Donald Doyle was a peculiar man, no doubt about it– it was his enemy that he loved, for fucks sake. The hickory colored skinned and curly, pecan haired female was captivating him in some sort of trance that made the poor blonde so infuriated with himself. Why did it have to be Vanessa Kimball, out of all women?
It started as a fling; things only happening in the darkness of their quarters and for them to forget what happened until they wanted it again. It wasn’t hard for the generals to keep up with themselves afterwards. They would dress themselves and leave, never uttering a word to the other until the morning when they fought about god knows what.
It was the next day– a Sunday, to be exact– when Doyle approached Kimball.
Her head raised as he walked up to her, a hint of nervousness in his step. Some of the soldiers who were moving packages of ammo and guns stopped their working. Once Doyle reached the other general, she stood up to meet his eyes. They were about the same height (Maybe Doyle was a little shorter, but only by a few centimeters) and they each were a perfect level for eye contact.
Cold sweat glistened on his furrowed brow. With hands clasped tightly in front of his stomach he constantly fiddled with his knuckles, weaving his fingers in and out of each other. Though he couldn’t tell, a worried expression had wiped across the females face as she cocked her head to the side in a questioning-like manner. Doyle let out a small, weak chuckle before he reached his shaking hands out to unclasp the clip of her helmet. He carefully pulled her tan and cobalt helmet from her head and let it fall to the floor with a clank.
Kimball began to object, but he only shushed her. He could see the scowl that was painted delicately across her rigid features as he did so, but it made him fill up with a strange peacefulness rather than the fear it used to. He distantly noticed the soldiers from both of their armies chattering softly upon each other, but he ignored their curious whispers and stares and focused on her.
Doyle removed his own helmet and dropped it to the floor, the thud it makes not scaring him one bit. Across his freckled face, anybody could see the little bits of sweat building up.
“Doyle, what the hell are you–”
“Shh.“ He hushed her before moving his finger and pressing his hand against her cheek, giving him more support to push himself towards her. Doyle’s lips were firm against Kimball’s, but the kiss remained soft, gentle, and slow. They held it for a few seconds before their lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly, and cautiously. He exhaled through his nose, not wanting to let go. Doyle’s entire body had been taken over by the overwhelming feeling of relief, combined with eccentric panic. Wolf-whistles and cheers were shouted through the small crowds of soldiers they had. He moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in Kimball’s short, dark hair.
He didn’t want their ‘thing’ to be a fling anymore. He wanted to be able to whisper her name into her ear and to look at her in the eye when they were in the bedroom. He wanted to hold her hand and listen to her rant about how she wanted her soldiers to make it out alive. He wanted to be with her and to make her happy, because god damn, Doyle loved Kimball, no matter how cliche and dumb it sounded.
The two had never known what true love was until that cold morning in the mess-hall. Doyle had been brought up in a war, but he had known kindness, even though the negative influences in his life had outweighed the good. Kimball was a young woman, and was left to become a soldier by force. She knew anger, betrayal, and sadness. But, for some reason, it made sense that the two were in love. Kimball was the dark side of the moon white Doyle was the sun that lit up the side everybody knew.
As the two pulled from the kiss, staring into each others eyes with red cheeks and heavy breaths, they knew that’s what they’d want to be. Despite their differences, Kimball and Doyle were like two puzzle pieces that only fit one another, and they had no problem with that.
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