The Captain takes a look at his watch. 0300. An hour past her note.
Was the rescue plan a fail? Would they have to be on this ship until
he could figure out an escape plan? And where the hell was Tex?
Tom turns his neck slowly, taking her all in. She looked so painfully
exhausted. A part of him feels bad, the other is oddly happy about it.
Maybe she'll think twice before throwing herself out there to the dogs.
He remembers their kiss, how could he not? It was hot. Hotter then
any kiss he'd ever have. Was it the need? The desperation? The utter
confused state of mind? An audience? The grey haired male may never
know.
'I'm a captain. Gotta think on my feet.
It's my j o b. My duty. Course I was gonna
go with it, well.'
A light chuckle escapes him, shifting slightly to face her feeling terrible
about this whole entire situation, wishing he could ease her pain somehow.
'It's been awhile since we kissed anyone.
Figured I'd be rusty.'
XXXXX
Rachel lifts her eyes now, taking in his words, taking in
his sunburned skin and chapped lips. She hadn't noticed
their chapped appearance or feel when she'd kissed him,
but now, so close to him, she's wishing she had lip balm for him.
She reaches her right hand up and brushes her fingertips
lightly across his parched lips. Her eyes drift from his lips
to his eyes and she knows she's treading deep waters here.
"You are very good at thinking quickly.
From everything I've seen anyway.
You're an exceptional captain, the Navy
assured me you were–are the best."
She runs her own tongue just slightly over her own cut lip,
dropping her hand to his chest lightly.
"I didn't think you were rusty,"
She says the words quietly, her eyes drifting up to meet
his deep blue ones. She has a moment of what if this is it and
what if they aren't rescued.It was only a matter of time before
they came back for one of them. She hopes they spare him,
and take her if that happens
XXXXX
They're facing each other now instead of being side by side. He
doesn't entirely know how to feel about that, he doesn't know how
to feel at all. It all feels wrong yet so right at the same time. Was it
the time ticking? Was it the fact they've been so in tune with each
other since her little confession about what her mission was.
He doesn't dare flinch when her fingers are crossing his lips slowly.
Shocked by the action, wondering what the hell she's thinking?
Tom's chest is rising and falling hard the room suddenly feeling
a lot hotter. It was her.This was what she does to him. Makes his
blood BOIL.
'I'm the best, alright. We've
survived this long haven't we?
Guess we make a pretty darn
good pair.'
He's looking at her face now, her lip looks swollen from the hit
from Ruskov. A black eye starting to form, her hair tousled sweater
a little bit more lose then he'd seen from their first encounter on the
ship. Cyan hues land on her dark orbs hypnotized by the situation,
the atmosphere all together. God, he wants her. Wants to make her
feel better.Because of him. I didn't think you were rusty.Wanting
to prove him WRONG, his hand comes up behind her neck pulling
her mouth onto his, roles revered just hours ago.
XXXXX
Rachel doesn't know what to make of the way he's looking at her
and she's lost in the deep ocean that is his eyes. She hears his
voice and the cockiness there. For all his humble and loyal ways,
he knows he's the best. And she can appreciate that in a man.
She would trust him with her life because he's just that good.
They did made a pretty good pair, she had to agree. She nods
just slightly, a smile turning up at the corner of her swollen lips.
She's drawn to him, can't take her hand off his chest, where she
feels his breathing and heartbeat very acutely through her palm.
She sees him raise his hand out of the corner of her eye, which
doesn't falter from his, feels his own palm on her neck. Her skin is
tingling under his touch and her stomach does flip flops at the
sensation and the anticipation of what's next.
She knows. She can feel it as he's pulling her head to his.
And she wants it, wants to feel his lips once more.
And now she's on the receiving end, and her lips are taken by his
much as she had done to him. And just like before, it's like sparks,
and she feels like alive wire. He is not rusty at all, his mouth feels
amazing on hers and she forgets about any cuts or swelling because
god this is...there are no words. Her mind is blank and she's kissing
him back hungrily, needy, but letting him lead, letting him set their pace.