[NSFW] musesandlyrics | 6.26 James Morrison lyrics
6.26. 'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
'Cause someday I might know my heart
Give Me Something - James Morrison
Co-written with a68whiskey
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It was a meeting with his superior officer that was what finally gave Mike a boot up the ass in the right direction. Expectedly, Mike wouldn't be here in Afghanistan for a full term because it was so close to his last deployment. He was needed at the moment, but he would be home sooner than the others that shipped out with him this time and he would have a long, and well-deserved R&R ahead of him after that. He really couldn't wait, but they couldn't actually tell him when he would be going home, so as usual, everything was left hanging. And that was his job, he was okay with that, but did every aspect of his life really need to be left hanging right along with it? Rob pulled off the whole marriage thing, and Leila was okay when she had to wait for him. It wasn't easy, but they still made it work, still couldn't get enough of each other when they were together. Then Rob was nearly killed... should have died. It changed everything, made it warp from simple what-ifs to reality and brought a lot home to everyone. It was more than a wake up call. Mike couldn't deny that since then, he had been analysing and overanalysing his own life in very fine detail. He was nearly thirty and had nothing to show for it. Just because he was a soldier and fought for his country, did that really mean he had to go without things like a wife, kids, a house to call his own?
He didn't have answers to any of those questions, but he was working on breaching the gap a little. It just wasn't easy dislodging a mindset that he had lived by for years. He had been blinkered, and his mind existed on one track. But he felt like he was willing to try. Sure, there was a chance he would flounder and wouldn't know how the fuck to pull it off or change enough to make a difference, but he really was willing to try. He sauntered up the hall of the infirmary and came to stand in the doorway of the ward Charlie had been staying in while she recovered from the infection. She was standing beside the bed, doing up her cammo pants and Mike smirked in amusement when she cursed as she discovered a knot in one of the laces. "We can't let ya' go til ya' have one final examination, darlin'," he drawled from where he stood leadning against the doorframe with his arms loosely folded across his chest.
Charlie was still ready to drown in guilt despite the conversation with Rob. She knew Mike would be busy, and he'd have his duties to attend to, but part of her still figured she'd pushed her luck a little too far with her old friend. She hadn't seen him for years and then to just dump all that crush stuff on him, and kiss him, and throw on the friends with benefits suggestion... it was no wonder he'd retreated. She was probably coming across like some crazy stalker lady. She huffed out a breath as she battled with the knot, but her head whipped around at the sound of the familiar drawl.
It was one that never failed to set her nerves tingling, and a heat rolling through her body and pooling between her thighs. She couldn't help it, she was just wired to react to Mike for whatever reason. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and she smiled as she looked at him before frowning. "What? No, no more examinations. I'm all examined out. I've been prodded from all kinds of directions, and I'm all good. I got the a-okay to clear out, so no. No examinations."
Mike pushed away from the door, the smirk turning into a smile as he breached the gap between them. "Sorry, darlin'. I ain't joking. Doctor's orders. I drew the short straw. Ya' ain't gonna mind someone ya' know giving ya' a lil check over, are ya'? Last thing ya' want is to get out there and realise ya'... ain't been taken care of properly," he told her and tilted his head in the direction of the door, the exams rooms just up the hall. "I won't keep ya' any longer than needed," he added, choosing his words carefully.
Charlie was still frowning, but eventually she just shrugged a shoulder. At least it would mean time with Mike even if he had drawn the short straw. Apparently he hadn't wanted to voluntarily give her the check over. She pressed her lips together as she pulled them to the side, her eyes studying his face for a moment. "I guess if it's Doctor's orders and all. Can't believe I have to go through another goddamn check up. I swear it's like you guys just expect a third head, or somethin' to grow overnight. Not that I have a second head, that's for you men." She reached up to start pulling her hair behind her into a ponytail, using an elastic she'd had on her wrist to keep it back from her face before she moved past him towards the door, and out into the hall. "Coulda at least just said please, you know."
"I ain't askin' ya', I'm telling ya', Specialist Avery," Mike returned in amusement, taking a step back and holding his hand out to indicate he would move on after her. "Ya' really are moody when ya' gotta do somethin' ya' ain't happy 'about, ain't ya?" Walking behind her did well have her advantages, and even though he was subtle about it, he was definitely appreciating the view. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that he did love a girl in cammos. A lot. Maybe that's where he had been going wrong his whole life? Looking a little less further afield was maybe the answer. There might be a physical distance between them in different units, at different brigs, but on a level of emotion and understanding, there wasn't very much distance at all.
Charlie remained oblivious to him appreciating the view, even if subconsciously she was moving less like a soldier, and more like a woman as her hips dipped and swayed. Maybe it was hard to walk sexy in combat boots, but the truth was you just had to know how to work them. She hadn't even had a chance to pull her shirt on yet, still wearing just a white tank top. "Whatever you say, Sergeant. Wouldn't want to get myself into any trouble." She turned her head slightly to glance over her shoulder at him. "I ain't being moody, I just don't wanna find yet another needle getting stuck in me."
When they reached the exam room, Mike held the door open for her. "Oh come on. Are ya' really tellin' me that a combat sniper is scared of a lil ol' injection now and again?" he teased. "I'll tell ya', ya' frontline soldiers can be such wimps when ya' land ya' butts in a medical environment. Nevermind that the reason ya' actually here probably hurt a whole lot worse than anything we'll do to ya' to fix it." He closed the door of the exam room once she had followed him inside, and he subtley flicked the lock on in. "I'm goin' to have to ask you to take your shirt off, ma'am."
Charlie was ready to give him a shove for the sniper comment, but she arched an eyebrow at his request. "My shirt?" She was still staring at him, confusion and a hint of lust playing out across her features. It was ridiculous just how much this was smacking of the fantasies she'd used to get herself off over the past few nights. Her cheeks starting to turn a little pink, and she crossed her arms over to grip the hem of her tank top and pull it up over the top of her head easily. She tossed it to the side and put her hands on her hips as she waited. "At the risk of being inappropriate, you're hot when you take charge."
"Really?" Mike returned, the smirk back on his lips. And she thought there was no up side to have a small bra size. He was seeing a good level of positives right here, the fact she didn't have a bra on under the tank top, and probably wouldn't wear one until she needed to kit up in her fighting gear again. If he was actually giving an examination right now, he would definitely have been a lot more professional and probably reaching for some latex gloves right now. Gloves were the last thing on his mind as he sauntered over to her, eyes moving from her body up to lock with her gaze. He stood in front of her, about a foot away from her for a few moments, not saying anything further. He still didn't say anything else when his hand came to rest softly on her hip, but he didn't give her a chance to even ask what he was doing before he captured her lips in a hungry kiss, pulling her against him in a heated embrace, hands possessively exploring her bare back.
Charlie was stunned, not sure when Mike's intentions had shifted, and not sure how she really hadn't picked up on what he was doing. Probably because it was Mikey and he'd never given her any indication that he'd been thinking of her as anything other than a friend, even after their last conversation. She also wasn't about to debate it, her hands already clawing at his shirt to tug it out of his pants so she could get her hands down the back of his waistband and grip his ass. Like any soldier Mike was fit, and being pulled up against a warm wall of muscle was enough to get Charlie's blood flowing, and her desire kicking into gear. She moaned against his mouth, fingers digging into the firm flesh of his buttocks. She couldn't help herself, it was definitely one part of him she'd been dying to touch.
Mike was suddenly super aware of how long it had been since he had sex. Rachel had been his last and that was over a year ago now. He didn't think it was really a sad feat, he stood by his morals and values, he didn't think he had made bad decisions, even if there had been consequences of them. But now it just felt like his senses were so piqued, it was like an onslaught of feelings and sensations. Yeah, the examination had been a ruse. He hadn't been able to think of any other way they could spend time together before she went back out there. They might not see each other again for a very long time. He didn't know what would happen, or they would ever be able to find themselves on the same page, but they had this small window of time here and he wanted to make the most of it. If fucking in one of the infirmary exam rooms was the only way they could pull that off, then so be it. She had told him when they had spoken that she wanted sex, and since she had admitted to him that she had been crushing on him in the past, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, about all the what-ifs that had passed them by. If nothing else, at least they could have this. This kiss didn't break, and it was like he just couldn't kiss her enough. One hand left her back, brushing over the curves of her body that he had been trying to imagine under his fingertips for days. He already had her pushed up against the exam bed, and he was seeing now that although the army attire was protective, it was also a pain in the ass for things just as trying to take a gorgeous girl on an exam bed. His hand found her breast, and he couldn't stop a small groan of appreciation deep in his throat. He didn't care if she didn't think she was adequate in that department, she fucking was and it was exactly how Mike liked a girl's body. Just enough to drive him wild and he softly pinched her nipple between his fingers, rocking up against her, his erection pressing hard against her hip.
