"Eagle 1 to ground control," Dakota called. "Yellow Eagle is down,
repeat Yellow Eagle is down," she said cursing herself for taking the shot.
"We read you Eagle 1. We have yellow Eagle on the radar and are sending a recovery team. Return to base," the operator told them. They followed orders and prayed that their leader was safe.
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Taylor didn't remember much after she ejected. Her parachute deployed and she saw the ground coming up to meet her. The next thing she saw was her parachute draped around her. She unstrapped herself from her seat, cleared the chute off of her and stood. She fell back down- a searing pain went through her ankle and traveled up her leg.
"Shit," she said out loud. As she sat, she reached over to her seat and grabbed a small emergency radio. "Yellow Eagle to Base Command," she said breathing hard. She looked around and saw that she was in a heavily wooded area.
"We read you Yellow Eagle," she heard back. She smiled and tried to get her barings. "Recovery team is on the way. We have your coordinates locked on. Any injuries to report?"
"Left ankle discomfort, a few small contusions, but nothing serious," she said.
"Good to hear Lieutenant. We're on our way."
Thirty minutes later, Taylor was back on base and was reunited with her crew. "Dakota, I told you to take that shot, don't beat yourself up over it. You were doing what any good soldier would do- you followed command."
Dakota smiled and saluted her before the medics took over and looked at her ankle. "Nothing more than a bad sprain. Should heal fine with a few days of bedrest," the doc said. Taylor smiled wide- she had received word that she and her base mates were leaving tomorrow for home. . . then she would be discharged. . .
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Eric was sitting in his office when the phone rang. "Meyers," he said not looking up from the paperwork in his hand.
"Commander Meyers, I'm calling from the Air Force personnel department," a female voice said. Eric straightened in his chair. "Your wife's plane was taken down during active combat-" Eric felt his heart stop. What was she telling him- what had happened to Taylor?
"Where's my wife?" he asked, interrupting her.
"Sir, your wife is fine," she said. Eric breathed a sigh of relief. "She ejected from her plane and will be returning to home base within the week. It's our duty here at the base to inform all immediate family when something like this occurs."
Eric put his head in his hand. "is there any way I could speak with her?" he asked nervously.
"Yes- she's holding on the other line. The line will go dead for minute while it connects."
"Thank you so much," he said. The line went dead and after what seemed like hours, he heard her.
"Eric? Eric you there?" she said shakily. The connection wasn't the best, but she though she heard a muffled breathing sound.
Taylor smiled, though he couldn't see it. "I'm fine. . . are you okay?"
"I was so afraid when they called me. They said you got taken down in combat-"
"It was debris from another plane. I had to eject, but I'm fine, really I am." The line was silent for a moment. "We're being sent home soon."
"I've waited to hear those words from you since the day you left," he said smiling. Taylor laughed a little and began to hear the line breaking.
"Eric, the line's going to go," she said.
Eric clung to the phone, not wanting to let her go. "I love you Taylor," he said.
"Love you," was all she got out before the line went silent. Eric clung to those words and slowly hung up the phone. He reached into his shirt and pulled out the ring he wore around his neck and kissed it.
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Two days later, Taylor was back at her home base packing up her few belongings that still remained at her base house. She was going home tonight, but Eric didn't know- she had a smirk on her face when she realized that he would be either really pissed at her for not telling him she was home, or ecstatic.
She loaded the jeep that would drive her back to Silver Hills, and headed to her Commander's office where she signed her discharge papers and said her final farewells to her crew. Rodriguez and Dakota had volunteered to drive her back, and she was more than happy to have them.
The drive back was good as they pulled into the driveway of her house. She looked at the clock- it was almost midnight. "You guys alright to drive back?" she asked. They looked to each other and smiled.
"Yeah- we'll be fine," Dakota said. Taylor limped a little to the door and saw them sneak a quick kiss before she reached above the door and retrieved the hidden key. Smiling to herself, she carefully entered the dark house and set her duffle down.
She took off her jacket and boots and stealthily made her way up to her bedroom where she found Eric lying on his back in a black undershirt and loose red pants- she saw her ring hanging around his neck and suppressed the urge to cry at the sight.
