The first thing she did when she got there was take her dress off, she didn't even consider he was in the room. Besides, he had seen her naked and explored her body so many times that privacy really wasn't an issue anymore. Not to mention that she had seen his body and knew every bit of it like it was her god damn Bible. Curiously however, she never got tired of seeing his body over and over again, in fact, the more she knew him, the more she enjoyed him. Bobbi didn't hesitate to get one of his t-shirts out of his closet and put it on. She had also stashed some yoga pants in his room, just in case she decided to spend two days in the room and needed some pants - or in case it was cold. But tonight she didn't need pants, she was going to lay under the covers, let him hold her and read her book while he watched whatever British shit he had in mind.

All Bobbi hoped was that he went to bed with a shirt and pants too. But this was Hunter, he was always radiating heat - she loved it but she wondered how he could survive being so warm all the time. She would get frustrated, but then again, she loved his heat so much that she actually wondered if it felt good to be that way. She slid under the sheets and began reading, oblivious to whatever her boyfriend was doing. He eventually slid under the covers too, but guess what? No pants, no shirt. Just fucking boxers. He put an arm around her and turned on TV. She let his warmth rush in her veins and snuggled up close to him. She could stay there forever, listening to his heartbeat, to his muffled voice as he cursed at the stupid soccer - football game, feeling his soft and random kisses to her crown. She could just freeze her life right here, and she'd be happy. But it was Hunter, he couldn't keep the tender moment forever, no. He had to tickle her.

"Hunter!" she laughed trying to put her serious face back on.

"What is it love?" he said acting as if he wasn't the one causing her to laugh. She grabbed his hands and looked up, scowling at him.

"Hunter. Stop it." she said threatening him with narrowing eyes. He gave her a cheeky smile and threw his hands up in surrender, she shifted again in his arms. "Damn it. I lost my page!" she complained.

"Page 83." he told her while flipping through the book, "You've been obsessed with these series ever since we met."

"If you hadn't just tickled me to death, that'd be cute." she said holding her book.

"I missed your laugh." he shrugged. She scoffed at that, oh please he just liked annoying her. "It's true! I love your smile, and your laugh. Not because they make you look gorgeous - which they do - but because they have that hint of evil in them, and an essence of confidence... they're unique. One of the many reasons I like you really." She could have rolled her eyes and complained about how much he talked - hiding the fact that she loved his voice and accent. Instead she let herself blush and smile at him while he kept on describing her. "Imagine you were a guy, alright. A guy who was decent looking, average height, and had a relatively stable life. Then one day you stumble on a girl who resembles a goddess. She's tall, has long legs, her body is just... curved in perfection. She has this dazzling smile. High cheekbones, light blue eyes that are just amongst the most beautiful ones you've ever seen. Her blonde curls falling aside, as she confidently stands there and bats her long eyelashes. Every single man would fall for her, and then she turns out to be this amazing girl with a strong personality, open mind, this contagious laugh." Bobbi could swear she had almost bit off her own lip from trying to contain that smile that would grow under her blushed cheeks. "You'd think she's a keeper. You'd want her to laugh with you, or in your case at you, all the time."

"Where's all this coming from?" she finally asked in a voice she didn't recognise.

"Come to Dubai with me, Bob." he pleaded. That took her by surprise. Well, she did plan on going to Dubai to find the last hard drive, but she wasn't expecting him to invite her. She guessed that the best way would be to casually find each other and end up in bed. Instead, there she was in his room, with his t-shirt, on his bed, his arms wrapped around her, and her head resting on his chest. She was his girlfriend, and not because of the mission, but because she wanted to be. And the fact that she was using him killed her inside, she wanted to tell him, make things right, have an actual chance at their relationship. But she couldn't. Bobbi caressed his cheek with her palm and turned to face him as she sat over his upper thighs.

"If I say yes, what does that mean?" she asked.

"It means that I love you, and that you love me back." he said. Damn it, those three little words.

"Well, yes." she answered. Hunter gave her one of those grins of his and she leaned forward, her fingertips tracing his muscles. "But I have another way of saying that I love you." she added leaning in to kiss him. She took over his mouth, eliciting a hungry groan from him.