It was true that Charlie never thought she would ever be womanly enough for any man. The little curves she did have she just figured were too subtle for most men to appreciate, and they'd just see a straight up and down boyish figure, but Mike's hands were doing a pretty fucking good job at finding them, and knowing just where to touch her. His hand went to her breast, and Charlie thought she was going to turn into a puddle of mush right then and there. She couldn't help it, she'd worked herself into a frenzy over the last few days; unable to stop thinking about him, and unable to satisfy herself like she imagined he would. Her hands pulled out of his pants as she rubbed her hip against his erection, fingers finding the buttons on the front of his cammo shirt as she started to work them, all the while her tongue pulsing against his as they continued to kiss. She got the shirt open, already pushing it down his shoulders as she cursed softly under her breath, desperately wanting out of the boots, and pants so he could get her up on the exam table and fuck her senseless. She had no idea what had come over him, but she liked it. Her hands abandoned the shirt in favour of tugging his tank top up, fingernails scraping over his six pack as she gave a moan of appreciation. "Mike..." she whispered as she broke the kiss just enough to catch her breath briefly.
The soft whisper of his name set a burst of arousal through him. He was thanking his practical planning skills tenfold for the fact he had jerked off in the bathroom a short while ago so he wouldn't come in his pants the minute he saw her naked in any capacity. It should afford him at least a small amount of stamina. It would really suck if he couldn't even get his cock inside her before he climaxed, and she would probably end up thinking that even friends with benefits really wouldn't be worth her while. He hadn't lost his sexual skills, they were just a little rusty from lack of use. He shrugged his arms out of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor behind him. He had to reluctantly take his hands from her body so he could help her with her own pants, but it would be much more efficient if they helped each other out. He broke the kiss to tease his lips down her throat, sucking and softly biting at her collarbone and then trailing his tongue along her pulse point. He was working on getting her trousers undone while she seemed to pick up on the multitasking and was working on his. Boots would be easy, he had left them unlaced so he could just kick them off when he got rid of the pants. He was achingly hard, literally. Up until now, they seemed to just be a metaphor, but his cock was literally aching to be inside her, feeling like it was going to explode from anticipation. He couldn't help thrusting against her to get some more rough friction, and although he wanted this to last, as soon as he had the zip and buttons on her pants released, he couldn't fight the temptation to bury his hand between her legs, his fingers sliding inside her to feel her heated dampness and rub against her clit. A gasped moan of pleasure caught in his throat and found her lips again, kissing her hungrily.
She had his pants well and truly pushed down, but unlike Mike, Charlie hadn't known she would need her laces untied on her boots. She was still lamenting the fact that they were securely fastened on her feet when his hand disappeared between her thighs and her breath hitched as she kissed him back. She gripped at his arm, keeping his hand in place as she started to rock against his fingers, encouraging more friction. She gave another longing moan, the low sound feeling like it came from somewhere deep inside her chest. She hadn't been as deprived as Mike in the sexual department, but she wasn't all that far behind. Any of her last encounters had really only been glorified masturbation. She may as well have just stayed at home and fingered herself for all the work she'd been doing, the men just lying there and giving her nothing. She hadn't even come. She released his arm and tugged his tank top up and over his head to leave him completely naked. Charlie pulled back from the kiss so she could drink in the sight of his naked, her fingers trailing down his torso before they found his cock, her touch featherlight as she teased it along his length. She licked at her lips, her chest already starting to heave from the heavy breathing. He was beautiful. He was more than she could have ever imagined. Her grip became more sure as she curled her fingers around his cock and started to stroke her hand up and down, her other hand bracing itself against his shoulder as she leaned in to close her mouth around one of his nipples.
Mike knew he could easily just give in like this, hands doing all the work and still walk away an extremely happy man. But then what? Anyone could give each other hand jobs. He wanted her to be able to go away with something, to at least not leave her regretting the half-hearted encounter as she went back out into the depths of the war. Not that he was still entirely convinced he was the right person to give it to her, but he could give her all he had to offer. He indulged in her touches for a few moments, sliding his fingers in and out of her in a smooth rhythm, feeling her getting more and more wet and wanting to experience going down on her. Which had him realising he could actually kill two birds with one stone. He tucked the fingers of his free hand under her chin, lifting her head again and kissing her a little more softly this time, his exploring her lips and seeking out the tip of her tongue with his own. He smiled against her lips, taking his hand from between her legs so he could lift her up to sit on the side of the exam table. He started to kiss down her throat to her chest, pausing only to take her nipple into his mouth and swirl his tongue around the peak, then afforded the same attention to her other breast. His breathing was coming out in soft pants of anticipation at how much he wanted her now, and needed her. He crouched down in front of her, pulling her pants down to her knees and then to her shins. Finding her first boot with one hand, he started to undo the laces blindly, having undone his own so many times he didn't need to see to know what he was doing. With a hooded glance up at her, he put his hand on her stomach and urged her to lean back just a little and then kissed her thighs, his mouth slowly making it's way between her legs where his tongue began to lap at her wet folds.
Charlie wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, the hands being a very nice surprise as it was, but when Mike was down on his knees in front of her she couldn't help but let out a longing moan as she leaned back a bit more, and her hand went to his head. God, that tongue... Her legs fell open a little bit more as she tried to force her hips forward towards his mouth and her own eyes were hooded as she looked down her body and watched him. She could have quite happily died there and then, her body feeling like it was about to explode in a hundred different directions at once, and she hadn't even climaxed yet. He got her boots off, and finished getting her pants down her legs and off, and Charlie let out a relieved sigh at being naked, and free to move. She hooked a leg over his shoulder to bring Mike in closer, praises tumbling from her lips as they got punctuated by cussing. Combat and sex seemed to bring out her foul-mouthed side, and she couldn't help it. Especially not when Mike's tongue was doing such delicious things to her. She whimpered before biting down on her lip, her body shuddering as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. She knew there time was limited, but she was still grateful to him for even this.
She tasted amazing and it was unlikely a single thing could actually get Mike to stop and move from his knees at that moment. The encouragement falling from his lips was definitely helping him, not that he needed much of that. Maybe just a small boost in confidence, really. It had been a long time, but before the drought, he had never had any complaints. His hand on her stomach, he could feel the way she was breathing and the way her muscles were working, probably trying to fight off a climax. He always did like a good fight. He'd be fucked if he would let her walk out of there with just one orgasm. Now that her boots were gone and he had another free had at his disposal, he smoothed his palm up her legs to her thigh, giving it a small squeeze before his thumb found it's way to her clit. It worked in a teasing rhythm with his tongue and gave him the luxury of tasting inside her, fucking her with the tip of his tongue while his thumb flickered over her clit. Her leg over his shoulder gave him a whole new range of options, though. He didn't know what she liked or disliked, so it was only a matter of exploring and finding out. He hoped they were close enough that she would tell him to stop if she wasn't keen on something. He took his hand from her stomach, moving it to the cheek of her ass, which he squeezed and massaged, the very feel of it under his palm and fingertips causing his eager cock to jump. With a slight tentative hesitation, his fingertips slipped between the cheeks of her butt and brushed just teasingly to create another sensation for her against her ass.
