𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ; commander wolffe

❂ 067. the beginning of the end

But only to him.

Holding out his hands for her, she gladly grasped them; fingers carefully intertwining before moving closer, dropping her head to his chest. Gently placing his helmeted head on hers, he frowned deeply as she sighed. Moving his hand to her waist, the other lifted her chin, forehead creased as he spoke, "Angel? What's wrong?"

Something's wrong.

"Nothing," Gnawing on her cheek, she exhaled gently, cupping the side of his helmet, "Nothing, I just—"

She paused.

Hand trailing across her cheek, Wolffe watched. Her eyes fell downcast, and she leaned closer into his gentle touch, "You just?"

"Nothing," Escaping her lips, the word fell; filing her mind, though she still glanced over her shoulder. Turning back, she desperately suppressed the shiver running down her back; hiding it behind a softer smile now, though knowing Wolffe could still see past it.

She didn't know how.

Dropping the subject, as well as his hand from her cheek, it circled her waist; tugging, pulling her closer for her hands to fall to his chest instead. Peering down at her, and up at him, she sighed softly, her hand tracing the paint pattern of his helmet, her thumb brushing against the designs.

Despite not feeling her touch, Wolffe's eyes still fluttered closed; head tilting into her hand, fingers brushing as he did. Periwinkle gaze trailing over the jagged grey, she committed every slight scratch grazing the paint to memory.

"Wolffie?"

Humming softly, he peeked his eyes open, gazing at her through his visor as she leaned closer, tucking her hands on his shoulder, "Yeah, Angel?"

Tapping his helmet, she smiled, "Can I see you?"

Grinning as her smile returned if only slightly, Wolffe dipped his head down; allowing Eisha to slip off his helmet, fingers brushing against his skin, before settling it to the ground. Arms wrapped around his neck, and he tightened his grip around her; violet finally met gold, calming both.

Fingertips caressing her cheek, Wolffe smiled softly as he brought forward her Padawan braid; disturbing the snow that rested in her curls, dropping some on her nose. Scrunching it, Wolffe's grin only widened at her expression. Kissing her forehead, his lips tumbled against her skin as he chuckled, "You're adorable."

Blushing, she dropped her head to Wolffe's chest; not allowing him to see her easily flustered state at his compliment. Grin widening as she did, he stepped out of her hold; the Padawan pouting as she fell forward, heightening her blush as he caught her.

Steadying her, he tucked back a curl, grinning, "Did you just fall for me, Captain?"

Blush darkening, Wolffe laughed as she fumbled under his endeared gaze; before she narrowed her own at him. Smirking, she stood on her tip-toes, quickly planting a delicate kiss on his cheek, "Maybe I already have, Commander."

Failing to suppress his blush, he attempted to pout as she giggled; though ultimately broke into a grin at her own wide smile. Reaching for her hand through her laughter, he tugged her back to him, missing her already as she tumbled against his chest. Teasing softly, he tilted her chin up, "Just maybe?"

"Just maybe," Giggling gently, whilst Wolffe sulked, leading her to hold him closer. Burying her head into his chest, she whispered into his warmth, "Maybe more, than maybe."

Wrapping her arms around him once more, her giggles faded; her content smile grew instead, thoughts quieting as they held each other. Silence washing over, she rested her cheek against his chest plate, "Calon?"