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//sprained my ankle last night, and after a trip to the emergency room I got a brace and some days off sick to rest my foot, my brother now calls me Tom Cru.ise for some reason so happy Christmas to everyone! Me and my foot will rest while the rest of the family makes Christmas dinner

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Having watched the telly for a short while she knew she had fallen asleep eventually as she woke up later tucked against him as she always did when he was there. Not wanting to see what time it was. She just wanted to enjoy waking up next to him. Stretching under the duvet she wrapped her arm around him and moved as close as she could. He was warm, much warmer than she was.

She also realised during the night that she had left her pillow and was now sharing his. Was this how they would become when she did eventually follow him where he went? That they would have a quiet life like they had when he was there with her.

"I don't intend to get out of bed and search for pen and paper now." Or get his hands out from under the duvet and all the blankets to write something. No, this time they had to do the quiz without anything else; it was too cosy like this right now to actually change position.

"I don't think I will make it for long, anyway..." Gareth muttered. It had been a long day, and although he was used to worse thanks to the army, it had still been tiring. Give him twenty minutes, and he had fallen asleep. Probably even less.

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When and if the heater stopped working they would be toasty enough under the duvet. She had a throw or two that they could put over the duvet if it got very cold. He was a lot warmer than her so they shouldn't suffer too much. Having settled her head on his shoulder like they usually ended up in bed she also looked towards the telly at the foot of her bed. They always had something they could watch.

"I mean Channe.l 4 has countdown on next, I know you like that," she suggested seeing it was next to air. They enjoyed quiz shows together, and sometimes they would watch a few episodes of a soap and get too involved. "Not sure where I left the pen and paper though," she smiled.

He shifted closer, holding onto the duvet and entangling his legs with Ophelia's. Like this they could keep their combined bodyheat contained - at least as long as they stayed right there. Tomorrow morning things would look differently again, and he would have bet that the heater had given up by then, too. As so often.

Head against head, he glanced half-heartedly at the small tv screen at the end of the bed. "I don't know....I don't know what's on tv." Frankly, he didn't watch very often and rather dove into his books. "Is there a quiz show on?"

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She scooted over in a hurry to get the boyfriend heat as soon as he got into bed. Practically gluing herself to him it felt nice to be this close again, just the two of them and nobody else. "Tomorrow morning," she agreed as he pulled the duvet up she had to peek her head over the edge to see anything and luckily she could hear the faith humming from the heater which meant that it was in fact working having closed the bedroom door the heat would be in here.

Stretching her hand out she grabbed the remote from her bedside table and turned the telly on "What do you want to watch?" she was holding the remote just barley over the edge of the duvet. She was cold and her hands were cold.

Gareth dried his feet on the bathmat, then followed Ophelia outside, turning the lights off as he was passing them. He didn't think they were going to peel out of bed again tonight. On his way, he picked up his bag and carried it with him into the bedroom where he placed it on the bed, opened it, and pulled out his sweatpants and a jumper. Once he had dropped the towel, he was quick to change into those clothes and placed his bag beside the bed on the ground before he climbed into bed to join Ophelia under the duvet.

"Not once we've talked to your landlord tomorrow." He settled into the cushions, pulling the duvet up to his shoulders. "It's the first thing we do tomorrow morning."

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For once the boiler worked and they could...get a shower together and have some fun. It was not freezing like the last time he was there. Looking at him as he spoke she thought for a moment "Well, we can always bring something with us. I have a telly in there too so we won't need anything," she shrugged. She didn't mind having a snack while warming up under her duvet.

Walking out of the bathroom the floor was ice cold under her feet she managed to get into the kitchen to snag some snacks and hurried into the bedroom. Luckily she had left the heating on there before they went out, and it wasn't that cold. "Jesus wept it's colder than a witch's tit in this flat," she shook off her towel to find her sleepwear. Shuddering as she pulled the bedclothes back she shimmed in under the duvet "I'm going to freeze to death I swear," she looked at him.

The shower was refreshing - and a tiny bit tiring... But at least the water was warm this time. He still vividly remembered last time he had taken a shower at Ophelia's flat. It had only lasted for five minutes because he had been a freezing, trembling mess. Even the warming towels and cuddling afterwards hadn't done the trick.

He grabbed a towel and dried himself half-heartedly, then wrapped it around his thin waist. "And we can make it warmer," Gareth chuckled. "Do we want to eat anything before we disappear under your blankets?"

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"A little cold yeah," she grinned and kissed him back when he pulled her close. Wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him there for a few more seconds, she was happiest when he was here. Maybe he had a point, she should move to live with him on base when the time was right, which meant he could come home each day.

After the shower, the bathroom was nice and warm, thanks to the heater in the hallway she grabbed a towel to wrap around herself as she stood on the bathmat "Good thing my bed is nice and warm," she looked at him over her shoulder, he was so much warmer than her so she would glue herself to him until she was heating up.

"Cold?" An eyebrow rose, and a cheeky little smirk was tugging on his lips for a moment. Sometimes, as much as he loved his work, it was hard to be so far away from Ophelia. And then, in these moments as right now, he was the happiest man on earth, and all the waiting was paying off.

