His body

Chapter 1

Kaldur pov

As we lie on bed, the sun rising slowly over the ocean. Roy's body is curled around me. He scared yet gentle arms circle my waist protectively, his big soft yet callous hand holding mine, and his smooth legs tangled with mine under the covers, I being to wonder how it's possible that we fell in love. I remember his forest green eyes meeting my serious grey eyes as he confessed his love to me. I remember how tightly he hugged me when I said "I love you" to him. How his strong arms wrap around me like a chain, tightly and secure, not letting go. I remember after our...actives and how I shook slightly, he turns me over to my side and his hand ran up and down my chest slowly and assuringly, causing me to calm down. I remember his soft feather like lips on my shoulder and to my ear, whispering words of love and passion to me as I slept. I could smell his cologne all over his body, being passed over to mine. Even now as his fingers trace over my knuckles in his sleep, I feel this feeling. I know that it is a human weakness but I do not care. I feel that we have a bond that can only be broken by death. As his body moves to my every movement to make sure I stay put I smile to myself. I think that he is, even in his sleep, trying to protect me. Or just wants to snuggle but I can not really tell. I sit up, or I try to sit up with his arms still wrap around my trim waist I look at the sun and think, how are we together. He is a man of action and I am a man of logic. He is a man of impatience while I am a man of patience. He doesn't think every thing through while I must think every thing through. This should not work. We should not work. And yet, we work together perfectly. He makes sure that I do not think it over too much while I make sure he thinks about it enough. I keep him patience while he, well he would not really work for this but you get my point. I feel him squeeze me tightly and moan softly. I know that he is either: 1 trying to get me to do "things" with him, or 2 he is having some kind of dream. When his kicks the sheets lightly I know it is him having a dream. This happens sometimes when I think things over in this position. I get up off the bed completely and watch him as he sleeps. I watch how his smiles fades as I leave the bed. How he takes my pillow and holds it to him closely. I look out the window and wonder how long will we last. I look back at him and smile slightly. We will last as long as we can. Or until death will take us. I walk back to the bed and kiss his forehead lovingly. I climb back into the warm embrace after moving the pillow and hear him hum happily as he drifts back into peaceful sleep. I turn to face him and place my hand on his cheek softly. His face is tough and hard. Showing his age older than he actually is. I feel the tightness of his jaw as he rests. I place a small kiss on it to relax it. I move to his neck full of marks I have placed on there. I normally have to hide my marks he gives me but when we are alone or when we are on one of our daily runs as civilians he shows them off proudly. I just do not know how he does it but he does. I move to his chest full of scares and cuts and old wounds that have healed. I graze my finger over the one to the left of his heart. I recall how his has attained it and a frown has appeared on my face. That was the day I thought I lost him. I never want to have that feeling again, even though I know it is impossible. I move to his arms to see small scares but nothing to massive. And tracks from his own worse foe. I have always felt safe in his arms. I know that they are just minor fantasies but I have always dreamed of being in arms like his. How they protect me with it's muscles and how it turns soft by my touch. How his skin burns through my clothes by his touch. I move my foot up slowly to feel his smooth legs. I remember how they held me up in his lap while kisses on New Years and how they held my head while I took a nap on the couch. I feel the tightness of his thighs from our patrol. I have always liked how his legs were so firm and tight. I turn once more and his arms tighten as I shut my eyes slowly. I place my hand in his and lace our fingers together. I feel him squeeze our fingers together as he kisses my shoulder hard so I can feel it. I snuggle deep into him as I drift off to sleep. I hear him whisper three little words to me that make me smile.

"I love you too Roy."

I reply to him softly as I fall back asleep. I could use the extra hour of sleep anyway.