Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, we'd have a Farscape channel
Their breathing is in tandem with their hearts. He feels the first touch of her soul, gossamer and almost fleeting but unafraid. It enters him, moving gently through the darkest moments and memories of his own weary spirit. Strengthened by her faith in him, he doesn’t shy away as he’s wont to do in times of uncertainty.
He can see her, not the outer shell that holds her. They are not what the physical world presented. Their hopes, the secret wishes in their heart of hearts, their loves past and present. Little lies and misdeeds with both purpose and regret are but a miniscule part of the whole. Memories, joyous and full of torment in the deepest of dreams create the backdrop of time that is passing for everyone but them as they join.
They know one another; every wonderful curve and line, each scar that tells a story all its own. And they know the tale, living it as if were their own. He knows that she loves how brithre-berries tingle when they first touch her tongue, savoring it each time as if it were her first. And she understands how he needs - tries so desperately to hold himself in control, the constant battle through the dissonance of voices that he sometimes must surrender to in order to keep himself whole during the worst of days and nights.
Each smiles as they break from one another. There is a spark of sadness at the loss of contact, but it is only physical. In all other ways, neither shall ever be without the other. Lost and found. Kept and loved.