June: June watched him, waiting for his answer though he wouldn’t look at her when he spoke. She stayed quiet, letting the silence sink in. Slowly, she sat up and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her hand guiding his face to look at her. “You are the first person I have ever trusted fully. Even before all of this nonsense. I love you and if you love me…that is all that matters.”

Rick: After she’d crawled over him, steered his face up towards her own, Rick loosely looped his arms around June’s waste in a lazy fashion. He couldn’t break contact with her like this. “I do love you…” He breathed soft, his right hand rubbing up and down the flank of her back. “more than anything… anyone.” Flag bowed his head forward and set his forehead against the doctors collar. He gently nuzzled there, hold around her growing a bit more firm, and the man let out a small sigh. “It means a lot to know.. you trust me.” Even still, considering who he was, but Rick didn’t mention that.

June: Feeling his arms around her gave her a sense of security that she longed for, even just for a moment. However, it would of been a moment she lacked if it wasn’t for him. Her hand stroked the back of his neck, her head tilting a little as she listened to him speak. “I didn’t have much of a choice.” She poked fun at him lightly since she had to trust him since he was the field leader of the task force they were both drafted in. She squeezed him a little as his hold on her became more firm. “You are the kind of guy I’d never go for in my life but you proved me wrong.” She told him softly, placing a small trail of kisses along his cheekbone, his facial hair tickling her soft milky skin.

Rick: Rick let out a small groan like huff and lifted his head just enough to look into the doctors eyes that hovered from above. “The others don’t trust me…” And why should they? “hell, Waller doesn’t… Batman himself–and now… my crew.” It wasn’t often Rick spoke his mind but he was getting more accustomed to doing so around June. She wanted to know, didn’t she? Expected it from him at this point. The corners of his lips wrinkled as a smirk stretched over his lips, her kiss landing on the imperfection and other slight blemishes along that skin. Such small innocent gestures brought Rick peace of mind. He wasn’t sure what he liked more from June; her usual caring side or that daring frisky one that had come out more and more each day. Perhaps both. A combination. June… as a whole. Who she was before, who she was now, who she would surely become. “Thanks?” Rick repeated her early statement, like an echo, but a twinkle revealed in his eye afterward. “Is it my hair? The job… or my /winning/ personality?”

June: She offered him a small soft smile of sympathy before she spoke. “Waller doesn’t trust anyone. They don’t trust anyone. I’m sure you are still learning to trust them. To trust me even and that is okay.” June assured him. “I can’t tell you much because I am not the leadership kind of woman but what I do know is that you wouldn’t be the leader if they didn’t think you were up to task.” June told him, confident in his skills. “I mean…your the all American crude typical macho guy. It just wasn’t what I expected but I’m sure you feel the same.”

Rick: Somehow, her response put Rick’s concern into perspective. Richard grinned, in a weak way, yet it still reached his eyes. “You really are a genius, June…” He thanked her with a warm gentle kiss, which lasted more than a few brief seconds. “… Do you think I can handle this…?” It was a dangerous question. Rick trusted his abilities–knew he would die for the cause; to protect another life. He found it difficult to believe he was still alive after a lifetime of this.. but maybe his journey, trail, meant to bring him right here. To June’s embrace. If Flag were a more fanciful guy, maybe he’d actually believe that destiny stuff. “Crude?” He snorted. “I’ve been nothing but a gentleman to your pretty lil’ ass.”

June: “I try.” She responded with a shrug before she smiled back at him, her lips meeting his, pushing them against his with confidence, wanting to feel the pressure of him against her. “You’ve done it so far.” She murmured, adjusting herself on his lap. “I think that if you want it to work then you will make it work. You won’t take no for an answer.” She assured him. She laughed as her cheeks changed colour as he spoke to her. “My point exactly.”

Rick: Kissing the doctor felt good–too good, considering June sat right on his lap. A position that thrilled him but also put him at ease at the same time. It was incredible to be desired in return. Even after all this time. Not to say they’d been intimate very long, but weeks could feel like an eternity to the soldier who was used to trading out scenery, tasks, people day after day. Nothing looked the same, not in ages, not since his mother died and Rick had no reason to go back to that place he’d scarcely known as ‘home’. But June was still here… and so much time had past, for him. Was she real? Had Enchantress put him under a spell? Richard was moved by her words and used his hands to pull the girls hips closer to his own before sweeping his lips affectionately over the point of her chin. “I’m not strong enough to say no to you, though…” He said on a murmur, moved by the laughter that rang in his ears and caused her body to shake against him. Rick… didn’t want to let this go.

June: June shifted as close as she could in the current position, always enjoying having such a closeness with the man who often made a point to try and seem unreachable as much as she tried to make a point of seeming unattainable to everyone and unreachable. She smiled softly as he said he could never tell her no. “I know. Otherwise you wouldn’t be getting any of this.” She teased him lightly before she flipped some stray locks of hair away from her face. “You will be fine. I know that no matter what.” She kissed the top of his head before looking back at him.

Rick: Another chuckle escaped Richard, “Are you calling me easy, doc?” He asked before his upper lip drew the lower one behind it. His heavy lids shut when June set a caring peck in his hair. It caused the man to let out another easy breath, shoulders losing some of their constant tension, and that rest he’d always avoided coming back with a vengeance. He combated the comfort and raised one of his hands to cup her delicate throat, drawing the other side toward his open mouth where Rick began kissing, lightly sucking, the skin that met with his own. Sometimes the physical sort of affection seemed to be the best avenue of expressing himself. How she put him at ease and drove him up the wall all at once.

June: Lips parted as laughter filled the room, her hands rubbing into his shoulders. “Yeah I am. I came out of a drug induced coma and was still able to get you into my bed. Naked.” She teased him, speaking about the first time they had gotten past the stage of being anything but lovers of some sort. “You are my bread and butter when it comes to that.” She joked, easing into him naturally as his mouth made contact with her neck. “No branding, remember.” June said to him. Just cause they were together didn’t mean everyone else knew and it just didn’t look good if she was walking around with marks all on her neck.

Rick: Rick pursed his lips and gave a heavy nod, “Yeah.. you actually have a good point there, babe.” Maybe he was easy, but could anyone blame the man? “Bread and butter, hm.” He chuckled, fond of the very Southern turn of phrase. She came closer and Rick’s arms were not far behind, bracing her in place out of impulse. His blunt teeth grazed the moistened skin after she denied him. A subconscious display of the frustration he felt deep down about the situation they were in. Yet, it was a bit exciting–to be restrained. “I could mark you up in other places…” Rick thought aloud. “get creative.”

