DON'T KILL ME. YOU GAVE ME THE IDEA THOUGH LibbyChance ! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.

The commander looks at the ex-commander, who was leaning against the wall. His green eyes meet the commander's brown ones. She won't kill me. She knew me ever since we were five... The ex-commander shakes this thought out of his head. He knew she still might kill him.

"Grayson," The commander steps towards Grayson. They were only a foot apart.
"Yes Libby?" The blonde smiles.
"Have you ever-," she pauses, but the ex-commander already knew the question.
"Yes," Grayson responds, holding Libby's hands.
"How long?"
"Ever since we were 8," he leans close and their lips meet.

Libby wraps her arms around Grayson as they kiss. She traces his shoulder blades gently. They both gasp for air. Grayson pulls off his jacket, revealing muscular arms. Libby blushes.

Grayson leans in and kisses Libby's jawline. She lets out a soft moan. He grins and moves down her neck, her moans louder this time.

ARE YOU HAPPY? WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CONTINUE OR NO?