Skye's the Limit/Harder Hart (Skye Blue x Julia Hart x OC)

More the Marrier

Friday Night, Hotel Room
Caleb's POV

In the middle of the night, I hear them. I'm back there again. Mortars, gunfire, tank engines. I hear it all. I'm surrounded by the boys. They're all laughing, but slowly, each one decays into a corpse. The war didn't kill them though. They killed themselves, intentionally or not. Their bodies have their causes of death and the newspaper articles reporting their deaths with them. OD (accidental and purposeful), drowning in a ditch, hanging, bullet to the head. I see them all. They all raise their fingers and point at me. Together, they say "why didn't you save us? You could've helped us. You're next."

My eyes widen and I sit up in the bed quickly. I grab my thigh, but there's nothing but my shorts. I pat my leg looking for the sidearm that isn't there while looking around. Then, I see her. Skylar Dolecki. Once I see her, I sigh heavily and rub my eyes. They aren't here. They were never here. They're gone. But she's here. She's real. She's mine.

Before I can lay back down, I can hear her mumbling. She starts fidgeting a lot. So much so that it begins to look like she's running from someone...or something. I lean over and brush some of the hair out of her face, careful not to wake her, before speaking softly.

Me: It's okay, Skye. I got you.

Important thing about shit like this: never wake 'em up. Night terrors are a bitch, but she's gotta ride this one out. All I can do is talk to her softly and hope my voice can pull her out of whatever's scaring her. I lay back down at an angle, reach over, and gently pull her head and most of her body onto my chest. I hug her and plant a kiss on the top of her head and continue whispering.

Me: I got you, Skye. You're okay. You're okay.

Skye stops fidgeting after a few minutes and relaxes. I lay there with her on me and look down at her, my mind calming down from the nightmare at the sight of her sleeping body.

I let my mind wander onto weirder thoughts like how would we have sex. I mean obviously I know how we would, but like literally how. I'm way taller than her and I weigh more. Would she have to be on top all the time? Would she be able to kiss me and be on top at the same time? Would I be able to be on top without squeezing the air out of her? I doubt she's into that. Y'know, thoughts like that.

Before I know it, it's 5:30 AM and I'm still half awake. Great. Fortunately, I just have a taping to record tomorrow. Then I'm done with work for the week. Not sure what I'll do during that whole time but I'll figure something out.

Timeskip
Saturday Morning

Skye wakes up and lifts her head to look at me. She smiles at me and kisses my cheek, then sits up on the edge of the bed. She's only wearing a pair of short black shorts and a black sports bra. I know, we're a real colorful couple. Very vibrant. As she gets up and wanders around to get ready for the day, I watch. Damn she's beautiful. What's she want me for?

Skye, smiling: What?

I guess I was looking at her too long. She's halfway turned around, the shorts not covering her ass all the way. Her toned body is definitely a sight to behold. I smirk and shake my head.

Me: Nothin', darlin'. Just wonderin' why you chose me.

Skye: So I could finally get things off the top shelf.

She giggles. I chuckle a little and look down a little. Skye walks over to me and sits down on my lap straddling me again.

Skye: The real question is why did you choose me?

Me: So I wouldn't have to bend over to pick stuff up anymore.

Skye, smiling: So you want me to bend over to pick stuff up for you?