June: June shook her head a little back at him before she spoke up. “I am just messing with you. You aren’t awful though.” She said to him. A small gasp escaped from her lips as she almost felt his teeth sink into her neck and she was edging close enough to just let him do it and to hell with everyone else. However, she also knew that it would be something she would regret after. “What did you have in mind?” She asked quietly, different from before when she would deny a request like this completely.

Rick: “I like it when you pick on me… 'cause I know you don’t do that with anyone else. Makes me feel special.” He smirked in a boyish manner, silly even, quite aware that his logic wasn’t very sensible. What part about love was ever sensible? The noise that left her only egged Richard on as well as her question that plainly gave away her curiosity. “Giving you the sort of care I meant to… before you were begging me to fuck you good.” His own heart skipped a beat as he spoke in such a way. It wasn’t common practice. Yet he didn’t take it back and instead removed his hand from her neck and pressed the tips of his digits against the girls lower lip seductively. Possessive, even.

June: Her eyes rolled a little back at him as she looked at his face. “I don’t pick on you. I am just giving you my own brand of tough love. Besides…bread and butter isn’t bad. Nothing out of the ordinary.” June’s back arched a little as she listened to him speak, her cheeks flushing as he spoke to her. She watched his long finger tug down her bottom lip, her mouth going slightly dry from the small amount of nerves she got around him when it came to that same strange feeling. “You wonder why I call you so vulgar.” She murmured against his fingers, her breath slightly shaky. “Are we going to be okay? Because of the act?”

Rick: “Not bad at all..” He admired the bend of June’s back, her body seemed always be drawn to him these days–more than before. She didn’t seem upset by his turn of phrase or the way his fingers played with her. With a small huff Rick said, “I think you like coaxing that side out of me.” It wasn’t so hard to get Rick there when he desired the girl so. He questioned caused him to withdraw some, his hand swayed back to her cheek. “… A lot of things are going to change.” Rick said, honestly. “I’m not sure what’s gonna happen, but… if we’re on the government side we at least don’t have to hide. I won’t leave you.”

June: “Whatever gets the task done, hm?” She teased him before she bit her lower lip a little as he spoke again. “You have a point. I like adventure. I like our adventure between the sheets.” She humored before she leaned back a little. “But…I get it but still. I just wished this thing would go away. We already have people poking their noses in our lives and I don’t want anyone to start asking me questions or asking us to round up those who don’t want to sign. Our lives revolve around the government and everything so much already, I don’t want it to take over.”

Rick: “Oh trust me… I like it too.” Rick chuckled before sobering, “It’s just a part of what I like about you. One of many parts.” His hand trailed further to bury his fingers in her long brunette hair. It was difficult to listen to June’s fears, for once, because they were what Rick believed would happen to their world. Very soon. “… So you’d be upset if… I was sent out there to do just that? Capture the rebels.”

June: June looked down once more before she offered him a smile that was touched by sadness. “I don’t know how I feel. What I do know is that if we aren’t happy with the position we are in, how are they going to think they are going to be happy if we aren’t?” She asked him. Of course she was okay so to speak but it wasn’t like they were in the best of situations. “We are asking them to sign every personal detail over. Probably down to what toilet paper they use.”

Rick: The statement was shocking. Rick completely empathized. He was caught up as seeing these people as guilty vigilante’s who played with fire, but they still were people; who had rights. Getting trapped by the government might just put them in Rick’s shoes, the squads, June’s… whether or not they deserved that Rick wouldn’t wish such a fate on his worst enemy. Now, what choice did he have? If he was given orders… “I… I don’t know…” Flag admitted, for a change, rather than filling space with another weak excuse of an answer. “Unlike you… they understood what they were getting into. 'weren’t just whisked away and marked out of the blue. This has been building up for years.”

June: “I know and I get it. I have to admit, if I had the choice, I’d sign up too. There is no way I could be left to run around, doing whatever I wanted when I have the power to change the world.” June murmured before she finished her explanation. “Some of them chose to do this. Some of them didn’t have a choice. It is just…it is a case-by-case thing but we can’t really do that when there are so many of us.” She then shook her head. “I’m sorry. You wanted to watch a movie and we were getting…it just worries me that this seems like something right yet I feel like some sort of storm is brewing.”

Rick: Concern filled his features and while June apologized Rick shook his head gently. “Don’t be sorry… don’t ever be sorry, June.” He truly appreciated hearing all of her thoughts, worries. It was better for June to be open with him, at least someone, than to keep it all inside. Like she did before. “Honestly… I shouldn’t support this act.” Rick muttered. “… It takes away fundamental freedoms, and with Waller… the loss of human rights could be catastrophic.” He sighed. “But I can’t turn against the country. What I can support is that the act will protect others. It’s trying to stop the destruction and anarchy. Bring back order.”

June: June nodded as she understood where he was coming from. However, it raised a question in her head and she felt maybe he would understand, being a man of an army. “This could bring all that up though, couldn’t it?” She then thought that if it did escalate, would Rick be put in the frontlines against them all or even worse; the witch. “I mean, you cannot be the only one who knows it. This could start a war.”

Rick: He grinned slightly, in a melancholy way, and rubbed June’s back again with care. “… Hasn’t it already?” Rick thought aloud, the question more rhetorical than anything. “This just… really isn’t the sort of war I want to be apart of, but… this is going to change everything.” He emphasized. “If I’m part of this we just have to hope it’ll end in some compromise. We all want what’s best.” Rick had to believe that. “My duty is to save the world, people, not destroy it.”

June: She let out a small sigh, knowing the predicament they were in was far more complicated than just being the black and white paper and words of the Registration Act. It would mess with their lives. She looked back at him, a weak smile back to his grin, unable to hide her concern. It was like they were living the end of days and the only thing she had to hold onto was him. “We won’t change though.” June wanted to say it as a question but she would refuse to let what was happening affect him and her. Not when he had came to mean so much to her.

Rick: Toward the troubled smile and statement that followed Rick pulled June close again. “No…” Rick could at least attest to that. Not much had changed for the man since he was born, June was the first–and even with her in the picture… she only ever encouraged the best out of Flag. He wouldn’t stray. The only thing they had to fear between them was Enchantress and even so, she would have to be called upon to do any damage. “I love you, June.” That was never a fact he’d taken lightly.