"It takes some skill, of course." He smiled and shrugged off his jacket, then slipped out of his shoes, leaving them in the middle of the bathroom. "But...I'm happy to show you." And with that he leaned down and pulled her lips into a kiss, sinking into it.

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Hearing him trying to force the heater into life she slipped off her jeans, socks and underwear. What followed was her jumper and she turned to look at him when he spoke. Hearing the rumbling from the first heater at least something was happening. "Then we have two more to fix," she smiled and looked at him leaning against the doorframe. How often did he find her standing there in all her glory in a freezing flat? She could feel goosebumps rise on her skin as she listened to him.

"Oh, do you?" she raised her brow at him as she dropped her bra looking at him. Walking over she gently took one of his hands in her and gave him a gentle tug to follow her towards the shower. The two of them had managed to fit even in her bathtub they could do this too. "You have to show me," she raised her brow at him again with a smile.

He hadn't even taken off his shoes yet. Just dropped his jacket and was now rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he started to work on the heater. It had been fun in the beginning - but now, after repeatedly trying to fix it, it was just plain annoying and infuriating.

"I hope you have two!" Gareth called out - before the heater began to rumble. Surprised, he stared at it for a moment, then pressed his palm against it. There it was. Slowly heating up. Pleased, he stood up and walked over to the open bathroom door, leaning against the frame. "Number one is working." He smiled, keeping his gaze above Ophelia's neckline. "I know a way of...how we can save water and time..."

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It was far from the first time she had come home to her flat being ice cold. When he set about the work of smacking the heater in the hallway into life, she knew there was one in the living room and then the bedroom eventually. "I guess it'll be me first then," she chuckled. She knew it was going to be cold, but if she went first he'd have warm water faster, the bathroom will be warmer and hopefully the heater will be working. She could survive a little cold.

"The duvet is thick enough for us to get toasty later," she told him as she went into the bathroom to get the hot water running. Not bothering to close the bathroom door she started the cold process of taking her wet clothes off.

Gareth stopped in his tracks, almost - literally - frozen to the spot. The flat was freezing cold, and it wasn't even winter yet. This was more than uncalled for. He shivered and let his bag drop to the ground, in a corner of the hallway, out of anyone's path. His first way was to the heater at the end of the hallway, and Gareth knelt down before it and gave it a few good smacks.

"You want me to peel out of my clothes and risk freezing any extremities on my way to the shower?" An eyebrow rose, and he turned to look at Ophelia over his shoulder. "I hope you have enough blankets..."

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They didn't have to move all of it in a day. They still had several days to get it done. He was always up bright and early, and she liked to sleep a little longer. She was off work and he was on leave so they should enjoy it a little. "I have to agree with you there," she smiled and started the climb towards her flat, being an older building they usually never had lifts and the stairs were narrow.

Reaching her floor she unlocked the door and sure enough the flat was colder than the grave "Not the warmest of welcomes," she shook her head as she turned on the light in the hallway. They had to get the heater fixed. Getting her shoes off she opened the door to the bathroom and turned the light on there "You want to go first or shall I?"

Six. It sounded like plenty of time, but if they really did want to move all his things to Ophelia's flat, it wouldn't leave much time in the end. They would have to get up early in the morning - which wasn't a problem for him. Gareth usually got out of bed around five in the morning, sometimes even earlier.

He stepped into the building after her, chuckling. "It's still better than being stuck in the desert." And that he had experience in.

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"I would eventually run out of books," she smiled and felt him put his arm around her. She enjoyed it when they could just be like any other couple. The rain wasn't as horrible now. Crossing the street she started getting her keys out of her pocket as they would soon be at her building. "Oh no mum isn't expecting us until like six I think," she looked up at him. Hopefully him meeting her mother wouldn't be a dragged out affair, she also wanted to enjoy as much time with him as she could before he had to go back.

As she pulled the door to the building open and stepped in she pushed some wet hair from her face and shook her jacket "No wonder we went around the world when all it does is rain here," she smiled.

"I mean as long as I'll be fed," she smiled "Whatever will I do when I'm locked away in your bedroom all day?" she laughed at the thought of him having to smuggle in food for her. "I hope I can make a nest or something under your bed so I don't get cold," she smiled. One of the downsides to living where she did was the cold that would creep in and when he was the nearest heat source she'd cling to him.

"Let's go," she gently tugged on his hand. They could have a warm shower when they got back to the flat and some dry clothes. They could discuss if it was a good idea to have her move with him to base, it would probably be better in the long term of things.

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"I mean as long as I'll be fed," she smiled "Whatever will I do when I'm locked away in your bedroom all day?" she laughed at the thought of him having to smuggle in food for her. "I hope I can make a nest or something under your bed so I don't get cold," she smiled. One of the downsides to living where she did was the cold that would creep in and when he was the nearest heat source she'd cling to him.

