Four
The elevator doors deposit us back into our room.
"You know we really should see if there are any other rooms on base so they can have actual beds to sleep on." I am saying to Warner in an attempt to change the subject.
"We might have a few extra rooms for them to sleep in and we can add another set of rooms down stairs so they are always near here." He says.
I stop.
"What? Is that not what you want?" He asks confused.
"No, that's perfect."
"Okay, is there something else that I missed?"
"Maybe."
"Well then tell me. Tell me what you want."
I pull him towards me wrapping my arms around my neck and threading my fingers through his hair. I crane my neck so that my lips are just an inch away from his ear.
"That is a dangerous question." I whisper, my voice like silk.
"Oh?" A small smile spreads across his face. "And what are you planning to do exactly?"
"This." And I push him down on the bed. I climb into his lap. Cup his face with my hands, tilting his chin up so I can look into the emerald eyes I have come to love. Then I kiss him slowly. Just a breeze of a kiss. I break away and he picks me up off his lap and lays me on the bed, crawls over to me, on top of me. I feel his lips on my shoulder, soft and scorching and tender. He pulls back. I refuse to open my eyes. I just want to savor this moment. His finger touches my lips and he traces the shape of my mouth, the curves, the seam, the dip and my lips part. His hands slip around my waist. He touches my cheek. His four finger graze the side of my face, slowly, so slowly before they slip behind my head.
No words.
Just his lips.
Deep and urgent like he can't afford to take his time any more. His hands travel the length of my back and he's kissing my neck, my throat, the slope of my shoulders and his breaths come harder, faster, his hands suddenly become threaded into my hair and I'm spinning, I'm dizzy, I'm reaching up behind his neck and clinging to him.
He kisses my top lip.
He kisses my bottom lip.
He kisses just under my chin, the length of my forehead, both temples, my cheeks, all along my jawline and he is not going to stop. There's a whimper building in my throat and I'm locking my fingers in his hair and I'm pulling him up, on top of me. He cups my face in his hands and he pulls me close and he kisses me, kisses me until time topples over and my head spins into oblivion. He pulls back just to look me in the eye. Warner's forehead is pressed against mine, his skin flushed with heat, his nose touching my own. I smile a stupid smile. He lifts my head, pulls my hair away from my neck so my face falls more easily onto the pillow. He shifts so he's on the bed beside me.
"Aaron." I whisper.
"I love you." He says. "But right now you need to sleep. It's been a long day."
I'm not even conscious enough to respond.
