Prompt Fun

  prompt: Addict

   He walks across the floor over to her, scars mar his once pristine face. As he walks closer, a look of confusion etches on her face. He smiles, knowing how his face has changed.
  "Is that anyway to greet a lover?" He moves to sit down in front of her. He takes out a cigar to smoke, after he lights up the cigar. She begins to put two and two together.
   "S-smoker?" He smiles.
   'She still remembers.'
   "Oh, my god! Smokey!!" She launches at the burly man. A loud laugh erupts from said man, as he hugs her back. The people around them look at them. Some strangely. some angrily, But neither of them really cared at the moment. She steps back from the hug, with tears in her eyes.
   "You could've written me a letter once in a while. I mean, its not like you were imprisoned, a letter once in a while would've been nice." He walks back over to the cafe seats, and sits down.
   "I know, I know. Being in the Navy, doesn't really offer a lot time wise. I was still thinking about you though." She leans over and gives him a kiss on the lips. A short, but sweet kiss. They both sit and stare into each others eyes, filled with complete adoration.
   "Did you catch any pirates on the high seas, Admiral." The question caught him off guard for a second. He looks at her and laughs.
   "What it's a valid question?" She giggles at his loud, at his hearty laugh. She moves over to the waiter to get both of their favorite drinks. After 3 minutes of waiting, a waitress finally appears. by the name of Evy.
   "I'm sorry for the long wait. Now what may I get you?" The girl asks with a small smile.
   "Oh, we didn't wait long at all. I would like a fresh mint iced coffee. What would you like dear?"
   "I think I'll take a cup of black coffee, Thank you." The girl looks up from the pad of paper, and smiles.
   "Alright, coming up in a minuet." Once the girl leaves, she asks the question, the one she as been fearing the answer to.
   "Are you going back, or staying here?" He lets out a long sigh. while taking a hit of the cigar, still in his hand. He looks at her, hope in her eyes. Her body starts to shake, out of fear for the answer. He looks down at the uniform he is wearing. White. The simple of purity, but stained by millions of Innocent, and condemned blood.
   "I have to go back, they still need me." Tears fall down from her eyes. She walks over to him for a hug. Crying into his shoulder.
   "How long?" She asks her voice cracking.
   "I-I don't know." He rumbles. He grabs her face, making her looks up at him. She looks at him with pleading eyes. A softness she had long forgotten, is seen in his eyes.
   "Can you stay the night?" She begins to fiddle with her wedding ring. A smile appears on his face.
   "Yes, I can."