Charlie hissed out a breath, almost wriggling on the exam bed now, but more because of the overload on her senses than because she didn't like anything Mike was doing. In fact as soon as his hand was on her ass, she definitely let him now just how good a move that was as she rubbed her fingers against his scalp, and moaned in appreciation. The heel of her foot rubbed against his back and she struggled not to fall back so she could just keep holding his gaze. Her mouth stayed open in a silent moan, all too aware of just how noisy she could be when she let herself go. If this was supposed to be a stealthy fuck, then she was determined not to give them away... Well, anymore than she may already have. Between his tongue fucking her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and his fingers teasing her ass, Charlie was done for. She had to lie back on the exam bed as she arched her back and thrust her breasts into the air. Her nipples were achingly hard, and she already missed him attending to those even if she was more than enjoying what him going down on her. Her free hand went up above her head, finding the other end of the exam bed so she could grip it until her knuckles were white. Her body gave another shudder, and she knew it wasn't going to take much more to tip her over the edge. "Fuck, Mike..." Her hips bucked up against his mouth, and her other foot came up to brace against his shoulder as she pushed up and clenched her teeth to stop from crying out. The orgasm tore through her, and left her pulsing and trembling as she came.
Mike eased off, licking his lips and waiting until she came down from the high before he moved. He knew what girls could be like in the post-orgasm haze. Some didn't even want to be touched, let alone touched all over, even if he still couldn't shake the urge to explore her whole body and try to log it in his memory bank to get him through however long he was going to be in Afghanistan for this posting. It could be just a few more weeks, or it could span into more months. It was times like this he was glad a family wasn't waiting at home for him. Not being able ot tell them when he was going to be home, missing things like school plays and first steps. He wasn't sure he could cope with that. After quickly slipping the condom from his shirt pocket he had put there before he went to find her, he softly and slowly kissed his way back up her body until he was leaning over her, pressed against her. He smiled down at her, nuzzling her cheek and rubbing his cock against her thigh. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you hard and deep right now," he murmured huskily, lapping at her jawline and pressing a kiss against the corner of her lips. His hand was brushing affectionately over her waist and thigh, waiting for her to give him the sign that she was ready to go again.
Charlie let out another whimper, slowly opening her eyes as she turned her to look at him. "This is better than anything I came up with," she whispered, trying to ignore the beat of her own heart in her ears. "I've been... hand... night." The words weren't coming as easy as she wanted, and she clutched at his arm to try and get him to understand, but knew it was probably useless. Rob knew, and she had no idea how she was supposed to tell Mike that, especially not when Rob didn't even really think Mike was likely to want this. Only he was here, giving her unbelievable orgasms, and kissing her every all over. Wherever his lips touched it just felt like her skin was on fire. She cupped his face with her hand and looked at him for a moment as she felt a grin begin to form before pulling him into a kiss. She didn't even mind the taste of herself on his lips and tongue as she moaned. Her knee came up against his hip as she nudged the back of his leg with her foot, very much giving him the go ahead. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
Mike kissed her back deeply, ready to lose himself in it. As much as he wanted to just melt in against her and do exactly what he just told her, he had to reluctantly break the kiss with a breathless smile, but only long enough to tear the condom wrapper open with his teeth and roll it over his cock. They could be carefree without being reckless, which was pretty much the story of his life. Resting his knee on the side of the exam bed, he climbed up onto it so he was straddled over her. He took a few moments to drink in the sight of her lying sprawled under him, naked, breathless, sweaty. He growled softly as the hunger fueled inside him and he pulled her legs up around his hips so he could finally melt in against her. His lips found hers again, tongue slipping into her mouth and still tasting her there. It wasn't a taste he would forget in a very long time. He was hungry for more, and couldn't help but fleetingly wonder why they had never done this back in the good old days. Seems they could have had a lot of fun together. He picked up the pace of the kiss and with his hand on her ass, pulled her hips up against his and drove into her deeply with one eager thrust, his breath catching in his throat when he felt the inviting heat engulf his cock and he moaned into the kiss, having to pause and break it to suck in a bracing sharp breath so he didn't come immediately.
As he broke the kiss, Charlie's eyes were back on his face as she watched his reactions. As much as she wanted to memorise his body, and the feel of him, it was his face she wanted to remember most. In her fantasies there were vague hints that it was Mike, but there had been no real detail. She didn't genuinely know what he would look like above her, how his expression would change as he thrust into her. She kept her hand on his cheek, her thumb moving to rub against his bottom lip as she clenched her inner muscles around his cock, keeping him deep inside her. Charlie was tiny in comparison to Mike, her slender form seeming fragile next to all his brawn, but she was a soldier, and she could take whatever he had to give. And really, if this was it then she would take it over, and over, and over. A part of her was really hoping this wouldn't be the end, but she knew the reality. They couldn't predict when their paths would cross again, just hope that they would. She ran her hand down his back, feeling the muscles work beneath his skin, even as he stayed still above her. "You're beautiful," she murmured, smiling again as she leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
Mike wasn't sure he would be able to find the right words to respond with. He had a rush of emotions fight their way to the forefront, but it was a jumble and he wasn't sure what they meant. Instead of letting himself stop and overthink on any of it like he normally would, he just turned his head that small distance to he could start to kiss her deeply again, finding a familiarity in their intimate embrace and finding enough stamina to start moving inside her, pulling out and pushing in slowly again. he had never been one to brag about being well-endowed, but he was glad right now that he was so he could take her deeply and wholly. There was the sense he couldn't quite get close enough to her and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt that with someone. His fingers started to map out the sweeps and curves of her gorgeous body beneath him, so he could try and remember as much of this as he could. He traced soft circles over her breast, smiling into the kiss. "I don't wanna ever hear that ya' ain't got no breasts again..." he whispered against her lips. "Ya' gorgeous, every single part of ya'..."
"Yessir," she replied with a gentle smirk, even if she only agreed because he made it feel like she did have all the womanly curves he said she did. Charlie pulled him back into the kiss, the slow pace affording her the luxury of her own exploration. Once she had his back memorised she moved onto cataloguing his biceps and his shoulders, her hands sliding back between them as she ran her fingers over his chest, and abdomen again. There was no way he would ever be close enough, or deep enough. Charlie had perhaps been expecting the sex to be rough, and hard, but this was something else. It was slowly sinking in that maybe this meant more than either of them had intended, and she didn't know if it was because they were both soldiers and they both craved a physical connection to another person, or because they were them. Charlie and Mike. She couldn't actually remember the last time she'd made love with someone, the last time she'd felt like her world was complete because she was connected body and soul with them. She lifted her hips to match his rhythm, her arms slipping around his waist as she held him.
It was impossible not to wish that they could just stay like this, hidden away from the war showering around them beyond those four walls. It was going to be even harder to say goodbye, too, but it was a risk he had been willing to take. He started to move inside her, taking her deeply with each thrust, his breath coming out in hoarse pants as he tried to stay as quiet as they could. As far as his colleagues were concerned, he was giving her a medical examination. He couldn't exactly tell them he wanted the room for a good fuck. It was unprofessional and just wouldn't happen. His body was damp with a light sweat, already losing himself in the exertion of the love-making. He smiled down at her, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss and then deepening it, picking up the intensity of it to match the increasing rhythm of his hips as he took her, enjoying the way her arms were secured around him in the embrace. He hummed softly in his throat, breaking the silence just a little to show his pleasure at being wrapped up so intimately with her and having the chance at being able to give into the want that had been pulsing through him since she told him how she felt about him.
Charlie was only convinced this was real because of the small details. Like the way the corners of his mouth tugged up slightly in a smile when he looked down at her, and the way his skin felt slick under her hands, and the way he really did take her so deeply, and fully. Her breath came out in ragged pants now, her concentration going on trying to stay quiet, and trying to remember every single second. There were words dancing on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't share them. Charlie didn't trust herself to keep quiet if she tried to speak again. Her brow creased as the tension started to build in the pit of her stomach, a tiny moan getting caught in her throat as she held Mike's gaze. Her body was still tender from the last orgasm, so she knew it wasn't going to take much to tip her over. She stretched up, her mouth seeking out his collarbone as she nipped and sucked at it, leaving a mark where she knew it would just get hidden by his fatigues.
