Done for on__impulse Improv #18.  Words: queen, irresistible, character, uniform, melt

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You gasp as you jolt awake, not knowing exactly what woke you. Sleep has been elusive tonight and you curse yourself for being a drama queen as you peek bleary-eyed over at the clock. Shit, you managed to get about thirty minutes sleep this time, but there's not much point in trying any more. Your alarm is set to go off in less than twenty minutes.

You sink back into the pillows, shifting restlessly as your heart slows down to a more normal pace. You glance to your left, and your expression softens in the early morning light.

He's lying there on his stomach, head propped on his crossed arms and the sheet draped enticingly over his backside. His skin practically glows in contrast with the darkness of the bed linens and you feel a tightness in your chest when you contemplate what the previous evening's events, as well as your own innate character flaws, almost cost you.

The shadowed cleft of his ass is framed nicely by dark blue - the sight proves to be irresistible to you and you edge your way nearer to him, pulling the sheet slowly down his pale legs until he's completely exposed to your gaze. You move cautiously, not wanting to wake him from his much-needed slumber quite yet, and you find yourself kneeling between his legs, caressing his body with your eyes.

There are several purplish bruises across his back, bleak reminders of last night's explosion. One uniform smudge wraps around his hip, a souvenir from where he had been thrown against something due to the concussion. Your fingertips softly skim over it and you watch, bemused, as his skin twitches slightly from your touch.

You lean over and inhale deeply, the scent of his soap entangling your emotions and drawing you closer. You begin to drop kisses along his spine, your lips fluttering gently against his skin. He moves beneath you and you sense that he's returning to consciousness as you stroke his side tenderly.

You hear a softly muttered "Brian…" and you back away, allowing him to roll over. You then press your body full-length against his, carding your fingers through his soft hair as you meet his sleepy gaze. The look on his face is open, showing his feelings for you clearly for anyone to see. You feel the last, tiny shred of resistance within you melt, and you wonder why in the hell it took you so long to acknowledge to yourself just what this man means to you.

Lowering your face to steal a kiss from him, your breath hitches in your throat as passion begins to wend its way through your veins. Your arms tighten around him and you gently nip his earlobe. He gasps quietly at the gesture, his fingers finding your hair and pulling your head tight against his neck. Your lips touch his ear again, and you whisper into it words that you can finally allow yourself to say.

"I love you."

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