Set some time before "That's Colonel to You" by ebineez01. Clearly inspired by her story. And yes I do have her blessing to take Jon out to play ;-)
As you might expect - warning for adult situation and sexual allusions
He was just too good to be true. A military man in his early twenties, he was in an amazing shape. He was funny and sweet and gentle, and still there was something about him that she had never seen in a man his age. She sometimes wondered if there was a dark side, too. For some reason that combination attracted her all the more. And he was an amazing lover, way beyond his years. He always played the 'teach me' card on her, but actually there wasn't much he had to learn. So her life was pretty amazing at the moment: she was highly successful in her job, and there was a man that took her breath away every time they met. Still she felt guilty. She liked him very much, but if she was honest with herself – and some time soon she would have to be honest with him – there wasn't really any room for him in her life. They were always hiding, as if they were cheating on somebody. There was this really important business party thing she had to attend, and she just knew she couldn't go there with him. Which was ridiculous. If he was her age, or older that her, everybody would have fallen for him at first sight. But none of her business partners – all male of course and some of them happy to show up with their beautiful young ladies – would have accepted Jon at her side. He would probably hate it anyway, but that wasn't the point.
"Jon, I need to talk to you."
'Ow.' "What did I do?"
She smiled at that.
"Nothing. Well nothing wrong at least", she added with a slight blush.
He reached out and caressed her cheek, and she leaned in for a long kiss.
"You are stalling", he whispered against her mouth.
"Crap, you noticed."
He moved away a little to look at her.
"So. Spill."
"Remember that party I told you about the other day?"
"Yeah, it's a business thing, right?"
"Yes, it is."
He just kept looking at her. She lay back and stared at the ceiling.
"Well I wish I could ask you to come with me, but I can't. I'm sorry, Jon."
He wasn't quite sure why that seemed to trouble her.
"That's OK, it's not like we're married or something. And even if we were, it's business, right?"
She turned to look at him.
"I feel bad about this."
"Not taking me to the party?"
"No. Yes, among other things. Us."
She let out a sigh.
"What are we talking about here? Are you breaking off with me?"
She winced. She didn't want him to get hurt, hell she didn't want herself to get hurt, and she didn't want to let him go. But this wasn't fair, and they should have had this conversation a while ago. She'd always delayed it, but he deserved the truth.
"No, Jon. At least that's not what I want. But I think this isn't really fair. I feel like I'm using you."
He smirked and kissed her, and this time neither of them was stalling. They simply reveled in the lust they evoked in each other. He broke the kiss to look a her, still smirking.
"I'd say there's nothing wrong with you using me. I guess I can be put to good use...like this maybe?"
And he kissed her again, his hand roaming from her shoulder over her back to her waist. His mouth wandered, too – from her lips to her neck and her breast, licking her nipple with just the right pressure to make her moan.
"Jon, please."
He stopped.
"You're being serious", he said with a frown. "You really think I feel bad about what we have."
"Well, rather about what we don't have. I'm treating you like the secret lover I cheat on my husband with, only that I don't have a husband. I keep you hidden like I was ashamed of you, and yet you are amazing. I guess I'm just waiting for the moment you realize that you need something else. Someone to have a family with maybe. I don't know."
He smiled at her, and it was warm and affectionate.
"I like you. A lot. You're funny and strong and beautiful, and you're hot."
She snorted at that.
"That's rich, coming from you."
"Can we be serious now or what?"
"OK, OK. I'm being serious."
"Good. So, while you are all those things, I can absolutely see how I don't fit into your life. And that's OK! I'm fine the way things are. I get to make love to an amazing woman who keeps telling me I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. Stop worrying and just enjoy. Seize the moment, carpe diem, whatever. Feel free to use me...", his eyes grew dark and his voice was pure temptation. He'd obviously forgotten they were being serious. "...any time you feel like it", he ended in a breath against her throat that sent shivers all over her body. She forgot what she had been worried about and gave in to his hands, his mouth and his body.
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"So, no need for a more serious relationship?"
"Uh, I'm in no hurry..."
"What kind of woman would have to come your way to make you change your mind about that?"
When he didn't answer her right away something dawned on her.
"Oh my God, there is one. You already have the right woman for that, don't you?"
"Well I obviously don't have her", he quipped, but there was an edge to it.
"I'm sorry, Jon. Does she know how you feel about her?"
"I guess she does."
"So why are you here with me instead of - wherever - with her?"
"She – has some issues with another man."
"Are you kidding me? Why would any woman in her right mind chose someone else over you?"
"You're sweet. Thank you." He kissed her. "It's complicated."
"Yeah, that's what you young people say these days, right?"
Jon chuckled.
"Actually she's about your age. Which means very, very old."
His trained reflexes spared him a blow, but just a moment later she straddled him.
"You are so in for it, airman."
They wrestled on the bed breaking into fits of laughter. When they ran out of air she fell on the bed next to Jon and fought to get her breathing under control. When she finally succeeded she looked at him.
"You really care about that woman, right?"
"Well I guess I do. But she won't take me serious. I might have to make General before she looks at me."
"Jon? Seriously? She doesn't deserve you."
"Well maybe you could talk some sense into her. Drag her away from the old geezer."
She bent over his face. Tracing his features with her fingertip she whispered:
"She doesn't know what she's missing."