||Tom's Point of View||

//Norway, Red Army's Main Base - 11:45 PM//

It was hard to get here considering the fact that it was nearly midnight and I was staggering in the woods like a lost deer.

Seeing a large fort structure, I let out a breath of relief. 'About damn time...' I mumbled, rubbing my forehead.

I had just been released out of the hospital this morning and had spent most of my day getting here. I was starting to wish Paul had come over and picked me up, but he refused. Sighing softly, I pulled out my phone. Spencer and Stacy had practically blown up my phone with messages.

I frowned, putting my phone on airplane mode, cutting off the connection with them.

Setting my phone back into my hoodie, I set my duffle bag down and unzipped it. In there was the Red Army uniform. I had gotten one when Paul was placed in charge - when I was still working there at least. Slipping on my uniform, I exchanged my modern glasses for the bulky large goggles.

Turning them on, I let out a soft purr. Much better.

Shoving my civilian clothes in the bag, I slung the bag over my shoulder before walking near the entrance. Drooling my bag in front of me, I placed my hands over my head - just in case.

"Assistant Thomas Graham reporting in."

The guard peered over, narrowing his eyes.

"Thomas, is that really you?"

"No, it's a fucking penguin in disguise..." I mumbled under my breath quietly before clearing my throat. "It's the one and only."

The man narrowed his eyes. "Show me your scars!"

"Oh for fuck- Fine."

Stripping off my top and glasses, I let him examine my scars. With a satisfied grunt, he nodded.

"Come in."

Letting out a sigh of relief, I pulled my goggles and clothes back on, heading into the base.

"Fuckin ' Moron..." I mumbled, annoyed at the fact he had me strip I  front of the base. Mind you - there are cameras in front of the main gate so whoever was at security saw the show. Not to mention both Pau and Pat have devices that allow them to see whats going on in the cameras.

So in short, I was now a bitching mess.

When I got to Paul's office door, I stopped mumbling standing in front of the door. Knocking softly, I cleared my throat.

"Assistant Thomas Graham requesting permission to enter," I spoke, using my diaphragm to make myself louder. I stood at attention whole saluting.

"Permission granted."

Wait... That didn't sound like Paul... That sounded like... No, no that can't be right. Tord is... dead.... right?

My eyes widened in fear. Tord was dead, so who was in the room? Bolting through the door, I felt my heart race. What happened to Paul and Pat? Are they okay? Oh god...-

OH GOD.

I nearly choked on nothing, gasping for air.

A tall masculine figure was leaning on the chair, cigar in between his soft honey lips. His tanned skin glowed under the moon's light, his scars being swallowed in the shadows. His chestnut hair stood up at two points, like devil horns.

He grinned, removing the cigar from his lips letting out puffs of smoke.

"Long time no see... Elskede~"

His Norwegian accent purred out like honey, melting my heart. The way 'elskede ' rolled off his tongue made my knees weak.

"T-Tord...?" I managed to squeak, trying to keep myself from breaking down.

"Mhm... I must admit, You've taken care of your body quite well... Well, fitness wise at least."

I blushed, realizing Tord had seen me strip.

"I- Um- Fuck."

He let out a soft chuckle, putting out the cigar before setting his feet to the ground.

"Tell me, Tom, why did you leave the army? Hm?~"

Fuck. I was expecting Tord to beat the crap out of me or drag me back here, but he was actually being gentle.

"I-It reminded me of you... It hurt me to think of you..." I winced, as I lowered my head. From the corner of my eye, I could see Tord slowly approach me. He pulled me in by my waist with one hand, the other hand lifting up my chin.

"Trying to forget me, huh?" I noticed tears welling up in his eyes, his grip on my waist tightening. "Tord I-"

I was cut off by Tord's lips smashing into mine. This kiss was different from the rest.

There was so much love and pain poured into the kiss, the way we worked our lips worked together. I snaked my arms up to his shoulder pulling him closer to me.

Tord pulled away slowly, kissing my jaw. His kisses led up my cheek to the side of my head. He was fogging up my glasses with kisses, but I didn't care.

I ran my fingers through his hair, humming gently as I nipped at his neck. He lowered his head down, allowing me to plant kisses on his face like he did to me. I made sure to give extra kisses to his scars - I knew how conscious he was about them.

"I love you, Tom..." He mumbled softly into my neck, a purr erupting from me as he kissed below my ear softly.

"I-I love you more, Tord..." I whispered, gripping the back of his trench coat softly.

"How much?"

I bit my lip, thinking for a moment. "I love you more than all the stars burning in the night sky, I love you more than all the rays of the sun, I love you to the point it burns my core," I whispered softly, closing my eyes gently.

Tord pulled away, tilting my head up towards him. Tears rolling down his cheeks. He pulled me back into another passionate kiss, running his fingers through my hair touching me like he has never touched me in his life. I gripped onto his shoulder blades, putting in as much passion as Tord did. Sparks flew that night when we rekindled.

Tord picked me up, throwing my legs around his waist carrying me to the bedroom. Laying me softly on the bed, he laid beside me, caressing me gently. I pressed my body against him, staring into his good silver eye before drifting off to sleep.

A/N: HA YOU THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA HAVE SEX! WELL, THEY DIDNT! TAKE THAT YA NASTY ;DDDD