AN: Sorry for the long wait!
Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life- Leo Buscaglia
September 13, 1944
Aldbourne, England
Easy had jumped into Normandy with 139 officers and men, but Easy was pulled out of the line with only 74 officers and men present for duty. Lieutenant Meehan was officially declared killed in action, his plane was shot during the D-Day and there were no survivors from his plane. Dick was appointed as Easy's CO, and was promoted to Captain.
For the relief for me and everyone, the mission we were heading on in France had been cancelled after General Patton overran where we were going to be dropped. We had been sent to Aldbourne in England instead, to get a breather.
"None of the higher brass are in England, Les, so where the dress," Lu suggested, getting up from my bed and walking to the vanity to fix her hair. "We both know that's not the main reason why you don't want to go tonight," Lu added, with a knowing look.
Her words echoed in my head,I knew Lu would figure out sooner or later I lied to her about what happened between Ron and I in Carentan. It was the subtle things that made Lu put the puzzle pieces in place. Ron wasn't unkind to me, he was just indifferent to me and I to him whenever we bumped into each other. Lu noticed that I didn't speak about as Ron as much or if he was, I would shy away from the conversation quickly change topics. She finally cornered me about Ron when she locked us in the supply closet and interrogated me about what was going on between us.
"Lu," I called, finally caving in and opening the door from the guest bedroom of the Jameson household.
When I appeared on the Jameson's doorstep they were overjoyed to see me alive and well. I was immediately ushered into their warm house, the smell of baking bread greeting me. It didn't take long for Theo to charge at me and latch onto my legs, clearly overjoyed that I was staying with them again.
"Go on upstairs, you remember where your old room was," Mrs. Jameson told me. "And get some sleep Alessandra, you look like you're about to fall over," Mrs. Jameson ordered, in motherly tone that reminded me of Mama.
The Jameson's had left the house to go to a family dinner, leaving me the only one in the house until Lu stopped by. I walked down the hallway only in a silk dress slip still looking for Lu.
"Where the hell is she?" I muttered, as I walked down the stairs.
As I reached the last step and rounded the corner where the kitchen would be only to walk into something hard. I was about to fall, but two arms wrapped themselves around me, catching me from my fall and holding me in their grasp. Slightly stunned, I looked up to see Ron. I was blushing furiously and Ron's eyes swept over my body.
"Hello Ron, fancy seeing you here," I breathed, still meeting his penetrating gaze.
"Hello Lessa," Ron replied hoarsely, as he still eyed me up and down.
"Of all the times to wear just a slip," I thought.
We stared at each other in silence, I could feel the warmth of Ron's palms through the thin fabric of the slip. I cautiously splayed my palm out across his chest. I could feel his heart racing underneath his dress green jacket, matching my own heartbeat that was beating a mile a minute. I followed the movement of my hand until my eyes reached Ron's. His gaze was smouldering, burning into me and my breath quickened, I had to look away.
I felt Ron's finger gently lift my face up to face him again, "Please, don't look away," he whispered.
"Uh, am I interrupting something?" Lu asked, from the kitchen, a smirk appearing on her face.
Ron and I quickly removed our hands from each other and I cleared my throat, "No, of course not. I walked into Lieutenant Speirs and he caught me before I fell,"
"Oh," was all Lu said still smirking.
"I will take my leave now, I'll see you two at the pub," Ron stated, before leaving.
"Why was Ron here?" I asked, after hearing the door shut.
"He wanted to know if you were going to the pub tonight," Lu answered grinning. "I thought it was sweet,"
"Why didn't you tell me he was here?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Because I didn't think you would come down in that," Lu said, referring to my slip. "By the way, Ron, was completely undressing you with his eyes. But you wouldn't mind that would you?" Lu smirked.
"Why you little!" I exclaimed jokingly, and Lu ran past me to the stairs.
"Do you think Clarence will be at the pub?" Lu asked, from where she was lounging on my bed, watching me get ready.
"Maybe, since we're in town. Why, do you have a crush on Clarence?" I asked smiling, busy adding the finishing touches to my hair and make-up.
"No, I was just wondering. He's one the first friends I made in England, and he has a great since of humor," Lu replied, rolling onto her stomach and propping her chin in her elbows to look at me.