"One can express himself in many different ways." he said in between the pecks that she was giving him. He did just say he loved her, and he was just so cute, she couldn't help herself. She wanted to kiss every piece of skin she could reach... well that at first, but the more pecks she gave him, the more her body demanded.

Bobbi threw her book somewhere, it wasn't relevant at this point. She cupped his face and kissed him as she began straddling his hips. His hands sneaked under the t-shirt, making her blood rush as she felt his warm touch spread through her skin. She tightened her grip on his face, pulling him even closer. Her tongue waned to explore every corner of his mouth, every little detail she had missed before. Hunter's hand pulled her back by the hair roughly, and god did that turn her on. His soft lips nipped at her neck and he sucked on it deliciously while she kept a steady hump on his rising underpants. The feeling of his tender lips and the graze of his beard just delighted her.

She slid her hands down, clawing at his back as his kisses went lower and lower. He finally pulled her shirt off, smirking at the sight of her boobs. She knew he loved them, hell he wasn't afraid to admit it. He sucked on her nipples, making her hump him faster. He trailed back to her lips and gave her a chaste kiss. His hand stroked her hair and the other was cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek as his eyes fixated on hers. The fire behind those brown eyes expressed desire, desire and admiration.

"I love-" she cut him off with a kiss.

"I love you too." she advanced.

Hunter could have died at this moment. He would have died a happy man, knowing that the girl he had fallen in love with two months ago loved him back. He wasn't one to trust people, he believed that trust was the easiest thing to break, and the most painful one to bare. His past had taught him that people shouldn't be trusted, his past had also taught him that getting attached was a bad idea. He was a loyal man, always would do his duty, defend his men, dedicate himself to the SAS, but he knew that no matter how much he worked, if he was ever to be held captive, no one would go rescue him. He knew better than to love, Jessica had taught him that. But Bobbi, Bobbi just made that feeling grow in him, spread through every inch of his body. When she kissed him, when she made fun of him, when she hugged him, when she looked at him. She was what he had been missing all this time and he was not going to let her go. Lance was determined to get to know her even more, know her better than he knew himself.

Bobbi pulled down his boxers. Had this been one of their intense sex sessions, his hands would be on her ass, his lips going back and forth between her lips and her boobs, she would be tight against him, her hands frantic and aggressively clawing at him as she marked his body with her mouth. But this time it was for more than pleasure, it was more steady, more intense. It wasn't just fucking, it was, for the first time in their relationship, making love. The heavy breathing and slow kisses let her body surrender to him. All she did was slide up and down from his cock, her hands stroking his hair and gently running through his back. He ran his hand through her hair with every thrust, leaving her golden curls a mess, holding her body tight against his. The feeling of his warm breath against her shoulder was inexplicably good.

Neither of them knew how much time they spent expressing their love, they didn't care. They had lost themselves with each other. If either of them believed in fate, they would agree that they were meant to be. She collapsed on his shoulder and left her arms around him lazily while he leaned back on the headboard. He didn't let go of her at any second. He wrapped his hands around her and leaned his head sideways against her hair. They stayed silent for a long time, their breathing being the only sound heard in the room. After a good ten minutes, Bobbi pulled back and, still on him with his arms around her, she broke the silence.

"You don't have to hold me all night." she smiled.

"I can't help myself." he answered smiling back.

WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO BE SO CUTE. She kissed his lips and jumped out of bed, headed for the bathroom to clean the mess between her thighs. She looked in the mirror, her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen, her body was sweaty and her blue eyes were vivid above her blushed cheeks. She looked hot obviously, as so did he. But she also looked happy, relaxed, in love. Damn it Bobbi, you're on mission you can't be compromised. You can't let your feelings surface or- He appeared behind her, hugging her from behind tenderly. She bit her lips, her legs going weak. She knew that if she fell, he'd catch her.

"I missed you." he whispered with his thick accent growing in his deep tone. Fuck. She loved him, and she liked being with him.

"I can't help myself." she thought to herself as she turned to hug him. "I really can't."