June: Her brows creased as she looked away from him again, uncertain more than ever what the future held for the both of them but she couldn’t predict anything. Perhaps as the Enchantress she could but that was too risky since she could ruin everything as she liked to. Now more than ever she had a problem with Rick. She wanted to settle the score of him knocking her out when she was vulnerable. “I love you too.” Her voice was soft as she leaned back into him to take his lips to her own.

Rick: Part of Rick wanted to know what horrible thought filled June’s head as she turned her cheek away from him and the other part knew better that to wish or ask. There were many commonalities that brought the pair together, but a few vast differences created a dark rift between. June couldn’t fully grasp what it was like to be a life-long military man in his position and Rick couldn’t imagine what it was like to carry that thing, alone, just as she did day after day. On both sides; there were good reasons why neither of them truly said everything. Rick knew they wanted to protect one another–even if that was from themselves. The water beneath their bridge was forgotten once June whispered her same promise back to him and Rick was ready for the kiss. His loose hold grew even tighter around his girl, full arms wrung around protectively, still-possessive. The movie rang in the background, but beyond that he listened to the doctor breathing, the slide of skin against skin.

June: Hands rested upon his chest, feeling the soft pitter-patter of his heart under her fingertips. Feeling his chest move up and down, muscles retracting as he breathed out. “What do you want to do now?” She asked him. Though the movie had been playing, they had not been paying too much to the movie.

Rick: Rick sighed after June asked. He wasn’t sure, “'just to be with you.” While he could. “Like this. … Is it enough?” Even after learning so much about one another, spending time together, Rick still found concern in how amusing he was in the doctors presence.

June: “It is.” She murmured, shifting down him so her head could rest on his right pec. “I just don’t want to lose it all. All that grim stuff I constantly think about.”

Rick: Rick’s back propped against the wall behind him, making for ideal support and angle for June to settle against. “'just don’t keep it locked up, alright? You can tell me anything, June..” The soldier offered. “I can’t imagine talking with those therapists does you much good.” He didn’t believe Waller was interested in deporting Enchantress from June–if she even could–that kind of power was attractive to the human. She’d rather keep June on a leash indefinitely. Could care less about her youth… happiness.

June: June shook her head. “I sound like a broken record and nothing I say is going to change anything.” She murmured, her inner torment always getting in the way of something. “He is trying to convince me that apparently I am schizophrenic because of the magic and that the whole…transformation is my powers manifesting in my split personality to cope with that. How ridiculous does that sound? He uses magic to explain but does not believe my explanation about magic. It sounds stupid even saying magic.” June added on the end with slight frustration. She was a woman of science and magic was just hocus pocus to her.

Rick: Though June appeared clearly frustrated, Rick couldn’t contain a short laugh, “That really doesn’t make a lick of sense… Why are they trying to convince you of something like that? Was it Waller’s idea?” He’d meant to ask a number of times before, now seemed like an appropriate time.

June: “No idea. He thinks it is completely psychological and it isn’t. It doesn’t work like that it just…” She let out a frustrated sigh. Not only did she have to put up with possible being possessed by a witch goddess but those who thought it was just a get-up like a her supervillan costume or that was when Moone was off her assumed meds.

Rick: The change in her voice caused Richard to sober and he finally mentioned, “I guess I just hoped that… you would get real help. After I found you. I’m not a scientist, or doctor, but there are smart people at work making your situation miserable when they should be trying to figure out how to get that thing out of you.” As if Rick needed another reason to feel bitter towards their director.

June: “They know how to stop her for now until she outsmarts them.” June said quietly. “I need someone who is mystical I guess and I hate saying it. This is beyond science.” She said before looking at him. “I’m afraid she is planning something. She wasn’t the only one in that cave and whatever else was down there, I’m sure it is something she wants.”

Rick: Mystical. The very word seemed foreign to Rick. Enchantress was the most /mystical/ creature he’d ever encountered, yet that would probably be the last word he would use to describe the entity. “Have you found anyone capable of such a thing? In our data bases…” Rick asked. His eyes met the doctors as she spoke, fear quaking with each word, “Like what…? What could that thing need? She’s already powerful.”

June: “Not that I know of. I don’t know anyone who has dealt with possession accept so called priests. My life is like one big horror movie.” She muttered a little bitter. “Not without her heart. That is why she looks the way she does. She is still very powerful but without her heart…I think she may have a limit. A very high limit but still a limit. There was something else there though. Another idol. I’m sure it was something to do with her but I have never gone back.”

Rick: Rick went quiet for a spell, ran a hand over her hair, before muttering, “And I’m the worst part, right?” He grinned, though it was slight. “She wont get a hold of that thing.” Rick knew how Waller had that old root set up; fool proof. It was surprising to learn the archeologist herself couldn’t be sure of the rest that was buried alongside Enchantress. He shifted, as if the reestablish his hold on June, “I won’t allow you to go back to that voodoo cave anytime soon.” Rick wouldn’t dominate or make decisions for June, but going back to what started all of this for her seemed like a bad idea.

June: “No, you are just your mission.” She humored at his previous task as being the one to watch over her in case she did get a little witchy. However, they never really spoke and perhaps only exchanged the odd word and the rare lingering gaze before they spoke in that room. “I don’t know. I just wished I had some idea of what she was planning. The heart I know she would want back. Who wouldn’t? However, that other idol didn’t mean anything to me but now…I don’t know. It is like deja vu.”

Rick: Rick gave a nod, mind seeming to whirl with thought, solutions. It was unsettling; to be heard by Enchantress, while knowing nothing of her own intentions. June was right, the next time Enchantress was released her plot may come further into fruition. “Is it another entity like her? Some magic wand?” He flicked his hand once in a gesture. “… So long as it stays buried, like Enchantress, we can keep the matter in check.”

June: June laughed as he flicked his wrist like he was Harry Potter or something of the sort. “I’m assuming so. I have studied the limited knowledge I have on them and from that briefing pack. It is called the Incubus. Apparently whatever it is and the Enchantress come as a pair. No doubt she wants whatever it is.” She then fell into thought. “Rick, she is going to do something. I know she is. I just don’t know what but I have a feeling it is either the heart, the other idol or both. She is content with our…agreement but she isn’t one to settle either.”

Rick: His gaze fell downward and Rick took each word June shared as a sort of gospel. Out of everyone here, save, perhaps, Amanda, June had the best idea of what Enchantress truly was. “… She probably feels like a prisoner, just like you.” If only Rick could actually feel sympathy towards the monster. His girlfriend seemed to have enough sympathy to share between the pair, so Richard didn’t bother putting himself out–not after the betrayal Enchantress consciously committed. “… You really think you’ll let her out again?”

