While she was taking a shower, he asked his dad, "How'd you get her to eat
like that? We've all been trying ever since she joined the unit, and we
haven't had any success."
"It's all in the threat, Edwin. I told her that if she didn't eat, that I'd tell you what she had said about something else that she had said that concerned you."
"Hmmm, I never would have thought about that one." He scratches his chin, pondering his next move. "I'm going to take her for a walk down to the park. We probably won't be back until dinner. Don't worry about us. We'll get something for lunch."
"Okay. All I'll say is be careful."
"We will." He heads upstairs to talk to Kit and let her know what he had planned, letting her know what the weather was like so she could figure out what to wear.
Kit comes out of the shower, wraps herself in a towel and walks down the hall to the bedroom to find Edwin sitting on the bed, waiting for her. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a dark midnight blue sweater over a light blue polo shirt, the combination bringing out the color of his eyes. The only thing that threw the outfit off was the combat boots that he was wearing.
"It's pretty warm out there today, Kit. Just a pair of jeans and a sweater should be enough to keep you warm," he tells her as she takes some clothing out of her duffle and tosses it on the bed. She then turns and looks at him.
"What?" he asks.
"I ain't dropping this towel until I'm alone in this room. Scram!"
"I've seen your naked body before, De Havilland, and I've had my hands on it. Not to mention other parts of me in, on, and around it. I'm not leaving this room unless you're with me."
"I think not," she replied. The pair glared at each other, neither one backing down until Lifeline looked away.
He thinks hard for a moment. "I've got a compromise, Lieutenant. I promise that I'll turn my back and I won't peek, but I'm not leaving this room unless you're with me. That's an order, by the way. I'm pulling rank on you."
She considers his offer. "Alright. You promise that you won't even try to peek?"
"I promise."
"Okay. I guess I can live with that."
He turns his back and she walks over to the darkest corner of the room, away from him. He hears the sound of the towel hitting the floor and then has to bite his lip to keep from moaning in desire at the sounds of Kit pulling on her clothes. He closes his eyes, clenches his hands into fists and prays for restraint and strength to keep from ripping what she had on already off of her and deliberately attacking her as he hears the sound of her snapping her bra on and a couple of minutes later she taps him on the shoulder.
"I need a little help. Can you please help me pop my back?"
He turns, and almost trips over her; she's so close to him. She's wearing a pair of tailored jeans and an oatmeal colored turtleneck shirt underneath a dark green sweater combination that looked stunning on her, bringing out the red highlights in her dark auburn hair and deepening the silver-green of her eyes.
"Turn around," he tells her, his voice husky with desire. She turns and crosses her arms over her chest. He moves behind her and wraps his arms around her arms. He then leans back, picking her up off of the floor and both of them hear a series of pops and snaps. He puts her down and she turns to him again.
"Now I need you to spot me for a moment." He nods and she moves over to a spot by the wall. She then goes into a backbend, walking herself down the wall. She hears a loud crack and attempts to stand back up, but she can't move.
"Okay, this is why I needed the spot. I need help getting back up."
He steps over in front of her and reaches down, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her up. When he has her on her feet, her body is so close to his that they're almost touching, and his hands are around her waist. He tenderly reaches up and brushes some of her hair out of her face. Desire and lust are written all over his face.
"Thank you. Now do you see why I say I'm like a bowl of cereal in the mornings?" she jokes, trying to break the serious mood before anything got started between them.
"What cereal?"
"Rice Krispies. You know, snap, crackle, pop."
"Oh," he says, laughing, "I understand."
Both of them sit on the edge of the bed and she pulls on her boots- a handmade, custom, low cut version of his combat boots. She zips, laces, and ties them up and stands, shifting to the most comfortable position in them. She then grabs her hairbrush and brushes her hair, pulling it back from her face and braiding it quickly.
"It's all in the threat, Edwin. I told her that if she didn't eat, that I'd tell you what she had said about something else that she had said that concerned you."
"Hmmm, I never would have thought about that one." He scratches his chin, pondering his next move. "I'm going to take her for a walk down to the park. We probably won't be back until dinner. Don't worry about us. We'll get something for lunch."
"Okay. All I'll say is be careful."
"We will." He heads upstairs to talk to Kit and let her know what he had planned, letting her know what the weather was like so she could figure out what to wear.
Kit comes out of the shower, wraps herself in a towel and walks down the hall to the bedroom to find Edwin sitting on the bed, waiting for her. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a dark midnight blue sweater over a light blue polo shirt, the combination bringing out the color of his eyes. The only thing that threw the outfit off was the combat boots that he was wearing.
"It's pretty warm out there today, Kit. Just a pair of jeans and a sweater should be enough to keep you warm," he tells her as she takes some clothing out of her duffle and tosses it on the bed. She then turns and looks at him.
"What?" he asks.
"I ain't dropping this towel until I'm alone in this room. Scram!"
"I've seen your naked body before, De Havilland, and I've had my hands on it. Not to mention other parts of me in, on, and around it. I'm not leaving this room unless you're with me."
"I think not," she replied. The pair glared at each other, neither one backing down until Lifeline looked away.
He thinks hard for a moment. "I've got a compromise, Lieutenant. I promise that I'll turn my back and I won't peek, but I'm not leaving this room unless you're with me. That's an order, by the way. I'm pulling rank on you."
She considers his offer. "Alright. You promise that you won't even try to peek?"
"I promise."
"Okay. I guess I can live with that."
He turns his back and she walks over to the darkest corner of the room, away from him. He hears the sound of the towel hitting the floor and then has to bite his lip to keep from moaning in desire at the sounds of Kit pulling on her clothes. He closes his eyes, clenches his hands into fists and prays for restraint and strength to keep from ripping what she had on already off of her and deliberately attacking her as he hears the sound of her snapping her bra on and a couple of minutes later she taps him on the shoulder.
"I need a little help. Can you please help me pop my back?"
He turns, and almost trips over her; she's so close to him. She's wearing a pair of tailored jeans and an oatmeal colored turtleneck shirt underneath a dark green sweater combination that looked stunning on her, bringing out the red highlights in her dark auburn hair and deepening the silver-green of her eyes.
"Turn around," he tells her, his voice husky with desire. She turns and crosses her arms over her chest. He moves behind her and wraps his arms around her arms. He then leans back, picking her up off of the floor and both of them hear a series of pops and snaps. He puts her down and she turns to him again.
"Now I need you to spot me for a moment." He nods and she moves over to a spot by the wall. She then goes into a backbend, walking herself down the wall. She hears a loud crack and attempts to stand back up, but she can't move.
"Okay, this is why I needed the spot. I need help getting back up."
He steps over in front of her and reaches down, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her up. When he has her on her feet, her body is so close to his that they're almost touching, and his hands are around her waist. He tenderly reaches up and brushes some of her hair out of her face. Desire and lust are written all over his face.
"Thank you. Now do you see why I say I'm like a bowl of cereal in the mornings?" she jokes, trying to break the serious mood before anything got started between them.
"What cereal?"
"Rice Krispies. You know, snap, crackle, pop."
"Oh," he says, laughing, "I understand."
Both of them sit on the edge of the bed and she pulls on her boots- a handmade, custom, low cut version of his combat boots. She zips, laces, and ties them up and stands, shifting to the most comfortable position in them. She then grabs her hairbrush and brushes her hair, pulling it back from her face and braiding it quickly.