"Let's go," she gently tugged on his hand. They could have a warm shower when they got back to the flat and some dry clothes. They could discuss if it was a good idea to have her move with him to base, it would probably be better in the long term of things.

What he hated the most after getting out of the train, was the escalator - and the people pushing past everyone else. Congratulations, you are five seconds faster. He was still holding Ophelia's hand as they emerged from the station, and Gareth sucked in a deep breath of fresh air. Well, as fresh as it could get in a city like London.

"I can keep you a secret," he joked, smiling. "You wait in my bedroom, and I bring you food three times a day. I'm sure no one would notice."

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Holding onto his hands as they left the train and stepped out onto the platform people started spreading out, others heading for any connecting lines and others to the various ways out. Holding onto his hand as they stood on the escalator she chuckled when he spoke "This city is way too overcrowded," she agreed. Having lived here her entire life she knew what he meant. "You sure the army would hire me then?" she smiled. She was not meant to be sitting around and doing nothing, he did have a point. She knew if he applied they could get a home together, every armed forces member was entitled to one on base, with or without family. If they lived together there she'd see him every day.

Stepping into the rain she smiled feeling the drops fall onto her face and dampening her hair. She lived just down the road from this exit "I'm not made out of sugar. I can take some rain," she couldn't help but smile as she felt the water slowly dampening her clothes now.

Gareth kept his arms around Ophelia the entire time until the train stopped again, and only moved once the doors opened. He turned, and with his back to Ophelia, he reached behind him to take her hands again. Then he started moving with the crowd, always making sure he was still holding her hand. Thankfully the people dispersed once out on the platform, and they could breathe more freely again as they made their way to the stairs. It was still raining outside.

"There are too many people in this city," Gareth said half-jokingly, turning around to Ophelia. "We should just...move to the base. It's a lot calmer."

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Feeling the protection of both his arms made her smile. If anyone tried anything they were stupid and asking for it. It was clear the guy understood as he shot Gareth a worried look before turning to look out the window. It was nothing there but the blur of the tunnel they were driving through. As the train was moving towards their stop she smiled when he spoke "Oh I'm sure we could find space, I have my fair share as well," she liked to pretend nobody else were there and it was just the two of them.

"The next stop is Goodge Street," the familiar voice said over the speakers. "This is us," she smiled as the train started slowing down as it approached the station. It would be so nice to just get home and the two of them could just enjoy each others company.

"This is Goodge Street," the voice said again as the doors opened behind him. Taking his hand she didn't want to lose him in the crowd as people left the crowded train.

The moment he noticed Ophelia being pushed his way, he let go of the railing and instead wrapped both his arms around her so she wouldn't trip and fall. The tube had its good and bad sides; it was reliable and on time, but also crowded. There were certain lines that were best avoided.

Gareth sucked in a deep breath. The doors closed again, and the train started rolling once more. Then they were finally home. Could lie down. Let the stress from the day drop off. And for a few days they could just be themselves and spend all the time together. No drill, no shouting. "I'm going through my books right now," Gareth chuckled, his arms still around Ophelia. "They won't all fit in your flat."

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Ophelia knew that he wasn't big on words, but that he felt the same as her. Smiling as she felt his hand on her cheek she found herself leaning against his touch. Closing her eyes as she felt his forehead against hers it felt good to just be close again. Even if it was just for a few minutes. Kissing him back she rested her hand on the back of his neck. The thought that she might not be able to be alone with him again made her feel sick. Who where they to decide who she was allowed to love and not?

Nodding as he spoke her eyes met his. She trusted him with every fibre of her being. "We can't let him win," she whispered in return. Leaning her brow against his again she ran her thumb over the soft hair on the back of his head.

He stared at Ophelia after she said those three words he was usually dreading. Instead of saying them back, however, Gareth lifted his hand and gently rested it on her cheek, then leaned forward until their brows met. Then, finally, he tugged her lips into a soft kiss. God knows when they were alone again.

"I'll get you out of here," he whispered. "Tanner is on our side." And he was quite sure Q and Bond would help them, too. Bond hated Gordon even more than Gareth did.

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"I know," she smiled at him as he spoke. "I won't be unhappy Gareth," she didn't know what to tell him to ease what was bothering him. She wasn't going to run, she wasn't going to get up one day and walk away. That's not how she was, she'd never walk away unless someone gave her a reason to. If someone was unfaithful or put their hands on her? She'd be out the door in moments. He hadn't given her any reason, and him having the job he did was not a reason to her. She knew what it meant.

As the train stopped at another station sure enough despite it not being enough space a man had to squeeze past them and squeezed his way behind her pushing her against Gareth. She rolled her eyes, it was so typical London. Two more stops.

He looked down at Ophelia. She was saying all this now, but how would it be later on? What if they did stay together and moved away, and she followed him wherever he was stationed? He had heard a lot about the wives and girlfriends of others, and his own late wife hadn't been all too happy, either - many marriages and relationships broke up due to the soldiers' jobs. Why should it be any different for them?

"You know I only want the best for you. I don't...want you to be unhappy." Or end up having an affair because another man was there while Gareth wasn't.