She had waited for what seemed like ages to see him again, and she did let a tear escape her eye. She took off her pants and bra, leaving her in a tight fitting t-shirt and underwear. Eric didn't stir as she sat herself next to him and ran her fingers lightly over his cheeks.
He felt her hands on his face, but thought he was dreaming again. He had had this dream several times, but for some reason it felt more real than it had before. He felt a soft set of lips press onto his and he responded gently at first, but soon found himself going deeper until he felt the owner of the lips pull away.
He opened his eyes and stared up at Taylor. A tear escaped her eye and fell onto his chest. Eric felt the wetness on his shirt and realized that he wasn't dreaming. Cautiously, he reached his hand up and shakily touched her face, afraid she would disappear at any moment.
When she didn't, he sat up and grabbed her in his arms. Taylor wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder, taking in his intoxicating scent. Eric turned his head and kissed her neck while his hand went behind her head and held her to him.
He pulled away and cupped her face in his hand. "I must be dreaming," e said, half afraid she would say 'yes' and then disappear. Taylor didn't go anywhere though. She reached her hand up over his and turned to kiss his palm.
"You're not dreaming. . . I'm home," she said as she leaned in and kissed him again. She melted in his arms and felt herself getting lost in him.
Eric held her firmly against his chest, finally being able to feel her warmth again. "I think this belongs to you," he said as he took the ring off the chain and slipped it on her finger. "why didn't you tell me you were coming home tonight? I would have come to get you," he said as he placed small kisses on her neck, resting his lips where her collarbone met her shoulder.
"I wanted it to be a surprise. . . you're not mad are you?" she asked. Eric looked up at her.
"Yeah," he said kissing her lips. "I'm furious. . . I guess I'll just have to punish you," he said grinning. Taylor smiled at him and pulled him to her hard, pressing her lips to his with such passion, that it literally made them tingle with anxious anticipation.
"Please, Eric," she breathed as she lay down on her back. Eric pulled off his shirt and then hers, as he lay down on top of her. The feeling of skin on skin was intense, that they both were breathing deep as Eric looked at her and gently kissed her lips.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear as he trailed his hands down to her underwear, removing them quickly. Taylor tilted her head back as she felt his fingers caress her most sensitive spot- his other hand was doing marvelous things to her breasts, and she felt him against her leg and smiled.
Eric gasped as he felt her hand reach into his pants and begin stroking him slowly. He stopped his labors momentarily and removed his troublesome pants, allowing both of them to fully gaze at each other after so long. Taylor's hand traced his chest and abs and Eric ran a finger down her chest to her midsection.
"I love you, Eric," she said looking into the deep brown pools that she had dreamt about. He smiled and bent down to her and kissed her lip. It was so gentle, and yet it held all the emotions they had been holding in. Eric straddled her, not taking his lips from hers, and entered.
They slowly made love that they hoped would never end. Gently touching and kissing as they went, they both felt like it was their first time all over again. Never once did their lips leave each other, until Taylor felt the urge to cry out as her dam broke, sending a warm sensation through her. Eric reached his peak a moment later and rolled off her, holding her to his chest.
Taylor's arms were loosely wrapped around his waist and she laid a feathered kiss on his tanned chest. Eric held her to him and stroked her now wet hair. They were both sweating and breathing hard as they recovered. He kissed her forehead and felt her sink deeper into his embrace.
Soon Taylor heard the steady breathing of her husband and smiled as she too fell into a long awaited sleep in her love's arms.
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Taylor woke up warm and naked with a pleasant weight pushed up behind her. She smiled and felt Eric's arm around her. "You awake yet?" she heard him whisper. She traced his arm with her fingers and turned slowly to face him.
Eric's eyes went wide when he saw a few cuts and a bruise on her face. Taylor didn't know what was going on and looked at him concerned. "Eric? What is it?" she asked. He reached up and touched her cheekbone. She flinched slightly as he ran a soft finger over her bruise.
