She sneaks across the vast, dark desert, the full moon shimmering off her black curtain of hair, and flitting across her eyes as she moves closer to the tent. She can hear stirrings inside, as the men are restless in their sleep.
Her smooth face wrinkles slightly as she thinks to herself, trying to remember what corner of the tent you were in. She quietly moves in to the back corner, as graceful as a panther on the prowl. She slides down across the ground, the sand whispering and grabbing at her curves, as if they are reluctant to let her go. She slowly eases the sandbags away that are holding down the tent flap and rolls her body under it and inside, as quiet and unseen as a wisp of vapor flowing across the night. She fastens the bags back down behind her and crawls over to your bedside.
Her vision adjusts and she watches you sleep, your chest moving up and down with each of your breaths. She sighs to herself as she watches you for a moment. She loses track of time, just running her eyes over you, gazing at you hungrily.
Her body is burning under her black, skintight outfit, her heart thumping so loud she is afraid to wake the whole FOB. Thinking of the FOB, she quickly looks around, alert for any signs of movement, any soldiers that might have heard her, or just awakened to relieve themselves in the middle of the night. Reassuring herself that all is safe, she focuses back on you. She slides her boots off and puts them under your bed. She stands up next to you and slowly, as quietly as she can, zips down her body suit and peels it off of herself, before stowing it away under the bed as well.
You stir a little in your sleep. It could be her presences beside you that your detecting, that feeling that she is near. Or maybe the scent of her hot body, released from the suit, wafting over your nose and reminding you of other sweaty nights entangled in the same smell.
Whatever the case, you writhe against the bed for a moment, your tongue flitting over your lower lip, as you let out a small moan and shift restlessly against your pillow. She smiles to herself as she watches you settle back down. The cool night now plays around her naked body, little breezing blowing playfully over her skin like tiny, cold skinned faeries. She takes down her hair and runs her fingers through the tresses before moving over beside you, the smell of her stronger now on the air.
She unzips the side of the sleeping bag and sits on the edge of the bed, slinking in one foot and the other before shimming down next to you, her legs curling and wrapping around yours. Even though so much time has passed, your arms naturally reach out to curl around her form, a habit that has not broken yet it seems.
Your face nuzzles down into the curtain of her hair now spread fragrantly over your pillow, and you sign in contentment, burying your face in the crook of her neck. She smiles as her arms wrap around to embrace you back, planting small kisses over your brow. Your body suddenly stiffens, your eyes opening part way as you blink at her in confusion. Your gazes lock and your brow wrinkles as you try to think through the haze of sleep.