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The sheets are soaked from our lovemaking. Our bodies are slippery. Sweaty. Wet.
You kiss me deeply, slowly, endlessly.
Your dog tags drag slowly down my chest, down the valley between my aching breasts, as you lean back and watch as you take me, deep and slow. Hard.
Muscles flexing. Slick. Your skin is shining in the light coming in from the window.
Your hands roam and I shudder under your touch. The backs of my thighs. Over my hips. Across my stomach. Kneading my breasts. Teasing my nipples.
I'm loud, and you love it; knowing that it's never been like this with anyone else. Ever.
I think I might lose my mind.
And then I do.
Toe curling euphoria.
You follow seconds later and collapse on top of me. Your weight is delicious.
Rolling us to our sides you curl your arms around me, pressing your face into the crook of my neck. Our bodies so close they're almost fused together.
I pull back to look you in the eye, if I speak now I know I will cry, but I want to memorise their colour, their character, their depth.
We stare at each other in silence for minutes. Hours. The words we both want to say, not quite ready to be spoken.
Your voice is strong when you finally speak, as you reach up and caress my cheek, "I promise you, Bella, when this war is over I'm coming home to you."