❝ trust them. I tell myself. they'll help you.❞
╰┈➤ on march 3, 1969 the united states navy established an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots.
its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and to ensure that the handful of m...
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the alarm blares loudly making an annoying beeping sound. i bury my head aggressively in my pillow, hitting maverick's shoulder to try and jolt him awake. i feel the sink in the bed vanish and the sound of him standing up, his feet hitting the cold wooden floors and pressing the 'off' button.
i feel his hot breath on my neck "too early?" he murmurs into my ear. i tilt my face to the side so i can see him.
"too early." i confirm rubbing at my eyes trying to will the tiredness away before he mercilessly hurls the bed covers off me making me shriek from how piercingly cold it is in the room compared to the comfort of the warm quilt.
"hey! stop that!" i say before he puts his finger to my lips brushing it gently across, his finger feels smooth against my chapped lips, i smile.
"you'll wake axis" he whispers
oh right, axis. i forgot i shared a house with her, oops.
suddenly he puts his hands underneath my armpits and hoists me up to stand infront of him. i look him up and down, recoiling when i see he's stark naked. and that i'm stark naked.
"what? don't like me now? last night you were saying something different" he says smirking cockily
i punch his shoulder "not funny."
he continues smirking "oh but it is"
"is not!"
"is too!"
"nu uh!"
"yuh huh!"
i tackle him to the bed pinning him down so he can't move, he grins up at me. "damn i didn't know you wanted round 2, you should have just said so!"
i roll my eyes dramatically and climb off him releasing him from my grip "you idiot"
"oh but i'm your idiot" maverick replies still smirking
"what the hell am i going to do with you?" i question as i open my wardrobe to grab my navy uniform and flight suit.
"kiss me" he says creeping up behind me and planting a firm kiss on my jawline.
"you're such a flirt" i profess as i grab my uniform and head to my en-suite.
"be quick" he whines
"alright, alright calm down" i laugh as i close the door on him
i roll my eyes blithely at the thought of him as i turn my shower on, grabbing my different hygiene products out of the cabinets, setting them all down in the shower, before i turn it on and step in. i let the water hit my face, hissing as i feel it seeping through my bandaids and into my fresh cuts. i soap up my body, scrubbing carefully to clean my wounds, it stings like hell but i know i have to keep them clean.
i hum 'uptown girl by billy joel' as i wring out my sponge, placing it on the heater to dry. i dance a little as i dry myself off with a towel, throwing my clothes on hastily and straightening out my uniform. i grab a few things from my makeup bag. technically we're not supposed to wear makeup but it's not like viper and jester can actually tell if i just do natural makeup. plus i want to look my best for maverick, not that he'd really care if i didn't but i care and that's all that matters.
