Morning Cup

8. Motherfucker, 0812.

Warning: violence.

"Morning Cup. Morning Angie. As usual, cuties? " Marla already has our coffees ready, we're pretty much spending our lives here.

Angie has disappeared for 2 days after what looked more like an outburst than an argument.
I pretty much lost my mind when she didn't show up the next morning and Marla didn't help. She scolded me once again about my shitty behavior and my obviously non-existent low profile skills.
OK I got the message. Mac already lectured me about that. I'm sorry. My sincere apologize for being madly in love with my girl.

"Where is she? Is she OK?" Not seeing her scared the shit out of me.

"Honey, that's exactly why she decided to stay away from you for a while. You guys need to cool down or you'll get into trouble you don't want to face. I really, really wouldn't mess with Gessepp. Sweetheart, all you can do is to keep your cock in your pants and give her time. And please, don't let anyone figure out what happens between the two of you. Your team and myself will keep your secret but the walls have ears."

Of course. I got it. Anything but stay away from her. She nonetheless promised to pass on the apologize I planned to tell her, that ended up quickly written on a little note.

I was shy and clumsy the first time we met again.
We had a walk in the field on Sunday, when the whole base attended the service.
She met me after showing up at the church, her weekly approved free time, so people could testify her attendance, just in case.

Seeing her as she walked up to me, that beautiful smile lightening her beautiful face had my heart racing up and my hands sweaty. I rubbed them on my pants and swallowed hard as she stood in front of me.

Should I kiss her? Hug her?
I chuckled nervously, waiting for her to make the first move.

"Hi handsome!" Happiness radiated from her and quickly invaded me, as she locked her hands with mines.

"Hi beautiful!" I bent down to place a sweet and chaste kiss on her cheek.
"I've missed you so much."

I made my best to be a decent boyfriend, I swore to myself not to push her again and just enjoy what I have. I have her and it's enough to send me to cloud nine.
Theoretically.

We talked, we laughed and we kissed, which was delightful.

I kept my need for her to myself, dating my right hand every night, the sweet image of her filled my dreams.
We nonetheless had two very hot make out sessions in the wood behind the barracks, I made sure anyone could have seen us, nor heard Angie totally, wholeheartedly forgiving me.

"Guys, coffee?"
"Thanks Marl'!" They all place their orders and sit on the chairs around the table. Mac, Louis, Phil, Harry and I have trained since 0600 and it's time for a break.
There hasn't been a rush for missions lately, but we have to stay alert in case Japanese threaten the Pacific again.

With my angel on my lap, my bros laughing with me and the wind of peace that's been blowing above us for the two latest weeks, I feel like the happiest man on Earth.

Two weeks, almost zero mission and a lot of time spent with my love. Slowly but surely we have dared to meet at the café again, but agreed to stop our make out sessions in the supply closet.

My bad. I've been so happy I forgot to lay low. A pilot has to stay under the radar in wartimes, like Mac reminded me. I should have taken his tip more seriously or he should have punched my face stronger.
Checking whether there's high ranking officer or neighbours in the area was not enough.
People talk.

My fault. I stopped being careful, I should have worked harder to have my angel safe.
But I failed. Miserably.
And the consequences that are coming from behind promise to be painful.