June: “She did it to herself.” June couldn’t help be angry about it. If she wasn’t such a savage, then they could work in tandem with one another but the Enchantress wasn’t happy with that. She wanted all or nothing. Constantly testing her limits with June to see if she could influence her to say the magic word. “It is inevitable isn’t it?”

Rick: At least June didn’t take pity in Enchantress’ circumstance. It was the first time Rick had seen her speak so bitterly about about someone else. “… Only if Waller needs to use her.” Rick traced June’s chin so she would look up toward him instead of fester. “Use you…” His forehead nudged against hers and he sighed. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, squeezing her near.

June: “I’ve come to accept it.” She murmured, her head tilting to look up at him. “I mean, despite how much I hate it, it is logical. If you can have someone like Superman around and you can keep them under your thumb. It makes sense to use them to fight your war when you have someone who can end everything as you know it. It is a logical battle tactic.”

Rick: “Fighting for our cause doesn’t interest her, and… if she gets ahold of what she’s after, like you said–” He paused for a brief moment, “I told Waller from the start. This is work for myself and special ops. … Some of the squads proven to be useful by now, but… at what cost? If it all takes a turn.”

June: “I know but Amanda doesn’t care about things like that.” June murmured as she stroked his chest. “She knows what she wants and no offense but a team of special ops isn’t it. She wants an army of metahumans and she has got it.”

Rick: After a moment, a snarky smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. “A war was imminent. With or without this damn registration act comin into play.” With a spare hand, Richard rubbed his eyes before dropping it back in place along June’s shoulder. “I’m not scared of war… all I care about is keeping you safe. We’ll just have to watch this unfold. Be prepared.”

June: June sat up as he spoke, looking at him, a look of concern on her face. “I know you mean well but we both know that what you want doesn’t matter to Waller or with the witch. I just don’t want her to make things worse. That would be the cherry on the top for how bad things are turning out for everyone. I feel sort of guilty in a way that we have this and some people out there are on the run.”

Rick: Richard watched her with a relaxed gaze. He supported her position. It was realistic. Unavoidable. The time would come when Rick would have to face Enchantress again. For better or worse. “I know you do…” He sympathized. “Some might see that as a weakness in you, June, but… you keep me strong–stronger.”

June: June smiled a little at him. Despite his usual front when he was working, underneath it all, he was a big softy so to speak. “Just be careful when it comes to them. Please? Don’t believe anything she says.” June urged, knowing that the reason the witch was so powerful besides her powers was the fact she was sly, cunning, ruthless. She was going to chew anyone up and spit them out to get her own way.

Rick: He smirked back, “You’re my lady… I listen to you, right?” Rick asked, playfully, pressing a kiss to to corner of her jaw before straying down again. “You’re the only part of this world that makes any sense to me anymore.” Tugging down her sleeve slightly, the soldier caught her exposed shoulder in his mouth, between teeth.

June: June could not help but smile back, loving the way he worded things to her, his lips pressing against the very corner of hers. “I’m possessed by a crazy witch that switches when we say the word and that makes sense to you?” She asked with a laugh, looking up at the ceiling as he worked on her shoulder, earning him a small gasp.

Rick: “'guess love really does make suckers like me crazy…” He hummed. “You’ll have to put me behind bars beside HarHar.” Rick preoccupied himself with working along the skin there. Space that would be hidden given the womans typical conservative attire.

June: Her eyes drifted close as she felt the vibration of his voice against her skin, falling weak to him to work his magic on her flesh. “Harhar? It sounds like your starting to like them.” She said with a soft laugh, knowing how Rick was initially hard upon all of them.

Rick: Taking a risk, Rick unfastened the first buttons from her blouse to expose the slightest bit of cleavage. However, his eyes didn’t stray. “I’m telling you.” He chuckled in a jokingly menacing fashion. “’m crazy.” With a tilt of his head Flag teased at the top of her left breast. Savored the fluttering heartbeat he discovered underneath.

June: June watched his nimble fingers pop the button up, her half closed lids looking back to him as he spoke. “Carry on the way you are going and I am going to have to use your full name to show how serious I am.” She said with a soft laugh again, her breath catching in her throat as his mouth was over her heart.

Rick: Rick’s chin rubbed against the slight lace of her simple bra as he pressed firm against June’s chest. Let out another faint hum as if to respond back to the constant beating. Another button was unfastened and Rick slipped a rough hand inside to fondle her lonely right breast. Still concealed beneath such soft material. He was addicted to the girl. He taste, smell, what she wore. The beauty beneath all of this–but not too deep, of course. A few marks bloomed where he’d worked and it was almost enough to satiate the hungry soldier.

June: June could feel the stubble of his beard upon her soft skin, gently scratching her. Her chest heaved up and down a little more as his mouth worked upon her, feeling his other hand run over her right breast. Her head tilted to the side as she closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan that seem to bounce off the walls.

Rick: Once Rick had formed a small trail of marks across her soft body he took the chance to undo the final buttons and shamelessly press the material off of her shoulders. The hitch of her breath caused the soldier to feel quite breathless himself but he grinned all the same, lax and pleasant before tugging and abandoning his own dark tee. It was only fair to keep things even. A more tender longing appeared in Flag’s eyes and he stole kisses from his girlfriends lips that matched this emotion. After, he whispered, close, hand once on June’s breast cupped along her jaw, “Pants. Off.”

June: June pushed her chest forward and arched her back so the shirt could peel off her skin easier before she tossed it out of the way. Her lithe body melted on his rough touch, always enjoying things when he took control. She moaned softly against his skin, her hands quickly tracing over his firm body, feeling every scar. Running over every tattoo. As he told her what to do in least words possible, she was quick to undo her jeans, leaning off him for a moment as she pulled the denim off and again tossed them across the room.

Rick: Cool fingers swept across the semi sleeves of his upper arms–some tattoos ancient my now, and the most recent still years old. Like the marks Rick left on June, they were designed to be concealed on the job on account of his professionalism. Her apparent admiration for these markings, and scars that could be found atop most major points of his body–some quite unflattering due to burn or shrapnel–left the soldier both nervous and exhilerated. There was no way of knowing if the young woman would be capable of accepting the truth, history, permanently woven into his skin. Not really. Not till now. She seemed fascinated, attached, the same way Rick responded to her body, a perfect shell that remained marked but only from the inside rather than out. Until now… He witnessed her obedience, so eager. Once the jeans were abandoned the soldier didn’t waste much more time with her upper body. Taking hold of her thighs, hips, Rick tugged her toward him. His mouths treatment at her shoulder, harsh and soothing all at once, translated over to the girls inner thighs. He started with the right and progressed further down purposefully. Till the side of his cheek and jaw were consequently sliding against the base of her underwear for traveling so deep.

