#gotagastarwar

God, how he wanted her tonight.

Were Kurt’s burning longings too much for her? Too intense, too fast? A part of him wanted to stop and slow things down. Not rush things with her or scare her. He thought back to a time before the night terrors began. It had been a long time since he'd been in a place such as this. Since his skin had caught fire like this.

How did they even get here?

The sheet that covered his power tools became their bed on that cold wooden floor. In that moment, he regretted selling all his furniture. If he hadn't, she could’ve had a soft bed to lie on. But all logic escaped him when her body got on top of his and her voice moaned his name over and over. His hands were up in her hair as he devoured her with lips that starved. And he thought to himself, fuck—a floor or a bed has no significance to him.

Only she matters now.

Oh, God, how badly he wanted her tonight.

For a moment, she made the images of war leave him. Long-forgotten pleasures replaced the horrors. Bloodied battlefield hands became wrapped around her bare waistline. A cocked gun into two fingers in her mouth. Now, when he closed his eyes, it finally felt good. For once, after 5,654 days, it felt good. When she savoured his bottom lip and tear drops formed in his eyes. When she touched him in ways he himself never could. When she washed over him like water on a beach, each time her waves receded, he’d pull her even closer because he didn’t want her to go.

Oh, God, how much he needed her tonight.

Their voices became louder than the rumbling thunder outside his window. The swift storm approaching, hazing up window glass, coming in faster and faster.

Closer and closer.