Pako's kiss finally relented, her lips parting from Syn's with a soft, satisfied hum, leaving his chest heaving as he gulped air like a man resurfaced from drowning. She slid off him with a playful bounce, her bare feet hitting the medic room tiles with a light slap, her tanned skin gleaming faintly under the sterile lights as she adjusted her shorts, her shirt still dangling loosely around her shoulders. Syn sat up, his shirt rumpled and damp from her relentless press, his breath steadying as he rubbed his neck, the ghost of her grip still tingling against his skin.