"What happened?" he asked. Taylor sighed and moved the sheet away to show two more large bruises over her shoulders and one more on her leg. "What the fuck?" he asked as his hand moved to her shoulders. "I didn't hurt you last night did I? What happened?"
"When I ejected, the force pushed the seatbelt down on me- hard. And the face thing is from when I landed." She saw the instant worry in his eyes. "Eric- you didn't hurt me," she said kissing him.
He sighed and covered her up. She looked at him oddly and put her bottom lip out. "You're sick of me already?" she said. Eric smirked and kissed her.
"Never. But I have to get to work and finish some things. . . but after that, I plan on spending some long over due time with my wife." He leaned in and kissed her again before getting up to go.
Taylor sank back into the soft sheets and soon was fast asleep again.
When she woke up, Eric was gone, but she smelled coffee coming from the kitchen and instantly grinned. Gathering her robe about her, she walked out and saw a fresh pot brewed and a yellow mug already set out.
After she had gotten ready for the day, her first duty was to call around and tell everyone she was home. Tori's reaction to her incident in flight was very similar to Eric's but she had been assured that everything was alright. They talked for almost and hour about things that were going on, before she heard the call waiting and had to hang up.
She changed over the line and found Alyssa's perky voice mixed with a baby in the background making a few small shouts. Taylor heard the little Evans and smiled instantly. She knew he'd be a chatterbox like his parents.
Some time later, Taylor was sitting on the back porch, looking out at the yard. Something was there that she didn't remember from before she left. She got up and walked over to the new flower bush and saw that yellow roses had been planted.
"Taylor? You home?" she heard a voice call from the gate. She turned and saw Jen.
"Jen!" Taylor said as she went to open the gate. The sight that met her eyes made her do a double take. "Oh my. . . why didn't he tell me you were pregnant?!" she exclaimed as she hugged her.
Jen pulled away and placed her hands over the small mound that was showing through her tight shirt. "Yeah well, we figured it would be a nice surprise for you when you got home," she said as they walked into the house. "Alright, tell me all about it. I need something to talk about besides baby stuff."
Taylor grinned and handed her a bottle of water. "You miss being in action don't you?" Jen returned the grin and they began to talk.
"We read you Eagle 1. We have yellow Eagle on the radar and are sending a recovery team. Return to base," the operator told them. They followed orders and prayed that their leader was safe.
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Taylor didn't remember much after she ejected. Her parachute deployed and she saw the ground coming up to meet her. The next thing she saw was her parachute draped around her. She unstrapped herself from her seat, cleared the chute off of her and stood. She fell back down- a searing pain went through her ankle and traveled up her leg.
"Shit," she said out loud. As she sat, she reached over to her seat and grabbed a small emergency radio. "Yellow Eagle to Base Command," she said breathing hard. She looked around and saw that she was in a heavily wooded area.
"We read you Yellow Eagle," she heard back. She smiled and tried to get her barings. "Recovery team is on the way. We have your coordinates locked on. Any injuries to report?"
"Left ankle discomfort, a few small contusions, but nothing serious," she said.
"Good to hear Lieutenant. We're on our way."
Thirty minutes later, Taylor was back on base and was reunited with her crew. "Dakota, I told you to take that shot, don't beat yourself up over it. You were doing what any good soldier would do- you followed command."
Dakota smiled and saluted her before the medics took over and looked at her ankle. "Nothing more than a bad sprain. Should heal fine with a few days of bedrest," the doc said. Taylor smiled wide- she had received word that she and her base mates were leaving tomorrow for home. . . then she would be discharged. . .
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Eric was sitting in his office when the phone rang. "Meyers," he said not looking up from the paperwork in his hand.
"Commander Meyers, I'm calling from the Air Force personnel department," a female voice said. Eric straightened in his chair. "Your wife's plane was taken down during active combat-" Eric felt his heart stop. What was she telling him- what had happened to Taylor?
"Where's my wife?" he asked, interrupting her.
"Sir, your wife is fine," she said. Eric breathed a sigh of relief. "She ejected from her plane and will be returning to home base within the week. It's our duty here at the base to inform all immediate family when something like this occurs."
