Elvis' eyes opened slowly as the early morning sun came seeping into the room. This room wasn't like the one he had woken in yesterday. It didn't have the floating dust or the heat, the uncomfortable cot or the wildlife, but best of all there was a warm weight on his chest. He smiled to himself and looked down to find Georgie resting comfortably.
His hand was throbbing pulling him further from sleep. He tried to flex his hand but it was stiff and caused him a fair amount of pain. He managed to keep from swearing loudly by cracking his jaw together. He didn't want to disturb Georgie. She needed to sleep, she'd been driving herself to the edge working at the camp and he doubted that she had slept properly ever since she'd been a hostage, despite saying she was fine. He knew better and he had a feeling that Spanner knew too. Spanner had always been the smart one.
Elvis looked down at Georgie again. She looked so relaxed and at peace, her face half hidden from him. Her long hair cascaded over his side and he could feel it tickling his ribs as he slowly breathed in and out.
God he had wanted to be back in these moments with Georgie for so long. He was almost convinced that what he was experiencing was, in fact, a self-induced hallucination. But the pain in his hand and Georgie's solid presence on his chest told it was real.
Elvis relaxed a little more to allow Georgie a more comfortable pillow. He gazed at her, gently brushing her hair away from her face. Elvis had always thought Georgie was beautiful, her gorgeous brown eyes and flowing hair, her petite frame that actually had more power per inch than anyone he knew, although Molly did a pretty good job in that department as well, but in the here and now, without a lick of makeup or stitch of clothing she was breath taking.
He knew he wouldn't go back to sleep. He was content to lay there with Georgie, skin to skin, with no intrusions from the outside world, no dramas and now, no one else between them. He could feel the warmth and softness of her against him. His fingertips traced lazy circles over the dips of her back. He were barely touching her but the sensation of her sent sparks flying under his skin.
Elvis took a controlled breath, taking in her scent which clung to him like a tropical vine. It was a heady combination of her shampoo, her favourite perfume which he had bought and their night of love making. He loved this woman passionately. He'd only ever truly loved Georgie, everyone else had been about sex, even Debs.
Georgie wiggled in her sleep, drawing Elvis back to her and away from his thoughts. She sighed a little and Elvis could see a little half smile on her face.
Georgie was, in fact, awake. After months of sleeping in an uncomfortable cot, alone, to be sharing something that was soft and clean with someone, let alone Elvis, was not something she had anticipated. She didn't want to open her just yet. She wanted these moments to last. She could feel Elvis' fingertips trailing over her skin producing ribbons of heat that crossed and meandered over her.
She could feel his body beneath her, that combination of hard valleys and planes of muscle and flesh. Flesh that had protected and delighted her. She remembered from the pleasure of the night before, how her hands had warmed him as she had explored every inch of him.
The smell of him lingered on her, that combination of sand, his aftershave and the spice of their lovemaking. Georgie imagined she could lay here all day, just breathing it in, letting it seep into her pores so that no matter where she went or how long they were apart she would still be able to smell him, feel him with her.
Elvis' hand travelled from the skin of her bare back to the peach like flesh of her behind. His hand smoothed over her until he could cup her buttocks.
Neither of them would ever tire of the feeling of their naked skin touching each other. And after the last few months the fact they were back together at all, let alone like this was amazing.
Georgie finally opened her eyes. As much as she loved the feel of Elvis against her, she did want to stare at him for a while before the world intruded. They had things they had to work out, say to each other but who knew when they would be together like this again.
As Georgie looked up to meet Elvis' gaze "Good morning beautiful!" he said in a soft voice, his bad hand pushing her hair back. Georgie slid herself up over his chest to press her lips to his, her hands capturing his face, his stubble rough against the palms of her hands. "Morning, how's your hand?"
Elvis' arms came around her, holding her in place. "It's ok Georg, nothing for you to worry about. I've had worse you know."
Georgie grimaced as she remembered when he'd been shot and that was her fault too. She chewed her lip as she thought about that day and how she had felt in that instance.
"Hey...hey! Don't go there." Elvis whispered looking into her eyes.
"How do you know where I was going?"
"I know you Georgie, I know you were thinking that me getting shot was your fault. It wasn't, as Charlie boy says, it's all down to luck."
Georgie gave a sigh "Yeah, well I see it differently..." Elvis silenced her the only way he knew how, he kissed her, deeply, passionately.
Minutes later Georgie pushed back from him. "Elvis I have something to tell you.." Elvis rolled his eyes once more. He didn't really know where this was going to go so he tried to prepare an avalanche of arguments, for no matter what Georgie was about to announce to him. "What now?" he prodded.
"I think it's time for me to go back."
"Go back Georg...we only just got here and Nafula's not expecting you back for a couple of days."
"No Elvis...back! Back home, back to the army and my job."
Elvis lifted his head and rubbed his good hand over his jaw, he hadn't expected that. "You want to go back to work? Straight away?"
Georgie smiled up at him "Not straight away. I have to go back to the camp and let Nafula know, maybe she can find someone to replace me?"
Elvis snorted "She'll never find someone to replace you Georg. You work too hard and too long to be replaced."
Georgie narrowed her eyes as looked at him "There are plenty of people who work as hard as I do, look at Sarah. She works really hard. She often sleeps in the ward to look after the patients, over and above her shifts."
"No one would be able to replace you." Elvis was speaking for himself. No one would ever replace her in his heart.
Georgie smiled at Elvis "Everyone can be replaced Elvis."
He squeezed her tightly "Not you, beautiful, never you."
Georgie sighed "Elvis, do we need to go anywhere yet?"
"Nope."
"Good," she snuggled closer to him "I want to stay here with you for a while longer." Elvis smiled, there had been a time not that long ago when Georgie could barely speak civilly to him so this was a major improvement. They lay together quietly, the minutes stretching out before them, enjoying the time without any interuptions.
