On Command ~ Sequel to Lost Heros

The Drug

*~~Claire's Dream~~*

I woke up with a pair of strong arms holding me lazily. The sound of him breathing in deeply was close to me and I realized that he had spent the night.

Normally, I'd be wondering about how much trouble we'd be for this. But hey I'm a grown woman and he just looks so cute when he's sleeping

     I slowly turn to face him, careful not to wake him up, and just stare at him. He looks so peaceful, like nothing bad had ever happened to him. I reached out and slowly played with his dark, and messy due to sleep, locks.

His eyes then slowly opened and he smiled when he looked at me, "Wow, I could get used to this." I could only smile. "Sorry I stayed the night, darlin'. You just looked so tired that I didn't wanna wake you."
     I snuggled closer to him and he held me tightly. "It's okay," I responded, "You're not such a bad sight to see in the morning either so I didn't mind." He chucked and kissed my forehead.

*~~End~~*

     My eyes shot open and the first thing I realize is the absence of the soldier who I fell asleep next to. Somewhere in my soul I feel vulnerable; exposed.
What the hell was that dream?

     The man in it looked so much like Soldier. But at the same time it didn't. He looked like he had never frowned in his life. Like nothing had ever touched his soul. Or his arm for that matter; both were normal. The man also looked younger somehow and everything felt lighter. There was so much light and happiness in that dream. I felt so much that it hurt to wake up. I felt as if someone reached out and took that moment from me. I experienced happiness, relaxation, love. The need to care for someone. How it felt to be held close.

This means nothing. This changes nothing. It was only a dream. . . Right? You probably had that dream because of how you and Soldier were last night.

     I sat up on my bed, relived that I no longer felt the awful pain of yesterday. Another perk of being superhuman so I've come to realize.
"Oh! You're up," said a voice from my bathroom. I turned to look and Soldier was standing at the doorway of it. Instantly, I felt a weight lift of my chest. He hadn't left in the night. Soldier truly had stayed. I smiled at him.
Soldier moved to me and sat close, "How are you feeling? You seemed to have slept alright."
"I'm better, thank you," I replied. "I'm sorry I made you stay, though. It wasn't the smartest decision." He took my hand in his and held it firmly, "Nyx, didn't you hear a word of what I said yesterday? I want to be with you. Staying last night felt. . . Good." I felt heat rise to my cheeks and I looked to the wall in a failed attempt to hide it from him. Soldier chuckled and I only rolled my eyes in response.

Well, you have to respond! Stupid, don't just leave him handing there!

     "It felt good for me too," I responded. Pathetic. Say more. "Something about you makes me feel happy. It's not something I've felt in a while." I stopped to regroup my words. Soldier was looking at me intently with eager eyes for me to continue. "I don't seem to remember a lot of things that would make me happy. So I'd hate to forget you. I'd hate to forget us. Whatever it is we are."
Soldier moved his metal hand to the back of my neck. I felt chills run down my spine as the cool metal touched me and his warm lips kissed my forehead.
Sadly he had to pull away and I looked him in the eyes and saw the look of something strange. It wasn't bad. But his blue eyes shined with them almost entrancing me to stare forever.

     Wordlessly, I get up to stretch my leg. As soon as I stand, there's the feeling of a grip on my arm as I'm spun around. Soldier is holding my arms as he towers over me, never looking away from my eyes. I barely had time to register it before he brought his lips down to crash into mine.
I now know why he had called me a drug. With every second, I wanted more and more of him. Moving my arms from his grip, I wrapped them around his neck never breaking the kiss as I felt his hands go to my waist. His lips were soft yet demanding more. Everything felt right. Our lips moved together perfectly as if we'd kissed a million times before.

     Then he pulled away and I moved my hands to his chest. "I'm sorry. I just really wanted to do that," he admitted. "I'm glad you kissed back. Must mean it's a good sign?" And added hopefully.
"Yes," I chuckled. "A very good sign."  I saw his eyes beam as Soldier kissed me once again.