Warning : Rated R
They barely made it down the corridor.
Cyborg shoved Marybeth and Brix toward the next door without slowing, yanking it open just long enough to force them inside before it slammed shut again. Iyisha caught a brief glimpse through the narrowing crack, Marybeth laughing, already tangled with Brix as they fumbled at the handle together, hands everywhere, impatient and uncoordinated.
A giggle slipped out of Iyisha before she could stop it.
The sound felt wrong the moment it left her.
Then Malcolm pulled her into the room meant for them.
The door shut hard behind them. The noise cut off instantly.
He guided her forward and pushed her down onto the bed with more force than necessary, the mattress dipping under her weight.
He turned away at once, bracing both hands against the wall, head lowered, breath coming heavy and controlled, shoulders rising and falling like he was holding something back by sheer discipline alone.
The quiet hit harder than the noise had.
