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Toms pov

I finally said it. I finally told him that I love him.
He sat curled at the end of the bed, still flipping through the last pages of my book.
After ten years of having it, I could finally finish my last chapter.

I put my own book down on the night stand and crawled over to Tord.
"Do you have a pen?" I tapped him on the shoulder and startled him.
He nodded and sat back up, grabbing one from his nightstand drawer.

I took the old paper back and flipped to the very last chapter. Tord watched me with curiosity in his eyes.

'Mrs.Garcia, I finally told him. He does love me. I have him to myself now, and I know you'd be proud.-2017'

I went to over to me shelf of books and pulled out my scrapbook.
I had pictures of Tord and I from last year to stick in here. Pictures I took of us from the hiking trip we had went on with our friends.

I stuck them in the binding and handing it back to Tord.
"It's finished now. A completed book."

•••

We walked hand in hand around the base that next day, like we normally did. But this time it felt more meaningful. There was finally a real connection between us. A label. And oh gosh...did it feel wonderful. I could finally call him mine.

I wanted to scream it to the world.

'TORD IS ALL MINE '

But that would be strange.

Tord squeezed my hand.
"What would you like to do then? We could go make something later in the kitchen if you'd like?" He ran his fingers through my hair and continued to look over the rail at the trainees.
                    "I'd like that a lot, actually. All of this 'big bossy leader' stuff is boring me." Tord snorts and smirks.

•••

We opted on making brownies together, one of my favorite things to make. Edd and I used to make homemade brownies every weekend when we started living together. Then Matt and Tord moved in a month later and we had to stop because it was to much work.

We were in one of the many kitchens in the base, and we were a giggling mess.
Tord had already dropped an egg on the floor and his first reaction was to just yell 'shit' .

Tord had mixed most of the ingredients, and was waiting for me to pass him the last ingredient.
                  "Do you know where the vanilla extract is, min kjærlighet?" Tord came over to me as I sat on the counter watching.
I am always on the damn counter.

I grabbed it out of the basket next to me and put it in his hand. Tord smiled and returned to his bowl on the opposite side of the room.

He was so hot like this, if I'm being honest. Guys that cook are just yummy.
I'm surprised he even had the patience for this.

I swung my legs back and forth and watched him do his thing.
                  "Would you mind if I ate some of the batter when you're done? That's my favorite part." I chucked. Tord turned to look at me and smirked.

                   "You can't eat all of it, just a little. Okay?" He came over to me with the bowl and the spoon.

I went to grab it and he moved away slightly.

Tord ran his finger over the inside the bowl and collected it on his finger. He motioned for me to open my mouth, and I did.

I swirled my tongue all around his finger and smiled.
               "Mmmm~ gosh I really love brownie batter. I swear it's better than the actual brownies!" I grinned and laughed. Tord just stared at me.

His face reddened and his mouth open a bit.
Had I said something wrong?

Tord ran his fingers around the bowl once more and motioned for me to open my mouth again.
I sucked it off and away, and he chewed his lip. 

His whole face was cherry red and his eyes glazed over.

                    "T-Tord? Are you alright?" He was acting so strange all of a sudden. I put the back of my hand to his forehead and he giggled.

But there was an unreadable tension between us, something I can't describe, or understand.

Tords pov

Oh sweet Jesus.

God, please tell me how you let me be with someone as adorably irresistible as him?

I continued to feed him the brownie batter with my 3 fingers, pressing down on his tongue each time. I don't even think he realized just how seductive he was being right now.
He was too sweet minded to take it that way.

I had fit myself between his legs, leaning close to him against the counter.
                   "Gud du er bare deilig." (1) My whole face felt hot as he starred back at me. Spit dribbled out a tiny bit at the corner of his mouth.

I set the bowl aside and pulled Tom closer to me, which earned me a soft squeal of surprise. I gripped him at his thighs and his eyes were as wide as the moon.

