Band of Brothers Imagines

Horror Stories and Fairytales Pt ii - Ronald Speirs x Reader

The battle was finally over. You sank breathlessly into your foxhole, trying to regulate your breathing. Your mind instantly flashed back to last night, to your almost-kiss with Speirs in the rain like some cheesy dime store novelette, and you once again cursed Malarkey for interrupting you. Speirs was so infuriatingly impossible to read; you had no idea if he'd ever make a similar move again.
You were so absorbed by your thoughts that you didn't hear Speirs the first couple times he called your name, and you were only aware of his presence when he finally scrambled down next to you in the foxhole.
"Where's Malarkey?" You couldn't answer him for a moment, his eyes paralysing you just like they had last night. The glint of warmth you'd noticed in them then showed up more in the light of day; in fact, they were dazzling. They seemed to glimmer with a hint of something you couldn't quite read as he smiled at you. You were glad that it was a warm smile, and not the one that Speirs had terrified you with when he first greeted you last night.
"Dunno," you eventually replied, shrugging, as your shaking hands attempted to unscrew your canteen. Wordlessly, he took it out of your hands, his fingers lingering a little too long on yours for it to be an accident.
"Would it be rude of me if I said that I was glad he wasn't here?" Speirs' smile was more of a smirk now.
"Would you care if it was?" You retorted, the adrenaline still pumping through you from the fighting making you far braver than you had been in Speirs' company before.
"No." Silence enveloped you both for a few moments and you wondered what would come next. "So, are you gonna hold my hand again or do I have to tell you about the Brides of Dracula?" You wondered for a moment if Speirs was mocking you, but he sounded sincere, and you were gratified to see that he was still smiling at you.
"I think I'll pass on the story, thanks," you replied and slipped your hand into his, nerves coursing through you as the adrenaline began to fade. You felt something moist and sticky against your hand and pulled it away from his. You were horrified to see your hand covered in crimson.
"Is that blood?" You questioned, shock in your voice as you pointed at his own hand, noticing for the first time the stream of blood flowing down his hand and dripping onto the mud of the foxhole.
"Yes, but that doesn't matter right now, what does matter is-"
"You are literally bleeding! Of course that matters," you interrupted as you forcefully pushed up Speirs' sleeve and examined his wound. You were no medic, but it was obvious that he'd only just been grazed by something, so you wrapped the bandage from your aid kit around his arm. "You really are infuriating sometimes." You told him off, but then felt your cheeks grow pink, regretting your outburst.
"I know," he grinned, and you couldn't help but return his smile. "Anyway, I was trying to ask you something."
"Well?" You prompted as he left his question unasked.
"Can I kiss you?" Speirs was whispering now, his face just inches from yours. Your breath hitched in your throat and you just nodded as he brought his lips to yours. You noted their softness as he moved his lips gently on yours, breaking away quickly when you heard footsteps approaching. "I'll take you out. When we're back in England," Speirs didn't even wait for a response before climbing out of the foxhole, saluting Malarkey as they passed each other. Once again, your eyes bore into a hopelessly oblivious Malarkey, who just wanted to get some shut-eye in his foxhole.