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skellyghosts · 1 year

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"DISOBEYED ORDERS" | PRICE x OC

Synopsis: 2nd LT. Kit Wade didn't follow a direct order, resulting in getting injured. The mission wasn't jeopardized, but Price thought differently....

WARNING: angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety attacks, brief description of coughing up blood

CONFLICT IS RESOLVED AT ONE POINT

just a random lil thing i wanted to write

Price pushed through the infirmary doors, chest tight and fury coursing through his veins as he burst into the room holding 2nd LT. Wade. She sat there with a dazed look, her cracked gas sitting beside her and blood trickled down her nose.

The nurses tried to keep him back as they administered medicine to the lieutenant, but he shoved himself forward and grabbed Wade by her biceps.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shouted, his accent becoming gravelly—almost a growl as he stared at her.

Wade didn't look at him. She just stared ahead, eyes vacant from her still being effected by the gas and from the medication making her woozy. When her dark eyes finally met his though, he felt his anger toward her falter.

He expected to see an apologetic look or have her nod, but instead she just mirrored his fury.

"If it wasn't for me, you would have been left to die in that gas filled bunker."

"You didn't need to replace my mask with yours!" He shouted at her and held up the broken mask to emphasize his point.

"Sir, you need to step out of the room." A doctor came up hesitantly and tried to pull him away, but Price didn't relent. He continued to glare down at Wade, the woman returning it.

"You were suffocating!"

"I ordered you to leave! When I give you a fucking order, you fucking obey it."

"If I left you to die, I wouldn't have forgiven myself. I won't apologize for my actions and you should take my willingness to sacrifice myself for you lightly."

Wade stood up to try to emphasize her point, but she started to cough up blood. Price held her up as doctors rushed to put her back on the table.

"Get her sedated and administer the medication I call for. Captain Price, I need you to step into the other room to be tested for any toxic traces."

"I'm fine!" He snapped as turned his attention back to Wade. She continued to cough violently and she turned onto her side to breathe. Eventually, her body drooped from getting sedated and she laid on her stomach, bloody saliva smearing across her skin.

"You're an asshole..." The lieutenant muttered as she groggily looked up at Price. Her eyes closed finally and the doctors got to work with cleaning up her face and administering medicine. Price clutched the broken gas mask in his hand, his anger dying off but not enough to completely let go.

He slammed the mask down before walking out, muttering and cursing under his breath as he went to have a talk with the rest of the Task Force.

While he was angry, the worry for 2nd Lieutenant Kit Wade overwhelmingly grew.

Soap, Ghost, and Gaz sat side by side at the large table as Price scolded them for disobeying his orders. Soap defended them in saying they disobeyed to help Wade set her charges to detonate the building and destroy the gas.

Gaz had stood up at this point to emphasize his point, angrily yelling in defiance to get his side of the story across, but he quickly sat down when Price slammed his hands down on the table.

Ghost stayed silent the entire time, dissociating and completely blocking out the shouts of Price, Gaz, and Soap. Even when someone spoke his name, he didn't tune back in for long to make a comment. He remained outside of it and remained calm, even though the bits he heard made his blood boil.

"I'll say what I told Wade. When I give a fucking order, you fucking obey it! That doesn't mean help in disobedience to save a replaceable soldier!"

"When will it get through your thick skull that you're not replaceable?!" Gaz shouted, standing once again to challenge him. "You're the only goddamn person I'd follow to hell and back."

"He's right." Soap spoke up. "If you died—"

"What if one of you died, hm?" Price reiterated. "Why if you died because of your disobedience and because you didn't keep it tactical? What then?"

"We couldn't let you die, Price!" Soap shouted. "None of us would be able to live with ourselves if you did. It just happened that Wade was brave enough to go into the gas to get you!"

Price shook his head, laughing coldly before turning to face his team.

"You're all dismissed. Don't bother for a debrief. Go to your dorms, sleep, and if needed, see medical."

The three stood from their spots and walked out of the room, the tension so thick and high strung it would be cut with with a knife. Price remained in there, leaned against his hands which rested on the table, his heart beating against his chest from the emotions he was feeling.

Losing a teammate was something he's experienced time and time again, but losing one of his closest friends was something he never wanted to experience. Ever since the death of Roach and Alex, he couldn't bare to think about losing Soap, Ghost, Gaz, or Wade.

