Taken (TordEdd) [Book 2 of Wanted]

Chapter 6

Edd woke up the next morning with Tord's arms around his waist. He smiled and carefully turned on his other side to face Tord, pressing against his chest. He heard Tord make a noise, a small grunt possibly, and wrap his arms around Edd to pull him closer.

Edd purred at the action, gazing up at his Norwegian lover.

Tord was awake, his eye open and staring off at the distance.

"Oh, good morning," Edd said quickly, feeling bad for not knowing how long Tord had been awake for. "I didn't realize you were awake."

Tord gazed down at Edd. "Hmm? Oh no, babe, it's fine," he said gently, shrugging. "I enjoyed listening to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Edd asked. "Last night?"

"Well, that, too," Tord mumbled. "But, I also loved watching you look so peaceful in your sleep. You're so fucking adorable."

Edd giggled at the quick add-on Tord did after he answered his question. "Oh," he said with a nod.

Tord smirked and kissed Edd's forehead. "But, yes. I also enjoyed listening to you last night, as well. C'mon, how about we— SHIT!"

Edd squeaked at his sudden scream. "Wh-what? What's the matter?"

Tord quickly scrambled up, accidentally hitting Edd in the stomach and squishing him to reach over to the alarm clock. "What time is it?" he asked frantically.

"O-ow!" Edd whimpered, wriggling out from under Tord as the larger male kept squishing him. He made it to the other side. "I don't know, five?"

"Five-thirty!" Tord gasped, quickly getting up and out of the bed. He dragged the bed sheets with him, tangling them with Edd and causing his lover to slip off the bed, almost getting stepped on.

"Tord!" Edd shouted. "You're killing me!"

Tord squeaked, kneeling down and picking Edd up. "Sorry, baby," he said quickly, setting Edd on the bed and covering him in the sheets. "I gotta go."

Edd watched him rush to the closet and pull out a clean uniform, dressing himself, and rushing out. "I'll be back in a while!" he called, closing the bedroom door and running out of the room.

Tord stumbled to his office, quickly unlocking the door and heading inside. Thirty minutes to get everything prepared. Thirty minutes until his two best pilots brought the first soldiers from Area 4 to be assigned new jobs. Thirty minutes until stress and anxiety would build up inside of Tord and cause him to snap at every stupid question the selfish, idiotic soldiers would ask.

Thirty minutes until he would want to murder someone in his own hands.