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Pacific Pining

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Felicity ‘Flick’ March (OC)

Summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder; that’s what Flick and Jake tell themselves as they prepare for their first deployment as a couple. But being apart only highlights what they need from each other the most. Add in unresolved grief, jealousy, combative enemies (on and off the aircraft carrier), fraught video calls, and a life-changing medical emergency; and tensions reach the crest of a wave. How do you ride the tides of life when a piece of your heart is an ocean away?

Author’s Note: This is the 6th instalment of Flick and Jake’s story, thank you so much to everyone who has stuck around! To see where it all began, visit my masterlist.

Disclaimers: Please excuse any inaccuracies regarding medical conditions, Naval aviation, life onboard an aircraft carrier, deployments, Top Gun and the US in general (I am British).

Part 14: After (final chapter)

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: 18+ no minors please. SMUT: oral f! receiving, explicit PiV, sex toy use, possessive Jake. Swearing, mentions of medical emergencies and past mentally abusive relationships.

Flick didn’t understand what was wrong with her. Everything was perfect. Jake was back, naked, in her bed, worshipping her body in the best of ways.

She was supposed to be getting lost in the sweet pressure of his tongue and the warmth of his lips on her clit. But something felt off, like a wire had been cut. Her brain and pussy were refusing to talk to each other and the more she worried about it the more she knew her orgasm just wasn’t going to come, and poor Jake was going to get lockjaw if she let him go on for much longer.

But she’d made such a fuss about wanting to be with him like this again. She didn’t want to confuse him. Yet she couldn’t fake it. And Jake would start to wonder why she was being so quiet, because during sex she was usually anything but.

“Babe? Can you tell me what you need?”

He looked up from between her legs and asked the question with such gentle concern that Flick felt her lip start to quiver.

“Oh, darlin’.”

He gave her hips a soft squeeze and then made his way back up her body.

“It’s been a while,” he said, uncharacteristically bashfully. “I must be out of practice.”

No. She couldn’t let him think this was his fault. It wasn’t his fault. And that’s when hot frustrated tears began to stream down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry Jake, I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I just - nothing is connecting, my body isn’t working properly. You’re doing everything right - I don’t know why I can’t – fuck.”

She pressed her palms into her eyes to stem the flow of tears and block out her view of Jake’s perfect face, in some childish thought that if she couldn’t see him, he wouldn’t be able to see her.

“It’s ok.”

Flick shook her head. “It’s not ok! Welcome home sex is supposed to be the best sex you could ever have, right? You deserve that, after six months at sea saving the world. I’m supposed to -”

“Flick, look at me.” Jake prized her hands away from her face and held them in his.

“You’re not ‘supposed’ to do anything. You’re overthinking this. Take the pressure off. All I want is you, just as you are. Whatever you can give me right now, I’ll gladly accept it. And if that’s another night curled up together on the couch and watching reality TV then that’s perfect.”

Flick sniffed and allowed a smile to blossom across her face. “Look at us,” she said. “You were overthinking not having sex and now I’m overthinking the opposite. What a pair.”

“Almost like we were made for each other.”

Desire glimmered through her veins at Jake’s words, shimmering and golden like a sunlit stream.

He thinks we’re made for each other.

“Can you just kiss me?” she pleaded.

Jake nudged her nose with his. “Sure thing, darlin’.”

Flick welcomed the gentle caress of Jake’s lips. With each tender movement, she felt like she was back in her body again, that all the synapses and connective channels from her brain to her limbs were opening instead of closing. She was a flower turning towards her sunshine, petals slowly unfurling to soak up the light. She was letting Jake in.

Their kiss grew more fervent, and her hands went wandering. His hair, his shoulders, his muscular back. His waist, his ass, his gorgeous thighs. But indecision plagued the back of her mind. She’d never quite experienced this feeling with Jake before: she didn’t know what she wanted from him. She didn’t know what she needed.

Jake had been gallantly letting her take the lead, but he knew the salve for her hesitation before she realised it herself.

“Where’s your new vibrator babe?” he whispered hotly into her ear.

