She brushed his hair out of his face before pulling on her coat and going to keep watch, tying her hair back as she walked.
The camp was cozy in the morning, with a large fire in the center that seemed to produce no smoke. Various scouts wandered the perimeter of the force field and Francis would see familiar red curls catching the early morning light.
She looked up from her thermos of tea and gave him a sleepy smile, her sweater pulled over her hands. "Hey, Craw," she said, looking up at you. "Good morning."
She smiled slightly, tipping her head back to look at him, her eyes clear. "Not nearly long enough," she said with a slight yawn. "But it was lovely to be near you. How about you?"
She laughed slightly, kissing his cheek. "Sleep? Is that why you're going to kick ass on this mission?"
She laughed lightly, her free hand curled in his shirt. "Oh, wonderful," she said wryly, giving him a quick kiss. Her lips tasted like the mint in her tea, warm and soft against his. "Although, you'd kick ass without that incentive, I'm sure."
Her hand slipped up his chest to hold his jaw as he kissed her and she pulled away with a slight smile. "Do you want some tea?" she asked, offering him the thermos. "It's peppermint."
She gave him the thermos, pulling her rust sweater tighter around her to preserve the warmth. The tea wasn't sweet, but it was warm and sharp in his throat.
