The Pilot's Lover • Collins (Dunkirk)

Thirteen.

love
lʌv/Submit
verb;
1.
feel deep affection or sexual love for (someone).
"do you love me?"
synonyms:    be in love with, be infatuated with, be smitten with, be besotted with, be passionate about;

(Collins' POV)

"Rest my darling; I'll wake you when we're home."

Betty looked at me with a soft look, then looked at my lap, then back up at me.
I already knew she was tired, so this must've meant that she wanted to use me as a pillow.

She was too adorable.

I sighed then grinned
"Yes I'll be your pillow"
Playing off a small wink as I finished.

She rested her head on my lap and made herself comfortable.

My heart raced at, what felt like, a million miles per hour.

Her head kept moving against my lap and I began to grow flustered and the room suddenly felt extremely warm.
'Great' I silently said to myself.
I was sat on a boat with a woman on my lap with a hard-on, how lovely.

I ran my hands through my soggy hair and scratched the back of my neck, trying to ignore her sudden movements and strange sounds.

A small giggle sounded from the side of me.
Tommy had obviously caught on to what was happening to me and looked like he was about to start yodelling.

"Don't"
I warned him in a hushed tone, not wanting to draw attention to myself. My face probably looked like a tomato by now and to say I was sweating would be an understatement.
I couldn't help but grin at how immature we both were being.

I diverted his and I's thoughts towards the young boy who was laying alone on the ground, a pillow supporting his head.
His chest steadily rose, then fell, constantly following that exact pattern.

"Who's that?"
I questioned.

"It's George, I think he banged his head or something like that."
He answered.

"Is he alright?"
I asked.

"I think so, I reckon he's just got a concussion."
He answered my question once more.

I nodded.
Few soldiers were awake, others slept half-alert, not wanting to put their guard down in case we were bombarded again.
But me, I couldn't sleep. The gusts of wind, the slight jolts of the boat ever so often made me feel unsafe.

"The cliffs"
Alex's hushed voice broke the silence, after what must've been twenty minutes or so.
I sent him a questioned look, not knowing what he was talking about.

"The cliffs!"
He pulled away from Tommy and stood up.

I shook Betty awake and we stood up alongside Alex.

"What do you mean, the cliffs?"
Betty yawned tiredly, dazed and confused.

"Home."
Was the only thing he had to say before all four of us bolted up the ladder.

"Lads, Betty, you need to get back down there, there's no room for yous up here."
Peter tried stopping us.

"We just want to see the cliffs, please?"
Alex begged, pouting like a child.

Peter nodded with a slight smile.

"Where are we sir?"
Tommy asked Mr. Dawson.

"Home, well Dorset, pretty much home"
He told him.

Betty turned to me and smiled widely.
"Home"
She repeated, grasping my waist hugging me tightly.
"Home"
I responded, placing my head on top of hers.