Mike grunted softly with the exertion of trying to hold off and make this last. He had picked up his pace, taking note of exactly how it felt to be inside her with every deep stroke. He hadn't felt like this in far too long, and he did realise somewhere at the back of his mind that it could just feel worse and make him brood about it all once it was over and they were back with their respective units, not sure when they would actually cross paths again. It had been countless years since the last time, who was to say it wouldn't be countless years again? It was a good thing the the exam table was sturdy and could hold them both because he was reaching a point of no return now where the last thing he wanted to think about was restraint. His hand was once again exploring the soft curves of her body and he rubbed his hand over her hip to reach her ass, squeezing it in encouragment. He was so damn close, yet he didn't want to be probably for the first time in his life. They had a delicious rhythm between them now, their bodies sliding together in a heated, damp embrace. He nudged her head back so he could meet her eyes again with another smile as he felt the tickle of warning low down deep in his gut. "Come with me," he panted huskily, watching her face and enjoying every hint of arousal she was exhibiting.
Charlie bit her lip as she gave a nod. She could do that, especially now she realised he had to be getting close just like she was. Her fingers dug into his skin as she released her to bottom lip to smile up at him again. She shifted one of her arms from around him to cup his face with her hand so she could maintain eye contact. She actually couldn't remember the last time she'd kept her eyes during an orgasm with someone. There was always that notion that something deeper happened when you looked into your partner's eyes, and Charlie supposed she'd never really cared enough about someone to bother. She wanted it with Mike though. She wanted this moment to be everything it could be. She wanted this moment to be able to sustain her until their paths did cross again. Her foot pushed against the exam bed, and Mike wasn't the only one glad of the fact the thing was steady. Charlie didn't want to have to stop for anyone, let alone a broken exam bed if it decided to collapse under them. Her hand snaked down to his ass and she gripped it tightly as her body started to tremble and his name slipped out in a hiss from her lips. Her hips bucked up against his, and she was at the point of no return as the orgasm ripped through her.
Mike couldn't help but indulge in just a few moments watching her as she started to climax beneath him. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him and he used that along with the gorgeous sight of her coming undone beneath him to tip him over the edge. With a strong arm tucked underneath her, he pulled her as close against him as they could get and he breathed out her name, pressing his lips against hers in an urgent kiss as it felt like his whole nervous system exploded as his own climax hit with a dizzying force. His muscles clenched and his grip on her was almost painful as he tried one last time to take her as deeply as he could when the climax apexed and then started to slip down the other side in that glorious post-orgasmic haze he never seemed to achieve when he was getting himself off. The tension loosened in his body and he was still panting for breath in the wake of it. His tongue rested on his lower lip as he again came to look down at her with a content hint of a smile, drinking in this sight just as much as he had tried to log how she looked when he was fucking her.
Charlie's fingertips traced over Mike's face, touching his features as she grinned. She was already losing herself in the post-orgasmic haze, everything seeming so much better on this side of things even if she wished there was a way the two of them could just stay connected like this forever. She didn't even care if she walked away from it with bruises from where he'd gripped her tightly. She just knew any mark from this encounter was one she'd treasure. She pulled him down into a kiss, wrapping both arms around him again to keep their sweat-slicked bodies close. She just wanted a few moments to bask in afterglow with him. "Think I'm gonna make sure you do all my physical exams," she murmured after the kiss eased to an end, and she licked her lips to taste him again.
"I hope ya' ain't plannin' on landin' y'self back here anytime soon," Mike chastised teasingly. He smiled and then softly swept his lips against hers again. "This is one of those times where I ain't gonna ever say 'I wish you were here'. Ya' gotta get out there and be careful, take care of y'self. I ain't sure I can take care of ya' any other way than just tellin' ya' to please be careful. Next time, ya' might not be so lucky, and y'all be on R and R soon, somethin' to look forward to, yeah?" he added, resting his weight on his elbow so he could stroke his fingers through her damp hair and study her face.
"And I'd much rather not give you anythin' to worry about, and be able to go home and enjoy my R and R in peace." Even if she was wishing that her home was closer to New York, and no longer Texas. "You're gonna have to take care of yourself too, you know. Don't be getting into trouble before you go home. I really don't think they'll keep you out here long. But thanks for bein' the one to come get me. You got no idea how glad I am it was you."
Mike had to sigh with a nod and then allowed himself a small pleasure of resting his head on her shoulder. "I'm tired," he admitted to her, even if no one else except maybe Rob would hear those words come out of his mouth. "Not just right now, just in general. It's been a real long haul and I ain't had much rest. Wantin' to just head home and crawl into bed to sleep for a month. Then maybe chill out and shout myself a trip to Disneyland or Hawaii," he laughed. "Or maybe Australia. Always fancied Australia, I can drag Leila and Rob along, she can show me all the awesome places. Nice to dream anyway, ya' need somethin' to keep y'all goin' out there, ya' know? I'm glad it was me too, but don't go makin' no habit of it. I ain't wantin' to see ya' again, alright?" He paused, holding her gaze. "'Least not til we're back on home soil."
Charlie pressed her lips together as she fought off a grin, and brought her hand up to rub it against the back of his neck as she turned her head to kiss his neck. "For a moment there I thought you were really gonna tell me that you didn't want to see me ever again in any capacity. I'm glad you changed it. I also know what you mean about getting away. My god, I would just love to get the fuck away from everything for a while. I keep having dreams about green. Green trees, green grass... Just green."
Mike nodded and had to reluctantly pull out of her and make a move off the exam bed. But not before giving her another soft kiss. "For sure. That's why I ain't surprised at all that Robbo's headed out on a road trip with his lady. Ya' get to a point where ya' just need to feel free and feel alive. Last I heard, he was makin' the most of his back seat and tent. He was outta action for a long time there, so I ain't blamin' him at all." He got rid of the condom and picked up his pants to start pulling them on. He was coming down from the high, the reality setting back in. "If we're back home at the same time, and all managin' to get on the same page, maybe we can stay somewhere nice together, catch up a lil more than we've had a chance to here."
Charlie brushed her fingers over her stomach as she watched him, staying put for a moment until she was sure her legs were capable of working, and until his cock was out of sight. It really was a nice one. Her gaze drifted back up his body to all his tattoos, filing away the details. He hadn't had them when they were younger. She was tempted to ask him to get a tattoo for her, but that was a little too much at this point. She eventually slid off the bed, and bent down to pick up her pants and underwear as she started to get dressed again. "Seriously? That would be great. Even if I don't think we did so bad at catching up given the time we had. Still, getting away somewhere with you sounds pretty awesome."
Once Mike had his pants on and shrugged his shirt back on, doing it up and moved back over to her, resting his hands on her hips with a small, wry smile. "I gotta go," he had to tell her regretfully. "Headin' out east and we gotta be there before sunset. Some planned battles and they ain't expectin' it to go so well. We gotta be on standby. But I just had to see ya' before ya' left. I ain't sure if I only gotta few weeks left here, or maybe a couple more months under my belt, but keep in touch, yeah? Ain't like we gotta be strangers no more. Maybe luck will be on our side real soon and if it is, we can figure it all out then."
Charlie reached up to stroke her fingers down the side of his face and raised herself up on tip-toes to kiss him. "Just so long as you don't say goodbye, I'll let you go. I don't wanna hear a goodbye. I don't want tears... I don't want anything that means we're trying to cut ourselves off again to protect ourselves. We can keep in touch, we don't need to be strangers. Not after this." She kissed his cheek before rubbing her nose against it. "You smell really good after sex," she revealed with a soft laugh. "Just keep yourself safe, okay? Please... I'd like to think we've both done enough to have Fate give us a break just this once."
Mike stepped back just long enough to get his feet into his boots. He would worry about lacing them later. He pulled her back into a strong embrace and kissed her deeply, letting in linger long enough to at least put a silent goodbye behind his actions. Then he had to move away again, taking her hand and squeezing it before letting it go. "Ya' get out before me, ya' gotta go make sure Robbo ain't gettin' into no trouble," he joked and moved to the door, blowing her a kiss. The goodbye was on the tip of his tongue, along with a few other words that could be so easily said, but didn't quite eventuate. With a telltale hint of a smirk and a smile he waved at her. "Catch ya' later, darlin'," he settled on instead and then left, heading up the hall without looking back. Hopefully neither of them found themselves in a situation to regret not saying goodbye.
