Flashlight

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*Flashback*

It was another cold night in the woods. We had just returned from one of the stores we frequently robbed to survive. Our fire was going and the tent was up where we laid with our heads sticking out to look at the stars together and the rest of our torsos in the shelter.

Van was currently holding my hand and her face was beautifully illuminated by the fire not too far from where our heads lay. While she stared at the moonlit sky, I focused my attention to the beauty beside me trying to figure out how I ended up on the run with someone so perfect.

"Quit staring at me. You're making me feel nervous." She said shyly with a smile on her face. I laughed and pulled my body on the side to face her. I smiled down at her with my hair most likely tickling her face.

"No need to be nervous. It's just me, Van." I told her giggling a little.

"Exactly. You make me nervous." She said in such an adorable way that it became unbearable to not kiss her perfectly sculpted face. I used my right hand to caress Van's face in a way I would never be able to do to another. I leaned my head down to make contact with her soft lips that I loved so much. Her mouth granted me entrance and our tongues danced to gain dominance. I won the upper hand and kissed her with so much ferocity that it could fill a skyscraper. She smiled at me once I pulled away and just looked at her desperately trying to keep this image in my mind forever.

"I love you, Van. I'm so glad I ended up with you. You're literally my world." I told her with sincerity laced behind my words. Van put both of her hands on either side of my face and looked between both of my eyes. She gently ran her thumb on my cheek and kissed where her finger was.

"I love you too, Hannah." She told me which made my heart skip a beat everytime she said those words.

"You missed damn it." I told her jokingly referring to her kissing my cheek.

"And I sincerely apologize. Let me make it up to you." She smirked and slowly made her lips connect with mine. Van slowly pulled away with my bottom lip still trapped between hers. I nodded my head and forced her face to mine again. Our tongues danced to no particular rhythm but our own.

I loved these moments with Van. She was literally the only person I had left on earth and I would die without her.

Van started to lift my shirt and massage my muscled belly. Her soft hands traveled higher to cup my breasts causing me to bite her lip a little too hard. Van let out a beautiful moan and flipped us over. She backed away to remove her shirt and then her pants leaving her in only her tanktop and underwear. My smile was wiped away when she didn't move closer to me. Van stayed their motionless just gazing at me with her lust filled eyes. She continued to look me up and down.

"What's wrong?" I asked her getting worried.

"Absolutely nothing, Hannah. I just can't believe how someone so beautiful can't notice how she can be so, but it's fine with me." Van had finally moved closer to me and pulled a couple strands of my hair behind my ear. "Because I'm the one who gets to show her." She kissed my lips and it wasn't until this kiss that I hadn't known that she noticed the way I felt about myself.

Ever since I killed our previous owner and caused the death of my own family, I had started to hate myself. As I grew older, it wasn't just what I did that made me hate but also the way my body looked. I hated the scars it carried. Van would always tell me she loved them because she says they don't just show me my past, but its just more for her to love.

"Yes, Hannah, I know. I'm going to teach you to love yourself. It'll be okay." Van moved down to my neck and started on my pulse point while holding the side of my face to help give her room. I moaned when she started moving her way down. She placed her hands between my thighs and rubbed me. I watched her every move very carefully hoping that this moment could last forever. I steered my eyes away from her when I saw a beam of light make its way through the trees.

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