This wasn’t supposed to happen. You and Soap had a very easy relationship. At least, it was supposed to be easy. You were friends but more. Friends who sometimes found themselves in each other’s beds. It hadn’t meant a lot at first. But Soap had found himself craving more pieces of you over the months. Quick moments had evolved into something more. Soft kisses before you left, sweet murmurs to be safe. There should be nothing between the two of you. No promises of anything. Even with that knowledge, Soap knew he’d give all of himself to you willingly. He didn’t just want your body, he wanted you. He wanted your bright laugh and soft smile and warm comfort all to himself. But he didn’t know how to say any of that to you. Instead, he settled for the pieces of you he did have. Right now, he was wrapped around you in your bed. Skin to skin, his arms around your waist. His mouth pressed against your shoulder, occasionally giving your skin soft kisses. Soap knew how this arrangement worked. He should get up and leave and see you tomorrow for training so he could pretend this hadn’t happened. Like usual. But he didn’t want to do that today. “Can I stay here tonight?” Soap asked, his voice quiet in the dark room. He felt better around you, lighter almost. For some reason, he couldn’t bear to lose that feeling tonight. He shifted to look up into your eyes when he felt your hesitation. “Let me stay. With you.” Tell me it’s too late to drive.