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That makes me scared, alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
'Cause someday I might know my heart
Give Me Something - James Morrison
Co-written with a68whiskey
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It was a meeting with his superior officer that was what finally gave Mike a boot up the ass in the right direction. Expectedly, Mike wouldn't be here in Afghanistan for a full term because it was so close to his last deployment. He was needed at the moment, but he would be home sooner than the others that shipped out with him this time and he would have a long, and well-deserved R&R ahead of him after that. He really couldn't wait, but they couldn't actually tell him when he would be going home, so as usual, everything was left hanging. And that was his job, he was okay with that, but did every aspect of his life really need to be left hanging right along with it? Rob pulled off the whole marriage thing, and Leila was okay when she had to wait for him. It wasn't easy, but they still made it work, still couldn't get enough of each other when they were together. Then Rob was nearly killed... should have died. It changed everything, made it warp from simple what-ifs to reality and brought a lot home to everyone. It was more than a wake up call. Mike couldn't deny that since then, he had been analysing and overanalysing his own life in very fine detail. He was nearly thirty and had nothing to show for it. Just because he was a soldier and fought for his country, did that really mean he had to go without things like a wife, kids, a house to call his own?
He didn't have answers to any of those questions, but he was working on breaching the gap a little. It just wasn't easy dislodging a mindset that he had lived by for years. He had been blinkered, and his mind existed on one track. But he felt like he was willing to try. Sure, there was a chance he would flounder and wouldn't know how the fuck to pull it off or change enough to make a difference, but he really was willing to try. He sauntered up the hall of the infirmary and came to stand in the doorway of the ward Charlie had been staying in while she recovered from the infection. She was standing beside the bed, doing up her cammo pants and Mike smirked in amusement when she cursed as she discovered a knot in one of the laces. "We can't let ya' go til ya' have one final examination, darlin'," he drawled from where he stood leadning against the doorframe with his arms loosely folded across his chest.
Charlie was still ready to drown in guilt despite the conversation with Rob. She knew Mike would be busy, and he'd have his duties to attend to, but part of her still figured she'd pushed her luck a little too far with her old friend. She hadn't seen him for years and then to just dump all that crush stuff on him, and kiss him, and throw on the friends with benefits suggestion... it was no wonder he'd retreated. She was probably coming across like some crazy stalker lady. She huffed out a breath as she battled with the knot, but her head whipped around at the sound of the familiar drawl.
It was one that never failed to set her nerves tingling, and a heat rolling through her body and pooling between her thighs. She couldn't help it, she was just wired to react to Mike for whatever reason. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and she smiled as she looked at him before frowning. "What? No, no more examinations. I'm all examined out. I've been prodded from all kinds of directions, and I'm all good. I got the a-okay to clear out, so no. No examinations."
Mike pushed away from the door, the smirk turning into a smile as he breached the gap between them. "Sorry, darlin'. I ain't joking. Doctor's orders. I drew the short straw. Ya' ain't gonna mind someone ya' know giving ya' a lil check over, are ya'? Last thing ya' want is to get out there and realise ya'... ain't been taken care of properly," he told her and tilted his head in the direction of the door, the exams rooms just up the hall. "I won't keep ya' any longer than needed," he added, choosing his words carefully.
Charlie was still frowning, but eventually she just shrugged a shoulder. At least it would mean time with Mike even if he had drawn the short straw. Apparently he hadn't wanted to voluntarily give her the check over. She pressed her lips together as she pulled them to the side, her eyes studying his face for a moment. "I guess if it's Doctor's orders and all. Can't believe I have to go through another goddamn check up. I swear it's like you guys just expect a third head, or somethin' to grow overnight. Not that I have a second head, that's for you men." She reached up to start pulling her hair behind her into a ponytail, using an elastic she'd had on her wrist to keep it back from her face before she moved past him towards the door, and out into the hall. "Coulda at least just said please, you know."
"I ain't askin' ya', I'm telling ya', Specialist Avery," Mike returned in amusement, taking a step back and holding his hand out to indicate he would move on after her. "Ya' really are moody when ya' gotta do somethin' ya' ain't happy 'about, ain't ya?" Walking behind her did well have her advantages, and even though he was subtle about it, he was definitely appreciating the view. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that he did love a girl in cammos. A lot. Maybe that's where he had been going wrong his whole life? Looking a little less further afield was maybe the answer. There might be a physical distance between them in different units, at different brigs, but on a level of emotion and understanding, there wasn't very much distance at all.
Charlie remained oblivious to him appreciating the view, even if subconsciously she was moving less like a soldier, and more like a woman as her hips dipped and swayed. Maybe it was hard to walk sexy in combat boots, but the truth was you just had to know how to work them. She hadn't even had a chance to pull her shirt on yet, still wearing just a white tank top. "Whatever you say, Sergeant. Wouldn't want to get myself into any trouble." She turned her head slightly to glance over her shoulder at him. "I ain't being moody, I just don't wanna find yet another needle getting stuck in me."
When they reached the exam room, Mike held the door open for her. "Oh come on. Are ya' really tellin' me that a combat sniper is scared of a lil ol' injection now and again?" he teased. "I'll tell ya', ya' frontline soldiers can be such wimps when ya' land ya' butts in a medical environment. Nevermind that the reason ya' actually here probably hurt a whole lot worse than anything we'll do to ya' to fix it." He closed the door of the exam room once she had followed him inside, and he subtley flicked the lock on in. "I'm goin' to have to ask you to take your shirt off, ma'am."
Charlie was ready to give him a shove for the sniper comment, but she arched an eyebrow at his request. "My shirt?" She was still staring at him, confusion and a hint of lust playing out across her features. It was ridiculous just how much this was smacking of the fantasies she'd used to get herself off over the past few nights. Her cheeks starting to turn a little pink, and she crossed her arms over to grip the hem of her tank top and pull it up over the top of her head easily. She tossed it to the side and put her hands on her hips as she waited. "At the risk of being inappropriate, you're hot when you take charge."
"Really?" Mike returned, the smirk back on his lips. And she thought there was no up side to have a small bra size. He was seeing a good level of positives right here, the fact she didn't have a bra on under the tank top, and probably wouldn't wear one until she needed to kit up in her fighting gear again. If he was actually giving an examination right now, he would definitely have been a lot more professional and probably reaching for some latex gloves right now. Gloves were the last thing on his mind as he sauntered over to her, eyes moving from her body up to lock with her gaze. He stood in front of her, about a foot away from her for a few moments, not saying anything further. He still didn't say anything else when his hand came to rest softly on her hip, but he didn't give her a chance to even ask what he was doing before he captured her lips in a hungry kiss, pulling her against him in a heated embrace, hands possessively exploring her bare back.
Charlie was stunned, not sure when Mike's intentions had shifted, and not sure how she really hadn't picked up on what he was doing. Probably because it was Mikey and he'd never given her any indication that he'd been thinking of her as anything other than a friend, even after their last conversation. She also wasn't about to debate it, her hands already clawing at his shirt to tug it out of his pants so she could get her hands down the back of his waistband and grip his ass. Like any soldier Mike was fit, and being pulled up against a warm wall of muscle was enough to get Charlie's blood flowing, and her desire kicking into gear. She moaned against his mouth, fingers digging into the firm flesh of his buttocks. She couldn't help herself, it was definitely one part of him she'd been dying to touch.
Mike was suddenly super aware of how long it had been since he had sex. Rachel had been his last and that was over a year ago now. He didn't think it was really a sad feat, he stood by his morals and values, he didn't think he had made bad decisions, even if there had been consequences of them. But now it just felt like his senses were so piqued, it was like an onslaught of feelings and sensations. Yeah, the examination had been a ruse. He hadn't been able to think of any other way they could spend time together before she went back out there. They might not see each other again for a very long time. He didn't know what would happen, or they would ever be able to find themselves on the same page, but they had this small window of time here and he wanted to make the most of it. If fucking in one of the infirmary exam rooms was the only way they could pull that off, then so be it. She had told him when they had spoken that she wanted sex, and since she had admitted to him that she had been crushing on him in the past, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, about all the what-ifs that had passed them by. If nothing else, at least they could have this. This kiss didn't break, and it was like he just couldn't kiss her enough. One hand left her back, brushing over the curves of her body that he had been trying to imagine under his fingertips for days. He already had her pushed up against the exam bed, and he was seeing now that although the army attire was protective, it was also a pain in the ass for things just as trying to take a gorgeous girl on an exam bed. His hand found her breast, and he couldn't stop a small groan of appreciation deep in his throat. He didn't care if she didn't think she was adequate in that department, she fucking was and it was exactly how Mike liked a girl's body. Just enough to drive him wild and he softly pinched her nipple between his fingers, rocking up against her, his erection pressing hard against her hip.