“Oh no Jake, it’s ok, you don’t have to – oh.”

He swiped his tongue along her neck.

“I want to,” he insisted. “If you think it would help? It’s not like we haven’t used one together before.”

“I know I just - I don’t want you to feel like - like you’re not enough for me on your own. Because you are, I love you and you’re so, so sexy and I want you, just you, all the time - I’m the problem right now.”

He kissed her firmly, cutting her off.

“Felicity. You are not a problem. You know full well my ego is big enough to understand I’m not in competition with a bit of silicone. All I care about is making you feel good, whatever it takes,” he said. “Besides, who bought it for you?”

“You did,” she admitted quietly, feeling ever so slightly like a chastised schoolgirl.

“Exactly. So that makes me at least 50% responsible for every orgasm you’ve had using it,” he said with a smirk. Flick snorted.

“25%. I did all the work.”

“35.”

“Deal.”

They shook hands and neither of them could suppress their laughter at the silliness.

“So, how much have you used it?” Jake enquired.

“A lot, but I always thought of you.”

Jake bowed his head and gave her a quick dirty kiss. “Where is it, babe?”

Flick pointed to the top drawer of her bedside table. Jake found what he’d been looking for then propped himself half-sitting up against a couple of pillows and pulled Flick in to lie back on his chest, gently opening her legs and draping them over his.

He pecked her cheek sweetly. “You comfortable darlin’?”

“Yes.” Flick nodded. She was so comfortable. Warm, safe and secure in Jake’s arms.

Jake had adjusted the toy’s shape to make it easier for him to hold. It was slim, soft pink in colour, and with a dual purpose; one end serving as a traditional vibrator, the other with a suction attachment. Flick usually kept it bent in a U, allowing for medium-depth penetration and simultaneous clit stimulation, but Jake had flattened the curve, optimising for precision, and was warming the silicone between his hands.

Flick’s eyes fluttered closed at the first teasing roll of subtle vibrations that met her flesh, the soft buds of her nipples swelling and peaking at Jake’s mercy. He traced a slow, meandering path across her figure, the buzz of the toy igniting sensations in parts of her body she never expected it could. Each movement was accompanied by the heated press of Jake’s other hand caressing her skin, squeezing her breasts, waist, and hips, or the pads of his fingers swirling through the slick that pooled between her thighs and grazing her clit, there and gone again.

She barely knew what to focus on, there were so many competing sensations, yet all of them working to a pinnacle she couldn’t quite predict.

Don’t chase it, she thought to herself. Jake will get you to where you need to be.

“I love you, babe,” he said huskily. “You’re my everything. My home.”

Flick anchored herself to Jake’s voice, letting his deep reverent praise spread over her like honey.

“You’re my girl. My smart, brilliant, gorgeous girl.”

Jake’s breath was hot and heavy against her neck, giving away how much the situation was affecting him too (as if she hadn’t already worked that out from the solid shape of his cock pressed up against her ass).

He kept teasing and talking, teasing and talking, and Flick felt like she was in a dream, every inch of her body slowly glowing with starlight as Jake drew more and more arousal to the surface.

“Let me take care of you. Let me give you everything you need. You’ve done so much; you’ve taken care of yourself and taken care of me in so many ways even though we’ve been an ocean apart. It’s my turn to balance the scales. I’ll do it all, I want to love you and cherish you and look after you in all the ways I know how, and I want to learn how to in all the ways I don’t. I want to be the person who knows exactly what you desire at any given moment and be able to present it to you on a silver platter. You deserve to be worshipped, Felicity, and that’s what I’m going to do, now and forever, as long as you’ll allow.”

“Jake please -”

Flick whimpered as he inched the toy so tauntingly close to where she yearned for it to be, and she bucked her hips in the hope the vibrations would catch her clit, even for a split second, but Jake drew it back.

“I need you to ask me, babe. I need you to give me permission.”

Ask him, Felicity. Give yourself to him. Tell him what you want.

“Please baby, I want you to take care of me.”

“I will. What else?”

“I want – I – I want you to worship me.”

“Why?”