A sly smile crept on Lu's face, "But you on the other hand, have two men fighting for your affection,"
"Lu..." I began warningly, as I put in my earrings.
"The sexual tension between you and Ron was so evident," Lu said jokingly.
"Shut up Lu," I said irritatedly, as slipped on my heels.
"Lusting over you with his eyes," Lu continued, grinning as she traced the pattern of the comforter on my bed.
"Did you just say, 'lusting with his eyes'?" I asked starting to smile, checking myself over in the mirror.
"Well that's what he was doing, that's what he does every time he sees you!" Lu replied defending her statement, looking up from the blanket.
"Lusting me with his eyes?" I repeated chuckling.
"Lewis does it too, in case you're wondering," Lu pointed out with a smirk that only caused me to groan. "Lewis and Ron will not be able take their eyes off you tonight Les. You look absolutely beautiful," Lu complimented, as she got up from my bed and stood behind me and we looked in the mirror.
I stared at the dress I was wearing, which was rich, dark red silk with three large black buttons down the center of the bodice and a black belt nipping it in at my waist. The skirt fell to my knees and was perfect for dancing, with lots of flowing movement. The walk was surprisingly quiet, but once we were in eye sight of the bar, we saw Alice, Emile, Laura, and Marie walking into the pub as well.
When Lu and I walked into the pub we earned many appreciative whistles. We grinned at the Toccoa men that had greeted us with wolf whistles as we made our way through the pub before splitting up. I saw a game of darts going on between Buck, George, Babe, and Joe went to watch the entertaining match up.
"Hey Lessa, you made it!" Buck nodded in my direction.
"Of course I did, I wouldn't miss this for the world," I smiled.
"Alright now, Lieutenant, nice and easy," George said. "We still got a shot," Everyone was silent as Buck made his shot. The dart landed nowhere near the target, "Tough break. You're having a tough night. People have tough nights," George looked over and winked at me and I realized Buck was pretending to be shit at darts.
"Sorry, George. I'm trying," Buck apologized, his ever-present smile in place.
"Nice shot, sir," Bull commented.
"Thank you, Bull," Buck stepped aside.
"Heffron," Babe got into position, and raised his hand.
"Thank you, Lieutenant,"
"Go on, Heff, shoot them out," Joe encouraged, squeezing Babe's shoulders.
"Finish me up,"
"See this,"
"What does he need?" George asked.
"Double seven," Babe replied. "Here we go," Babe made the shot and we clapped as soon as it landed decently enough.
"You're embarrassing the Lieutenant," Bill said, as he approached, handing a fresh beer to Babe. "Here, have a drink,"
"Don't mind if I do, Sarge," Babe said.
Babe wasn't a Toccoa man, but he wasn't treated like a replacement either, Bill saw to that.
"Better start winning money soon, I think your buddies are starting to miss you," Bill suggested.
Babe nodded, a small smile on his face, "Yeah," He agreed. "They do look kinda sad, don't they?"
"They're just serious fightin' men, that's all," Bull replied.
"Well, I think I'm gonna go introduce myself," Bill suggested, Bull put his hand out, making Bill stop.
"Be careful what you say now. Don't take much to set my group off,"
"Yeah," Johnny agreed dryly. "You got some wild-eyed killers right there, Bull,"
I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Good thing we weren't gambling," Buck commented.
"Oh, boy, we'd have gotten killed," George joked.
"You wanna bet?," Babe asked.
He walked right in the trap. I knew I should go stop it before Babe and Joe lost all their smokes, but I was content to just watch.
"What?" George asked innocently like he hadn't heard.
"You wanna bet?" Babe asked again.
"No," Buck and George replied in unison.
I couldn't help but smile because I knew it meant the complete opposite.
"C'mon, a pack of smokes," Joe said.
Joe headed right in the trap too and my smile got wider. This was going to be very entertaining.
"I'm not sure about the gambling thing," Buck said innocently.
"Come on," Babe pleaded.
Buck seemed to consider it, "First one to hit the bulls-eye?" he asked George.
"Yeah," Babe agreed. "One shot,"
"Yeah, why not? Make it two packs, " George also agreed. As Buck lined up I counted down until George asked the question. "Lieutenant, are you going to shoot lefty all night?" George asked with a suppressed grin.
I laughed out loud at the looks on Babe and Joe faces.