It was true that Charlie never thought she would ever be womanly enough for any man. The little curves she did have she just figured were too subtle for most men to appreciate, and they'd just see a straight up and down boyish figure, but Mike's hands were doing a pretty fucking good job at finding them, and knowing just where to touch her. His hand went to her breast, and Charlie thought she was going to turn into a puddle of mush right then and there. She couldn't help it, she'd worked herself into a frenzy over the last few days; unable to stop thinking about him, and unable to satisfy herself like she imagined he would. Her hands pulled out of his pants as she rubbed her hip against his erection, fingers finding the buttons on the front of his cammo shirt as she started to work them, all the while her tongue pulsing against his as they continued to kiss. She got the shirt open, already pushing it down his shoulders as she cursed softly under her breath, desperately wanting out of the boots, and pants so he could get her up on the exam table and fuck her senseless. She had no idea what had come over him, but she liked it. Her hands abandoned the shirt in favour of tugging his tank top up, fingernails scraping over his six pack as she gave a moan of appreciation. "Mike..." she whispered as she broke the kiss just enough to catch her breath briefly.
The soft whisper of his name set a burst of arousal through him. He was thanking his practical planning skills tenfold for the fact he had jerked off in the bathroom a short while ago so he wouldn't come in his pants the minute he saw her naked in any capacity. It should afford him at least a small amount of stamina. It would really suck if he couldn't even get his cock inside her before he climaxed, and she would probably end up thinking that even friends with benefits really wouldn't be worth her while. He hadn't lost his sexual skills, they were just a little rusty from lack of use. He shrugged his arms out of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor behind him. He had to reluctantly take his hands from her body so he could help her with her own pants, but it would be much more efficient if they helped each other out. He broke the kiss to tease his lips down her throat, sucking and softly biting at her collarbone and then trailing his tongue along her pulse point. He was working on getting her trousers undone while she seemed to pick up on the multitasking and was working on his. Boots would be easy, he had left them unlaced so he could just kick them off when he got rid of the pants. He was achingly hard, literally. Up until now, they seemed to just be a metaphor, but his cock was literally aching to be inside her, feeling like it was going to explode from anticipation. He couldn't help thrusting against her to get some more rough friction, and although he wanted this to last, as soon as he had the zip and buttons on her pants released, he couldn't fight the temptation to bury his hand between her legs, his fingers sliding inside her to feel her heated dampness and rub against her clit. A gasped moan of pleasure caught in his throat and found her lips again, kissing her hungrily.
She had his pants well and truly pushed down, but unlike Mike, Charlie hadn't known she would need her laces untied on her boots. She was still lamenting the fact that they were securely fastened on her feet when his hand disappeared between her thighs and her breath hitched as she kissed him back. She gripped at his arm, keeping his hand in place as she started to rock against his fingers, encouraging more friction. She gave another longing moan, the low sound feeling like it came from somewhere deep inside her chest. She hadn't been as deprived as Mike in the sexual department, but she wasn't all that far behind. Any of her last encounters had really only been glorified masturbation. She may as well have just stayed at home and fingered herself for all the work she'd been doing, the men just lying there and giving her nothing. She hadn't even come. She released his arm and tugged his tank top up and over his head to leave him completely naked. Charlie pulled back from the kiss so she could drink in the sight of his naked, her fingers trailing down his torso before they found his cock, her touch featherlight as she teased it along his length. She licked at her lips, her chest already starting to heave from the heavy breathing. He was beautiful. He was more than she could have ever imagined. Her grip became more sure as she curled her fingers around his cock and started to stroke her hand up and down, her other hand bracing itself against his shoulder as she leaned in to close her mouth around one of his nipples.
Mike knew he could easily just give in like this, hands doing all the work and still walk away an extremely happy man. But then what? Anyone could give each other hand jobs. He wanted her to be able to go away with something, to at least not leave her regretting the half-hearted encounter as she went back out into the depths of the war. Not that he was still entirely convinced he was the right person to give it to her, but he could give her all he had to offer. He indulged in her touches for a few moments, sliding his fingers in and out of her in a smooth rhythm, feeling her getting more and more wet and wanting to experience going down on her. Which had him realising he could actually kill two birds with one stone. He tucked the fingers of his free hand under her chin, lifting her head again and kissing her a little more softly this time, his exploring her lips and seeking out the tip of her tongue with his own. He smiled against her lips, taking his hand from between her legs so he could lift her up to sit on the side of the exam table. He started to kiss down her throat to her chest, pausing only to take her nipple into his mouth and swirl his tongue around the peak, then afforded the same attention to her other breast. His breathing was coming out in soft pants of anticipation at how much he wanted her now, and needed her. He crouched down in front of her, pulling her pants down to her knees and then to her shins. Finding her first boot with one hand, he started to undo the laces blindly, having undone his own so many times he didn't need to see to know what he was doing. With a hooded glance up at her, he put his hand on her stomach and urged her to lean back just a little and then kissed her thighs, his mouth slowly making it's way between her legs where his tongue began to lap at her wet folds.
Charlie wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, the hands being a very nice surprise as it was, but when Mike was down on his knees in front of her she couldn't help but let out a longing moan as she leaned back a bit more, and her hand went to his head. God, that tongue... Her legs fell open a little bit more as she tried to force her hips forward towards his mouth and her own eyes were hooded as she looked down her body and watched him. She could have quite happily died there and then, her body feeling like it was about to explode in a hundred different directions at once, and she hadn't even climaxed yet. He got her boots off, and finished getting her pants down her legs and off, and Charlie let out a relieved sigh at being naked, and free to move. She hooked a leg over his shoulder to bring Mike in closer, praises tumbling from her lips as they got punctuated by cussing. Combat and sex seemed to bring out her foul-mouthed side, and she couldn't help it. Especially not when Mike's tongue was doing such delicious things to her. She whimpered before biting down on her lip, her body shuddering as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. She knew there time was limited, but she was still grateful to him for even this.
She tasted amazing and it was unlikely a single thing could actually get Mike to stop and move from his knees at that moment. The encouragement falling from his lips was definitely helping him, not that he needed much of that. Maybe just a small boost in confidence, really. It had been a long time, but before the drought, he had never had any complaints. His hand on her stomach, he could feel the way she was breathing and the way her muscles were working, probably trying to fight off a climax. He always did like a good fight. He'd be fucked if he would let her walk out of there with just one orgasm. Now that her boots were gone and he had another free had at his disposal, he smoothed his palm up her legs to her thigh, giving it a small squeeze before his thumb found it's way to her clit. It worked in a teasing rhythm with his tongue and gave him the luxury of tasting inside her, fucking her with the tip of his tongue while his thumb flickered over her clit. Her leg over his shoulder gave him a whole new range of options, though. He didn't know what she liked or disliked, so it was only a matter of exploring and finding out. He hoped they were close enough that she would tell him to stop if she wasn't keen on something. He took his hand from her stomach, moving it to the cheek of her ass, which he squeezed and massaged, the very feel of it under his palm and fingertips causing his eager cock to jump. With a slight tentative hesitation, his fingertips slipped between the cheeks of her butt and brushed just teasingly to create another sensation for her against her ass.
