#if you'll recall pillow fights are sex

[presidentialconfessions]

Jackie was so gorgeous I would’ve turned into a lesbian for her

need her strap BAD

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.15 - Something in the Orange

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Kiera and Simon enjoy the morning sunrise.

"To you, I'm just a man; To me, you're all I am..." 

With heavy eyes, Kiera looked up at the ceiling fan before looking over to an empty spot next to her. She didn't remember what had happened the night before, but the familiar, yet comforting, smell of his cologne lingered on the pillow, and she began to wonder if the imaginable happened.

Standing to her feet, she followed the inviting smell of coffee, seeing that a pot had been made with an empty mug setting next to it. Simon had left coffee for her.

Smiling to herself, she poured herself a cup before wandering to the sliding glass door that led to the patio, seeing Simon sitting in one of the rocking chairs facing towards the west, admiring the mountains. The smell of apple caught her attention as he had been sneaking a puff from her vape pen, noting that he had only said he smoke when he was "highly stressed." 

She crossed her arms over her chest, "Uh huh, I see how it is. You stole my vape instead of asking for it." 

"No, I cut you off because you were sucking on it like a pacifier," He shrugged, taking a long drag as he looked at her from over his shoulder, his eyes taunting her. "Can't blame you, though, it tastes good." 

She cocked her brow, "Mhm. You can have it. I'll go buy me another one." She giggled. 

"I'm just messing with you, love," He said, exhaling the cloud before handing it back to her. "How'd you sleep?" 

"Better than I deserve." She frowned, recalling briefly the moments from the night before. 

"Don't talk like that." 

She sighed, "Did we-"

"No," He shook his head, knowing her assumption. "I'd never do that." 

"What? Never have sex?" She scoffed, attempting to poke at him.

"No," He corrected. "I respect you too much to take advantage of you. "You were drunk. Threw up everywhere in the bathroom and you asked me to sleep next to you, so I did." 

"Oh," She nodded. "I-I'm sorry. I know that was probably out of your comfort zone-"

"I've been out of my comfort zone since I got on that plane," He admitted, looking at her from over his shoulder, watching her frown curl downwards more. He knew she felt guilty. "But that doesn't mean I haven't enjoyed it." 

"Really?" 

"If I didn't mean it, I wouldn't have said it," He sighed. "I don't mind coming out of my comfort zone once in a while." 

"Why's that?" 

A gut-wrenching confidence came over him. Truly, he was terrified to tell her how he felt of fear of rejection and guaranteed awkwardness, but another part of him was fighting his own insecurities and telling him that you'll never know unless you try.

"Because I'm comfortable around you." 

It wasn't enough for him to say, but it had to do for now. 

A wave of silence came over them, Simon waiting for her to curse him out and send him down the road at his partial confession. He waited for it, keeping his gaze forward as he talked himself into how he was going to make his way back home for the holidays. 

Instead, she was smiling at him, her chest tightening and her heart fluttering at his words. 

"I am, too," She replied, catching his attention rather quickly. "Care for me to join you for coffee?" 

"I got a lot I wanna say to you; You make me feel less lonesome than I ever used to..." 

Everlasting Lover replayed in his mind, relating each lyric to his own emotions, wanting to push them aside as this was all new territory for him. 

He cleared his throat, "It would mean the world to me, love." 

He watched her walk around the front of him as if she were going to the other rocking chair next to him. Instead, he found himself opening his arms to her as she lowered herself onto his lap, both legs dangling off the side of his right leg. Control yourself, Simon. Don't let her know so easily that she drives you wild. 

She was expecting him to push her off of him, but they both knew that one of them had to show a dominant move eventually, but Simon was glad it wasn't him as he felt he would fuck it up as it had been so long that he wanted a woman, but Kiera was the first woman he vowed to lay his life down for. He didn't know why, nor understood that it was this soon, but he didn't care. He knew what he wanted and he would go through Hell in Iraq just to get to her. 

And that feeling never boiled in his chest until now.