"Hey, c'mon," Joe complained, as he realized what was going on.
"I'm just curious cause he's right handed," George said, in his own defense.
Buck switched the dart into his right hand, "George, what would I do without George Luz?"
"Boop!" George cried, when Buck's dart hit the bulls-eye without any effort. "Goodness gracious, two packs gentlemen,"
Shaking my head as I laughed stepping up to the of them,"The two of you are wicked," I commented laughing.
"Good evening, Lieutenant, looking beautiful as always," George greeted with a small salute.
I chuckled lightly, "Evening, George. How are you?"
"I'm doing just fine," He lifted his empty glass. "I think I'll go get another so that I can be doing great,"
With a laugh I stepped out of his way as he headed for the bar.
"When will they ever learn?" I smiled.
"Never, I guess, because the trick always works," Buck replied grinning.
"Well I think Babe and Joe learned their lesson," I joked, before walking off.
I felt someone loop their arm with mine and I looked over to see Lu grinning.
"What are you grinning about?" I asked.
"Nothing, shall we meet the replacements?" Lu asked, still smiling.
"Sure," I answered, still trying to figure out what Lu had done or planned to do.
We walked over and stood in front of the three young men, who all looked startled to see us, "Hey, you wouldn't mind if we pulled up a chair?" Lu asked smiling gracefully, and they vehemently shook their heads 'no', one of them standing up to grab a seat for Lu and I.
Oh, thank you!" I remarked, as we sat down. "So," I said, breaking the ice. "My name is Lieutenant Giordano, the field surgeon, but most people call me Lessa," I said with a smile.
"And I'm Luciana Giordano, the field nurse, but you can call me Lucky or Lu. Also the cousin to Lieutenant Giordano," Lu said introducing herself.
They just stared at Lu and I, but mostly Lu, "Gee, the way they stare at you Lucky, makes you think they ain't never seen a girl before!" Bill laughed.
Miller looked sheepishly into his pint before looking up again, "So why is it, that you two, became a field nurse and field surgeon and chose to come all the way out here and fight with us, rather than become factory workers back at home?" Miller asked curiously.
Lu beat me to the answer and it was witty, "To meet charming men, such as yourself," Lu grinned at him. "Isn't that why you joined?"
Miller, Hashey, and Garcia laughed at Lu's answer while Bill and I grinned. I noticed that Lu and Miller couldn't stop staring at each other and a small smirk graced my lips as I leaned over to Bill.
"It seems Miller and Lu are smitten with each other," I whispered, causing Bill chuckle.
"So, Heffron tell you about Doris yet?" Bill asked, focusing back on Bull's replacements.
Hashey shook his head, "No,"
"Huh?" Bill made sure all of their attention was on him. "Well, now I'm gonna educate you," he said pointing a finger.
"We're getting ready to get on a plane for that first Frog town we never jumped into. All of a sudden Heffron stops dead in his tracks," Behind Bill, Bull smiled at Babe, his cigar out of his mouth. "Bing-and-a-bang-and-a-boom," Bill emphasized with a smack of his hands, "Everybody banging into each other, Babe's just staring at the nose of the plane because on it was painted this beautiful pinup, and written underneath Darling Doris," he said, illustrating the pinup and the scrawl again with his hands.
"Doris, just happens to be the name of the skirt, who just that day had sent Babe one of them letters, yeh know the-the-the," he paused to think, drew a blank, and turned to Webster, whose table happened to be behind him listening and watching the replacements.
"A Dear John letter," Webster supplied, and Bill went back to his story.
"That's it, a Dear Babe letter," Bill laughed. "Only Patton overruns our drop zone. Mission canceled,"
"One of too many to count," I thought.
"In other words, Babe don't have to risk getting inside old Doris again," Bill laughed loudly at his own joke. Miller, Hashey, and Garcia cracked the barest hints of smiles, which seemed good enough for Bill. "Hey Bull," Bill called to Bull as he lit a smoke. "Your squad listens up real good!"
"Yeah, they're being polite, like whenever Bull opens his mouth," Johnny retorted.
"Johnny, what are ya saying? That Bull's boys are just humorin him?" Bill asked seriously.
"Yeah like whenever he offers 'em some folksy wisdom from back on the farm,"
"They probably think he's a fucking hayseed," Bill stated and he'd turned back around in his chair. "They're right!" he said with a laugh. Miller, Hashey, and Garcia finally laughed, but it was the wrong move to make.