Thinking about an instant where Wade could have died sent Price into an anxiety attack. If she had died during this mission, what would he tell her family? She had a kid... What would he tell her five year old daughter...?

"Captain?"

Price whipped around, breathing heavily as he made eye contact with one of the doctors from earlier.

"What is it?"

"Second Lieutenant Wade's asking for you. Said she wanted to talk to you."

"No."

Price coughed a little, the taste of blood coming into his mouth as he leaned against the desk. He continued to cough, the action turning more severe and violent as he stumbled to his knees.

"SOMEONE GET ME SOME HELP! CAPTAIN PRICE NEEDS HELP!"

It had been a couple days since Price woke up in the infirmary.

The remainder of his team visited any time they could—always giving him debriefs on smaller missions they've been going on and just random everyday occurrences.

Wade had been sleeping and the only times she woke up, she would cough up blood. The doctors said she would have damage to her lungs, but they couldn't tell how severe the damage was. It was definitely permanent, and Price knew she wouldn't be happy about that, especially since they still had to find her traitorous brother.

It was about 2am when Wade's coarse voice caught his attention. She was pale, her dark circles beneath her eyes becoming more prominent each passing day. Price sat up, coughing a little but no blood came out of his mouth as he stood up. He was dressed in a hospital gown, nothing underneath except his briefs. He sat down beside Wade, and this time his anger was nowhere in sight.

After seeing her asleep and not hearing her voice for so long, he started to become more worried and frantic than ever. He cared deeply for her, he really did. He was just overwhelmed by his emotions when it came to her almost dying in his arms as they ran out of a burning building.

"You look like shit." He muttered to her and Wade chuckled weakly through her nose. She grinned weakly, grabbing his hand and letting him rub his thumb over her skin, the feeling sending chills up her arms.

There was something unspoken between them, that was for sure. The rest of 141 knew it and even the other Special Ops soldiers they worked with knew. Captain Price and 2nd Lieutenant Wade were the two everyone whispered about in the barracks or behind closed doors, and whether it's positive or negative, it was so obvious.

"When were you admitted?" Kit whispered as she coughed a little. Price grabbed the glass of water on her bedside table and gave her a sip. She weakly sipped it, eyes closing as inhaled through her nose.

"I was admitted the same day as you. Ended up being poisoned in the end." Price chuckled as he set her water down on the table again. He grabbed part of her blanket and gently dried her lips of any left over water.

"I'm not the only moron in 141, am I?" She chuckled breathlessly and gave a smile.

"You're below Soap." Price commented.

"Good. He deserves that number one spot."

The two went into a comfortable silence, Price moving his hand to caress her cheek, her eyes fluttering shut. Kit leaned into it, sighing contently and moving her face to make the corner of her lips brush his palm.

"I still stand by what I said." She muttered, eyes remaining shut. "I don't regret saving you and I'd do it again."

Price sighed, the urge to snap at her coming back, but he pushed it from his mind, not wanting to start another fight like before.

"I know you don't. But you scared me half to death when you took your mask off."

"Sometimes you need a good scare to remind you of reality, Captain."

"You don't understand, Kathleen."

Her eyes opened when he said her full name. Pink dusted her cheeks as she stared, waiting for him to elaborate.

"We're everything but tactical. Every mission, every time we split up—I shouldn't worry, but I do anyway, and I..."

He noticed her shaky hand caress his cheek, her calloused fingers rough against his skin, but it was soothing in a way. Kit forced herself to sit up and pulled him closer. Price almost fell forward but he caught himself with his hands, practically pinning her down.

"I stopped being tactical after the raid on the Pikes Peak bunker. Why do you think I do stupid shit to save your ass?"

Price stared at her, this time his face heated up as she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. The action took him by surprise, but he quickly returned it once he realized how soft her lips were.

He moved closer to Kit, hands trailing up to bury themselves in her short hair. Her fingers ran through his and gently scratched his scalp, pretty much making him melt at her touch.

"The next time I save your ass, don't yell at me afterwards." She whispered to him when she broke the kiss.

"Since when do you give orders?"

Kit grinned and gently pulled him into another kiss, savoring the softness of his lips and running her calloused finger tips over his beard.

"Since now."