She wrapped her free arm around his shoulders to stabilize herself as she brought her mug of coffee close to her lips. He watched her, admiring every soft and intimidating feature on her face, watching how the morning sun made her hazel eyes turn a shade of forest green with some flakes of brown as her irises adjusted to the bright light. He loved how her gaze fixated on something on one thing she would choose to admire. Hell, he even loved the fine hairs on her face. She was textured. She was real. 

She knew he was staring at her, but she forced herself to ignore it as she assumed that he was getting a final look at her before telling her to fuck off, but they were both fighting their insecure thoughts about themselves. She couldn't help but blush, finding a poking one-liner to break the tension. "Take a picture. It'll last longer." She giggled, hiding her smirk by the mug of coffee, the print of the wild horses on the Montana landscape facing toward the sky.

"I will, when I get the chance," He hummed. "But I'll wait until I catch you eating or sleeping with your mouth wide open like you were this morning. Surprised a fly didn't land in there." 

He smirked at her glare. 

They were so comfortable together at this point, the pair of them fitting together like a puzzle. Both were tortured by their pasts, loyal to their country, had an interesting sense of humor, and a heart of gold. 

His heart couldn't help but thud against his chest as he looked at her, watching how her blonde hair moved with the slight gust of wind as if it were a field of wheat. So beautiful. 

"I'm not surprised." She giggled. 

"With a mouth that wide I'm sure you could pass for a bass," He snickered, his chest rumbling. "A proud trophy." 

"Yeah?" She scoffed. "Well let me just go jump back in the fuckin' lake." She smirked, acting like she were to get up, only to be stopped by his left-hand curling around her side, keeping her from doing so. 

"Don't do that." 

"Why not?" She replied, taking his tone of seriousness.

"It's too cold. Wait until summer." 

She laughed, "I can't fucking stand you." 

"That's right, you can't, because not only were you sitting on the floor last night, but now you're on my lap. Guess I just have that effect on you, love." 

"Yeah, right," She playfully rolled her eyes before looking down at her vape pen that was in his right hand. "Can I have my privileges back now? I'm sober." 

He sighed, "I guess." 

She took it from his hand, taking a much-needed drag from it, looking up to the sky before exhaling the vapor from her lungs. Even though he knew it was bad for her, he couldn't do anything to stop her...unless he hid it...but even then, he knew she'd buy another one, but either way, he thought it was hot to watch her smoke and down whiskey like a man. I'll be so fuckin' lucky, he thought. 

"So good." She hummed. 

"Yeah, until you get popcorn lung." He scoffed. 

"Well, just bring me the damn bowl and I'll enjoy it." 

"You're a rare breed, you know that?" He shook his head, taking the iPod he had been listening to from his jacket pocket and setting it on the arm of the rocking chair. "I've been listening to your playlist again." 

"Told you - you'd realize what you were missing." 

"For once, you're right." He chuckled, randomly shuffling the playlist to another Whiskey Myers song. I really like these blokes, he said to himself, although he hadn't heard the particular song yet. Turning it to a low volume, he knew it would help with any new tension between them. 

"Earthquakes and hurricanes; And slow movin' freight trains; Girl that's how you make me feel sometimes; Light up my broken dreams; You pick me up; And sure make me smile; And I would give anything to come dance around my memory for a while." 

He felt her hum along to the lyrics as she downed the last bit of her coffee, Simon taking notice and taking the cup from her hand and setting it aside on the small table that stood between the two rocking chairs. She grinned, leaning her head down to where her forehead was nestled against his neck, his natural warmth omitting the chill of the Wyoming wind from her skin. He rocked the chair slowly as his left hand came up to rest on the small of her covered back, daring to rub circles with his thumb. He had been so touch-starved that any type of contact felt nice. He didn't need intimacy to keep him happy. 

He needed her. 

And he absolutely despised the thought of them returning to the battlefield together, having to watch each other risk their lives to track down a terrorist. He was terrified of losing her, hence why he was so reluctant to open up even an ounce, but he didn't care anymore that he did, what mattered was that he felt what it was like to be loved.