I opened the door to the roof, and saw Connie leaning against the railing, looking down over the luminescent city below. She was quite beautiful, though I never had the guts to admit it to her. Her skin was a flawless caramel, and her hair was a dark brown; wavy, hanging over her shoulders and draping across her chest. Her eyes were like gems in the night, fading out even the brightest sun. That night she adorned a tight, white tee, camouflage cargo pants, and black combat boots. In battle, she was quite the badass.
The door behind me finally closed with a bang, and Connie noticed my presence.
"Haden, I don't want to talk to you right now." She told me, obviously implying that I should leave, but I wasn't going anywhere.
"You don't want to talk, ever." I informed her. She gave me a scowl.
"Did you come here to fight?" She challenged. I shook my head, making my way toward her. Her back was against the railing, both hands griping it tightly.
"I came here to apologize." I said. Her eyes softened and her grip loosened on the bar. I had felt like she was going to rip it off and use it as a weapon. I was now standing directly in front of her, looking down as I was taller.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told commander you weren't battle-ready, that was your decision to make. But..." I was nervous. If I said the wrong thing I feared that she might punch me, "You WERE injured. I just...didn't want to see you hurt."
Her eyes were now glassy. She smiled, "I understand." She told me. She hesitated, but slowly reached up and hugged me. I couldn't breathe. She felt so good. In response, I slowly wrapped my arms around her. The hug may have lasted too long, but I don't think either one of us noticed. Her face was dug into my shoulder; mine into her hair.
My fingers spread apart along her back, feeling the curve of her spine as I pressed my hand closer to her back. I could smell the shampoo that she used; roses. She smelt feminine, and beautiful. It had been so long since I'd had a beautiful woman in my arms.
Now, we were both well aware that the hug had lasted too long, yet neither one of us were willing to break it. Her hands had spread apart, and were now resting on my lower back, her face still dug into my shoulder.
I moved my face lower, my lips trailing along her smooth skin. She shivered. I lightly planted a kiss on the nape of her neck. Startled, she pulled away. I was dazed, momentarily taken over by desire and instinct. We both stood staring at each other for a moment.
"I apologize if it was too fast." I said. She shook her head.
"It's not that." She insisted while turning away from me. Right then, I saw something in her eyes that craved for something more. For some reason, my hand reached out. It lightly caressed her cheek, forcing her to look up at me. I smiled lightly. My hand moved from her cheek to under her chin. I lifted her head up slightly to face mine. Her eyes slowly drifted closed as I leaned in for the kiss.
It was light and tender, a soft movement of my lips against her luscious ones. Her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck. Her fingers tangled in my hair and pushed against my head, deepening the kiss, and forcing both mine and her mouth open. Connie moaned in approval against my mouth. Wanting the kiss to last forever, my tongue slowly slid into her mouth, hers came to greet me. Ours tongues began a dance of sex as she and I deepened the kiss to mold our mouths together. A deep, primal growl rose from my stomach, sending shivers down to my lower area, very aware that Connie's breasts were pressed to my chest, allowing me to feel her hardened nipples against the tight, thin fabric of her shirt and bra.
I broke the kiss and looked into her passion-glazed eyes. I pulled lightly on her hair, exposing her neck. I nibbled softly on her lush skin, trailing kisses from the nape of her neck to the break of her collar bone. Her head was thrown back in a wanting desire for more, her mouth open in a moaning cry. I met her lips once more to engulf her moan of sexual pleasure. My hands were now roaming everywhere from her cute ass to her round, full breasts. I found the hem of her shirt and reached a hot hand to come in contact with her smooth stomach. My other hand matched the movement and rose the back of her shirt to rest on the small of her back. She shivered, either from my touch or the breeze that now blew softly against her back.
My hands weren't the only ones roaming. Hers had also found the hem of my shirt, and was itching to feel what was underneath. Her hands, feeling like burning coal, were now pressed against my abdomen, feeling every inch of my rigid body.
But I had to end it there. I couldn't do her here. No, Connie deserved the best of what I could give, and that's exactly what I intended to do. I broke the kiss suddenly with my lips pressed against her ear. She moaned at my absence.
"Connie, sweetheart," I huskily whispered to her, "it can't begin like this. You deserve more than to be shanked right here and now." I told her. She just continued to kiss my neck, her fingers growing with curiosity as they roamed further downward. It took all my strength not to give in.
I held her face in my hands and forced her to look at me, "Connie, are you listening?"
It was like she woke up from a dream. Her lust-filled eyes slowly began to clear, and when realization seeped in, she ran off the rooftop. My hands still burned with desire, and for a second, I wondered if I'd made the right choice.
Three days after the kiss:
I hadn't gotten another chance to be alone with Connie. But now, we were all ordered to remain at a vacant motel for the time being. Every one of us had our own rooms for themselves. I just couldn't stop thinking about Connie. Every time I closed my eyes I envisioned kissing her, deep and slow. My dreams comprised of sexual scenes in which I would make love to Connie many times. Every time I looked at her, I lost all sense of what I was doing, and could only focus on the way her chest rose up and down when she had just gotten out of training, or the way pieces of hair would come free from the ponytail she wore during the morning run.
I groaned into my hands, and tried to rid myself of her image, focusing on the task at hand. We were to spend the night here, but I couldn't sleep knowing she was two doors down from me. I was about to resort to going down to her room and knocking on her door, when I heard a knock on mine.