Eric put his head in his hand. "is there any way I could speak with her?" he asked nervously.
"Yes- she's holding on the other line. The line will go dead for minute while it connects."
"Thank you so much," he said. The line went dead and after what seemed like hours, he heard her.
"Eric? Eric you there?" she said shakily. The connection wasn't the best, but she though she heard a muffled breathing sound.
Taylor smiled, though he couldn't see it. "I'm fine. . . are you okay?"
"I was so afraid when they called me. They said you got taken down in combat-"
"It was debris from another plane. I had to eject, but I'm fine, really I am." The line was silent for a moment. "We're being sent home soon."
"I've waited to hear those words from you since the day you left," he said smiling. Taylor laughed a little and began to hear the line breaking.
"Eric, the line's going to go," she said.
Eric clung to the phone, not wanting to let her go. "I love you Taylor," he said.
"Love you," was all she got out before the line went silent. Eric clung to those words and slowly hung up the phone. He reached into his shirt and pulled out the ring he wore around his neck and kissed it.
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Two days later, Taylor was back at her home base packing up her few belongings that still remained at her base house. She was going home tonight, but Eric didn't know- she had a smirk on her face when she realized that he would be either really pissed at her for not telling him she was home, or ecstatic.
She loaded the jeep that would drive her back to Silver Hills, and headed to her Commander's office where she signed her discharge papers and said her final farewells to her crew. Rodriguez and Dakota had volunteered to drive her back, and she was more than happy to have them.
The drive back was good as they pulled into the driveway of her house. She looked at the clock- it was almost midnight. "You guys alright to drive back?" she asked. They looked to each other and smiled.
"Yeah- we'll be fine," Dakota said. Taylor limped a little to the door and saw them sneak a quick kiss before she reached above the door and retrieved the hidden key. Smiling to herself, she carefully entered the dark house and set her duffle down.
She took off her jacket and boots and stealthily made her way up to her bedroom where she found Eric lying on his back in a black undershirt and loose red pants- she saw her ring hanging around his neck and suppressed the urge to cry at the sight.
She had waited for what seemed like ages to see him again, and she did let a tear escape her eye. She took off her pants and bra, leaving her in a tight fitting t-shirt and underwear. Eric didn't stir as she sat herself next to him and ran her fingers lightly over his cheeks.
He felt her hands on his face, but thought he was dreaming again. He had had this dream several times, but for some reason it felt more real than it had before. He felt a soft set of lips press onto his and he responded gently at first, but soon found himself going deeper until he felt the owner of the lips pull away.
He opened his eyes and stared up at Taylor. A tear escaped her eye and fell onto his chest. Eric felt the wetness on his shirt and realized that he wasn't dreaming. Cautiously, he reached his hand up and shakily touched her face, afraid she would disappear at any moment.
When she didn't, he sat up and grabbed her in his arms. Taylor wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder, taking in his intoxicating scent. Eric turned his head and kissed her neck while his hand went behind her head and held her to him.
He pulled away and cupped her face in his hand. "I must be dreaming," e said, half afraid she would say 'yes' and then disappear. Taylor didn't go anywhere though. She reached her hand up over his and turned to kiss his palm.
"You're not dreaming. . . I'm home," she said as she leaned in and kissed him again. She melted in his arms and felt herself getting lost in him.
Eric held her firmly against his chest, finally being able to feel her warmth again. "I think this belongs to you," he said as he took the ring off the chain and slipped it on her finger. "why didn't you tell me you were coming home tonight? I would have come to get you," he said as he placed small kisses on her neck, resting his lips where her collarbone met her shoulder.
"I wanted it to be a surprise. . . you're not mad are you?" she asked. Eric looked up at her.
"Yeah," he said kissing her lips. "I'm furious. . . I guess I'll just have to punish you," he said grinning. Taylor smiled at him and pulled him to her hard, pressing her lips to his with such passion, that it literally made them tingle with anxious anticipation.
