"Screw the mission!" Rin shoved her. It wasn't a playful shove. It was forceful, knocking her back a step. "You think Xavier is going to let you just walk out? After everything? You think he dragged you through the mud, the blood, and the fire just so you could file a report?"
Arlen regained her balance and shoved him back, hard. Her knuckles connected with his chest plate. "He doesn't own me, Rin! And neither do you."
"He doesn't have to own you," Rin snarled, grabbing her wrist before she could swing again. "You're already his. Don't lie to me. I can hear your moans every night. I saw how you look at him and act around him. You're lovers, Arlen. Act like it."
Arlen twisted her arm, breaking his grip, and drove her shoulder into his chest. They crashed into the metal bulkhead, grappling. It was ugly. No technique, just desperation. Knees scraping against steel, breath hitching in throats.
