Until I see you again

Speaking with an Original

      "I don't know if I can do this..." I spoke quietly, feeling Dillan's fingers trace the end of my jawline just under my earlobe. He was warm. It was nice being together again. Well not love wise, but physically. I was up with Thom almost for 24 as he went over the safety of this so called 'mission'. "I feel like I'm going to get killed."
"You won't." He mumbled against my forehead. My eyes were closed, though it wouldn't matter in the pitch blackness of the room. His bare chest was against mine, I was wearing his sweater though. No, we weren't there yet. No frick frack. Nothing other than kisses and hugs. I still despised him, but admired him for trying. "I wouldn't let you go if I thought you were going to be in critical danger."
That was reassuring, considering he was the one who lived with those people most of his life. But something between us seemed distant, but another thing made me think that we were so close.
          He moved his hand down and slid it down my sides, grazing my curves that were under the cover. I tensed slightly then let my hand move over his on my hip. I slipped my palm under his, intertwining our fingers.
             "I want you to know... I love you. And a bit of advise; don't trust anybody over there." He whispered, gripping my hand in return as he twisted locks of my ginger hair between the fingers of his free hand. "They'll kill you if you reveal who you are."
           "That's not a critical risk?" I asked quietly, opening my eyes and looked up towards where his head was, even though I didn't see him, I knew he knew I was looking at him, and I knew he was looking back. "I don't want to go... Not without you."
           "This is your mission. I have to stay here and earn their trust back." He whispered then pressed his lips against the tip of my nose for a moment. That made me scrunch up my face slightly. "And then when you come back... We can celebrate a successful mission."
           He said that with such a lustful twist it made me grip his hand tighter. I wasn't uncomfortable. I was looking forward to my return.
           "I'd love that." I whispered then felt his lips press against mine gently, it was soft and warm. He was good at finding everything on my body in the dark. He knew me that well I suppose. I pressed back against his lips then felt both of his muscular arms wrap around me and pulled me close to his warm chest. Though it was freezing, he was always a ball of fire. And he was given a sweatshirt, like every other man in the workout program.
             Thom took it like it was a hockey team or something, wasting gas and money on stupid uniforms other than the jumpsuit I still had to wear under the sweatshirt. 'Redemption' was written in red across the top. Such poetry.
"I'll see you in two days..." He whispered as he pulled away, sighing as the warmth of his body pulled away from mine. I listened as the floor squeaked with every step he took to the bunk across from mine, then listened to the mattress shift as he laid down.
Waking up early was never appealing to me.