Keegan smiled against your hair, his large hands moving down to your hips to hold them. He hummed with contentment, his breathing slowing as he cuddled up to you.
"You should rest..." He muttered, pulling the sleeping bag up further over your bodies. "We've got a hell of a week ahead of us..."
Keegan chuckled a little, shifting so that your back was against his chest. He wrapped his arms tight around your middle, letting his cold hand move just under your shirt.
"We have a week of winter training. And..." He continued quietly, his arms rubbing at your skin to keep himself warm. "We have to spend the entire week together. Here. In this tent."
"i know that won't be easy,also can you not kiss me it's anoying"...she said trying to reject his affection
Keegan raised an eyebrow, surprised by your quick rejection of affection.
"I'm cold and bored. And this week we're stuck together for hours on end" ...Keegan muttered, his large hands now wandering over your body.
"nah ah ahh"...she moved away
"Hey come back here..." He muttered, pulling you back into his firm chest with a quick and confident motion. He smirked a little, holding you close to his chest with his arms wrapped around your middle.
"Don't try to get away from me, we're stuck in here together for a week..." he muttered against the nape of your neck, kissing the sensitive flesh there.
"stop"...she murmured
Keegan felt his eyebrow raise again in response to your protest. He could feel his excitement at your rejection growing exponentially, making his hormones spike. He hummed against your skin, now a bit more feverish as he slowly started trailing kisses up your neck.
"Why..." He muttered, his mouth moving to your earlobe. "Don't you like it? Being chased after?"
"no...ill get addicted"...she laughed softly..."so drop it...also throught the mask...do you ever take it off"
Keegan felt his chest tighten as you mentioned his face mask, a frown appearing on his face. He felt a wave of shame wash over himself, a bitter feeling that came with the thought of people noticing or mentioning his facial scars.
"I..." He felt his voice falter as he thought for a moment, his hands squeezing your waist. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes as he answered. "I don't take it off."
YOU ARE READING
My seregeant-Keegan Russ
Romanceboth were good friends that secretly liked each other...will they get together at the cold freezing field they were sent with the squad...that also sharing a tent... would it be a happy or sad end...we shall see
