𝓰ℴℴ𝒹𝓃𝒾𝓰𝒽𝓉 ᵃᵃʳᵒⁿ ʷᵃʳⁿᵉʳ

                                    

                                          
Being Aaron Warner's girl-/ boyfriend was amazing. He was the best man you could wish for. Aaron was polite, understanding and extremely, abnormal beautiful.
But it wasn't always easy, due to the fact that he had to do much work, being the commander of Sector 45.
It had been getting worse over the past weeks and you two haven't seen each other often. Sometimes you wouldn't see the other one for two days or even more.

You stood on the balcony of Aaron's bedroom, which was also yours, looking at the destroyed, yet beautiful view. 
Aaron was on another mission, leaving you again alone for another night. You had gotten used to it by now.
But it was okay, because you knew, that Aaron Warner would do everything for you.
You were only wearing your pajamas, so it was quite cold, due to the fact that it was already November.
Far away tanks started to appear, heading straight to your direction. You knew it was Warner and his soldiers, you were able to recognize the tanks and cars by now.
After taking a long breath, feeling the cold air drift through your lungs, you turned around and headed inside, closing the balcony door behind you, but making sure to leave it a bit open, 'cause you knew Aaron loved the cold.
You crawled under the covers and closed your eyes, letting the sleepiness take over you.








"Love?"
A soft smile formed on your face. You didn't open your eyes yet, but slowly turned to the side as soon as you heard him taking his clothes off.
There he was, Aaron Warner, taking his completely black suit off, folding them perfectly together and laying them on a chair, leaving him only in his boxers.
His blonde hair shined and his emerald eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
He was perfect.
You lifted the covers for him and he slowly climbed under them next to you, immediately laying his arm around your waist and his hand on your stomach.
"I missed you."
He gave off a little smile, revealing his dimples. He slowly lifted his pale hand and started stroking through your hair, making sure not to pull a knot and hurt you anyhow.
"Me too."
The blonde man placed a soft kiss on your forehead,
your cheek,
your nose,
your other cheek,
your nose again
and then on your lips.

"Get some sleep, my love." 
He whispered against your lips before you gave him a sweet smile back, and finally closed your eyes again.
Your tiredness soon took over, while Aaron held you in his arms, stroke through your hair, watched you breath and sleep slowly and steady, admired you and soon, very soon, feel asleep himself.



You were his weakness.




You knew it,
but loved it.





Because you knew,
that he loved it too.