June: Shivers ran down her spine as she melted under his touch. It was like she was ice and he was making her melt between his fingers. His calloused fingers gripping soft milky skin. “I love it when you take charge.” June admitted between breaths, feeling herself falling surrender under his touch. The soldier who was also a lover. Like making love was a war and she loved being his casuality.

Rick: A chuckle slipped from Rick’s lips, hot air puffed against her sensitive skin, “Taking charge is what I do best.” He said, as if that were obvious, and yet 'taking charge’ with June didn’t feel as taxing as field work. This was a joy. “Being with you… I’m the luckiest guy on earth.” Before June could mention all the reasons he shouldn’t feel that way, Rick sunk his hot mouth over her sweet center that remained covered by thin panties. The dampness of his tongue added to what had already began to collect from beneath. Fuck–“You taste so good, baby.” He nearly groaned. “You smell so good too.” Rick couldn’t stand it. He pulled down the material.

June: A small sound of humor escaped her lips. She loved he was a leader but in the moments they were alone, she saw that he was a leader because it came naturally to him. Before she could remind him that she was servely screwed up, damaged and all of the above, his hot mouth placed over her womanhood. She let out a sharp gasp, her eyes closing as her back arched off the sheets. She couldn’t even respond to his words as she lifted up a little to help him remove her panties.

Rick: The moment they’d been tugged off her ankles Rick returned, brushed her soft fuzz aside, and wrapped his lips right between the bright, slick, pink labia that framed her sex underneath. He lapped his tongue carefully upwards over June’s opening. Collected that sweet nectar he’d been eager to try all this time. Afterward, all of his talent and effort went to stimulating her clit. On account of June’s earlier fit of writhing, Rick’s arms curled under her legs–just where ass met thigh, and palms came to fold around hips and stomach. Not to restrain June much, but enough to keep his head in place, if she were to move he’d want it to be toward his mouth.

June: Never had she experienced this before. It was new to her and she wasn’t 100% why someone would do this or why girls in magazines spoke about it sometimes. However, as his mouth clamped onto her moist womanhood, it was like the gates to heaven had opened. Never had she felt something so passionate. Sure sex and kissing was but this was like a different expression of intimacy. Her body trembled as she struggled to keep still as moans kept tearing through her, feeling his tongue and the stubble of his beard against her.

Rick: The response of her body, the sounds ripping through her, gave Rick incentive to continue. Not that he had any intention to slow or stop before hand. It would be flat out cruel to do so now and he was just as into it. Breath continued to come out thick and hot while he swiveled his tongue and tilt his head in different directions. He rolled around and flicked her clit, eyes on the girl all along, and naturally if such care and attention weren’t completely targeted on his girl Rick would have noticed the strain on his own member. But she was so beautiful this way. Relieved, all troubles set aside, all logic. And he made her feel this way. One arm moved to find June’s hand and he held to the tips of her fingers for a moment. With one last, long, tease to her clit his jaw dropped open so the tongue could finally dip inside the girls all encompassing heat. Rick’s eyes rolled back behind his lids from the flavor and sensation.

June: Her hands spread out across her bedding, grabbing the sheets as Rick mercilessly ate her out. Her chest heaved and fell as she panted almost as he continued his actions. It was then she felt his tongue dip in and she had to try and restrain bucking hips as he held them. However, the odd one did slip through. Her bottom lip quivered from desire wanting him to give her everything he had.

Rick: Oh, Rick would have smirked, if he could, the moment that buck jolted against his mouth. His nose was bumped as a result but he hummed through the simple pain to bury even deeper into his girl. The hold to her fingers slipped away, both large hands sliding back to her rear where they gripped a bit firmly. By now, the soldiers jaw pulsed from the strain of hanging open, moving, so constant and forcefully. It was a sign of how long it had been since he last tried this out–a reminder that he should do it more often to get those muscles working just right, strong, so he could keep up such work for hours if need be. Pulling his tongue out, possibly against June’s interest, Rick gasped and swallowed from the position. Once his mouth was cleared enough he whispered, “My angel.” and returned to her button that had noticeably grown three times its original size since they’d started. “Sensitive, aren’t you, babe?”

June: Never had she felt so weak and loved it all at once. The way he used his mouth to play with her like a finely tuned instrument and he was the expert in playing it Between her legs were soaking from her arousal and his mouth. She felt a little shy still about it, knowing that next time he was doing something that was serious or important, that she could picture him in this moment, doing the most naughty things to her. When he pulled out, June couldn’t help but let out a whimper, cheeks flushed as she sat up on her elbows. “Shut up.” She breathed. “I want it now.” She couldn’t hold back her desire any longer.

Rick: When she eased up on her elbows Rick nonchalantly knelt up on his knees and reached forward with his right hand. Pushed a finger inside to keep her the least bit satisfied as his tongue had retreated from its post for now. With the knuckle, the finger moved in and out, while the spare hand rose to Rick’s chin and lips to wipe any excess aside. After this, he leaned over the doctor, left arm bracing his weight at her side against the mattress. “Do you?” Something in him wanted to tease her more–however unfair that may be. “What would you do if I said no… force yourself on me, baby girl?”

June: June sank back a little as his nimble finger entered her opening, letting her squirm under his touch, becoming more stimulated as she was penetrated deeper with a little more force. She frowned however as he spoke. “I’m giving you an order, Colonel. I’m the mission. Now, tear me apart.” She said in the most seductive tone she could muster.

Rick: He bit his lip while watching her sort this situation out which was entertaining in itself. He admired her form while she squirmed and spoke so sternly. Like a jerk he let out a snort, “You’re not so good at that, you know.” Rick didn’t take the mocking far, of course, using his left hand to unbuckle and zip his dark trousers. After easing out a small sigh, and his hand from June’s warm entrance, he decided on a compromise for them. It didn’t take long to rip open a fresh condom and pull it over his length, but after Richard turned from his sitting position and leaned into another where he could lay back. Cock pointed firm, ready, “Show me how bad you want it, June.” It was a test, really, and if she wasn’t interested in the idea Rick would adjust–but it was too fun to test such waters.

