Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 37

Deciding that all of my frustration mainly came from the impossible situation we found ourselves in, it was probably best to get some sleep. I climbed under the parachute, pulled it up, and discovered it was just as cold under the fabric as outside. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Fuck… this was going to be a long night.

And then Chloe slipped under the makeshift sheets with me and snuggled up beside so that our shoulders were touching. “Turn around,” she said, nudging my arm. “Face away from me.”

I did, and she slid next to me—big spoon to my little spoon. Considering the fact that she was smaller than me and about 60-70 lbs less mass, it was less of a big spoon and more like she was Yoda backpacking me. Still… I couldn’t deny the effectiveness of her warmth against my back as we settled into silence. The parachute material wasn’t the most comfortable. Still, with one providing cushion on the ground with another over us as a blanket, trapping our body heat, I couldn’t deny that I was way more comfortable than I could have ever thought possible, stuck in the woods like this.

I doubt I could have done it without Chloe.

“Thanks,” I said into the darkness. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chloe said, her voice trailing in from the darkness behind me. “It’s what you pay me for.”

“Yeah,” I said, lapsing into silence that persisted for a minute and a half.

“You did great today,” Chloe broke through the silence. “Most people wouldn’t have displayed that level of capability today.”

“Are you kidding?” I asked, rolling around to face her despite barely seeing anything. “I would’ve ended up dead several times over if it weren’t for you. I definitely wouldn’t have been able to find Astrid.”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “But this isn’t my first time escorting civilians through dangerous situations. Almost all of them would have been killed still hanging from a tree.”

“I got lucky,” I said.

Despite only being able to make out the faint outlines of her face, I could sense amusement radiating from her. “I’ve seen well-trained soldiers get less lucky than you. Sure… there’s a component of luck involved, but you also handled yourself well. Despite your hands being torn up, you managed to find me and help me get free. I would probably be dead if it weren’t for you, and you’ve had almost no formal training.”

I knew what she was doing. She could tell that I was bothered by her being so much more capable than me, and she was doing what she could to make me feel better about myself. I was grateful.

By this time, we’d been lying in the dark long enough that my eyes had adjusted to the dark about as well as they ever would. I could barely make out the shape of her face—her sharp jawline, perfectly-sized Roman nose, sharp cheekbones, and lips that weren’t too thick or thin with a shallow philtrum that made them look a little fuller than they were. We were lying here in the dark, half-dressed in a cold climate, and her face was agonizingly close to mine. I could feel her breath on my face as we stared at each other. There was no scent of wintergreen or peppermint; all that remained was her slightly musky, organic odor that came from a natural, healthy, very real woman.

I became very aware of her hand on my hip. When had that gotten there?

The whisper of her legs across mine…

I wanted to kiss her. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her badly.

I was cold and hungry. I could feel the faint gnawing in my stomach signaling the need to eat, but there was a deeper, richer hunger that had been slowly digging at me for the past month, and as I lay next to this stunning woman, I could feel it trying to tear free and consume this woman.

Which was laughable. There was no doubt in my mind that Chloe could eat me alive, and part of me wanted her to—a huge part.

Her fingers flexed on my hip, the tips digging slightly into my skin so faintly that it almost didn’t register. One of them—maybe her thumb—lightly caressed me.

“You should turn around,” Chloe whispered.

She sounded the same as always, but I could detect something that suggested there was a reluctance in her suggestion. “You sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

I stared at those lips I could barely make out in the dark, barely able to hold myself back from just leaning in and tasting them. They had to taste as good as they looked… as they smelled. There was only one thing holding me back, though. I was ninety-nine percent sure that if I made a move on Chloe, whatever door of opportunity was left ajar would be slammed in my face for good. I couldn’t have vocalized why… I just knew there wouldn’t be another if I did anything at all in that moment.

Wordlessly, I rolled away from her, leaving half a foot between us as I adjusted my position on the semi-comfortable bed. A few moments later, I felt her scoot against me and drape an arm over my waist. Her breasts were pressed against my back, and I could feel her breath on the back of my neck; it was all driving me crazy. I had become accustomed to a certain standard of living, and being stranded out in the forest with the Ice Queen meant that for the first time, I was going to go more than twenty-four hours without sex. When was the last time that had happened? Probably when I was unconscious after Vegas.

“Try to get some sleep,” Chloe murmured. “It’ll be easier that way.”

What would be easier? Sleeping on an uncomfortable bed? Having to choose between the chill and the scratchy blankets? Or was she referring to the fact that my dick was as hard as diamonds while her forbidden body was pressed up against mine for warmth?

I never got an answer to that question. My eyes were already growing heavy, and just as my consciousness was starting to fade, I realized how dog-tired I was. Before I knew it, everything went dark.

______