Crash Landing [✓]

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Chapter Eighteen | SCARED TO GET YOUR PRETTY MOUTH DIRTY?

There were times in life when I make stupid decisions, like the time I stepped out naked in front of Milo Delgard in the middle of a shower, my breasts and kitty on display for him to ogle; or the comical time I trusted him to leave my beloved Toffee behind while we travelled to Ohio. Or perhaps the time when I let him into my home, so he could bleed all over my plush rugs.

And now? I'd simply gone and dragged him into the huge weapons room and shut the door, insinuating that I wanted to perform a sexual act on him, in the midst of everything that was going on.

This man had recklessly crash landed onto my porch, into my life, and crawled into my heart. I wanted to show him how much he made my beating heart rage, how it was wildly pattering as I stared at him with eyes that could only convey my lust and passion.

With lofty ceilings surrounding us and thousands, if not hundreds, of weaponry enveloping us, I suddenly felt extremely little in compared to Milo. I licked my lips with awe and eagerness as the firearms gleamed under the blue lights.

Milo stood motionless as I turned around and took it all in, seeing things he had seen multiple times before, unfazed. Until my gaze focused on him alone finally, and he became engrossed in my sight, mirroring my energy.

"We need to go back out there and talk about this with the others." He told me, though he made no effort to move, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against a pillar. "I'm with you, just in case you were wondering. Your plan makes sense to me, it's about time we made a bold move as such. A power move."

I put my lips together in a fine line, smiling slightly, "We will."

"Are you in pain?" He questioned, using one hand to press against my forehead, as I approached him. "The morphine is a stronger version of the one heavily injured patients would be given, it'll wear off soon."

"I'm dandy." I stifled a laugh.

"How is it, that you look good, even in clothes like this?" He chuckled, tugging at the flimsy, thin material that was wrapped around my body.

"Oh no, I look awful," I gasped dramatically, "Hey Milo, think you've got a dress around here somewhere?"

"Nah." Milo said, eyes lighting up as much as mine, clearly reminiscing about the time he had taken me to his safe house and I asked him the same thing. He placed his thumb under my jaw and stroked it softly, and I leaned into his hand, with my eyes shut.

We were so close, I could feel and hear the thrum of his heart and I wished for so much more in that moment. I knew Milo did too, and I knew what we needed, but didn't have the liberty to do so while we were here.

I inhaled deeply and unbuttoned Milo's shirt by running my hands over his chest, working my way down. All he did was stare down at me, fire in his eyes as he observed each measured movement, until his smooth and rippled skin began to show and my fingers traced patterns across his abdomen.