Chapter 1: Resolution
Jager was sleeping soundly on his bed , the room filled with the rhythmic sound of his soft snores. His black t shirt and navy blue sweat pants Liz stood in the doorway, arms folded across her buxom chest, watching him sleep. She could see the faint rise and fall of his chest, hear the occasional soft snore that escaped his lips.
A small smile played on her lips as she took in the sight of him, so peaceful and relaxed. They were once in a war together, where sleep was a luxury and peace was a distant memory. Now, in this small apartment tucked away in a corner of the city, they had found a semblance of normalcy.
She stepped into the room, her bare feet making no sound on the worn-out wooden floor her SOG training made her a silent shadow. She walked over to the bed and crawled in next to him, careful not to wake him. Liz hovered over him for a moment, her long black hair cascading down, casting a shadow over Jager's face. She reached out, her fingertips gently tracing the stubble on his jaw.
Jager stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He took in Liz's face above him, her eyes dark and intense his face heating up seeing a face full of cleavage from Liz's large titanic bosom. He propped himself up on one elbow "LIZ" he said in surprise.
Liz's lips curved into a smirk seeing Jager's reaction she loved teasing him. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said in a low, sultry voice.
Jager rubbed his eyes and managed to find his voice. "What are you doing, Liz? It's not even light out yet."
She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Just thought I'd wake you up, soldier," she said in a playful tone .
Jager's heart quickened, feeling the heat of her body so close to his. He chuckled, trying to act nonchalant. "Well, you succeeded. Now what?"
He asked, his voice a low rumble.
Liz sat up, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I was thinking, maybe we could do something... different today."
Jager raised an eyebrow, intrigued "Uh like what ugh" Jager was cut short when
Liz grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up into a sitting position their faces inches apart "Like this" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Liz wrapped her arms around him and pushed him back down resting on top of him .
Jager's breath hitched, he could feel the weight of her body on his and the warmth radiating from her. He looked into her eyes, seeing the mix of desire and vulnerability.