Price chuckled as her words and brushed his thumb over her cheek, skimming the thin pink scar spreading across it.

"Then don't do stupid shit."

It was Kit's turn to chuckle.

"Yes, sir."

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the-cult-of-riley · 2 months

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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Sixteen)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

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A/N: Some spoopy Halloween fun >:)

Also, I don't know if it's come up yet but I use the term 'tea' in this fic a lot in reference to a meal. Just for those unaware, in the UK, or Manchester at the very least, tea is basically what you call dinner.

I hope you guys are enjoying all the fluff and smut and shit because once Act Two hits... it's gonna get rough lmao

“No skeletons,” Simon murmured, a dark look passing across his face and Charlotte nodded, quickly putting the skeleton decoration back and choosing a pumpkin themed one instead. Halloween was in a few days and apparently she loved it. He hadn't seen the point in decorating, told her as much too given the fact that he got no trick or treaters in the apartment building. The sad pout she’d given him had been enough to make him melt, enough to make him agree to go Asda with her to get some fucking decorations. He drew the line where skulls were involved though. He wouldn't say he was terrified of them by any means but there was something there from his childhood and he didn't much feel like facing it right now.

They’d been living together for a month now and he was honestly surprised by how easy the transition had been, although maybe he shouldn't since they had been spending so many nights together anyway. He’d expected some tension though, as it happens with people when they live in close quarters and some habits got revealed, but so far, it had been a dream living with her.

After the disaster that had been the robbery of her flat, Simon had sworn to himself he would get even with that tosser Ethan and he made good on his promise. There was a lad at base, Firewall they called him ‘cause he was good with computers. Simon had saved him getting a leg blown off two years prior and Firewall had been adamant that he owed him one, so he decided to cash in on that debt. He’d asked him to look up the bastard, find out where he was living now and then he rounded up a few of his squad mates to come with him to pay him a visit.

His main goal had been to get her book and tablet back and unfortunately for him, he failed on both fronts. That slimy little cunt had sold everything he’d stolen and Simon had been livid, so livid in fact that he beat him within an inch of his life and his squad mates were there to back him up, to scare the shit out of him enough that he wouldn't say a word. It had been cathartic to hurt him after what he’d done to Lottie, especially where her tablet and her book were concerned. Those were her most prized possessions and he’d taken them just to get back at her.

Part of him had wanted to tell her what he’d done, almost wanted a pat on the head for being so chivalrous, but if he was honest, he wasn't sure how she’d feel about it. She wasn’t accustomed to violence like he was and he didn't want her looking at him like he was his father, so he opted to keep that little secret to himself.

He’d wound up buying her a tablet after seeing how sad she was with no way to do her art. She’d tried to refuse it at first, as he figured she would, but after him spending over an hour convincing her, she finally relented. He’d actually been privy to her artwork since too and even though he knew she would have been good, he was a little speechless about just how good she was. She did paintings of pretty landscapes that somehow looked like proper paintings on a canvas and he wasn't really sure how it worked to look so real when it was digital. She was fucking good, that was for sure though. She also did portraits of random people and then she did some weird art. Monsters or cryptids or just weird things that he figured might have come from her dreams or nightmares. They were creepy as fuck but she definitely had a knack for it. He figured people would pay good money for stuff like this but whenever he told her that, she’d get flustered about it. He liked that she’d finally shared it with him though, enjoyed getting a peak into her mind and to see how she viewed everything. There was an almost romantic lens to everything she painted, whether that be Clayton Vale or Cafe Metro.

Considering it had only been a month since she moved in, it felt like a lot had moved forward in such a short space of time. They spent regular time with his mum, Tommy and Beth now too, and Lottie and Beth had even gone out shopping for a girls day just a week before. It felt like everything was aligning in his life and he felt content, a feeling he still felt so unsure of even after the time he’d been feeling it with her. He pushed the cart as she put all sorts of shit inside of it and he couldn't help but watch with a wistful smile at how excited she was. He should have known she’d love the spooky holiday with her love for all things dark and macabre.

“Charlotte… “ a warning edge laced his tone, eyes narrowed as she looked at him all wide eyed and innocent.

“Yeah?” she asked, toothy grin firmly in place.

“I saw what you put in the trolley,” he deadpanned but her grin never wavered, if anything it seemed to curl even more mischievously.