June: She turned away a little, not out of annoyance but perhaps she had just made a fool out of herself in front of him which baffled her since he was just devouring her a second ago. However, hearing the familiar sound of his zipper and the belt of his jeans, soon as he finished his sentence, she took full advantage, not even giving him a chance to fully remove his trousers and boxers before she was on his lap, taking hold of the meaty rod. “You are going to tell me how bad you want it.” She countered, lowering herself so the head pushed against her entrance but she didn’t sink down on him just yet.

Rick: June’s immediate response left the soldier gasping. He hoped she hadn’t noticed, but wasn’t it so obvious? The teasing, roleplay, was fun and daring, but underneath it all Rick was still so weak for June. In every sense. He bit his hip as the challenge was offered, in spite of his own, and Flag liked it. As much as he enjoyed the girl whenever she walked right over him. That sort of behavior excited the man. He inhaled when June began to ease onto him–stopping short enough to hold him in place, the Colonel’s chest, stomach, already began to heave and flex out of fervor. “What if I do this?” He reached for her hips, ass, an innocent threat to pull her down himself, but Rick purposely moved slow should the woman want to reject the move.

June: A smirk come upon her features as she felt this new side that she didn’t know she had. One more like the witch but she was in control. For one of the few moments in her life as of late, it was like she was in control of something without struggling. Like she was in control of her lust, her depraved desires, her wants and she could choose to indulge in them. “I dare you.” She challenged him, wondering if he would actually do it.

Rick: Rick stared at her hips, where both hands lingered, but instead of pulling her down the palms wandered upward over her v-line, smooth stomach, too those ribs that seemed to poke out slightly while she arched. His eyes found June’s and he gave into her desire, “I want you, June. I wanna cum deep inside you.” Finding another happy medium, Rick let out a shivering breath and returned his hands to June’s waist to draw her onto his sensitive member. “You’re so wet for me, babe… so ready.” The heat surrounded him. Overwhelmed him.

June: Her womanhood slowly sunk down, devouring his length into her, her eyelids half closing as it was a mixture of pleasure but also relief as they stopped teasing each other and finally gave each other what they wanted. She removed her bra as she grinded her hips down onto his, already not getting enough of him. “Next time, you shouldn’t use one.” She murmured, in reference to the rubber. She knew that was certainly very risky and not just because of pregnancy but who was to say the witch didn’t try and pull something. Still, in the heat of the moment, it just encouraged her to take him.

Rick: Rick’s head knocked back against the sheets, jaw hanging open while breath escaped him and a calm pace. Calm, considering his position, how fucking good she felt. An audible moan pressed out of his reddened throat when June mentioned such a naughty idea, because it was enough to imagine he actually was riding her raw now. It astounded Richard to learn that June could possibly long for that, truly, but perhaps like so much else the lust was simply getting the better of the pair. Once she’d had a chance to adjust Rick met her halfway with every new sit, thrusting up, determined, to properly fuck the girl he loved.

June: If she never felt so out of control, it would be now that she was so in control of being out of control and it felt great. She felt a sense of something she never had before but something the Enchantress was only used to; dominance. It was like she could finally let go but also have a control over herself that she hadn’t had in a long while. She had lost so much so the fact she could choose to control something so powerful was a blessing. She braced herself on his shoulders as she rode him with rough passion, not able to get enough.

Rick: Each new interaction with the young doctor was more beautiful than the last. Rick could shoot right now if he reflected to much on the fact. Her body hungered for his and he empathized, completely, but it was so much more than that. Intimacy, sex, had quickly become their one outlet for temporary escape. Words, films, could only do so much, and they knew deep down how fiercely they cared for the other, but nothing… truly worked. Pushed aside every fear that lingered. Only this wild release. And Rick couldn’t handle his pleasure he felt. For a second time, it surpassed the first easily–he didn’t have to fear hurting June and they both lacked inhibition. They were free and comfortable. Without hang ups. Rick balanced her with his strong arms but once the heels of her palms pressed into his round shoulders the soldier let up on his last semblance of control and allowed both hands to slip and fall back against the swaying mattress. “June.” He moaned out, ass still rising to push his hot dick into her, “Fuck… sh–god..” There was no controlling the sounds escaping his full lips.

June: June tossed her hair away from her face, moans bouncing off the walls and echoing around. In a moment like this, she really didn’t care if anyone heard. Maybe she wouldn’t care if anyone walked in. It was like everything was on overload and she was loving every last second of it. Her bed creaked wildly as she bounced up and down on him, feeling him to push up to meet hers. As his hands fell back, she leaned forward, letting her hands meet his. One weaved between his own fingers while the other took his hand and put it over her breast, wanting Rick to drink every last drop of her body. As if to claim her as much as she was claiming him.

Rick: He weakly returned the hold to her hand and once the other was placed just where June wanted it he gripped down, probably too tight, while joining her in letting out another breathy moan. All along Rick’s eyes remained on June. A sight he couldn’t possibly forget. Fantasy in the flesh. He bit down on his lip and reached further up, to hold her slender throat, dragging June toward him till their lips were at most a foot length apart. “Cum for me, baby.” He muttered between heavy breaths. Both hands moved downward and gripped June’s ass roughly. Without fear of leaving bruises behind. Once more, Rick took control, and loyally bucked into his girl while rocking her body for her with experienced hands. After a moment of this Flag groaned, “I’m about ta blow.”

June: June felt herself be pulled down by Rick, hearing him mutter between his deep moands drove her to the edge as he assaulted her g-spot. As if by command, soon as she felt his finger press into her skin roughly on her ass, she reached her peak, feeling her orgasm tear through her even more aggresively than the time before, her body collapsing down onto him.

Rick: He came with her. Fitting his lower lip back beneath his dull teeth as the jolt broke through. Head light, world white, and nothing could beat that heat bursting between the pair. A weak huff left his nose and he shook from the orgasm. Once shed draped across him Rick knocked his head back and let out heavy gasps. He couldn’t see straight, didn’t bother opening his eyes to try to until time passed. The man reveled in such pleasure and security.

June: Pants were the only sound she could manage to make between small breaths as she felt him twitched violently inside of her before it slowly came to a stand still. They were now just very hot, tangled mess on her bed. After what seemed like forever, she rolled off him, letting his length come out of her as she lay next to him.

Rick: Only after June moved did Rick start to surface from the high, out of concern for her. With a turn of his cheek toward where he assumed she’d curled up Flag opened his eyes and saw her there. Hair a mess, cheeks red, but seemingly fine otherwise. “How…” He breathed, “how was that?” feeling limp and useless at the moment.

