A/N Another one-shot! Let me know what you think.
SUMMARY – A late night escapade holds unexpected consequences.
WARNINGS – Sexual content
His arms wrapped around me like a snake coiling tightly to its prey. It caused my breath to hitch in my lungs. I can't see him because of the darkness, but I can feel the material of his uniform pressing against my back; the same apparel that makes him appear so menacing and terrifying to his enemies. The heat of his body encompasses me and its soothing compared to the cold weather that's been lurking around the Estate.
Standing in the middle of the long hallway, the shadows enveloped us and it was silent until he spoke "You should be more careful" he muttered, not too loud encase someone might be awake and close by. It's well into the night and past my curfew. I should be in bed and fast asleep – certainly not talking to the Soldier.
"I wanted to see you" I replied "You weren't at training today"
"There was business to be dealt with"
My eyes wandered in the darkness, lightly brightened by the moonlight streaming in from the windows, to find a nearby oil painting that hung from the carved panel walls. Of course, it didn't bother me in the slightest that he might have killed someone tonight, or on any one of the nights he was gone. It's normal. It's necessary. And I never ask about it. I don't need to know and he doesn't need to tell me; not that he ever would.
I turned around in the Soldiers arms, which seemed to slacken. Facing toward him, I took shallow breaths and I could smell the fainting but distinct scent of gasoline and metal. Reaching out, I touched his left arm; the pads of my fingers slowly skimmed up the cold metal plates until it went to reach the sowed shoulder of his uniform.
He grabbed my wrist and lowered my hand away "Go back to bed" he instructed "You know the rules"
Shifting to move past me, I quickly clutched his arm to make him stop. I don't want the Soldier to leave, not yet. Gently loosening my grip, my hand wandered down his forearms to brush against the flesh of his right hand. Tracing faint patterns, I barely had time to respond when the Soldier suddenly grabbed hold of me. Wincing, his grip was tight and a hand fisted into my hair to hold me still. I can feel burn along my scalp and bruises starting to form.
"What do you want?" he questioned with anger and slight confusion.
Peering up at him, the beams of moonlight that came through, partially illuminated his face with an eerie gleam. Staring down at me, I watched as his own grey orbs trailed down to gaze at my lips. For some reason he's always like this, so hesitant and cold in the beginning. He acts as if he doesn't want to touch me and that he hates my very site – and then he does this.
The surprising but anticipated kiss.
Pressing his lips against mine, the stubble on his face scratched at my soft skin. Sighing in enjoyment, he reached down and picked me up with a hand under each thigh. Locking my ankles around his firm waist, he moved forward towards the door of his room – the place I was trying to get to before he caught me red handed.
Opening the wooden door with ease, we stepped inside the abyss of his room. Small and square shaped, there isn't much in terms of furniture. It's bare, with only the essentials of a single bed and a tall wooden cabinet. There's a medium sized window adjacent from his bed that overlooks the great span of trees that fills the back of the large Estate.
Afterwards, when I have a few minutes to spare, I'd sometimes sit and look at it. I always craved the outdoors but we were never allowed to leave the Estate. Every time I'd see a glimpse of the outside world through a window, I'd always feel so taunted by it. It seemed so close, separated by only a thin sheet of glass, and yet it was so far away.
Almost completely out of reach.
The wooden door closed and I was brought from my straying thoughts as we fell back onto his bed. It creaked and dimpled slightly from our combined weight. Moving his lips against mine, the Soldiers movements weren't rushed; just heated and firm. Not bothering with the lights, we couldn't risk someone seeing the glow underneath the door and coming to investigate.
We're too careful – too careful get caught, no matter how daring and dangerous the situation sometimes is. Like those lingering touches during training or quick moments in a hidden corner or an empty room. In honesty, I don't know how we got to be here – together with one another. I just know its feels good and incredibly satisfying. I've never had a connection like this, until now.
Pulling my shirt over my head and flinging it on to the wooden floor below, I wriggled out of my pants and watched as the Soldier discarded his own black vest and shirt. My heart raced beneath my chest as he worked on the buckle of his pants. Leaning over me, the press of his warm and solid body raised hairs on the back my neck and along my arms. A few strands of his own long brown hair dangled down to almost brush against my face.