Charlie hissed out a breath, almost wriggling on the exam bed now, but more because of the overload on her senses than because she didn't like anything Mike was doing. In fact as soon as his hand was on her ass, she definitely let him now just how good a move that was as she rubbed her fingers against his scalp, and moaned in appreciation. The heel of her foot rubbed against his back and she struggled not to fall back so she could just keep holding his gaze. Her mouth stayed open in a silent moan, all too aware of just how noisy she could be when she let herself go. If this was supposed to be a stealthy fuck, then she was determined not to give them away... Well, anymore than she may already have. Between his tongue fucking her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and his fingers teasing her ass, Charlie was done for. She had to lie back on the exam bed as she arched her back and thrust her breasts into the air. Her nipples were achingly hard, and she already missed him attending to those even if she was more than enjoying what him going down on her. Her free hand went up above her head, finding the other end of the exam bed so she could grip it until her knuckles were white. Her body gave another shudder, and she knew it wasn't going to take much more to tip her over the edge. "Fuck, Mike..." Her hips bucked up against his mouth, and her other foot came up to brace against his shoulder as she pushed up and clenched her teeth to stop from crying out. The orgasm tore through her, and left her pulsing and trembling as she came.
Mike eased off, licking his lips and waiting until she came down from the high before he moved. He knew what girls could be like in the post-orgasm haze. Some didn't even want to be touched, let alone touched all over, even if he still couldn't shake the urge to explore her whole body and try to log it in his memory bank to get him through however long he was going to be in Afghanistan for this posting. It could be just a few more weeks, or it could span into more months. It was times like this he was glad a family wasn't waiting at home for him. Not being able ot tell them when he was going to be home, missing things like school plays and first steps. He wasn't sure he could cope with that. After quickly slipping the condom from his shirt pocket he had put there before he went to find her, he softly and slowly kissed his way back up her body until he was leaning over her, pressed against her. He smiled down at her, nuzzling her cheek and rubbing his cock against her thigh. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you hard and deep right now," he murmured huskily, lapping at her jawline and pressing a kiss against the corner of her lips. His hand was brushing affectionately over her waist and thigh, waiting for her to give him the sign that she was ready to go again.
Charlie let out another whimper, slowly opening her eyes as she turned her to look at him. "This is better than anything I came up with," she whispered, trying to ignore the beat of her own heart in her ears. "I've been... hand... night." The words weren't coming as easy as she wanted, and she clutched at his arm to try and get him to understand, but knew it was probably useless. Rob knew, and she had no idea how she was supposed to tell Mike that, especially not when Rob didn't even really think Mike was likely to want this. Only he was here, giving her unbelievable orgasms, and kissing her every all over. Wherever his lips touched it just felt like her skin was on fire. She cupped his face with her hand and looked at him for a moment as she felt a grin begin to form before pulling him into a kiss. She didn't even mind the taste of herself on his lips and tongue as she moaned. Her knee came up against his hip as she nudged the back of his leg with her foot, very much giving him the go ahead. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
Mike kissed her back deeply, ready to lose himself in it. As much as he wanted to just melt in against her and do exactly what he just told her, he had to reluctantly break the kiss with a breathless smile, but only long enough to tear the condom wrapper open with his teeth and roll it over his cock. They could be carefree without being reckless, which was pretty much the story of his life. Resting his knee on the side of the exam bed, he climbed up onto it so he was straddled over her. He took a few moments to drink in the sight of her lying sprawled under him, naked, breathless, sweaty. He growled softly as the hunger fueled inside him and he pulled her legs up around his hips so he could finally melt in against her. His lips found hers again, tongue slipping into her mouth and still tasting her there. It wasn't a taste he would forget in a very long time. He was hungry for more, and couldn't help but fleetingly wonder why they had never done this back in the good old days. Seems they could have had a lot of fun together. He picked up the pace of the kiss and with his hand on her ass, pulled her hips up against his and drove into her deeply with one eager thrust, his breath catching in his throat when he felt the inviting heat engulf his cock and he moaned into the kiss, having to pause and break it to suck in a bracing sharp breath so he didn't come immediately.
As he broke the kiss, Charlie's eyes were back on his face as she watched his reactions. As much as she wanted to memorise his body, and the feel of him, it was his face she wanted to remember most. In her fantasies there were vague hints that it was Mike, but there had been no real detail. She didn't genuinely know what he would look like above her, how his expression would change as he thrust into her. She kept her hand on his cheek, her thumb moving to rub against his bottom lip as she clenched her inner muscles around his cock, keeping him deep inside her. Charlie was tiny in comparison to Mike, her slender form seeming fragile next to all his brawn, but she was a soldier, and she could take whatever he had to give. And really, if this was it then she would take it over, and over, and over. A part of her was really hoping this wouldn't be the end, but she knew the reality. They couldn't predict when their paths would cross again, just hope that they would. She ran her hand down his back, feeling the muscles work beneath his skin, even as he stayed still above her. "You're beautiful," she murmured, smiling again as she leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
Mike wasn't sure he would be able to find the right words to respond with. He had a rush of emotions fight their way to the forefront, but it was a jumble and he wasn't sure what they meant. Instead of letting himself stop and overthink on any of it like he normally would, he just turned his head that small distance to he could start to kiss her deeply again, finding a familiarity in their intimate embrace and finding enough stamina to start moving inside her, pulling out and pushing in slowly again. he had never been one to brag about being well-endowed, but he was glad right now that he was so he could take her deeply and wholly. There was the sense he couldn't quite get close enough to her and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt that with someone. His fingers started to map out the sweeps and curves of her gorgeous body beneath him, so he could try and remember as much of this as he could. He traced soft circles over her breast, smiling into the kiss. "I don't wanna ever hear that ya' ain't got no breasts again..." he whispered against her lips. "Ya' gorgeous, every single part of ya'..."
"Yessir," she replied with a gentle smirk, even if she only agreed because he made it feel like she did have all the womanly curves he said she did. Charlie pulled him back into the kiss, the slow pace affording her the luxury of her own exploration. Once she had his back memorised she moved onto cataloguing his biceps and his shoulders, her hands sliding back between them as she ran her fingers over his chest, and abdomen again. There was no way he would ever be close enough, or deep enough. Charlie had perhaps been expecting the sex to be rough, and hard, but this was something else. It was slowly sinking in that maybe this meant more than either of them had intended, and she didn't know if it was because they were both soldiers and they both craved a physical connection to another person, or because they were them. Charlie and Mike. She couldn't actually remember the last time she'd made love with someone, the last time she'd felt like her world was complete because she was connected body and soul with them. She lifted her hips to match his rhythm, her arms slipping around his waist as she held him.
It was impossible not to wish that they could just stay like this, hidden away from the war showering around them beyond those four walls. It was going to be even harder to say goodbye, too, but it was a risk he had been willing to take. He started to move inside her, taking her deeply with each thrust, his breath coming out in hoarse pants as he tried to stay as quiet as they could. As far as his colleagues were concerned, he was giving her a medical examination. He couldn't exactly tell them he wanted the room for a good fuck. It was unprofessional and just wouldn't happen. His body was damp with a light sweat, already losing himself in the exertion of the love-making. He smiled down at her, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss and then deepening it, picking up the intensity of it to match the increasing rhythm of his hips as he took her, enjoying the way her arms were secured around him in the embrace. He hummed softly in his throat, breaking the silence just a little to show his pleasure at being wrapped up so intimately with her and having the chance at being able to give into the want that had been pulsing through him since she told him how she felt about him.
Charlie was only convinced this was real because of the small details. Like the way the corners of his mouth tugged up slightly in a smile when he looked down at her, and the way his skin felt slick under her hands, and the way he really did take her so deeply, and fully. Her breath came out in ragged pants now, her concentration going on trying to stay quiet, and trying to remember every single second. There were words dancing on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't share them. Charlie didn't trust herself to keep quiet if she tried to speak again. Her brow creased as the tension started to build in the pit of her stomach, a tiny moan getting caught in her throat as she held Mike's gaze. Her body was still tender from the last orgasm, so she knew it wasn't going to take much to tip her over. She stretched up, her mouth seeking out his collarbone as she nipped and sucked at it, leaving a mark where she knew it would just get hidden by his fatigues.
