the cold night wind blows hardly though your hair, nightgown fluttering in the air.

standing on the balcony, looking at the horizon over the flight field, thoughts about the war going though your head, not able to sleep

“It’s dark out here..you shouldn’t be outside alone..”

a low voice whispers into your ear, the smoke of his joint blowing at your skin as he speaks, arms wrapping around your waist from behind, that distinct scent, Xaden Riorson, your boyfriend and wingleader