Reaching up to move away the loose hairs, I pulled him down a little closer before leaning up to press my lips back against his. The Soldiers right hand trailed down, rough and warm, along the soft flesh on the side of my stomach. Shuddering from both the cold air and his gentle touch, I enjoyed the moments like these. It makes me feel different in an odd sort of way – something emotional.
But then he'd freeze for a split instant and that same angry and confused expression would cross his face. It's as if his personality flickers from one person to another. Like there's some sort of power struggle going on inside of him and he doesn't know which one to listen too. Earlier on, when we'd first started to meet, I'd try to say something. I tried to get him to talk but it just made things worse. He seemed even more conflicted and so I stopped trying and left him alone, but it's alright.
The body reveals more than words.
Curling his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, the Soldier leant back to drag the garment down the length of my legs. Taking hold of my left ankle, his lips trailed wet kisses to my knee before letting go "Turn around" he said.
Rolling over, he grabbed my waist to pull my backside up into the air. Fisting the bedsheets, my cheek pressed into his pillow and I could smell his lingering scent along the fabric; masculine and alluring. Spreading my legs wide, his calloused hand trailed along the base of my spine and down the curve of my backside to rest on my upper thigh. I could feel him pushing into me from behind, slowly sliding in deep to fill me up.
Holding in a wince, the stretch burns a little, but never as painful as the first time. Pulling almost all the way out, the Soldier continued to thrust again and again. I bit the knuckle of one of my fingers to quiet myself. My walls stretched further each time as he slowly built up the pace. The bed finally began to creak as it rocked to the motion of our bodies.
Moaning into the pillow, which I squeezed tight, sometimes I could feel him hit the very back wall; it was a little uncomfortable but very enjoyable. The waves of pleasure felt almost sinful as my toes curled and thighs shook. Biting my tongue and lip to keep back the moans, a tang of iron coated my mouth; sweet and salty. I can feel the familiar coil starting to wind itself tighter in the pit of my belly, and I lowered my torso down just a little to shift the angle.
Plunging deeper, a gasp tore from me as my eyes squeezed shut. A jolt of pleasure shot right through me like lightening and my groin tingled wet and warm at the new sensation. All those times and he's never done that before – hit that certain spot. I didn't have a chance to recover or conjure a single thought when his cold metal hand pressed down on my upper back.
Pinning me down, the Soldier pounded into me at a rough and unrelenting pace; each time hitting that exact spot that sparked explosions. Whimpering and moaning into the pillow, it didn't take long until my internal dam broke. Thrusting a few seconds longer, a warm gush filled my belly and a low grunt of moan sounded from behind me. It satisfied me, to know that the noise he'd made was because of me.
Blinking a few times, my vision was a little hazy and speckled with stars from having squeezed my eyes so tight. Small aftershocks thumped between my legs and the Soldier pulled out a moment later. Pulling me up, he manoeuvred us so that I lied on top of him, since there isn't much room on the single bed to be beside each other.
Resting my head on his chest, I took calming breaths. A slight sheen of sweat coated my skin and my locks of brown hair clung to my face and neck. Staring across the room, I looked out through the glass window and toward the trees. With my ear pressed against the Soldiers chest, I could hear the steady and firm rhythm of his heartbeat. As always, it's calm and even, as if we'd just been lying here this whole time.
Watching the very tops of the trees sway with the caress of the wind, I sighed knowing that I should leave before someone notices I'm gone. Getting out of bed, my feet touched the wooden floor and I found my scattered clothes before getting dressed. It isn't unusual for me to leave like this – so abrupt. But he never seemed to be bothered and it wasn't as if he held me in his arms afterwards, or tried to kiss me.
He never did any of that.
Afterwards always felt so remote and distant, especially within recent days. Facing away from the Soldier as I shrugged on my shirt, I went to open the door when I felt his warm chest press up against my back. The gesture shocked me, as it was unusual. All the other times he lets me go without a single word or move to stop me. The warmth of the Soldiers breath fanned along my neck and I swallowed the lump that had formed in the back of my throat.
"This is the last time" he whispered.
And it was – the very last.
