Disclaimer: I'm only borrowing. I don't own these characters; it would be bad for my mental health if I did.
Hi. This is a teaser for a new multi-chaptered story I'm writing. I will keep going as long as there is interest so please read and review as we go; It really helps me. It doesn't follow on from my previous story 'This Changes Everything' but please give that a read anyway.
Sand and Sacrifice
I have this dream sometimes. I open my eyes and the sun blazes a trail across my face like it did that red letter day in Afghanistan. Only the sand underneath me is different and I do not mind that the warm sea laps at my legs getting my trousers wet. In fact I do not seem to mind anything at all. He is there of course and for a moment obscures the sun above, allowing me to see his face in detail. I become aware of his hands across my heart and then he lifts my shoulders pulling me into his shirt and burying his face in my neck. I do not seem surprised at this uncharacteristic behavior and I always wake when he begins to plead something from me. I cannot imagine what it is as I seem happy to be lying in his tight grasp, his eyes so bright and very much alive. Does he not realise that there is nothing he need ask of me? I'd die for this man. I've killed for him after all.