“Jake –”

“Tell me why.”

“Because I deserve it!” she cried.

Jake kissed her cheek. “That’s right babe, you do, you absolutely do.”

As a reward, he took her hand and tangled their fingers together so that they both held the vibrator, yet Jake had relinquished control.

“Show me,” he whispered.

Finally, Flick could move the toy to exactly where she needed it to be. She planted the suction setting directly over her clit and squeezed Jake’s hand, indicating for him to hold firm whilst she rolled her hips and created the perfect amount of friction to satisfy the burning ache that thrummed at her core.

“Take what you need,” he urged. “You deserve this. You deserve to feel good. I know you’re nearly there.”

Flick was close, but she needed one more thing from Jake to light the spark.

“Call me ‘darlin’,” she begged wantonly. “In that hot gravelly voice like you did in your messages, please.”

She didn’t need the mirror to know exactly what kind of cocky, self-satisfied smirk would have been illuminating Jake’s face.

“Yeah?” he grunted. “I love it when you tell me what you want. You’re so gorgeous, so sexy, so fuckin’ stunning. Show me how much this pretty pussy missed me.” His voice was dark and rich, his lips teasing the delicate shell of her ear. “Come for me darlin’.”

All her thoughts and worries evaporated away. She was Jake’s darling girl, his sexy little Teacup. Jake was home. He wanted her, all of her and in every way. The pieces of their hearts that they held for each other were finally united again.

She gasped and swore, and her legs jolted of their own accord, but Jake’s other hand gripped her thigh, keeping her open. He took command and kept the toy pressed up against her clit, so Flick didn’t miss out on even a second of the pleasure they had created, then he captured her jaw and swallowed the final gasps of her release with a burning kiss. Flick moaned and twisted her body to fully immerse herself in Jake’s attention, curling her fingers into his hair to keep purchase. The taste of Jake was borderline addictive to her now. How had she survived 6 months without the sweetness of his lips, the rapturous ravenous way he could take her apart with just a few hungry sweeps of his tongue?

But his kiss wasn’t enough anymore. She needed to feel him surrounding her, within her, everywhere. She wanted to be utterly under his spell, completely possessed, aware of nothing but Jake Jake Jake.

“I want more baby, I want to feel you, please,” she begged.

Jake used the weight of his body to gently roll her over onto her front with him on top. He drew back and guided her hips so she could lift her ass up and let her knees spread underneath her, like the relaxing stretch she would unwind with at the end of a Pilates session, then he slipped a cushion under her stomach to keep her comfortably elevated.

“I’m here babe,” he promised, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He kept one warm hand wrapped around her thigh and she heard him rustle in the bedside drawer again and open a bottle of lube.

There was a pause, Jake presumably taking the time to stroke himself, but then Flick felt the cool sensation of one end of the vibrator slipping inside her, before the other end settled on her clit, the suction feature landing perfectly.

“Jake?” she gasped, a little confused. “I meant I wanted to feel you,” she whined.

“I know my darlin’,” he soothed. “You think you can take us both?”

Oh. Oh. Flick whimpered at the thought of it. She wasn’t too concerned about the extra size, in fact, her only gripe regarding her now favourite vibrator was that it wasn’t thick enough. Plus, she’d had plenty of time with her ever-expanding collection of toys to keep her sexually ‘occupied’, so to speak (and Jake had reaped the rewards in the form of a generous supply of audio porn). However, she remembered how helpless the dual actions of this vibrator rendered her when she used it alone. The thought of taking Jake too? It would be intense, she knew. But she would do it for Jake. It would be magical with Jake.

The stream of desire that flowed through her veins became a coursing river.

“Fuck Jake. Yes. I want to. I need to. Please baby.”

The bed shifted under Jake’s weight, and he gave her hips and ass a firm squeeze before lining himself up. It took a few passes for them both to get the angle just right, for his cock to slide past its silicone neighbour and settle deep into her centre. But once he did…

Holy fuck. Is this what heaven feels like?

Jake chuckled. “I take it that means you’re enjoying yourself?”

