A/N: I'm so embarrassed (kinda) about this story. I know my characters are OOC. Originally that was how they were supposed to be, but then after getting half way into writing it, it seemed weird. So, sorry. I will try and finish this story, so thank you for reviewing and following along. And for being gentle with me in the reviews. This is one of my first stories on so when I first published this I was still relatively new and getting settled in to .
Cpl. Wilhelm Wicki's Notes Part Two
I watched as Omar disappeared somewhere over a hill and briskly ran up it. But once I got up the hill he was nowhere to be seen. "Damn it, Omar! Where are you hiding? I saw you come up here, but where are you?" I hissed out in a whisper.
"Wilhelm?" I heard him ask from somewhere off to my side. I turned my head quickly to where I heard his voice coming from. "Is that you?"
Duh! Who else would be following you in the dark!? I thought sarcastically.
"Yes. Why? Don't tell me you were expecting someone else," I whispered, walking cautiously in his direction. Then thinking that I wouldn't like it very much if he was waiting up here for someone else. "Where are you?"
"Here," he answered as he stood up from a dying bush in front off me. And I was quite impressed that he could conceal himself so completely.
"Well," I started with an amused smirk playing at my lips, "no one can say that you don't know how to disappear when you want to."
"I'm actually surprised that you were so tactless when trying to find me," he stated, walking out of the bush and brushing off some dead leaves from his shoulder. "I mean, seriously. What if I had been an enemy sniper? You'd be dead right now."
I smirked even more and told him why I highly doubted that because I had been watching him for quite awhile now.
"Dang Man, how long have you been watching me?" He asked
"I suspect as long as you've been watching me," I replied, sliding up close to him. "Don't think that I didn't notice all those open mouth stares you were giving me when we were back at the warehouse." I leaned down close to his ear, breathing a breath of warm air over it causing him to flinch and shiver. "And it made me really hot."
I drew him in for a kiss, slowly. Everything about Omar told me that I should move slowly and gently with him. Although, he could be as vicious and as brutal as a wild animal at times, at others he seemed very cautious and tense. I wondered what made him like that. Sure, war did that to a man, but he was even wary around his comrades. That kind of mistrust comes from years of experience, which made me think something in his family life had caused it.
To him I wanted to communicate trust, but I was never a man for words or emotions, so the best I could give him were physical gestures. But as I deepened the kiss, he pulled away.
Too fast? Too much? Too soon?
He said what we were doing was unprofessional. That we were acting like two hormone driven teenage boys. Which for all accounts was what I was currently feeling like. But I understood what he was really saying. This was his way of severing things before he got hurt. I figured he had been doing that most of his adult life.
So I let him go. For now.
A/N: I know, super short chapter. Forgive me. This is not one of my best stories, but I will try and finish it. So long as there is still one person out there who wants to read it, then I will continue writing it. However, it may be slowly.
Thank you for reading!
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