It had been another painful day of flying and push ups, if this mission is going to be successful at one thing it will be my fitness training. Me and Nat were in our bunk room laying on our beds chatting. There was a light rapping on the door,
"Brad! Eff off!"
Both of us giggle and another small tap came to ear, I get up off my bed and swing the door open,
"Bradly I sai-"
"Hi," Bob said in a small whisper.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry Bob."
"Hey Bob!" Nat calls from her bunk.
"I have a surprise for you." he says to me.
"Oh. Okay wait here and give like two minutes."
"Okay," he says happily.I go back into the bunk room and give Nat a panicked look,
"He is not going to care what you wear, you could wear a paper bag and he would love it."
"Okay."I threw my hair into a pony tail and met Bob in the hallway.
"Where we goin'" I ask him.
"You'll see."
"You are how I die aren't you Robert Floyd?"
"Yes, in the hands of Bobert."
I laugh, I had never heard him joke like that before, it was nice to get to know Bob not just as a pilot.We come out of the complex and into the tarmac, on the wing of my F/18 was a picnic blanket and basket.
"Awe! I love it!"
"Really?" Bob asks.
"Yes!"He beams with pride and takes my hand, he leads me up to the plane and we shuffle through the cockpit to the wing and sit down. He opens the basket up and I find my favourite take out from the mainland.
"How did you get this?"
"Hondo."
"You got Hondo to go and get you food?"
"We have a good relationship."
I laugh, only Bob could have a "good relationship" with one of his superiors to the point of going and getting mainland take out. We ate on the wing on the plane but after a bit a lt. came and yelled at us because the tarmac doors had to be closed up for protection purposes. So we went back inside the complex. Bob walked me to my door,
"Thank you Bob, it was a wonderful dinner," I smile.
He smiles back shyly, "I'm glad you liked it."
"I loved it."
We stand in a semi awkward silence for a second, Bob looks at me with a shy glance and I picked up what he was thinking.
"It's okay."
He looks at me strangely, "What do you mean?"
"I give you permission," I step forward.With that he steps forward and looks me dead in the eye. Me having that good old Bradshaw blood made me make the first move. I pressed my lips onto his, at first he was nervous (I could tell), once he kind of registered what was going on he kissed me back. His lips were soft and light against mine, it was gentle. One hand of his was on my waist the other cupped my cheek. Both of my hands gently pressed against his chest. He pulls away and takes a breath resting his forehead on mine.
"Goodnight." I whisper.
Bob smiles, "Goodnight."~|~|~
I closed the door to my bunk room, Phenix was reading some smutty book on her bed. I flop onto my bunk and sigh.
"What's up little duck?" Phenix asks, closing her book and setting it on her bed.
I roll over to face her, "I kissed Bob."
"You what!?" she yells, sitting bolt upright.
"I kissed him, just now, in the hallway."
"What was it like!?" she shrieks.
"Soft and gentle," I smile recounting the moments just before.
"That's what I always thought it would be like."
"NAT!"
"What you cannot tell me you have not thought about what it would be like kissing every single one of the boys here, except maybe like Hondo and Cyclone."
"My Brother!" I yell back.
"Oh yeah and Rooster, for you maybe, for me nah I've thought about it."
"Nat!" I shout again throwing my pillow at her.
She was a mess of giggles as she throws the pillow back at me.
Authors note:
Hey! Hope you liked it and like the posting every two days or so, I started school this week so I hope to keep posting regularly!
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