Did she say that out loud? Flick couldn’t control the moan that was released with her words. “You feel s-so fucking good.”

She was full to the brim. The thickness of Jake’s cock pressed the toy right up against her walls, primed to make its acquaintance with her most sensitive of spots, and she fluttered in anticipation.

“D-does it feel good for you?” she just about managed to breathe out.

“You feel immaculate, darlin’, just like always. You’re all I need.”

Flick whimpered, and another needy clench of her core in response to Jake’s love caused her legs to tremble.

Jake chuckled lightly, and his fingers teased gently over her back, keeping her grounded, for the moment. “Oh babe, I can’t wait to feel how this wrecks you.”

Flick could detect the minor shake in his voice, the thin restraint that gave away just how much it was taking for him to hold himself together. She smiled knowingly and nestled her cheek into the soft bedcovers. Jake had no idea what he was in for.

“It’s going to wreck you too baby.”

They both moaned and quivered with delight when Jake flipped the control, the pulse of the toy sending immediate jolts of pleasure through their bodies.

Jake began his movements slowly, and Flick rocked her hips in perfect sync with his thrusts. It took barely any time at all to find the right tempo to fall into a sure, mesmerising rhythm that satisfied them both. Best of all, Jake was everywhere. His chest flat against her back, his lips on her neck, his strong arms caging her body, his words and praise in her ears.

“Fuck darlin’ - you’re so good for me, all mine – shit - been dreaming about coming home and having you all to myself for so long.”

Flick recognised that tone. The one from the filthiest of messages he would leave during his time away, the kind where his growls, moans and pants gave away that he was fisting his cock whilst looking at her sexy Polaroids and talking through gritted teeth. She’d been driven to distraction by his ardent possessiveness. She listened to his voice over and over, until she could recite his words verbatim, having memorised every change in inflection, every staccato breath. He’d spoken with such profound intensity, one she’d never quite experienced in person, but she was desperate for it. She wanted – no needed – him to go there again for her now.

“Take me, Jake,” Flick demanded. “Take what’s yours.”

She’d uttered that very phrase to Jake during sex plenty of times before, and they usually riled him up well enough in the moment, but since he’d confessed there was part of him that still doubted the sentiment beyond the confines of their bed, she knew those three little words wouldn’t be enough on their own.

“Nothing on this earth compares to the way you love me, Jake – you’re all I dream about - shit - your hands, your lips, your voice – God – Your cock – fuck! We were made to be together. I’m yours and you’re mine – oh! - I only want you, I will only ever want you – Yes - Show me that you own me - please - Want you to fuck me like I belong to you. Because I do.”

Jake growled like some kind of beast at her command. Flick felt the pattern of his thrusts stutter as his body tried to keep up with the surge of chemicals she’d injected into his brain, but once he regained control, he rendered her speechless. His thrusts became messy and frantic and were delivered with such desperate fervour that they both lurched forward on the bed, forcing Flick to brace a hand against the headboard so she didn’t go crashing into it.

One of Jake’s hands snaked along her figure, groping her breast and caressing her side before sloping under her body, to ensure the vibrator stayed locked in place, sucking on her clit, and driving her to delirium.

Any rational thoughts left in her mind melted out from her ears. All she could do was moan and swear into the sheets, her vision hazy and blurred from blissful tears.

She had completely given herself to him, she was so devoutly unquestionably Jake’s, the idea of being anything but was incomprehensible to her. She would devote her life to being his if he asked. Who else in the history or future of humanity could fuck her this passionately and make her feel so wholeheartedly cherished at the same time?

“Fuck Felicity – you don’t understand what you do to me.”

Jake grunted and delivered yet another pound of his hips that churned her insides into molten gold. Shockwaves of pleasure rippled through her body, but she managed to breathe out a quip between her garbled gasps.

“All good I hope?”

Jake let out a half laugh, half moan. “Yeah - all good, darlin’ – fuck - You’re always so perfect for me, my good fuckin’ girl.”

His voice was intoxicating, she could hear the smile in it; warm honey mixed with rugged gravel.