“No idea what you're talking about,” she shrugged, breezing off and grabbing more stuff.

He licked his lower lip, eyes darting to the costumes she’d plonked in the cart. There was an adult female witch costume that by the length of it, he knew he’d enjoy on her, but then was the adult male vampire costume that he was pretty sure was for him. She’d fucked off to another aisle and he heaved a long suffering sigh before trudging after her like the good boyfriend he was. When they checked out, she hurriedly stuffed the costumes in the bag as if him seeing them better would be the straw that broke the camel's back. When he paid for it all, she gave him the dirtiest scowl he was sure he’d ever received in his life.

“Why are you paying for everything? You didn't even want to decorate,” she muttered, the pumpkin under her arm as he carried multiple bags.

“‘Cause I wanna treat you. That a problem?” he asked, raising a brow at her. He loved buying her things, loved treating her and he longed for the day he could do it without her getting defensive or feeling guilty about it. She pouted but didn't say anything else as they got into the taxi and made it back to their place.

When they got home, he decided to busy himself with cooking tea as she got to work decorating, putting little spooky garlands all over and little weird things in every nook and cranny she could. He realised though that decorating wasn't about other people or trick or treaters, it was just something she enjoyed herself. It was for her. And him seemingly but mostly her. It was nice seeing her do something nice for herself for a change, doing something because she enjoyed it.

“What are you cooking?” she asked excitedly, the smell drawing her over. He knew damn well she already knew the answer to that, that she could decipher that smell in her fucking sleep.

“Bolognese,” he answered and her eyes lit up even more, a blinding grin overtaking her precious face. She moved over, slipping her hands up his top and making his muscles quiver under her gentle touch. He looked down at her fondly, watching as she smiled up at him all pretty.

“I was thinking… we should get into our costumes after food and then we could watch some scary movies,” she looked at him all hopeful, blue eyes glistening and imploring and he heaved a sigh.

“Lottie…” he frowned, not wanting to let her down but the idea of dressing up was a bit too much.

“Pleeeeease? You only need to do it for the scary movies and then you can take it off. If you do this for me, I’ll keep mine on afterwards and you can fuck me with it on,” she smirked, cocking a brow at him.

He blinked at her for a moment, cursing himself for being so weak for her and her perfect body. He hadn't even seen her in the costume yet but he’d seen it enough to know it was short. Erring on the right amount of slutty that would get his blood going and he was more than interested in seeing her bouncing on his cock with it.

“Fine… but you're gonna let me spank you with it on,” it wasn’t a request, it was a demand and his heated gaze had her cheeks flushing furiously with a shy smile.

“Deal,” she grinned before she rushed off with a knife to carve the pumpkin. Wasn’t really a punishment for her really, was it? Not when she enjoyed it so much.

His eyes kept drifting to her, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she carefully carved a cheeky grin on the pumpkin. She looked so proud of herself when she was done that his chest was hit with a punch of warmth. He watched as she put a lit candle inside, carefully moving it over to sit beside the TV. By the time he was setting out dinner on the table, the place was fully decorated and it didn't look as bad as he thought it might. She practically bounded over to the dining table before devouring her food like a woman starved and he felt a primal satisfaction running through him that she was enjoying something he cooked her.

She got up when they were done, scooping up the dishes and taking them to the sink.

“I’ll do that, love,” he murmured as he stood from his seat and she shook her head as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

“It's fine. You cooked, I clean, remember?” she asked with a smile. It was a rule she’d been adamant on, more so when he’d been the one to cook for her. “Costume,” she reminded him, her smile turning into a smirk before she carried on with the dishes.

He groaned, almost pouting as he grabbed the costume and made his way over to the bathroom. Black dress pants, a white button up shirt, a black waistcoat and a black cape that had red satin on the inside. God, he felt like a right knob when he looked in the mirror. It was the cape that was the worst, otherwise it just looked like he was off out somewhere fancy in some cheap clothes. He wanted to tear the cape off and throw it out the window of their fourth floor apartment but he didn’t because he was soft in the head and the heart for her. That and he really wanted to spank her perky arse cheeks in her dress.