June: “You really want an after performance review?” June breathed out as she lay there, running a free hand over her face as she tried to regain her composure. She looked at the half dressed Rick, as she saw him in a similar state. “Looks like being miserable together and screwing each other is going to be our lives now.” She panted out as her breath started to come down to a regular pace.

Rick: He gently laughed to himself. Neither June’s short humor or the post-orgasm thrill helping matters. “I’m uh… just making sure.” Rick sighed, a lazy, boyish grin having lingered on his face while he watched her. A small 'hm’ left his chest, almost like he was clearing his throat too while recovering, and maybe hesitantly agreeing with the doctor all at once. “Does it look like that?” He found the energy to raised the hand closest to her and slid a knuckle over the woman’s warm cheek.

June: She laughed a little, still breathless. “Look at me. I think you did good.” She told him, patting his arm. “What else can we do?” She asked him, looking him over, seeing how much larger he was in comparison to her.

Rick: On her cue, Rick did a 'thorough’ sweep of June’s nude form with both eyes, the lazy smile turning cocky afterward, “More than good from where I’m sitting. Like… exceptional, or outstanding.” He ran the tip of his tongue over his sore lips thoughtfully before turning on his side and ringing and arm around her. “Other things… I did /try/ to watch a movie with you, doc.” Rick leaned down to kiss her shoulder harmlessly.

June: June smiled softly. “Sorry about the movie. It was my idea but, I had spontaneous plans in my head which I think turned out far better.” She humored before she rolled her eyes at him. “Of course you think you are outstanding.” She humored as Rick seemed rather pleased with himself. “Though, next time, it is going to be in your room. I am looking weird with putting sheets in the laundry all the time.”

Rick: “Don’t be sorry…” Rick replied in a coy fashion, as if he didn’t mind how things went–and really he didn’t. The soldier swept a hand over her hair. Tucking the strays behind June’s ear with care. “Oh. So you’re saying it wasn’t outstanding?” He asked, leaning onto his elbow casually. “I can deal with that…”

June: “I’m saying it to save you doubting yourself.” She joked back as she pulled a sheet over herself. “I’m not giving you the choice, soldier.” She laughed before she bit her lip, having an idea that was both hilarious and yet, maybe it would spice things up even further. Either way, she knew it was going to get a reaction which was what she wanted. “Maybe in your room I can wear one of your uniforms. Private Moone. Mission, to betray the Colonel and put him six feet under the sheets.” She laughed.

Rick: “Mm.” He hummed again, looking more alert, like himself, while grinning and rubbing a soothing hand up and down the line of her back. When June spoke so sure of himself, it did something to Richard, practically every time. Yet, she wasn’t finished, and her next thought caught him by surprise. Another laugh slipped through, causing his eyes to shut till the fit was through, “Your mission… should you choose to accept.” He joked back, with a narrator type voice, “What would your weapon of choice be, private?”

June: She laughed a little as he spoke, almost like a video game narrator to a dramatic fighting game. She stretched her limbs over him like a lazy cat, tired from all her playing. “I am playing on extra hard mode so no weapons. Just my hands. I am up for the challenge and if I die out there, please, let everyone know I did it for this country.”

Rick: He was content laying beside June this way. More than content. “Your honorable sacrifice wont be in vain…” The man smirked, setting a loving kiss on her lips, “you’ll be rewarded, handsomely.” He promised, suggestively.

June: She laughed against his lips before stroking his beard. “I think we are having too much fun with this idea.” She giggled, admiring him as she ran her fingers tips down his bicep. “I’m sure the reward shall be bountiful.”

Rick: “Never too much fun..” He teased warmly, adoring June for her laughter and touch. “Guaranteed. The whole squad will probably thank you personally.” The sheet over his body, Rick worked on kicking his pants off and tossing the worn rubber aside in the garbage can at June’s bedside. He wanted to remain here with her, not part from this embrace, relax and worry about the rest tomorrow.

June: June moved closer to him, not even bothering to go for a shower this time. She didn’t have the energy to start that just yet. “The squad would be thankful for me being your regular lay?” She asked, slightly confused by what he actually meant.

Rick: “Maybe they will… if you actually manage to distract me.” He explained, though the chances of Rick taking things that far–to effect the work that mattered most–weren’t so likely. The squad could never be taken lightly. He had to stay strong. “If I do end up six feet under in a bed, no one might see me–or us–ever again.”

June: “Work and pleasure are separate.” She pointed out though she had many marks to cover on her body now. “I wouldn’t mind that. Be nice to have our own little retreat. Even if it is a pillow fort or something.” She shrugged, finding it a little childish but the concept of them escaping the world together was a beautiful fantasy.

Rick: “Yes, ma'am.” He said, grinning afterward, knowing how much June despised using such a title against her. His hand settled at the small of her back, waist. “Where’d we keep a pillow fort 'round here? In the filing room…?” There was no judgment in his voice, though he played it like he was skeptical Rick really did like the idea. “Having a place like that would be romantic… and I think what I’ve got planned will work perfect for that.”

June: Her small hand pushed him a little as he called her the dreaded word that she hated other than that cursed E word. “Just cause I said the next time we decide for me to completely blow your mind again, doesn’t mean bedding me in your room is classed as a date.” June stated to him, not letting him get away with that before he even tried it with her.

Rick: He chuckled as he was shoved, it was the sort of response he’d hoped for. “I can neither confirm nor deny your speculation… 'cuz I ain’t gonna spoil the treat I have in store for you, baby, sorry.” Rick shrugged, as if there was no way out of this position.

June: She stared at him hard for a moment, to see if he would break but it didn’t seem to work. Still, it was bugging her. He had been on about this date thing for awhile but she never knew when or where it was going to happen. “Can I just not have a clue?”

Rick: Pursing his lips, Rick shook his head thoughtfully, “I haven’t tipped you off enough, smarty?” He was simply yanking her chain a bit. There was no hostility behind it. “How about you ask and I’ll say yes or no?”

June: “I hate guessing games.” She sighed, rolling onto her back as she looked at the ceiling. “I am a archaeologist because I have to know things. Not just guess around.” She said lightly before deciding to give into his wishes. “Is it something to do with good?”

Rick: Rick chuckled all the more as she turned salty, “It’s not so much guessing, more… developing a hypothesis.” He used lingo a doctor might hear throughout school or in the field, wondering if it might impress June. He considered her first questions and answered, “I will be feeding you–” Then he remembered his own rule, “Yes.”

