hr] 

The Pilot and the Captain slumbered as hard as they had fucked, because the furious knocking went on for Gods only knew how long before both were coherent enough to realize there was a noise. Neil squinted, lifting his head into the warm sun of the window above, and he heard a very familiar voice. 

"Captain! Captain, it's Taya!" The girls voice carried, slightly muffled by the closed door. "Captain! Wake up, Neil's gone missing!" 
[@Penny]