Coursing Through My Veins

Chapter Two

It didn't feel as if I fell asleep. Instead, it seemed that reality merely shifted, from catching my breath next to Noemi in the dark of our bedroom to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing in the morning light. It took a moment for me to realize where I was, who I was, and to gain the cognitive ability to shut off my alarm clock and realize that I was late for my meeting with Commander Falhorn.

"Oh shit. Shit!" I grumbled as I slapped the alarm clock off. Without a moment's hesitation, I jumped out of bed, inadvertently waking Noemi in the process. I had no time to apologize. I had only minutes to shower, shave, and put on my uniform, all of which should have been done before the sun was up. I never let the sun come up before me. What could've caused me to sleep so deeply? It had to be an effect of the drug. But drowsiness wasn't a listed side effect...

I pondered this as I left the bathroom and went to put on my battle fatigues. I didn't even notice Noemi getting dressed until I sat on the edge of the bed to put my pants on. I watched her as she stood facing away from me, wearing only a pair of white panties. Perfect was not a strong enough word to describe the commanding beauty of her legs, strong, smooth, long, capable of crushing my skull without so much as a sliver of a complaint from me. Her thighs could suffocate me to my own death and I would be the most grateful man alive. The muscles in her back followed the even contour of her legs, equally strong and symmetrical. From where I sat, her body had hidden her boobs from me, keeping them a secret to be revealed only by my imagination, and that only made me want her more, which I didn't think was possible at this point. She raised her arms to put on a black, form-fitting shirt, and the motion of her body was like that of water flowing through a jungle spring. It was a shame that she had taken a position behind the camera rather than in front of it. The words in my head accidentally slipped out of my mouth. "I'm gonna marry you soon."

She turned to look at me as she finished putting on her shirt, granting me a glimpse of underboob. She flashed a lovingly playful smile. "Oh, shut up," she grinned. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

This took me out of my trance, and I finished hustling to put on my uniform. "I'm serious," I exclaimed with my own shirt over my face. "And we're not gonna wait. Once I'm done with my tour, we're gonna go to the courthouse, and we're gonna get married. That day."

I tied my boots and stood up join her in looking at the mirror. My uniform was a rather unsightly mess of red and yellow camouflage topped with a square hat of the same coloring. A red rectangle with the name PERRICELLI stitched in black letters was attached to my chest over my heart. On my shoulder was a patch with a capital "A" stitched in gold inside an equally gold triangle. Noemi, on the other hand, looked much more comfortable. Her plain black cotton shirt kept her humble while also accentuating all the right parts of her body. Her jeans were also tight, yet flexible, and showed every curve of her hips and thighs. Anyone would think that she's dressed for a casual day out, but her black work boots announced that she meant business.

I stood next to her, and held her by her waist as we looked at ourselves in the mirror. She was taller than me by a couple of inches. I picture us standing in the same pose wearing our wedding clothes. Her wedding dress was white as the clouds I saw in my mind last night, and my black military suit decorated with pins and medals contrasted her dress. All of our friends showered us with flower petals.

She stroked my arm with her alien hand, slightly bigger than my own. "When are you coming back?" she asked quietly.

"Three days, probably." I didn't look away from her reflection.

She sighed, and turned to look at me. "Don't let anything happen to you."

"I won't," I said, still looking at her as though she were an apparition in a dream.