Flick whined helplessly as Jake pitched his body forward, somehow notching himself even deeper whilst simultaneously capturing her slacked jaw for a messy tongue-filled kiss.

She whimpered against his mouth.

“Please Jake – tell me you know I love you,” she blurted, pleading.

“It’s ok, babe. I know.”

That wasn’t enough.

“No. Tell me you know that I’ll always love you.”

Jake closed his eyes and breathed deeply, pressing the side of his face against hers.

“You love me. Fuck – you love me. You’ll always love me.”

He sounded more assured of the fact every time he said it. She wanted it to become like a mantra, etched into the flesh of his heart.

“I love you.”

“You love me.”

“I’ll always love you.”

“You’ll always love me.”

“I love you I love you I love you – Fuck! – I’m so fucking close Jake – please –”

The crescendo was coming. The torturous pulse of the toy, the certainty of Jake’s tireless thrusts, the ardent declarations that floated in the sex-scented air, all of it combined to concoct the perfect potion, an elixir of pleasure that penetrated every cell of Flick's being.

Jake’s hand grasped hers roughly, a tether, fingers intertwined.

Together they soared.

Jake landed back on the bed, wide-eyed and panting like he’d just run an ultramarathon.

“Holy fuck. That was – that was something else.”

Flick giggled airily and draped herself across his sweat-dampened body. “I told you the vibrator was going to wreck you too.”

“I wasn’t talking about the toy, darlin’.”

She raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “You sure about that, sunshine?” she teased.

“I’m sure. I’m all shook up and delirious right now because of an incredible little firecracker that goes by the name of Felicity March.”

“Hmm, I’ve never heard of her,” Flick said gaily, carrying on the joke.

Jake shifted his position, so Flick’s head rested in the centre of his chest. He brushed away a few locks of her hair to allow the shell of her ear to have contact with his skin, directly over his heart.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

“She’s right in here,” he said. “Can you hear her now?”

The morning after, they had a calmer, less emotionally charged conversation about how they could have helped each other better, and what they needed to consider next time Jake was deployed and they spent time apart.

Jake had been honest about his insecurities, explaining each step of his thought process and where each Sarah-voiced whisper would lead. He emphasised again that he never truly believed that Flick was cheating, because he trusted her, and he trusted Bradley, but it was an insecurity left over from his time with Sarah that hadn’t reared its ugly head in such an intense way before, and he’d booked to see his therapist to talk it over.

Flick agreed to go to therapy for the first time in her life too. She recognised that although she’d done her best to carry on as normal in the face of a life-altering diagnosis that had exhumed a mountain of unresolved grief, her best hadn’t quite been good enough. Which, as Jake was mindful to remind her, was nothing to be ashamed of. And, when Flick came home to him raw and vulnerable after her inaugural session, having exposed old wounds to the open air so they could finally begin to heal, he held her tight and let her dampen his chest with all the tears that had gone unshed.

Flick also requested an additional appointment with her cardiologist especially for Jake to attend. Together, they talked with Dr Hamilton about how Jake could support Flick in managing her heart condition; from dealing with minor heart rate increases or administering her medication, to spotting the early signs of an arrhythmia and what to do in an emergency.

Most importantly for Flick, however, she made Jake promise to be her boyfriend above all else. He was her lover, not her doctor. For him, her emotional needs should always come before her medical ones, unless it was a matter of life or death, and he had agreed to do his absolute best to adhere to her request.

They were both a work in progress. But they were committed to doing the work.

One evening, at the end of March, Jake arrived back from a day of training to find the apartment decorated with balloons, bunting and banners. Silver confetti adorned the countertops and streamers dangled from the light fixtures. He couldn’t help but panic for a second, a lingering remnant of his years with Sarah, wondering what important occasion he had completely forgotten about. But when Flick stepped up to greet him with a box of doughnuts and the prettiest smile, all his worries melted away.

“Hey, baby.”

Jake dropped his bag and willingly accepted the three sweet kisses she bestowed on his lips.

“What are we celebrating?” he asked.

“You,” Flick replied tenderly. “Today is the day you were due to come back from deployment. This is the welcome home I was planning to give you… I just figured I would repurpose the occasion somewhat. I have a question to ask.”