"What are you laughin' at?" Johnny asked the replacements, with a stony expression.
"You're new, boys. You listen to Sergeant Randleman. Got that? That's the smartest man in the company," Bill said, pointing over his shoulder and with that Bill got up and left.
"Where'd you get that?" I heard a snide voice ask, and I looked to see Cobb jumping on Miller.
If there was one person in the company that I truly disliked, it was Cobb.
"It's a Presidential Distinguished Unit Citation, for, uh...for what the regiment did in Normandy," Miller answered evenly.
"That's right, for what the regiment did," Cobb said snidely, and the men in the five foot radius around us stop talking and watch Cobb with exasperated expressions. "You weren't there,"
"Hey, ease up Cobb," Hoobler said interjecting touched Cobb's shoulder lightly. "It's a unit citation," I shared a glance with Bull, who is hovering near the scene like I am, and I wonder which one of us is going to jump in first.
Miller looked at Hashey and Garcia with tired eyes, and very slowly takes off the little blue bar and sets it on the table, rising up to go.
"No, no, absolutely not! This is not happening!" Lu said firmly, standing up and grabbing a hold of Miller's arm before he can walk off and shot a glare at Cobb, who just glared back. Picking up the little bar from the table, she gently fasten it back on his jacket. "You're a part of this company, no matter what anyone says," she told him softly, but looking at him seriously.
He gave her a little nod, "Now, Private Miller, would you do me the honor of dancing me?" Lu asked smiling, holding her hand out.
Miller smiled and took Lu's hand, "It would be my pleasure," and they walked off.
"Lu always knows how to cheer people up," I thought.
"Shit Cobb," Bull looked at Cobb. "You didn't fight in Normandy, neither, "
Cobb turned to Garcia,"I got hit in the plane before I even got a chance to jump," he tried to explain.
"Asshole," I muttered, before walking away to where Buck was.
Once Buck spotted me he pulled out one of the chairs at a small table me and I took it sitting down next to him.
"So how have you been, Lessa?" he asked, before he taking a long drink from his glass.
"I've been better, but I've also been worse," I answered as truthfully "How about you?"
"I'm not in a foxhole right now so I'm just grand and I also just won a pack of smokes," he answered with a grin. "I've noticed that you aren't as depressed lately," Buck pointed out.
"Slowly, but surely I am, Edward wouldn't want me to live like this, so I needed to start moving on. Besides there are some things that I've been thinking about that really change the way I look at my love life,"
"Want to talk about it?"
I shook my head as I flashed him an appreciative smile, "I'm still too caught up in my own head with my own thoughts to even try and tell them to someone else,"
"Well, if you ever need someone to chat with you know I'm here for you and so are all of the men of Easy," Buck replied.
"Thanks, but I think right now I'd just like it if you boys were to help me take my mind off of everything that has been going on," I said.
"We can do that," he said.
"Thanks Buck, it was nice talking with you," I smiled, as I got up from my seat.
"No problem Lessa. Anything for you," Buck said.
I walked to the bar to order a drink, and I could feel someone looking at me, I turned my head and saw it was Lewis.
"Well, well, well, look who decided to wear a dress?" Lewis smirked.
"Shut up Lewis," I joked, taking my drink from the bartender.
"What? I didn't mean any harm, you look beautiful Lessa," Lewis complimented, and I felt my cheeks reddened.
"Thank you Lewis," I said, taking a sip of my drink and placing on the counter.
"So, Lessa, what do you say?" Lewis jerked his head to the open space in the room where people were dancing to lively swing music.
I glanced at the dancers, then back at Lewis and raised my eyebrows, surprised; I didn't have Lewis down as the dancing type.
"You and me?" I gestured between the two of us.
"Well, if you can't dance..." He smirked, trailing off.
"No, no, I'd love to Lewis. I just didn't think you were the dancing type," I smiled, as I took his hand and pulled him away.
Once at an open space Lewis gently put one hand on my waist, pulling me to him. I smiled and rested my hand on his shoulder, instantly at ease with the friend I had come to know and love. He took my free hand and gently began leading me in rhythm with the music.
"You're a swell dancer," I commented smiling.
