He leaves in the morning for another deployment to another country having a conflict. You despised when he left. You figured he had no business being over there, despite his career. But fine, you decided, you'd let him go. He's only your husband anyway, your thoughts being sarcastic. You were being cool about it, like how he wanted. You knew he meant it.

"What?" He asked with a smile as your gaze remained fixed on him. Not only was he your husband, but he protected the house. To be honest, you figured you'd be useless with a firearm in your hands, and you certainly weren't going to fight anyone coming at you. Survival was not your forte, apparently.

"Nothing," You whispered back. Shirtless now, he crawled into bed, finding himself under the warm depths of the sheets to be laying his body between your legs. His hands rested up on your hips, and his head sitting right at your stomach. A silent plead for what was really going through your mind.

"You look good," He temporarily dropped it. But you could already figure he was just going to sweet talk you to get you talking. You loved it though, his strategic ways. How he knew just how to figure you out. You were laying in your pajamas with messy hair. You wouldn't define yourself as looking good. Even if he said it. Even, if he meant it.

"Do you think you'd kill for me one day?" You asked him quietly. The slight insecurity of your thoughts becoming visible to him, but he didn't mind you speaking your mind. You lied still, tiredly, his thumbs rubbing against your hips. He was nearly soothing you straight to sleep.

"Yes, of course I will, darling." He answered immediately in a low, clear tone. His answer was without hesitation. He would climb mountains to save you, if it ever came to that. He wouldn't compromise your safety for anything.

You want it all, from him.

And there's no doubt that you'll get it all.