                    "Tord...t-this really isn't the time for being all handsy. We're supposed to be baking." His face was flushed, the only exception his cheeks.
Tom looked so innocent, and it turned me on.

I pulled Tom forward even more, his stomach against mine. And I'm sure he felt the growth in the front of my pants.

I seriously have zero self control.

He pushed back against my chest, looking flustered.
                   "Tord, I said not right now." He tried to sound stern, which only made it worse for me.

I pressed my forehead to his and stared him deep in the eyes.
                  "Tom, I must say...you are absolutely no fun." I chuckled and he frowned. His soft features didn't lead to it looking anything like that of threatening.

Tom crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
                   "That's where you are wrong mister. I am the most fun person you will ever meet!" I snorted. His bottom lip jutted out more.

                    "Most fun?" I looked down at his mouth.

He smiled.
                    "Yes. Yes I am." Tom giggled and my heart swelled. He is so fucking adorable.

I couldn't resist. I just couldn't hold myself back any longer.

I leaned in and smashed my lips against his, keeping my grip on his thighs tight so I had balance.  He made a sound of surprise and I smiled into the kiss. His little hands gripped at the fabric of my shirt.
But he wasn't pushing me away like I thought he would. He pulled me closer. It was almost as if he yearned for my touch as I did his.

Our lips molded together, the sweet sugary taste of the batter intermingled somewhere in between us.

I wrapped Toms legs around my waist and lifted him off the counter, his arms immediately went to wrap around my neck. We stayed together like that for a long while, working our mouths together as if they needed to become one.

Tom even made the bold move of running his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance.
Which I gladly complied to, how could I not.

We explored each other.
His back arched a bit when I moved my hands to his ass, which was cute.

Tom ran his fingers through my hair at the back of my neck and I just about lost it right then and there.

A year ago, I remember telling him about this guy I met at the bar-

I laughed deeply and playfully kicked Toms leg.
                    "No! It wasn't even like that, ya' creep." I winked at him and he laughed harder. His glasses even fell off his face into the sink.

Tom smiled cheekily at me in the mirror, flashing his toothpaste covered teeth.
                   "But you totally liked it, didn't you?" He chuckled. He rinsed his mouth and turned to me as I leaned against the bathroom door frame.

                  "Can't ever lie to you dude, I totally did. He even put his hands through my hair!" I paused to make hand gestures. "Definitely my biggest turn on!" We giggled about it and got ready for the rest of that day.

It was definitely something he must've taken note of. Hot.

I pressed his back up against the wall next to the fridge, a bit roughly I may add. He squealed against my mouth.

Gosh fuck, why hadn't I done this sooner?!
He tasted so lovely, and felt it too.

Tom finally pulled back and breathed.

His cheeks puffed up as he looked away.
                      "That was...a lot."

He sounded so flustered. Nervous maybe? And I almost felt bad.

But then again, he didn't once push me off of him. And the hard on digging into my stomach was totally noticeable, there was no denying he liked it.

I rested my head against his shoulder and laughed.
                   "Was that too much?" I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek.

                    "No no! I didn't say that! I- I just meant-" Tom stuttered, but was cut off by the kitchen door swinging open.
A female soldier walked in with cartons of juice, which I'm assuming she had planned on putting in the fridge.

She stopped in her steps and stared at us.
                     "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to just barge in like that!"

I switched Tom off the wall and over to my hip, using his leg to hide the obvious tent I have pitched in my pants.
                     "Don't worry about it, you're fine. We were just leaving anyways!" I walked past her to the door and Tom mumbled into my ear.

                     "But what about the brownies?" I paused to turn back to her.

                     "Would you mind putting that away for me soldier?

I walk as quickly as possible back to our room.

(1) "god you are just delectable"
(2) "oh look, it's the leaders pet!"
(3) "if you want to act like a child, i will treat you like a child."
(4) "My love, why are you hurting?"
(5) "-my love."