[ @frozen-lullaby continued from here.]
It was always like those few seconds before lightening strikes, static fills the air, deafening silence before two charges connect and thunder rips through the stillness. They were those two charges and those few moments before the clash was the long walk to the office. Then beautiful chaos – his kisses were always passionate; his fingers would plunge into her locks, drawing her to him. She’d follow suit, her lips on his, trailing kisses along his chin, down his neck; steady hands dancing over harden muscles. She knew all his sweet spots, as he knew hers.
This had become their routine, it didn’t matter if it was a mission or training drills, it was as if the thrill of keeping their secret romance hidden during the routines of company life sparkled something within them both. The moments that they couldn’t secretly hold hands, kiss, whisper their love only drove them closer together the minute the door was closed behind them.
How they managed to maintain an appearance of professionalism was a feat unto itself with how their bodies responded to each other’s touch the minute the office door was closed. Today, would it be his desk, her desk, the couch – or just the floor? No, they had outgrown this office romance, they still needed to keep this a secret but she had grown tired of these four walls holding their secret.
It would be dark soon, the barracks would be quiet, and the likelihood someone might spot them would be minimal at best. Her fingers pause on his chest as she pauses to catch her breath, gazing up at him from under her lashes as a small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips.
“Yours is closer….” She whispers, her free hands slipping around his neck to play with the fringe of his unruly locks, “And bigger…” Her smirk grows as she presses herself against him, lips kissing the corner of his as she trails them down to his chin once more.
“What do you say?”