He knew she wasn't his girlfriend on the job, but it didn't stop the panic.
The panic that someone might hurt her, kill her, take her away from him.
He tried to tell himself that she was just another team member on another mission. S
She wasn't though.
He hadn't lived long without her, but he had no clue how he had done it.
The way her hands gently caressed him and the soft tickle of her mind could always make him groan with pleasure.
He loved her.
He had ever since that first day when she had said that she liked his shirt. The emotion was too small at first, only inkling.
A whispered suggestion.
That day in Belle Reeve had been the breaking point.
He had almost lost her and in her realized he needed her.
Her optimistic personality, dancing eyes and bright smile anchored him.
He wouldn't leave her, even if the sun froze over.
Because she belonged to him and him alone.
He looked at her now, limbs intertwined.
Sheets stained red by the sins of their past.
Conjoined hearts beating in time.
Her breath, soft and even against his face.
He held her tight, skin soft and warm.
He was content, just sitting there and watching her sleep.
She gently shuddered as if she could feel his eyes.
So he gently rubbed his calloused fingers across her cheek and watched her smile.
Lips twitched and words hung in the air like stars.
"I love you M'gann."