Comminication Skills

At Least Try

I opened my eyes to see Deeks’ eyes open as well. Our bodies were still pressed together and my head had still been on his chest before I looked up. “Good morning,” I yawned.

            He smiled tiredly at me. “Morning. I didn’t want to wake you so I didn’t move.”

            “Sure, that’s the reason,” I teased him lightly, laying my head back down on his chest.

            “They should be here soon,” he whispered into my hair.

            “Then we should probably get up.”

            “Probably,” he agreed. Neither of us moved.

            “Deeks,” I breathed, my voice low so the microphone in the room wouldn’t pick it up.

            “Yeah?”

            “Is it weird that I almost wish we didn’t have to leave today?”

            He laughed. “You mean is it weird that you don’t want to leave me?” he asked.

            I cleared my throat awkwardly, and then decided that I didn’t care if he knew and nodded. “Yeah.”

            “Is it weird that I feel the same way?”

            I shook my head. “I don’t think so,” I admitted, biting my lip. “But I don’t know.”

            “So we’re not together, but neither of us wants to be not together.”

            I grinned. “I guess so.” I looked up at him, but his eyes were so full of love and awe that I had to look away before I drowned in them.

            I rolled out of his arms and stood up, aware that his shirt was all that I was wearing besides my underwear and that the shirt only went down to just below my underwear. I glanced over at Deeks to see him standing in only his boxers, staring at me. I quickly looked away and grabbed a pair of jeans and a simple, short-sleeved white V-neck.

            I went into the bathroom to shower. Against my will, thoughts of Deeks in only boxers raced through my brain as I ran the soap over my toned, flat stomach. I hurriedly finished my shower, and turned off the water. I stepped, naked, out of the shower and reached for a towel. I didn’t notice Deeks until he was gawking at my nakedness. I quickly covered myself with a towel.

            “Get out!” I shrieked, tossing the conditioner bottle at him.

            He dodged it, grinning, and covered his eyes with one hand. “I told you I was brushing my teeth!” he objected.

            “I didn’t hear you! Now get out,” I ordered him.

            He took his hand off his eyes and smirked at me. “I think you secretly just wanted me to see you,” he commented nonchalantly, moving towards me.

            “No, I don’t!” Well, maybe I do, I contradicted myself in my head. “You saw me naked. That is breaking all sorts of fraternizing in the bathroom rules! Now get out,” I hissed, my voice low.

            “I’m your husband. It’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before, Sugar Bear,” he teased me.

            I narrowed my eyes at him, reaching for another shampoo bottle. He came just a little bit closer to me, and I hurled it at his crotch, hitting him dead-on. “Out,” I barked as he bent over.