He wrinkled his nose, hand rubbing through his short blonde hair restlessly before he rolled his eyes and stormed out of the bathroom. Lottie was in front of the TV, flicking through the channels to find whatever she was looking for from the TV guide. His eyes swept over her, a deep, ravenous hunger consuming him like a wildfire. She’d gotten changed herself while he’d been in the bathroom and her costume left little to the imagination.

It was black and tight around her tits and tiny waist before poofing out at her hips. There was some kind of underskirt thing that made it really poofy and it was dark purple, the only colour on the garment. The skirt was so short that her arse cheeks were peeking out slightly and he noticed then she had no underwear on, the little minx. He was almost positive she'd purposely bought a dress too small for her to drive him mad, and fuck was it working. And he had some movies to get through first. She turned as he walked into the room more, eyes lighting up like a thousand suns as her eyes swept over him.

“I look like a fuckin’ idiot,” he grumbled, feeling his cheeks turning pink as heat crept up his face. She beamed like a kid on Christmas, sauntering over to him and smoothing her hands up the waistcoat as she gave him a sinful look.

“Hmm… I think you look stupidly handsome,” she replied with a grin and he gave her an unimpressed look.

“You don't have to lie to me,” he huffed and she raised a brow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

“If I was lying, I wouldn't want to drop to my knees and worship every inch of your massive cock,” her dirty words were accompanied with a sweet and innocent smile, her long lashes fluttering at him like she didn't just get him rock hard in a matter of seconds. He reached out to grab her but she ducked away, her light laugh filling the apartment with a radiant warmth he would never tire of.

“Not yet. Movies first,” she tutted at him, flashing him a mock pout that made him decide she was getting five spanks instead of the usual three.

He moved to sit on the couch, pulling at his pants a little to help the uncomfortable ache plaguing him. He couldn't focus on the movies she put on, some slasher flicks or something, it was really hard to fucking concentrate when she was pressed against his side like that and all he could smell was her scent. It was choking him, the feeling only growing worse as he remembered her lack of underwear. He shifted to put an arm around her over the back of the couch, his other settling heavy on her thigh, high up enough that it made her glance curiously at him, but unmoving at first.

She looked back to the TV and he started rubbing small circles on her skin, getting a sick enjoyment out of the way she started squirming a little, like she was growing uncomfortable at the slick he knew was waiting for him between her thighs. He didn't creep any higher up on her thigh even if he wanted to, wanting to tease her, to tear her attention away from the movies because she was a tease and she was going to pay for it.

It worked eventually. She finally had enough of his teasing, her face looking up at him in contemplation for a moment. The smile that spread across her face had him throbbing in his pants, the coy look she gave him before she moved to kneel up. He watched with rapt attention as she leaned up to him, lips brushing his.

“How many?” she asked in a purr.

“What?” he asked, eyes focused on her lips that were so close to his it was maddening.

“Spanks,” she replied and his eyes snapped up to hers once more.

“Five,” he answered with a wicked smirk and her cheeks flushed as she bit her lip with a smile. She leaned over his lap, arse up and presented to him and he groaned at the sight he was gifted. Her dress was too short to cover her now in her new position and her bare arse was fully exposed to him, waiting for him.

He smoothed a hand over her arse cheek, gripping at the plush flesh and kneading it for a moment as his other hand smoothed over her back over her dress affectionately. She was such a sight like this and he felt like he could cum just from looking at her. He reared his hand back, whacking it against her arse and watching it jiggle with the force as she gasped.

“One,” she breathed softly, pressing her face further into the couch beside him. She counted obediently with each smack he gave her, softly caressing her red skin between each one and carefully taking in her reactions for signs of discomfort. By the last one, she was squirming on top of him and he could see her thighs soaked as she rubbed them together. He hummed, the sound deep and low as he slid his hand down her arse, getting a thrill when her legs instantly parted for him.

“Such a good girl for me, love,” he murmured dazed as he teased her drenched cunt. He started rubbing slow circles around her clit, his breathing getting laboured as she moaned and rubbed herself against him like a needy bitch in heat. An idea struck him then, a dark smirk tugging at his lips as he withdrew his hand and she whined at the loss of contact.

“Up and in the bedroom,” he ordered, tapping her already sore arse for good measure and she yelped, scrambling to get off him. She gave him a pitiful look and he chuckled, pushing her to the bedroom door and ushering her inside. He didn't say anything, making her stew in her neediness for a moment as he started tugging off his ridiculous outfit, feeling much better in nothing at all.

