Soldier

nineteen

[Gulrez Gabol's P.O.V.]

"Welcome, welcome, My Boys." Gabol greeted the troop as all entered to the ample hall.

"You're all 'men' now." His eyes casted us all one by one and got stop at me.

"And he, my boy, my son.."

"Stop calling me that." I snapped.

His eyes were scrutinizing me. But I did damn care.

I turned out of the so-called meeting hall, twisting my heel swing circular. It was then I saw my eyes set up in a hard narrow but yet straight aligned on the each side of my long yet thin nose. My cheeks flushed cherry red, angst was clearly placed in the pursed lips right beneath my long black lashed, across down, which there was slightly unshaved sprang round my clenched jaws that were evident of my entrance to my manhood, it was all the mighty mirror on the white washed wall, right in front of the edge of my nose, was telling me.

I took a deep sigh as I walked four blocks away from the meeting hall.

"May... I can see you." The five little words dropped out of my mouth and by some willingness or unwillingness I step towards the door I've never came to open.

I slid into the room quietly. The moon bloomed utterly, little flashes were struggling travel inside the room and were succeeded.

My head cocks in one direction, my eyes were dancing down on the milky white flesh and those jet black strands of several hair lock hiding the pearl-like strawberry colored, soft cheeks under them.

I pulled out my long index finger and push the strand behind the pierced yet empty ear.

Wow these lashes... Quietly shut, those deep brown lids in them.
My inner god told me.

My lips were opened, quirky in manner as I drag my butt to perched in the soft fluffy corner of the bed. I leaned down to that sleepy body, my elbows rests on the other side of the sleepy body.

Wake up-wake up! You freak!

My conscious whispered in my ears. But somehow, I manages ignore it.

Look around... You jerk!

Hmm hmm.. um not in a mood to listen to you.

There was a fight between my conscious and my subconscious.

I leaned down a little further. Brushed my lips over those of Elena's, as I did so there was a little thin wince arose from the other side, but I ignored. I pushed my lips over hers and slightly and gently I placed my grip round her slim waist to fix her in place, as am not gonna let her move, I knew. Her eyes tried to get the shutters open but I placed my other hand over her eyes and made them to remain shut, as I did so I saw her hand came up to mine and she gripped it with her soft fleshy hands.

I flinched away from her, managed my face not to be flushed and eyes not to be move away from her- lips!

"What are you doing in here?" She made a quick move and reach her scarf to cover her bare head.

I don't knew what came to my mind when I walked her and threw her scarf away, leaving her head bare and then I reach to the duvet, covering her body under, she was wearing the white lacy chiffon dress, seemingly a white fairy came out of the jewel box, she didn't made any move as I did so, neither she spoke nor shouted, just breathing- heavily.

I reached her small back, wrapped my arms around, gently I pulled her to me, it was when she hit in my strong chest wall, I again brushed my lips over hers, her hands reached protesting against my chest, yet I tie them with my hand's grip round them, she moaned as I slid down my tounge in her mouth making my way through her juicy lips, after pulling her sweet tounge once from that of mine I realized how much I needed her.

"I'll kill you," I whispered, my lips were still on hers; "if you tell anyone!" reaching her ear I declared.

Standing up I could see she blushed with- don't know, what was it? But she blushed.

I slid her down in the bed, firming her from shoulders, I wrapped her up in the duvet and turned on my heels, paced the doorway not taking my eyes off hers. I unlock the door carefully and only when I was out I realized my eyes were burning with hers- not being- around!

"Would you like to have some milk?" Cook asked me.

"No, um fine with it." I replied raising my glass of juice.

"Salam Abba!" Elena's dearest voice swiped in my ears, but neither I looked up nor I made my face to be unreadable for her or her father, Gabol.

"Wasalam!" Gabol replied nodding with pursed lips.

Her gaze was on me, as she holding the frame of embroidery in her hands that I've touched just a six hours ago, in the middle of the standing night.

"What are plans for today?" I lifted my head up to Gabol, frowns at Elena's gaze.

"You're going to the camp, you've learnt a lot, its time to go further in the field, some important decisions to be coming out to hunt you today." He spoke fluently, not making any eye contact, as his eyes were on the newspaper, he lift it down and threw on the table stood out, made some call and went busy in his conversation.

"Stop looking at me." I said drly. My eyes flew over from newspaper to her. "It was nothing. To me, you're just like your father." I spoke not making my gaze fall for her, I saw her mouth drops open, as perhaps she didn't believed what I said.

I stood up and turned on my heels to the doorway.

"And what is my father to you?" I stop over her sofa where she was seated.

I turned my eyes on her, she was glancing at frame in her hands, I tilt my head to a side then raised it up to its full length stretching out my chest by inhaling the sweet wet soil.
"A piece of shit!" I saw her mouth dropped once again and she pricked the needle in her finger and her eyes trickled down the tears, floated previously inside.

I crack a smile, running my tounge over my bottom lip and biting it from a corner, I slid my hands into my pants and paced out leaving her crying behind me.
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Omg it took too long to me to decide whether I should write this or not. Finally I did it... *hands clasped*

please don't get freaked out!

#lovefazbil:-)