"Please, Eric," she breathed as she lay down on her back. Eric pulled off his shirt and then hers, as he lay down on top of her. The feeling of skin on skin was intense, that they both were breathing deep as Eric looked at her and gently kissed her lips.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear as he trailed his hands down to her underwear, removing them quickly. Taylor tilted her head back as she felt his fingers caress her most sensitive spot- his other hand was doing marvelous things to her breasts, and she felt him against her leg and smiled.
Eric gasped as he felt her hand reach into his pants and begin stroking him slowly. He stopped his labors momentarily and removed his troublesome pants, allowing both of them to fully gaze at each other after so long. Taylor's hand traced his chest and abs and Eric ran a finger down her chest to her midsection.
"I love you, Eric," she said looking into the deep brown pools that she had dreamt about. He smiled and bent down to her and kissed her lip. It was so gentle, and yet it held all the emotions they had been holding in. Eric straddled her, not taking his lips from hers, and entered.
They slowly made love that they hoped would never end. Gently touching and kissing as they went, they both felt like it was their first time all over again. Never once did their lips leave each other, until Taylor felt the urge to cry out as her dam broke, sending a warm sensation through her. Eric reached his peak a moment later and rolled off her, holding her to his chest.
Taylor's arms were loosely wrapped around his waist and she laid a feathered kiss on his tanned chest. Eric held her to him and stroked her now wet hair. They were both sweating and breathing hard as they recovered. He kissed her forehead and felt her sink deeper into his embrace.
Soon Taylor heard the steady breathing of her husband and smiled as she too fell into a long awaited sleep in her love's arms.
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Taylor woke up warm and naked with a pleasant weight pushed up behind her. She smiled and felt Eric's arm around her. "You awake yet?" she heard him whisper. She traced his arm with her fingers and turned slowly to face him.
Eric's eyes went wide when he saw a few cuts and a bruise on her face. Taylor didn't know what was going on and looked at him concerned. "Eric? What is it?" she asked. He reached up and touched her cheekbone. She flinched slightly as he ran a soft finger over her bruise.
"What happened?" he asked. Taylor sighed and moved the sheet away to show two more large bruises over her shoulders and one more on her leg. "What the fuck?" he asked as his hand moved to her shoulders. "I didn't hurt you last night did I? What happened?"
"When I ejected, the force pushed the seatbelt down on me- hard. And the face thing is from when I landed." She saw the instant worry in his eyes. "Eric- you didn't hurt me," she said kissing him.
He sighed and covered her up. She looked at him oddly and put her bottom lip out. "You're sick of me already?" she said. Eric smirked and kissed her.
"Never. But I have to get to work and finish some things. . . but after that, I plan on spending some long over due time with my wife." He leaned in and kissed her again before getting up to go.
Taylor sank back into the soft sheets and soon was fast asleep again.
When she woke up, Eric was gone, but she smelled coffee coming from the kitchen and instantly grinned. Gathering her robe about her, she walked out and saw a fresh pot brewed and a yellow mug already set out.
After she had gotten ready for the day, her first duty was to call around and tell everyone she was home. Tori's reaction to her incident in flight was very similar to Eric's but she had been assured that everything was alright. They talked for almost and hour about things that were going on, before she heard the call waiting and had to hang up.
She changed over the line and found Alyssa's perky voice mixed with a baby in the background making a few small shouts. Taylor heard the little Evans and smiled instantly. She knew he'd be a chatterbox like his parents.
Some time later, Taylor was sitting on the back porch, looking out at the yard. Something was there that she didn't remember from before she left. She got up and walked over to the new flower bush and saw that yellow roses had been planted.
"Taylor? You home?" she heard a voice call from the gate. She turned and saw Jen.
"Jen!" Taylor said as she went to open the gate. The sight that met her eyes made her do a double take. "Oh my. . . why didn't he tell me you were pregnant?!" she exclaimed as she hugged her.
Jen pulled away and placed her hands over the small mound that was showing through her tight shirt. "Yeah well, we figured it would be a nice surprise for you when you got home," she said as they walked into the house. "Alright, tell me all about it. I need something to talk about besides baby stuff."
Taylor grinned and handed her a bottle of water. "You miss being in action don't you?" Jen returned the grin and they began to talk.