The Morning After…
The sun light filtered in through the round porthole window. The room underneath, was a neat room, the kind where everything had its proper place. But overlaid on the underlying tidiness were two sets of navy blue dress uniforms, their pieces scattered about the room; evidence to the fact that they were very hastily removed. Mostly prominently was the officers hat hanging from the bed post, hanging there like the conquering flag of an army.
Lt. Alfred F. Jones, stretched with a yawned, unable to quell the wide sated grin on his face. He sat propped up against the headboard, bear-chested and the blankets pooled around his waist. He had an arm around Lt. Arthur Kirkland, who was just as equally naked resting against his chest enjoying a post-coitus cigarette. His own hat set roguishly on his own head of wild blond hair, while a hand traced patterns onto Alfred's sink.
"So much better than some dumb ball!" Alfred said in a voice that conveyed all physical satisfaction.
Arthur chuckled, took the cigarette from his lips to blow out a line of blue-gray smoke.
"Glad you enjoyed it love." Arthur, said in that husky accent, that never failed to send a shiver down Alfred's spine.
"I always do, sweetheart." Alfred replied dropping a kiss to Arthur's temple.
"Do you think the Captain will mad that we skipped out on that party?" Alfred asked against his lover's temple.
He could almost hear those gem-green eyes roll, "Alfred, you know as well as I do that the Captain is probably so hung-over that he barely remembers what party he went to, let alone who was there."
Alfred gave a manly giggle, looked down at the man in his arms "I know just checking."
Arthur smiled, "Now love, do think you're up for another round before we have to report for the morning officers' meeting ,or did I wear you out last night?"
The pilot grinned the, and Arthur found himself pressed into his mattress with Alfred hovering over him before he could say bob's-your-uncle.
"I you know me babe, I'm always ready for you."
Arthur pressed out his cigarette on the bedside table, a confident smirk on his lips which Alfred always found sexy.
"Good to know love." He replied cupping Alfred's face.
Alfred's leaned into his lover's touch, his gaze softening bit, "You know I love you right?"
Arthur met that blue gaze, with his own , "I know, I love you to."
AN:I regret nothing ;D, Reviews are love guys! please and thank you!