Mal
His hand glides across the curve of my hip and rests upon my waist. The warmth that spreads from that spot could heat an icy planet for years.
He kisses the nape of my neck. Then he slowly and gently suckles upon the lobe of my ear.
He rests his chin upon my shoulder, looking at the view in front of our eyes. The stars stretch endlessly around us.
This moment in time is precious. The only noise comes from the engines that power this boat that he loves so dearly. There is no one here but myself and the man that I love.
I turn in his embrace to look upon his face. The slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes speak of times of hardship and times of laughter.
He isn't wearing a shirt, telling me that he woke from another nightmare about the past. My gaze lingers upon the scar that graces his shoulder, prominent even after all these years. My touch flutters across it, and he takes my hand in his.
I close my eyes. I realize every moment that I have with him could be my last. His jobs grow more dangerous every day.
The deaths of our own still lingers, making me realize how little time each of us has in our lives.
He pulls me to him, and I kiss the scar before I rest my head upon his shoulder.
I love this man.
I love Mal.