"Tammy?"
I look around at the sound of my name, and see the handsome scientist that is Brad standing behind me. How he managed to sneak up on me like that, I'll never know. I guess it must be this guy's influence on me. Ever since I fell in love with him - no, ever since I first met him - I have, somewhat unfortunately, managed to lose some of what makes me - well, me I suppose. Definitely some of my more important traits, anyway.
It's not my fault, I suppose. He's the only one to blame, really.
But I don't care any more.
"What is it?" I ask, as Brad wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. I can feel the warmth of his body against mine as I lay my head against his chest, listening to his heart beating. Beating with love for me.
"Nothing, it's just..." he breaks off to tilt my head upwards, so that I'm looking directly into his eyes, "...you really are one dynamite gal." He smiles at me, and I can't help but give a small, shy smile back. I love when he calls me that. It sums me up well, in only three words.
My smile grows even wider. So does his.
"Oh, Brad," I find myself saying, "I love you."
"I love you too, Tammy," Brad replies, before gently, sweetly, kissing me on the lips. As a feeling of complete ecstasy comes over me, I close my eyes and lean into the kiss, deepening the sensation that I wish could last forever. Pretty soon it starts becoming more than just that. As our tongues gently touch and Brad's hand starts lovingly caressing my neck, I think to myself, "And to think that I never wanted to fall in love..."
After what feels like a few minutes of passionate kissing, Brad gently draws me out of the kiss. No words need to be exchanged between us. We both know it. We are trapped in this moment of affection, and nothing can ruin it for us.
After a few moments of just gazing into each other's eyes, I snap out of my trance, slightly ruining the moment by saying to Brad, "Well, I'd better go off to bed now. I can't be too tired tomorrow morning to carry out a perimeter check."
"Who said anything about going off to your bed?" Brad asks me. It takes me a few seconds to realise what he means by that. I smile to myself when I understand what he means.
"Okay then."
A few minutes later, I find myself lying comfortably in Brad's bed, held closely in his warm embrace. These beds aren't really made for two, but I guess that just works to our advantage this time, as it just means that I can enjoy the sensation of being close to my true love all the more easily. Plus it makes it all the less likely that I'll fall out of the bed, not that it has ever happened, but you never know...
I'm interrupted from my thoughts by Brad planting yet another kiss on my lips. This time, it only lasts a few seconds, I suppose it's his way of saying good night to me, really. Although I'm glad of his presence beside me. It makes having to sleep in a bunker that you don't really know is cy-bug-proof a whole lot less unnerving, to tell the truth.
Brad gently strokes my face, gently pushing the swathe of golden hair that usually obscures my right eye out of the way, before whispering to me, "Goodnight, my dynamite gal."
I smile to myself in the darkness, and snuggle up closer to him, before replying, "Goodnight."
It takes me longer than him to fall asleep, but when I do, I'm greeted by a dream of the two of us at the altar, locked in a loving kiss, just after we both hear the words, "You may now kiss the bride."
One day, I hoped, that dream would come true.
