Insecurities

Posted on 01 Dec 2013 @ 8:01pm by Petty Officer 1st Class Gabriel Stark

299 words; about a 1 minute read

"It's so weird, I never thought it would happen..."

Gabriel laughed as he leant back in the chair, stretching out warmly as he sipped his vodka with a sigh, closing his eyes.

"I thought Mormont was always just flirting for the fun of it, but - well - things have - progressed," he grinned at the screen recording him, shaking his head lightly.

"Amon is just - well, let's face it, he's like a bloody god. Maybe a fit greek one, or a viking hardarse one," Gabriel laughed, closing his eyes again with a smile. "He really is beautiful, you know. Handsome and strong. And I mean really strong. The way it matters."

His smile weakened then, and he watched the screen, unsure of himself. "I mean, it was great, him and me. But - well, men don't exactly stick around. I'm a one night stand kind of guy. But Amon? He's - he's different. Special. So much more than most men. Inside. And it helps he's gorgeous of course."

Gabriel chuckled softly, watching his now empty glass. "And what's he going to want with me? I mean, after the obvious. After what he's already had. An ex-convict. A washed out cadet who was drummed down to enlisted."

Gabriel shook his head with a frown, swallowing hard at the idea of it. "No. No, if he does come back after our night together, it'll only be once or twice for fun. He won't stay around," he shifted uncomfortably, the usual energy and confidence gone as he shook his head almost shyly. "Why would he?"

Gabriel frowned in silence, just holding his breath for a long moment before shaking his head at himself and shutting the screen down to stop the recording, having had enough of the spilling heart crap.

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