"You know what they say, you're only as good as your partner," Lewis replied.
"Lewis, you're too sweet," I giggled.
I looked over Lewis' shoulder to see Lu still dancing with Miller, and she wiggled her eyebrows once she saw who I was dancing with.
"Shut up," I mouthed to her and she smirked.
"You know I've been waiting for this moment for a long time now," Lewis stated, bring my attention back to him.
"Have you? Why?" I asked curiously, as we swayed to the music.
"It's not everyday you meet the most beautiful woman in the world and have the chance of dancing with her," Lewis said seriously.
"Lewis, you really are a charmer," I replied smiling, brushing off his usual flirtatious comments.
"Alessandra, I mean it," Lewis stated, and I knew he must of meant it because he said my full name.
Lewis and I continued to sway to the music never looking from each others eyes,
Non-Stop Flight came on, George tapped Lewis on the shoulder, "May I cut in?"
I hadn't even seen him come over, George seemed oblivious to the tension that Lewis and I were feeling at the moment.
"Sure, he's all yours," I joked defusing the situation, taking a step back and gestured between the two unamused men.
"Get over here," George grabbed my hand and pulled me to him with a playful smirk.
Surprisingly, George had turned out to be a good dancer and I had no trouble keeping up. "Between Speirs and Lewis, someone's gonna be a lucky man," George declared casually.
My eyes widened, "What?"
"You heard me, someone's gonna be a lucky man," George repeated. "I'm not blind, I see the way they look at you...and the way you look at them,"
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
"Well, let's just say Easy Company lip's are sealed," George smiled, and I let out a laugh as he spun me around.
"I don't know George, I really think I should put war first then my love life," I stated.
"Well, let's say if you were to put your love life first, who would you choose?" George asked.
"Well Lewis is very sweet, and Ron-" I started.
"Ah, good evening Lieutenant Speirs," George greeted.
My body stiffened.
"Sergeant Luz," he responded. "May I cut in?" Ron asked.
George grinned, "That's up to Lessa," George turned me around so I could face Ron.
Ron looked at me, "Lieutenant Giordano,"
After a pause, I answered, "Yes, Lieutenant Speirs, you may,"
George squeezed me hand, smirked at me, and gave my hand to Ron. His hands were warm and masculine and felt weathered with thick skin from laborious work. His hand held my slender one. His hands were strong and safe...and I found myself never wanting to let go of it. Ron's left hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me close as the band began their next song.
"You look so beautiful tonight, Lessa," Ron complimented softly.
I smiled and felt face start to heat up, "And you look very handsome tonight as well," I complimented back, still smiling. We didn't so much dance as we did just melt into one another in a way only kindred spirits could. "I must say this is a surprise," I added, letting out a chuckle and glancing down at my feet.
"I've missed your company," Ron admitted, causing me to gasp and look into his eyes.
We shifted from one foot to the other with the weight of the world on our shoulders, with America relying on our abilities. I had the opportunity to look over Ron's shoulder to see George and Harry giving Lu money, when they saw me staring at them they all smirked.
Lu mouthed, "You're doing great kid!" and then she gave me a thumbs up, as she took George's and Harry's money.
I rolled my eyes and continued dancing, "They made a bet, about getting Ron and I to dance," I thought.
The air seemed to change while we were dancing and the life around us blurred into the background. Ron shifted our embrace so that we were now closer. I felt a surge of excitement and electricity course through my body from the place where we exchanged body heat. The band played the last note of the song and then began to play another song.
"It was nice dancing with you, Lessa," Ron said softly, slowly letting go of my hand.
"It was nice dancing with you too, Ron," I smiled, looking up to his face, which appeared somewhat pained as he released my hand, but not before he ran his thumb along my hand.
I made my way over to Lu and the boys, and hit her on the arm, "Betting on Ron and I to dance. Smooth,"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Les," Lu smirked.
"Hey y'all, listen up!" the joyful voice of Gordon filters through the air. "I gots an announcement to make. This here's Carwood Lipton,"
"He's already married, Smokey!" Skip yelled out, and the men chuckled.
"This here's Carwood Lipton, the new Easy Company First Sergeant!" Lipton just stood there, being shaken back and forth by a cheerful Smokey and smiled his a little. The men and I cheered and whistled.