Mike grunted softly with the exertion of trying to hold off and make this last. He had picked up his pace, taking note of exactly how it felt to be inside her with every deep stroke. He hadn't felt like this in far too long, and he did realise somewhere at the back of his mind that it could just feel worse and make him brood about it all once it was over and they were back with their respective units, not sure when they would actually cross paths again. It had been countless years since the last time, who was to say it wouldn't be countless years again? It was a good thing the the exam table was sturdy and could hold them both because he was reaching a point of no return now where the last thing he wanted to think about was restraint. His hand was once again exploring the soft curves of her body and he rubbed his hand over her hip to reach her ass, squeezing it in encouragment. He was so damn close, yet he didn't want to be probably for the first time in his life. They had a delicious rhythm between them now, their bodies sliding together in a heated, damp embrace. He nudged her head back so he could meet her eyes again with another smile as he felt the tickle of warning low down deep in his gut. "Come with me," he panted huskily, watching her face and enjoying every hint of arousal she was exhibiting.
Charlie bit her lip as she gave a nod. She could do that, especially now she realised he had to be getting close just like she was. Her fingers dug into his skin as she released her to bottom lip to smile up at him again. She shifted one of her arms from around him to cup his face with her hand so she could maintain eye contact. She actually couldn't remember the last time she'd kept her eyes during an orgasm with someone. There was always that notion that something deeper happened when you looked into your partner's eyes, and Charlie supposed she'd never really cared enough about someone to bother. She wanted it with Mike though. She wanted this moment to be everything it could be. She wanted this moment to be able to sustain her until their paths did cross again. Her foot pushed against the exam bed, and Mike wasn't the only one glad of the fact the thing was steady. Charlie didn't want to have to stop for anyone, let alone a broken exam bed if it decided to collapse under them. Her hand snaked down to his ass and she gripped it tightly as her body started to tremble and his name slipped out in a hiss from her lips. Her hips bucked up against his, and she was at the point of no return as the orgasm ripped through her.
Mike couldn't help but indulge in just a few moments watching her as she started to climax beneath him. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him and he used that along with the gorgeous sight of her coming undone beneath him to tip him over the edge. With a strong arm tucked underneath her, he pulled her as close against him as they could get and he breathed out her name, pressing his lips against hers in an urgent kiss as it felt like his whole nervous system exploded as his own climax hit with a dizzying force. His muscles clenched and his grip on her was almost painful as he tried one last time to take her as deeply as he could when the climax apexed and then started to slip down the other side in that glorious post-orgasmic haze he never seemed to achieve when he was getting himself off. The tension loosened in his body and he was still panting for breath in the wake of it. His tongue rested on his lower lip as he again came to look down at her with a content hint of a smile, drinking in this sight just as much as he had tried to log how she looked when he was fucking her.
Charlie's fingertips traced over Mike's face, touching his features as she grinned. She was already losing herself in the post-orgasmic haze, everything seeming so much better on this side of things even if she wished there was a way the two of them could just stay connected like this forever. She didn't even care if she walked away from it with bruises from where he'd gripped her tightly. She just knew any mark from this encounter was one she'd treasure. She pulled him down into a kiss, wrapping both arms around him again to keep their sweat-slicked bodies close. She just wanted a few moments to bask in afterglow with him. "Think I'm gonna make sure you do all my physical exams," she murmured after the kiss eased to an end, and she licked her lips to taste him again.
"I hope ya' ain't plannin' on landin' y'self back here anytime soon," Mike chastised teasingly. He smiled and then softly swept his lips against hers again. "This is one of those times where I ain't gonna ever say 'I wish you were here'. Ya' gotta get out there and be careful, take care of y'self. I ain't sure I can take care of ya' any other way than just tellin' ya' to please be careful. Next time, ya' might not be so lucky, and y'all be on R and R soon, somethin' to look forward to, yeah?" he added, resting his weight on his elbow so he could stroke his fingers through her damp hair and study her face.
"And I'd much rather not give you anythin' to worry about, and be able to go home and enjoy my R and R in peace." Even if she was wishing that her home was closer to New York, and no longer Texas. "You're gonna have to take care of yourself too, you know. Don't be getting into trouble before you go home. I really don't think they'll keep you out here long. But thanks for bein' the one to come get me. You got no idea how glad I am it was you."
Mike had to sigh with a nod and then allowed himself a small pleasure of resting his head on her shoulder. "I'm tired," he admitted to her, even if no one else except maybe Rob would hear those words come out of his mouth. "Not just right now, just in general. It's been a real long haul and I ain't had much rest. Wantin' to just head home and crawl into bed to sleep for a month. Then maybe chill out and shout myself a trip to Disneyland or Hawaii," he laughed. "Or maybe Australia. Always fancied Australia, I can drag Leila and Rob along, she can show me all the awesome places. Nice to dream anyway, ya' need somethin' to keep y'all goin' out there, ya' know? I'm glad it was me too, but don't go makin' no habit of it. I ain't wantin' to see ya' again, alright?" He paused, holding her gaze. "'Least not til we're back on home soil."
Charlie pressed her lips together as she fought off a grin, and brought her hand up to rub it against the back of his neck as she turned her head to kiss his neck. "For a moment there I thought you were really gonna tell me that you didn't want to see me ever again in any capacity. I'm glad you changed it. I also know what you mean about getting away. My god, I would just love to get the fuck away from everything for a while. I keep having dreams about green. Green trees, green grass... Just green."
Mike nodded and had to reluctantly pull out of her and make a move off the exam bed. But not before giving her another soft kiss. "For sure. That's why I ain't surprised at all that Robbo's headed out on a road trip with his lady. Ya' get to a point where ya' just need to feel free and feel alive. Last I heard, he was makin' the most of his back seat and tent. He was outta action for a long time there, so I ain't blamin' him at all." He got rid of the condom and picked up his pants to start pulling them on. He was coming down from the high, the reality setting back in. "If we're back home at the same time, and all managin' to get on the same page, maybe we can stay somewhere nice together, catch up a lil more than we've had a chance to here."
Charlie brushed her fingers over her stomach as she watched him, staying put for a moment until she was sure her legs were capable of working, and until his cock was out of sight. It really was a nice one. Her gaze drifted back up his body to all his tattoos, filing away the details. He hadn't had them when they were younger. She was tempted to ask him to get a tattoo for her, but that was a little too much at this point. She eventually slid off the bed, and bent down to pick up her pants and underwear as she started to get dressed again. "Seriously? That would be great. Even if I don't think we did so bad at catching up given the time we had. Still, getting away somewhere with you sounds pretty awesome."
Once Mike had his pants on and shrugged his shirt back on, doing it up and moved back over to her, resting his hands on her hips with a small, wry smile. "I gotta go," he had to tell her regretfully. "Headin' out east and we gotta be there before sunset. Some planned battles and they ain't expectin' it to go so well. We gotta be on standby. But I just had to see ya' before ya' left. I ain't sure if I only gotta few weeks left here, or maybe a couple more months under my belt, but keep in touch, yeah? Ain't like we gotta be strangers no more. Maybe luck will be on our side real soon and if it is, we can figure it all out then."
Charlie reached up to stroke her fingers down the side of his face and raised herself up on tip-toes to kiss him. "Just so long as you don't say goodbye, I'll let you go. I don't wanna hear a goodbye. I don't want tears... I don't want anything that means we're trying to cut ourselves off again to protect ourselves. We can keep in touch, we don't need to be strangers. Not after this." She kissed his cheek before rubbing her nose against it. "You smell really good after sex," she revealed with a soft laugh. "Just keep yourself safe, okay? Please... I'd like to think we've both done enough to have Fate give us a break just this once."
Mike stepped back just long enough to get his feet into his boots. He would worry about lacing them later. He pulled her back into a strong embrace and kissed her deeply, letting in linger long enough to at least put a silent goodbye behind his actions. Then he had to move away again, taking her hand and squeezing it before letting it go. "Ya' get out before me, ya' gotta go make sure Robbo ain't gettin' into no trouble," he joked and moved to the door, blowing her a kiss. The goodbye was on the tip of his tongue, along with a few other words that could be so easily said, but didn't quite eventuate. With a telltale hint of a smirk and a smile he waved at her. "Catch ya' later, darlin'," he settled on instead and then left, heading up the hall without looking back. Hopefully neither of them found themselves in a situation to regret not saying goodbye.
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