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Still caught in their tight hug, I hear Mac sniffle. I pull back a little.
"Mac are you all right?" She nods, though the tears coming down her face belie that answer. I gently wipe them away with
my thumb, holding her face between my hands. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, that was just really beautiful. That's all. I mean…did you come up with that off the top of your head or
have you been thinking about it a while?" I blush for a moment.
"You really see all that in me?" Her question is hesitant. I smile at her.
"In you, I see roses, cherries, and honey. A few of my favorite things." She stares into my eyes again.
"Apples & Cinnamon." I tip my head in confusion. "That's what you smell like."
"You smell me?"
"You smell me, too. That's kind of obvious, since you just recited a poem about how my scent reflects on my personality."
She looks at me, daring me to contradict any of what she just said.
"Yeah. So." She steps back and crosses her arms.
"So, I was gonna kiss you, but not now. Nope, definitely not doing it now." I immediately start to recant my statement.
"Yes, I do take the time to smell a particular rose/cherry/pint of honey. It helps make my day." She uncrosses her arms
and comes closer to me.
" Let's be straightforward here. Do you want me?"
"Yes." I decide that simplicity is key.
"Do you love me?" She's afraid of the answer. I can tell by her protective stance.
"Yes, I love you." Simplicity may not have worked there. Thought I should say the words, for both of our sakes. A tiny,
little smile graces her sweet lips.
"Do you want to make love to me?" Oh, that's a trick question. Who doesn't want to make love to her? That should be the
question. Oh, God, I'm about to start blushing again. I shuffle my feet.
"Yes, please." She comes to stand in my personal space-bubble. Her mouth isn't quite touching mine, but if I moved forward
not quite three millimeters my lips would just… just brush hers. I move forward the minimum distance. Our lips touch
like two ships passing in a storm. I feel her breath as a gentle wind still strong enough to sway me.
It's wrong what they say. A kiss is definitely more than a kiss. A kiss is just the beginning.
God, she smells nice. I could get used to waking up and smelling that.
'Smelling me again, flyboy? Hope you like the perfume, because if I have any say in the matter, you'll be smelling it everyday
for the rest of our lives.' Mac smiles lightly at the thought.
"You know what they say, flyboy?" I grin at her obvious pleasure and decide to play along.
" No, ninjagirl, I've no idea. But I bet you'll tell me." She nods happily."They say, ' A kiss is just a kiss.
And you know what?" I know, but I shake my head anyway. "They're wrong, very wrong. A kiss is more than a kiss, especially
when you're kissing me." I raise an eyebrow and comes closer.
"How about when I do other things?" An eyebrow for an eyebrow.
"Guess, we'll see tonight. Unless you chicken out, of course. Think you got what it takes to pleasure a marine…squid?"
I feel a challenge coming on.
"Yes, marine, I believe I do." Oh, yeah, definitely a challenge.
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