[He can think back and feel the warmth of hot sand against his back, of the sun beating down on them, on the way she looked, half dry and half naked, and he knows that he doesn't want anyone else in his thoughts at the end of the day. He wants her, and only her, for as long as he can have her.
If she asked, he might even try to leave the service again. But he hopes she won't ask.
Stealing another kiss, his smile turns into a near grin as the rest spills out.]
I love you, too.
[An abrupt clink drags his attention away from her; probably a testimony to his constant state that his hand already moves for his gun. But there's no one to shoot at; he doesn't even notice the plate of cookies on the table at first.]
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If she asked, he might even try to leave the service again. But he hopes she won't ask.
Stealing another kiss, his smile turns into a near grin as the rest spills out.]
I love you, too.
[An abrupt clink drags his attention away from her; probably a testimony to his constant state that his hand already moves for his gun. But there's no one to shoot at; he doesn't even notice the plate of cookies on the table at first.]