<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom held the sniffing, crying Karra in his arms, just like he had ever wanted to hold her to comfort her. Her naked breast pressing against his chest and her tears running down warm over his skin. He had dreamed of being there for her, when she needed a shoulder to cry on, an embrace to make her feel loved and a strong arm to guide her. Everytime he had felt her pain he had wanted to comfort her. But she had never allowed him to be there for her fully. Now she did and it felt incredibly good. Tom knew that he loved her with all his heart and that he would always do. His hands stroked her long, curly hair. Karra was not only one of the most beautiful woman to his eyes, she was also one of the most vulnerable. And she had always buried herself deep inside, living alone through all her misery, when he had wanted nothing else than to take that burden away from her. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Shhh, it is ok, Karra. I am always here for you and I will not let you down. There is no Air Force to rip us apart and everything else we will manage together. Together we are strong..." </span><br/><br/>Tom held the shivering Karra in his arms until her sobs died down and her tears had tried on his skin. When she finally lifted her head he kissed the tears away from her eyes. She was his little kitten...if she liked it or not. He would always protect her and keep her safe. He had to...because Karra would probably be never able to avoid danger. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"We should dress, Tania is probably mad on us now, for letting her wait. How come, she worries suddenly about you? I would have expected her to worry about me, not about you?" </span> <br/><br/>Tom had only now realised that Tania had asked if Karra was ok. Not if he was ok. And he had been sure that he had interpreted her eye contact right in the airport. Hmp, it was strange. If Karra and Tania had gotten close, then he would face a hard time. Tom sighed loudly, when he helped Karra in her bra.</div>