Forbidden Fruit
He looked up at the ceiling, his head swirling with an abundance of thoughts. His thoughts ranged from the war going on around him, to the very girl laying naked in his arms. She was beautiful. The way her hair flowed down the side of her face, her big blue eyes, even her soft pale skin drove him crazy. She was never meant to be his, but he had tasted the forbidden fruit that was a natural. And it was a taste he couldn't get enough of.
He wasn't really sure why or how it had all started, however he remembered the day he first kissed her. She was running from him, angry that he felt the need to point out who had killed the one she lost. He chased her, wanting to apologize. When he caught up to her she continued to yell at him, but not for the reasons he thought she would. She was angry that he fought, she feared she would watch him die and it would be all her fault. He yelled back about how he couldn't stand by while the ship went down. During the argument between them he found himself inches away from her. He could smell her shampoo, it seemed to blind his judgement. Without thinking he leaned forward and kissed her.
The rest seemed to be history. After that day following every battle she would come find him, she drag him off to be alone and things would escalate quickly. Eventually kisses were no longer enough for either of them. He knew what he was to her. He was only her rebound, he meant nothing. He was the one she needed to use to forget the one she lost, and he was willing to accept that. Even if she was starting to mean a little more to him.
He knew once the war was over so would all this. He would never kiss her sweet lips again, never feel her soft skin against his. So he would enjoy every second he could with her, dreading the day the war would end.
In his mind his fate was sealed. He had defected from the military, he was a traitor. He would face the ultimate punishment for that crime. He had nothing left to lose. So he would kiss her every single time she would let him. Hold her in his arms like she was his and be one with her… until his dying breath he thought.
He pulled her in tighter. As small moan escaped her lips as he did so. For tonight he would pretend that she wasn't forbidden. That she wasn't the Juliet to his Romeo. Tonight, even if just for tonight, she was his.