"And as befitting his position, he says he has to make an announcement," Smokey finished, and Lipton nodded his thanks.
"Well, hate to break the mood here boys and girls, but we're moving out again," he announced, and walked off. The bar rang with reserved silence as we all glanced at each other, dreading the idea of leaving Aldbourne. I sighed, glancing down at my watch.
"Time to turn in," I said, looking up at the boys.
"Do you need someone to walk you home?" George asked.
"No, I'll be fine-" I started.
"Lieutenant Speirs, do you mind walking Lessa home?" Lu asked, as Ron passed by.
I stared at Lu with wide eyes before glancing at Ron.
"No, I don't mind at all," Ron answered, staring at me.
Ron and I walked off and I knew everyone in Easy wore a knowing smirk on their face. We walked in companionable silence to the Jameson's house. The night had been fun, I was glad I'd gone, actually, I would've have regretted it if I didn't. When we reached the door I climbed the steps and turned around.
"Would you like to come in and have tea?" I asked nervously, wringing my hands together.
"I would love to," Ron answered smiling, and I smiled as well.
The music was cranked up, and the gently thrumming bass and the smooth, mellow saxophone notes veering into rapid-fire arpeggios of Bird of Paradise.
"Tonight was fun, I'm glad I changed my mind and went," I stated, stirring my tea before sipping it.
The sensation was relishing the first warm cup of tea I've had in months.
"Why didn't you want to go in the first place?" Ron asked, before bringing his cup of tea up to his mouth and sipping from it.
"Lu was trying to force me to wear a dress and as you can see I eventually caved," I smiled, setting the cup down on the table, only telling half the story.
"What's wrong with wearing a dress, you looked stunning tonight," Ron complimented. "Just like when you wore the other dress," he added softly.
I blushed heavily and stared at my tea cup filled with a corner of amber liquid left, "I've been in my uniform for so long now, it's strange to be in a dress," I explained, tucking strands of hair underneath my ears. "Wearing my uniform is my dress, if that makes sense," I added, flashing a quick smile to Ron.
I stood up and stepped away from the table to place my cup in the sink just as the song on the radio changed to Someone to Watch Over Me. I found myself humming along with the opening chords even going so far to sing the first verse as I washed my cup out.
There's a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we're often told, seek and ye shall find
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret
I placed my cup on the drying rack and wiped my hands dry on the towel next to the sink. Suddenly, I felt my hair drop I looked over at my shoulder and saw my black waves and I ran my fingers through my hair. I turned around only to face Ron, his deep brown eyes were clear and focused. Focused right on me. I was rendered motionless. Ron placed my hairpins on the counter and moved strayed hairs from my face.
"Beautiful..." he whispered.
A full, heated blush rushes through my body, I gulped a little, "Ron," I began softly.
Ron grabbed me by the waist and pressed my body against his as he leaned down and pressed his lips heatedly against mine in a searing kiss.
The first thought that crossed my mind was, "Ronald Speirs was kissing me and I didn't think I've had ever been more shocked in my entire life," I thought.
I was surprised, but my eyes slid closed and I instinctively kissed my back leaning into him. My hands came up to fist in the material of his shirt and I parted my lips beneath his as he drove my back against the counter. Ron's hand came up to tangle in my hair, anchoring me to him as he kissed me back. My lips parted on a small gasp and Ron tilted his head to get a better angle and slanted his mouth over mine as he deepened the kiss; trying to pour all the knotted up tension and longing he felt when it came to me.
I drew away a few seconds later, our breath mingling and our noses just brushing. Ron leaned in to kiss me against, but resisted the urge to follow my movement.
"Ron we shouldn't have-" I began, placing my hands on his chest and feeling the muscle beneath his shirt.
"Yes we should have," Ron said cutting me off, he ran his fingertips lightly on the side of my face, and our lips met again in a soft kiss. We pulled apart and smiled, foreheads resting against each other. "Oh God, you don't know how long I've waited so long to do that," Ron murmured, his thumbs rubbing circles on my waist. "Especially after that night in Carentan," Ron reminded, lower his head into my neck to plant butterfly kisses on it.
I gasped and grinned simultaneously as I slid my hands onto his neck lifting chin to face me again, kissing him back on his lips with fervor until we were both breathless.
"I hope I was worth the wait,"
AN: Yay! They finally kissed! Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.