A question? What sort of question? Is Flick about to -

She stepped back and opened the box, revealing six jam and cream-filled doughnuts, covered in white glaze, rainbow sprinkles and with a word iced in black in the centre of each one, reading:

Will you move out with me?

“Yes.” The word flew out of Jake’s mouth as fast as the speed of light. “Absolutely yes.”

She gasped, wide-eyed. “Are you sure?”

Jake prized the doughnut box from Flick’s grip and took hold of her hands. They felt so small and delicate in his, yet they were the perfect fit. All that was missing were two shiny rings around the fourth finger of her left hand.

“I’m as sure as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west,” Jake vowed.

Flick squealed like a baby animal and planted an absolute smacker of a kiss on his cheek.

“Oh Jake, I’m so excited! I have so many ideas for the sort of place we could buy!”

Of course she does, Jake smiled to himself. He let her drag him to the table to look at her laptop, where she’d already been scrolling through a San Diego house listing website.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while – I watched a lot of Selling Sunset whilst you were away,” she confessed, causing Jake to laugh brightly.

“I know we’ve basically already moved in together,” Flick continued, “but you still have your digs on base and this flat is mostly full of my stuff. There isn’t room here for everything you keep back in Texas too. But now we can start looking for somewhere that could really be ours.”

Jake couldn’t think of anything he wanted more. He wished there would always be an “ours” for every part of life he shared with Flick.

“One or two extra bedrooms would be perfect. I could have an office so I could lock my work out of sight and out of mind at the end of the day, and we could have your family over to stay too, and my friends from England if they ever get their act together. A double garage would be great as well, one for the Mustang and the other could become your home gym.”

She pointed to the screen and Jake leaned over her, placing his warm hands on her shoulders and feeling her soften under his touch.

“There are some gorgeous developments on the other side of town. This one is right near the National Park, and commuting distance from the university, Top Gun, North Island, the hospital... and there’s a regular farmers’ market a couple of streets away. Obviously, this is a complete joint decision, so if you’re not feeling it there are loads of other areas to look at, but I thought this would be a good place to start?”

She turned into her seat and greeted him with sweet, hopeful eyes.

“What do you think?”

What did he think? That she was perfect. That he was desperately in love with her and would follow her wherever she wanted to go. That she was on track to make all his dreams come true and every single one of those dreams revolved around her.

He was seriously at risk of breaking into tears, so, before they could begin to fall, he swept Flick out of her chair and into his arms, bridal style, kissed her warmly and spun her around so fast that she squeaked with surprise.

“I think we’d better call a realtor,” he beamed.

Flick’s brow furrowed slightly and Jake’s followed suit. He cocked his head to the side and looked at her quizzically. “You know, someone who sells houses.”

“You mean an Estate Agent.”

Who knew the Brits had a different name for it? Still, he decided to double down, knowing exactly what type of game he was going to lead them into playing.

“No, I mean a realtor,” he drawled, emphasising the Americanness of his ‘r’s in his Texan twang as much as he was able.

Flick practically purred against his chest.

“If you say so,” she replied. “But I should probably warn you that any house we buy is going to have a garden, not a yard, and a loft, not an attic, and garages that rhyme with Claridge’s, not gar-ARH-ges that rhyme with massages.”

“Ah, but now you’ve given me a handy little list of all the wrong words to say, Teacup,” Jake teased. “That could be a fatal mistake. I’ve stored them all away and plan on deploying them at the most grating, cringe-inducing moments once we move in.”

Flick feigned horror, clutching at imaginary pearls. “Shit! You’re right. You’ll be insufferable. I’ll have to kick you out.”

“But my name will be on the deeds too. Think how annoying all that paperwork will be, not to mention the legal fees…”

Flick wailed theatrically. “Blast. You’ve got me cornered. I suppose I’ll have to keep you then.”

“Good choice,” Jake praised, delivering a slow, indulgent kiss to her lips. “Let’s make a home together darlin’.”

“When you know, you know.”

