Warmth. He was warm. Hands on her face and body near hers and the warmth of the blood beneath her own cheeks. Red was stunned, Atlas's face growing closer to the young revolutionary, newest member of his movement. Eager she was, needy to please and hard working. Her heart stilled, or was it going too fast? One hand moved from her cheek to cup against the base of her skull and bring her ear to Atlas's mouth.

"Oh, Red..." He cooed, name soft on his lips. Her name. Red nearly fainted.

"Atlas...." She stammered, stumbling on the name. His name. Hopefully he couldn't see how nervous she was, then she really would keel over.

He chuckled, noise low in his throat.

"If only there was someone who loved you."

He was still chuckling as he walked off, middle finger in the air, stiff as Red's abandoned dick.