Dream
He always looks handsome in his flight suit, striding across the carrier deck as if he does this every day. The crew scurries purposefully behind him, checking his Tomcat one last time and making sure everything is ready for takeoff.
His RIO is already climbing into the backseat, but there's one more thing he has to do first. Some of the crew exchange knowing smiles when he stops in front of the Marine colonel standing off to the side.
Don't wait up, he says with a grin.
She hooks an arm around his neck and pulls him down to her. Their lips are just a breath away.
Kiss me, she whispers.
Well, all right, love.
She opens her eyes in confusion upon hearing the Australian accent. Mic hovers above her, poised for his kiss, and she yelps in surprise.
What's wrong, love?
It's not until then that she realizes she's on her couch and not a carrier deck. But she doesn't tell him that. She apologizes and admits that she was just dreaming.
About me? Mic's smile is suggestive.
Yes, she lies.