Dylan laughs, breathless against my ear, and
then kisses my neck. “Exactly,” he purrs. His fingers pick at my
jumpsuit’s zipper, pulling it down slightly, tickling beneath the
separated fabric, tracing the curve of my collarbone, the hollow of
my throat. So soft, that touch. So amazingly gentle. “If Shanley’s
going to be awhile,” he starts, kissing my jaw.
The door slides open and Shanley steps out
into the airlock. “I’m right here,” he says. On the vidscreen
behind him, I can see Vallery setting the DAQ system up for the
decon. “If you guys don’t mind,” he adds, the hint of a smile on
his face, “maybe you could wait until later tonight to do… whatever
it is you’re about to do?”
I laugh and push Dylan away, but he manages
one last quick kiss and then the light above the outer door buzzes
green and the door slides away to reveal the hangar and Parker,
already waiting for us. “Later, then,” Dylan promises as he leads
the way to the Semper Fi.