Macaroni

Oh, to just stay in this moment and not have to open his eyes to reality again. Axel tightened his grip on Jess, his hand rubbing her back as his kiss deepened. Turning his head the other way, his lips trailed across her check and down her neck, then back again. 

“Thanks for always believing in me,” he whispered between kisses. It was true…she always had. Whether he was feeling low because of his hand, or whether considering his past that still haunted him, she was always there, ready to defend and support him. 

Just letting his affection continue, he drew back once to look up into her eyes by the dim light of the television. A little smile emerged and he brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Forever wouldn’t be long enough to be with you,” he mused softly. “But maybe life is short so we can live every second to the fullest.” His thumb caressed her cheek for a moment before pulling her down so she could just lie against his chest as he hugged her close. His words were spoken quietly against her soft hair.. “Would you want to? Live every second to the fullest…next to me?”


Aaron quirked an eyebrow at Sam. Her words were such that she was treating him like a little kid…yet…not. He couldn’t quite figure her out. It might take more than one encounter to get anywhere though. On the upside…she seemed freer with the idea of bringing him something different to eat. Another walk on the other hand…

He sighed. “I hope you don’t expect any enthusiasm for our little jaunts around the building.” He glanced at the food that would be cold in a few minutes if he didn’t eat it. “Especially if it depends on whether or not I eat my lunch. You know what they put in them, right? Sodium and cardboard. I’d rather make my own macaroni and cheese than what they serve in these things.”

Outside the room, Hal leaned back against the wall and smiled to himself. Maybe it was just because Sam was a woman. Whatever the cause though, this was more than he’d ever heard Aaron talk…other than spouting off to Garret, that is.

Aaron slouched on his cot and turned his eyes back down to the magazine again. “All this,” he muttered. “All this just because I tried to rescue a couple of traitors.”