Letters 10
Rachel dropped her bag on the floor wearily as she entered her apartment after rehearsal, she had been back in New York for just over a week and her heart hadn't stopped hurting since, she had thought going out to see Noah would have made it better not seeing him, but now that they were together it was worse not being with him. Ever since getting back she had been dodging calls from Jake who had suddenly wanted to get more involved despite her conversation with him before she had left that she was ending their dates to New York society events because she had found herself with a feelings for Noah, not that she had told him his name.
Slipping off her trainers, cursing that she had lost her Monday off because of her good deed of going to Afghanistan had worried the director who had thought she might have fallen apart in two days, suffice to say she hadn't told him about her audition for the movie her agent had set up. Truth be told she didn't completely love the production she was on at the moment but loved playing Elphaba so was putting up with it while her agent set up more guest spots for her and pushed for the movie audition.
Finding her mail on the table she picked it up with little enthusiasm thinking Noah wouldn't have been able to write a letter yet because she knew he had an operation for the last week, tossing the pile down again she wandered into her bedroom to pull off her sweaty t-shirt and pull on the one Noah had left behind. After a quick shower and ordering Chinese for one from her local she returned to the couch and her pile of bills and invitations that needed to be RSVP's to and paid, and there right at the bottom was a red and blue stripped air mail letter written with the familiar scrawl she had come to love.
Rachel
Hey gorgeous I know it was difficult for me to write this as well, and as you can maybe tell my writing isn't as perfect as normal because I'm writing this under torch light in my down time on my operation, which I can't tell you about sorry. Just to make it clear I love that you came out here despite how difficult it was to let you get on the helicopter and leave, well actually no, the entire time you were here I was freaking out about something happening and I wanted you to be safe, but you leaving hurt despite that.
But now everything is so much better than the last four months because now we are together, together together and it rocks that's all that matters. And by fuck yes you are meeting me at the airport in that skirt; I want to see it bouncing against those luscious smooth gorgeous thighs of yours as you run at me and jump into my arms, wrapping them around me. And then we are going back to that awesome four poster bed of yours in your room of your apartment, the one I avoided when I was there last, and I'm going to do all the nasty things my dirty mind is thinking to you. Pissing of your neighbours entirely as I do it I must add.
Now two more things before I really have to go to sleep, yes I loved that skirt because it was so short, when you sat down on my lap it didn't cover your ass and come one that is one thing the Puckerone notices thank you very much! Your bare ass only covered by your underwear on my leg? I had a raging hard on going on and you never noticed. Second thing, a film? Like a serious film in the cinema and stuff? Baby that's amazing, seriously I am so proud of you, I don't care if I have to book it months in advance I am going to be there for your premiere and everything and as soon as I get back that is another thing to celebrate.
Got to sleep now
Love Noah xxx
PS only 7 weeks by the time you get this one!
Puck grunted at the heavy weight of his private who had been injured by a road side bomb, only a skin wound so he wasn't too worried about him anticipating only a few stitches and a day rest considering it was in the leg. Thankfully it had been on the way back to the camp that the injury had taken place and the operation itself had been a successful two weeks by most standards in Afghanistan, now all he had to do was the normal duty of get up patrol come back to camp, guard and then finally home. After almost five months now he was ready to get home to Rachel, he didn't really remember when Rachel had become home, he assumed it was after his mom had stopped talking to him and everyone had been disappointed in him not taking a partial scholarship to Ohio State and had joined the army instead.
Truthfully he hadn't known what to do with his college credits that he had earned in AP classes at McKinley and had no real idea of what to do with his life and the army had promised a direction for at least eight years, a year in and he had been Officer fast tracked and encouraged to join the Rangers. He loved his job he really did, he loved the routine he even loved the challenge of it, sometimes he never did the same thing twice and while a lot of his time was spent training he loved the workout to.
But what he couldn't get now was how he was supposed to work in a proper relationship with Rachel long distance for another five years, and he couldn't understand how he was thinking that far ahead either. It should have been scaring him to think that far ahead but in truth he couldn't not imagine not thinking long term in relation to Rachel, she supported him, she was proud of him and he thought she loved him. Three things he had lacked in recent years.
As for him loving Rachel? It was a word he avoided, he didn't know why, he had signed his letter with love but he didn't really understand love, he didn't understand why anyone would love him so it made it even harder for him to really understand what it was. His own father had walked out on him, his mom had stopped talking to him when he signed up, and his sister had followed her example, his baby girl who he had loved had been taken from him and her mother who he had thought he had loved had turned out to be a completely different person than he thought. So how could he recognise real love when it was in front of him, when he had never experienced it?