June: “Of the old ancient man.” She stated, poking fun back at him. “Feeding me food and not you, right?” She had to make sure he wasn’t just trying to make a crude joke at her expense.

Rick: “Sure, and you’re the scientist, fascinated with this old ancient man, and gonna spend five years exploring and writing aaall about me.” He shot back with raised brows. Rick tilted his head, as if this question wasn’t a fair one, “One of those… would be entirely up to you.” Obviously, the rule was broken again, but he wondered if she’d let him get away in this case.

June: “Five years? From what I know, there isn’t much intelligence on you as you would like to think. Just your favourite parts to show off.” She joked back at him. “Not fair. You said yes or no. If I have to play by the rules so do you, Colonel Flag.”

Rick: “My favorite parts… are your favorite parts.” Rick replied in a deep voice. “That research of yours may never reach a conclusion.” Ducking forward he stole a kiss to her collar bone for effect. “Ugh… alright. Next one then, I swear.”

June: “It means the investigation never ends and I find that is usually the best part of my work.” She smiled as she used her free hand to push more of her hair back. “Okay okay. Well, is it it something fancy?”

Rick: Flag’s heart fluttered slightly while his smile grew. “You got enough patience to solve a lifelong mystery?” He asked. “Yes.” In a humble soldier’s opinion, anyway.

June: “What else have I got to do?” She asked him as she teased him a little but she had a point. What else could she really do? There wasn’t much she could do. She wasn’t going to have the white picket life she thought she was going to have in the grand scheme of things. “Okay, so, is it a night date or a day date?”

Rick: Rick tilted his head at her newest question, feeling like he was being tricked as he couldn’t say yes or no to her. The smile remained, suggestively, “Still want me to say?” The soldier asked, brushing back her hair one more time before laying against a spare pillow on the bed. He traced a few hickies along her collar with an absent mind, proud of his handy work.

June: “Okay life coach, what have you got?” She humored though she couldn’t help but wonder what was really left for her in the world now that she was burdened with a crazy witch goddess and that she couldn’t live her life the way she wanted anymore. Least Rick was there. She watched him run his padded fingers across the marks he left on her. “I think I have left fingernail marks in your shoulders.”

Rick: “I just…” Rick dropped his gaze, paused before going on, “I still see more of a future for you…” He couldn’t explain why. His hand fond her own and the digits weaved between. “for us.” A weak chuckle left him, “I might just be stupid.. having thoughts like that, but I told you before… I’ll do whatever it takes to give you a future, June.” After this, he tenderly kissed her hand, before glancing toward one of his shoulders. He hadn’t noticed the sting till know. Some scratches reached to his chest. “I want more.” He confessed, gliding a free hand over the red lines. “And it’ll be an evening date…”

June: She couldn’t help but let a laugh escape her lips as her fingers responded to his, holding onto his. “If only the others could see and know just how filthy you really are.” She teased a little, enjoying the edgier side of Rick. She shifted closer to him. “What future is that? I don’t want to be here forever. It is nice sometimes but…I guess I just wanted the whole suburban life when I finally stopped going on trips and all that.” She then smiled at him. “Is it Italian?”

Rick: “It’d probably gross them all out..” Rick chuckled, and he couldn’t blame an outside; he didn’t want to know what any of the others were into either. When June asked for details, Rick hesitated. As pleasant as such hopes were they also felt like another weight, a burden, because what if he was wrong? What if this time… he couldn’t conquer something so much bigger than himself? He didn’t allow the fear to get to him and he didn’t let go of June’s soft hand. “It’ll be far away from here…” Rick promised, in a less cheerful manner. “away from this mess, and… you can get that second chance at life.” Once more, he forgot to include himself, which was another sign of his fear. “And I’ll get a second chance too… We can live for ourselves.” He shook his head with a snort, “No, not Italian.”

June: She couldn’t help but find it a little funny, especially the idea of him commanding the team or speaking to his fellow soldiers yet she knew that she just had him writhing under her, laying her claim to him. Perhaps his own dominance had rubbed a little onto her. She had a sullen look but she had to believe in something otherwise, was there any point of her carrying on anymore? She couldn’t think like that but she knew that she could end up becoming a martyr. Taking the Enchantress down with her. “Promise your going to be there at the end right?” She didn’t know if they were made to last but she like to think that they could. She had never been in love before and she needed him. “So it is food?”

Rick: Some resolve slipped aside as she asked him to make an impossible promise. Eyelids flinching once he cupped her cheek and kept his emotions at bay. Always, he had to stay strong, always, but… he’d never been wanted this way, he’d never experienced this before. “I’ll be there…” Rick finally said. “We’ll go wherever you want to..” After a stiff breath he kissed June with passion. “You are not getting any close to figuring it out, are you, babe?” He chuckled again.

June: June offered a weak smile to his resolve. She knew there was no promise that they would make it one way or another but she had to believe in something, even if it was like a twisted nightmare of a fairy tale that they had. “I am starting to think you are just making it up as you go along.” June finally said, turning onto her back.

Rick: As she dropped the subject an ease fell over Richard. He was one edge again due to his desire, the excitement of inconceivable prospects and dreams, honestly the man almost grew hard again from reflecting on it all. With anyone else, he would have surely fallen asleep soon after intercourse, but the doctor somehow kept him alert. Interested. “I am not.” Rick bit her shoulder for the innocent accusation.

June: June shrugged him off. “You totally are.” She laughed as she pushed his head playfully off his shoulder, before looking at him with that sense of adoration she had for him that seemed to never leave her face when she was with him. “I love you.” She murmured, after just looking over his face.

Rick: “Hm..” He huffed, sliding his hand up her bare back. “Maybe I am… you’re the first person I’ve ever done this for after all..” The three words could never possibly get old. With how rare they tossed such sentiment around between them. What lingered in June’s eyes almost made the confession seem new. Like the first time. “I love you too… so much.” He replied, patiently.

June: It gave her some hope to say the least. Wasn’t love supposed to conquer all? She knew they lived in a world where things were not fair but she could deal with somethings. Rick made her feel like things were easy enough to carry on with. “I guess it is both our first times.” She smiled softly, knowing the irony since they were going at it like rabbits just minutes ago.

Rick: He appreciated the joke. As a soldier who’d traveled the world killing, witnessing horrors, and sharpening his skills, it wasn’t every day he had a 'first time’. “You’re the greatest I could ever dream up…” Rick smiled, though as June had said before; neither could have imagined falling for someone of their position until it was too late. He relaxed against the pillow but kept the lazy hand curled over her side. “Let’s get some sleep..”