Those were the immortal words of their bubbly, slightly over-eager estate agent (*cough* realtor *cough*) when Jake and Flick were deliberating putting an offer on the first home they viewed.

“When you know, you know.”

They heeded the realtor’s advice, and now, a few days later, they were sat on the beach gazing out at the ocean while enjoying celebratory ice creams, high off a phone call confirming that their offer had been accepted.

“Can you believe it, Jake?” Flick breathed, still awestruck. “We just bought a bloody house.”

“We sure did. Which means these ice creams need an extra special something…”

He slipped his hands into Flick’s bag and produced two chocolate flakes he had sneakily bought from the convenience store and stowed away for this exact moment. He turned back to her with a cocksure grin and presented his stash, flipping and catching the two bars before pointing them like pistols.

Flick snorted in amusement and gladly caught the chocolate when he lobbed it in her direction. She tore off the yellow wrapper and added the flake to her swirl of soft serve.

“Now this really is the perfect day,” she grinned, leaning in to press a sticky sweet kiss to Jake’s lips. “Sun, sea, sand, a DIY 99 ice cream, and the promise of sharing and owning a home with the love of my life. What more could I possibly ask for?”

Looking out at the view before him, Jake couldn’t quite believe he wasn't dreaming. He had it all. Here he was, on a Sunday evening in San Diego, sitting on a blanket of golden sand that faded into shimmering aquamarine before blending into stunning clear blue sky. And Flick was centre stage. His wild English rose blooming on a Californian beach. Bold, beguiling, brilliant. She was sun-drenched and gorgeous, her auburn hair gleaming like burnished copper, freckled dusted cheeks rosy from the warmth, her lips curved into a dazzling smile, one that hadn’t left her face all weekend. In fact, ever since that night, her whole aura had grown radiant with effervescence, glowing with new colours every passing day.

How had he been so lucky? He’d stumbled into a life he never thought he would get to live, experiencing the kind of love that, in his darkest hours, he never thought he deserved.

When you know, you know.

Jake supposed there was a part of him that had known from the start. Right from the moment they met, Flick had rendered him utterly spellbound. No one, throughout history or time, could ever captivate his heart so completely.

Fleeting visions of the years ahead had come and gone; split-second imaginings of rings on both their fingers, but the picture was as clear as crystal to him now.

Felicity Mabel March was his forever. And one day, hopefully in the not-too-distant future, he was going to ask her to marry him.

Once the decision solidified in his mind, the world seemed to dazzle with possibility.

“Do I have ice cream on my nose or something?”

Flick had caught him staring. He’d been ignoring the present and gazing at their future for a little too long. He shook his head and smiled, warm as a Californian summer.

“No. I was just thinking about how much I love you.”

Eeek! I can't believe we're at the end of Pacific Pining! This one has been such a labour of love, it's the longest fic I've written so far and it has been the most difficult but also the most rewarding. Thank you so much to everyone who's spent time with Flick and Jake's story, it means the world 🥰

I'd love to know what you think of this final chapter!

I have more planned for Jake and Flick, but I want to add more to some of my other projects first.

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Tagging people who have joined in with Flick and Jake's story along the way: @emma8895eb @shanimallina87 @cherrycola27 @entertainmentgirl80 @taytaylala12 @djs8891 @horseshoegirl @ereardon @purplevortexx @katiedid-3 @lynnestra44 @desert-fern @memoriesat30 @halstead-severide-fan @sarahsmi13s @hardballoonlove @kmc1989

@theharddeck @gigisimsonmars @vivianeelisabeth @eli2447 @blue-aconite @snoopmary @nobodynocrime13 @wildxwidow @xpeony @palepeanutponyshoe @mizzzpink @starset21 @whatislovevavy @fanficfandomlove @bradshawburner @sometimesanalice @just-in-case-iloveyou @sorchathered @atarmychick007 @97lala @onlyxforxus @mini-bee-bee @angelbabyange @penguin876 @hangmandruigandmav @elisha-chloe @one-sweet-gubler @dizzybee03 @themusingofagothicsoul @lyn-js @scarlettwidow19

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