AN: *SUCK IN BREATH* Brace for it
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Drip. Drip. Drip…
Tossing and turning from the noise, Vasquez's almond eyes opened just a bit to see the green and red emergency lights glowing all around the room. The soft wheezing of sleeping humans gently provided some white noise; but that damn thumping….
Thump. Thump. Drip Drip…..
Finally, she bolted upright, irritated at the sound. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light and her ears sharpened the silence around her, Vasquez could tell the noise was coming from next to her. Drake was wide awake, lying on his back as he tossed his Corpsman achievement coin up in the air. The coin smacked onto the bottom of the long, meeting table he was tucked under, and back into his hand.
The putrid water from the ceiling kept dripping onto that same, fucking table.
"Stop." She hissed Drake, half asleep and just as pissed.
The coin stopped being tossed. Drake perched up on his elbow, as the red light nearest them cast a blood shadow upon his straight-like features. "I was wondering when you'd wake up." He said.
"Dick. Some of us have work to do in a few hours. I'm going back to sleep." She huffed. "So, Adios."
Vas almost plopped her jet-black head on the moldy pillow when Drake clasped his strong hand around her forearm.
Her heart thumped its own, obnoxious rapping now. Vas exhaled. "Drake…"
"Just… hold on a minute." He said as he scooted closer to her; his chest pressing against her back. She could feel his hot, inviting breath brush the hairs on her neck. "I just think…I need to be here with…you."
Vasquez's face lit on fire. She loathed that feeling. Why couldn't he just let it go…?
After what seemed a lifetime, she finally unfroze. Curiosity won out.
Turning to Drake, she whispered. "What?"
Without another wasted second on words, Drake pressed in even closer and grabbed the edge of her sleeping sack as he tucked himself in beside her. His hands slid up her small thigh, ringing a burning into her stomach she had never experienced before.
This was just fooling around, right? She kept chanting over and over in her head.
His lips brushed her right ear, and she sucked in her breath to keep from revealing a soft chuckle. It fired up her entire body, and goose bumps appeared on her arm. Nothing has felt so right. She turned around to look into Drake's half shadowed face. Her eyes went to the small blue orbs of the soldier. Her small hand went up to his cheek and burned a trail of fire where it touched skin.
You'll never get the chance again…
Drake knew Vasquez was giving into him. She already knew he had given into her years ago. Breaking the wall she held up for so long, she eventually leaned in, grazing her lips with hers until they finally found purchase on one another. She wrapped her other arm around his waist and pulled him on top of her.
For a moment, they drank in each other with their lips. Hands admired muscles and old scars as olive drab shirts and pants were discarded quietly to the side. Vasquez knew how every one of those marks on his skin had come to be-every bone that had been broken-because she had been there, right by his side.
Obsession was finally replaced with desire. She grabbed his dog tags that had dangled from his pulsing neck, and lured him in close to her body. The soft stench of JP fuel and ammo grease was mixed with the pure intent to own the other's body with gentle respect; but rage. Rage at their passion being left along in a dark corner for years, left to fester. Rage at the hardships they endure together-yet separated by their stubbornness and unable to express.
The result was a pure, harsh need to keep the other irrevocably close.
Drake pushed gently into her, carefully to not get carried away so quickly. Vas clasped onto his body as she took his ear into her mouth. She groaned. Her breath tickled him back and he grinned. Grunting, Drake pushed into her a little harder as if to warn her that his self-control was slipping. His hand roamed to her hips, chest, and temples. Any touch to reaffirm that this was really happening.
She only devilishly smiled as he put his hand over her mouth, getting ready for the ferocity. He grabbed her head softly and pulled her into the crook of his neck, as their rhythm got more intense. She could feel nothing but him, and that is all she cared about. Vas understood their need to be silent, but something told her that after tonight, it wouldn't matter who knew about them. A soft sigh escaped her.
"Damn," Drake half grunted softly to her as he looked into Vasquez's glistening eyes, "you're beautiful."
"Bullshit." She whispered back. No one has ever said that to her, and Drake knew it. He couldn't wait to be the one for her. He would be the one to call her that-beautiful…
A small, cozy room was peppered with awards on the each wall: every one of those awards for a military service, or of valor. The evening sun was setting through the small, curtained window as it lit up the room like warm caramel.
Playing quietly on the floor was a small boy. His dark hair glistening in the sun's rays littered on the floor. Jenette sat cross legged on the floor next to the mischievous boy. She wore a plain white blouse and sported a long black pony tail that she twirled in her fingers.
"Who gave you this, Carlos?" She giggled at the boy as she pointed to a small green army tank that Carlos adamantly clung too.
"Daddy did!" Carlos said excitedly. "But he say not to pay wit it when you're around..." the boy frowned, "oh."
"Oh, so he keeps buying you toys uh?" She laughed again. More laughter ensued as her eyes went to a figure that now stood in the entrance to the room.
"Hey Mark, we were just talking about you." She answered sarcastically.
A slightly older Mark stood in the door way. Trading his marine uniform in for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Mark was smirking at his son as he rubbed the back of his neck absent mindedly. "You ratted your old man out, kid."
Carlos tipped his small head in shame. "Sowwy."
Drake chuckled and swooped down to grab Carlos up as the boy screamed with laughter. He brushed the small strands away from Carlos' s face. "Hey, it's okay buddy. You know I still love you."
"Even mommy?" Carlos egged on.
Mark nodded as he caught a glimpse of his best friend staring up at him from her position on the floor. "Yeah, I love her too." A loving smile graced his features. "In fact, I should tell you a funny story about her sometime…"
A worried, disapproving shake of the woman's head and Mark backpedaled. "Urr, of course, when your much older. Much, much older."
Drip. Drip. Drip…
Vasquez popped her head off her dingy pillow as she tore herself from the dream. She wiped the tiny, wet path of a tear from her cheek. The dream …was so real. She could still feel the sheer emotion of it as she looked around the Control room where the Colonel marines had set up their base camp. Everyone was fast as sleep besides Bishop. She could hear him paces the hall outside.
She looked over to where she thought Drake would be sleeping, but he was gone. She could see his sleeping sack was rolled up, and his gear and clothes were missing.
He was on guard duty, she sighed with relief. Why was she such a spaz now? Damn, love sucks.
She lay her head back down and tried to go back to sleep. They only had another hour before roll-out time yet she couldn't shake the dream. Her mind raced. Could something so…wonderful like that happen? Would she ever deserve to have a house to call her home, be normal, and have a family of her own with the man she cared about most in her universe?
The question was: when?
END
AN: Aaaaaand that was my attempt at finishing the fic. MAJOR BLAH. Not sure I liked it, but oh well. I feel better it's complete. I suck balls at sex scenes because I either make it too out of character and porn like, or I just skip it completely. And I didn't want to do either on this one so I'm a fan of leaving a little bit up to the reader's imagination. I decided to use their first names for the dream because it would be pretty weird calling them by their last names if they're supposed to be out of the military in this 'what-if' scenario. Also, I find it hard writing a romance thing between characters that a generally not considered in any type of romance…so I feel like it's out of character. IDK, opinions are appreciated. ;9