Warning! This chapter contains nudity!

Aaron is down for the night. Poor little guy so exhausted from the day. I run the back of my hand across his soft cheek. He's beautiful, my little boy.

A hand grasps mine, and I turn to Charlie. Without a word, we move to the airplane seats in our humble shelter. Charlie sits, pulling me into his lap. I slither my arms around his neck as our lips meet. Charlie's hand creeps under my shirt, caressing the skin that hadn't felt such a lovely touch in so long. I break our kiss, and roll my head back savoring the pure joy of the moment. Charlie's lips travel down my jaw to my neck.

I tug his shirt off, and run feather-light touches over his chest. Charlie twitches a little. "Are you ticklish?"

"Are you?" he teases back. He slowly pulls my shirt off, discarding it on the blanket beside his. His fingers unhook my bra clasp, and slide the straps off my shoulder. The bra goes in the same pile as our shirts.

I'm naked from the waist up. Charlie draws back, taking in the sight he hasn't seen before. He's nearly always with me when I feed Aaron milk. We push our backs against each other, Charlie supporting me as I hold Aaron up to feed. It's a ritual we started the first week our son was born.

After all these months, Charlie has never sneaked a peek at me. He's been a real gentleman about our closeness. He told me just a few days ago how sacred my body was to him. I wasn't sure how to take that, but he went on to tell me how he use to think women's bodies were just play things. That's why mine is sacred to him. I'm not just another woman.

Charlie glances up from his gaze of my nakedness. I know what he's thinking. The question is written all over his face, and it's practically radiating from his body. I lean forward, and answer him with a kiss. Charlie waste no time.

When Aaron feeds, I feel the warmth of being close to my son. But with Charlie, a thrill shoots through me straight down to where it counts. Charlie's hand runs the curve of my back as my head lulls around - my hair brushing against his hand. A low moan escapes my lips, but then another louder one as Charlie suckles my breast, his teeth gently nipping at me.

"Charlie," I say, breathless. I squirm in his hold.

"I'll explode out of my pants, love, if you keep moving like that."

It takes all my strength to pull away from him. "I don't think we should go all the way yet."

Charlie looks confused. "Why not? We're married. We have protection."

"I know. I know. It's just-" I trail off, peering around at our surroundings. "We're in a shelter built of nothing but plane metal and tarpaulin. Other people are sleeping just feet away, not including our ten month old son who is right here." I hang my head, ashamed now for leading him on. "I'm sorry. I just can't do it here so close to everything."

There's a pause then Charlie kisses my forehead. "Claire, I understand. It honestly wouldn't bother me to do it here, but I won't push if you don't want to."

"Oh, no. It's not that I don't want to," I blunder out, bumbling my words. "Because I want it so badly. Just not here."

"Then we'll wait," Charlie replies, disappointment in his voice. I feel like crying. "As a consolation prize, can I at least feel your beautiful, naked body against me all night?"

I nod, a small smile breaking on my lips. "If it makes you feel better."

"Oh, yes, it does," Charlie replies, quickly. He shifts me on his lap, his hand cupping my bottom. "I was thinking, we forgot about rings."

I blink. "You're right, we did! But, we really don't have any rings to give each other."

"I know this really isn't a ring-" Charlie held up his necklace. "But, it's something. Unclasp it."

I reach around his neck, unclasp it, and hand it to him. He wraps it around my neck, and clasps it. I look down, smiling proudly at my love's token. I actually have rings on my fingers, but the only ring I think will fit him is my thumb ring. I slip it off my thumb, and onto Charlie's waiting hand. I let out a small squeal. "It actually fits your ring finger."

"Perfect fit," Charlie says, rather cheeky.

Though I feel I could stay awake for days, running up and down the beach declaring how happy I am, it's time for sleep. We move to the blanket waiting for us on the ground. Charlie wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him. I lay my head on his chest, and what a comfy chest it is - though I know to expect a neck ache in the morning if we stay like this all night. We spread our shirts over us, just incase someone peeks in. I don't want to be flashing anyone save for my husband.

"Goodnight, my lady."

I smile against Charlie's chest. "Goodnight, my beloved."

It's cheesy, I know, but I finally have something solid, something I can call my own. I had to give up everything to get what I have now, and I'd never trade it for any bed or house or food or anything we once knew in the civilized world.

Charlie plants a kiss on my forehead. We really are a perfect fit.