Our Song
It's well past midnight when there's a soft knock on his bunk door.
He's not surprised – not at all; in fact, he's been waiting for this, so a small (some would say lovestruck) smile appears on his face as he stands up to open the door.
It's Skye standing on the other side, her hair in a careless braid, clad only in an oversized T-shirt (one he recognizes as his), her long, lithe thighs left bare.
"Hiya, stranger," she whispers with a conspiratory smile before raising herself to the tip of her toes to give him a soft, teasing kiss. It takes every ounce of his willpower not to grab her waist, pull her close and kiss her until she doesn't remember her own name – not that this feeling is new; he has been fighting it for the last couple of months on a daily basis.
But he has to admit, there's some appeal in sneaking around – an untamed excitement, coupled with the thrilling fear of getting caught. It's almost as if he was a teenager, sneaking a girl into his bedroom without his parents knowing. He loves it.
The kiss ends way too soon for his liking – Skye pulls away gently, then steps past him, into his bunk, and sits on his bed as he softly closes the door.
It's not the most spacious bed he's ever slept in, but Skye's tiny, and they make it work – most nights she sleeps half next to him, half on top of him, not that he has any problems with it. Tonight, too, as he lies on his back, she settles with her hips on the mattress, but one of her legs thrown over his and her head resting on his chest.
He just can't resist sliding one hand up her thigh, while his other gently frees her hair from her braid, then he buries his fingers in her silky locks. She lets out a content sigh and nuzzles closer to him in response to his ministrations.
"I've been thinking," she says after a moment, her voice already sleep-tinged, her body completely relaxed in his arms. "About what could be our song." It's a recurring theme in their conversations as of late – something that never ceases to amaze him. "What are your feelings towards 'A Whole New World'?"
He smiles softly, caressing her hair.
"I don't know that one."
She lets out a strangled noise against his skin.
"Remind me tomorrow to show you Aladdin, 'kay?" Her words are getting quieter with every word.
"Okay," he promises, although he's almost sure she's already fallen asleep. He presses a kiss on the top of her head. "Sweet dreams, love."