Silver Hitter

25.𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠.

At some point, everyone but the pilot are resting, leaving Jamie and Wolf in the main part of the jet alone. All the shades are closed, save for a few guidance lights and the armrests restricting them are raised, Jamie snuggling under Wolf's arm while he plays with her fingers.

"What did you think of me when we first met? Officially?" Jamie asks quietly, conversationally and Wolf finds himself smiling beneath his mask.

"How is it possible that a girl with those skills can look like that. I was impressed by you, James."

Jamie smiles, keeping her face tucked into his chest as giddiness spring up in her chest from her nickname. "I know how that feels...I'm sorry for beating you up." He chuckles.

"Don't worry, you've made up for it since then."

"Good." Jamie looks up and can just barely make out his eyes in their dark hiatus. "I don't hate you anymore."

"I never hated you." Now it's her turn to laugh.

"Thank you." She whispers and he nods, raising his hand and covering her eyes, she tenses but waits, feeling his other hand directing her chin up and then his lips brush against hers. "Finally."

He smiles against her lips because of her breathy whisper, then claims them with his own. "Keep your eyes closed." She nods, silently and squeezes her closed eyes tighter. He pulls her into his lap using both hands and keeps them on her waist, occasionally letting one palm cup her face. Jamie feels her heart holding onto a piece of Wolf every time they touch but when he kisses her, she feels herself giving up a piece of her heart to him instead.

~•Wolf•~

I brush the back of my hand over her soft cheeks and simply stare at her, wondering just how exactly we got here and when. Jamie exhales and nuzzles her face more into my neck, her parted lips blowing her hot breath across my jaw as she sleeps.

Argentina...I haven't been back home in years because it wasn't safe to be so close to the very people I needed to be safe from. It's funny how now it's the only place that is safe since it's become the obvious place of where I wouldn't be.

I bought the island Jamie and I going to now a few years back and have never visited it ever. It was just good to own a piece of myself when I thought America was all I had to back myself up since I did move there quite young bit I never wanted to forget where I came from. I never thought I'd actually go and see it with my own two eyes. A handful of close friends are all I allow there and I have one who is currently honeymooning as we speak.

Did I ask Jamie to come with because I wanted to show her off? Just a little bit.

Is she mine to show off though...well that's still highly questionable.

So does that impact my decision? Not even a little bit.

But the real reason I brought Jamie with me was because I was afraid and seem to not only comfort her but take comfort in the woman. She's quite frankly my everything at the moment, she's been my everything from before we had even met face to face because making sure that she was safe gave me a purpose. What purpose do I have now that I know safe is all she'll ever be as long as she's with me?

I pull up my mask then place my chin on top of Jamie's head, closing my eyes and letting sleep claim over me as well.

*****

"Oh my gosh." Jamie gasps when we step off the jet, lowering sunglasses over her eyes and I turn to my head security guard.

"Por favor, asegúrese de que nadie entre en la isla, así como que sepa de mi presencia y la de mis invitados." (Please make sure that nobody makes their way onto the island, as well as know of mine and my guests presence.)