He sauntered over to the chest of drawers, opening the third one down which belonged to her. He eyed her smugly, watching as her eyes widened, cheeks turning a bright shade of red. She knew damn well what he was looking for and she’d had no idea he knew it was there, as if he wouldn't notice it. Of course he had, noticed it the second she put her stuff away when she moved in and he’d been interested.

He pulled out the toy, some kind of clit stimulation thing that was small and black. She looked ready to crawl into a hole and die and it amused him thoroughly. He wasn't the type of man to be threatened by his girl having toys, in fact he very much wanted to join in the fun with it. He pressed it on, watching the weird almost hole-like thing start to move. He pressed the tip of his finger against it and came to the realisation that it was sucking on him. He looked at her, raising a brow with his shit eating smirk and she laughed nervously.

“You weren't supposed to know that was there,” she muttered sheepishly, rubbing her hands on her flushed cheeks as if it would cool them down.

“Why not? Think I could have some fun with this,” he grinned and she blushed even harder. He was starting to think she might spontaneously combust if she blushed any harder.

He watched her for a moment, more ideas coming to him as he looked at her in that tiny little dress she’d clearly only got to torture him. He raked his teeth over his lower lip, moving to his bedside cupboard and rummaging in the bottom drawer. He pulled out the handcuffs they’d bought only days prior that hadn't been used yet, not that he hadn't wanted to. He dangled them off his finger, looking at her in question and she grinned, blue eyes shining with excitement. He could have laughed when she moved to climb on the bed eagerly. Had she been waiting for him to suggest using them?

“Look at you, so needy for me,” he smirked and she rolled her eyes playfully yet lifted her hands above her head to be closer to the headboard. He knelt next to her, cuffing one hand then threading the cuffs through one of the metal bars in the headboard and then cuffing the other. He made sure they weren't too tight and when he was happy, flashed her a dark grin as he moved to kneel between her parted thighs.

She was watching him with her pupils blown wide, pure anticipation all over her face. He turned the toy back on, lowering it to her cunt and swiping it through the wetness there. He used his other hand to push at one of her thighs, spreading her as wide as he could and giving himself a beautiful eyeful. He pressed the toy to her clit and she moaned, head falling back against the pillow. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she kept arching at the toy, the current setting not quite enough for her and he pressed the plus button to turn it up.

It seemed quite a big difference between the first setting and this one because she let out a strangled moan, her back bowing and the muscles in her tummy jumping. Her moans suddenly got needier, whinier and her eyes almost rolled back as her body could do little else but endure the pleasure he was inflicting on her. Her hands were balling into fists and relaxing repeatedly from where they were restrained above her head.

“Simon,” her broken plea made him groan, enjoying making such a mess of her, enjoying making her so fucked out that she couldn’t even think right. It was like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be closer to the toy or further away, overstimulated and overwhelmed as her body pushed and pulled and he was completely mesmerised by her.

He couldn't take the aching in his cock anymore and he kept the toy in place as he shuffled closer, fisting his cock and lining himself up with her. He pushed into her with ease at how soaked she was and she gasped in time with his desperate moan. He could feel her cunt pulsing around him rapidly, massaging his cock in such a delicious way that he didn't even need to move inside of her. It set him off right away like he was a fucking school boy, a deep and ragged moan ripping from his throat as he came inside of her.

Any embarrassment he might have been feeling got washed away when she came blindingly hard around him at watching him cum. He moved the toy, turning it off as he panted, a blissful feeling wrapping him up like a warm blanket. It took a minute for his brain to work and he quickly pulled out of her, glancing at her hazy smile as she lay there like the cat that ate the canary. He moved to uncuff her, kissing each wrist sweetly as he did and making her sigh in content. He chucked the toy and the cuffs to the floor to deal with in the morning, collapsing beside her as his dark eyes darted over her pretty face.

“Alright, love?” he asked and she nodded, moving to sit up.

“Perfect,” she answered dreamily, flashing him a smile that warmed up every part of him.

She tugged the dress off her and he watched, unable not to, as she struggled a little to get it over her breasts and they bounced once they were free. If he wasn't so knackered after blowing his load earlier than he wanted, he would have reached out and played with them a little. She moved to lay back down once free of her dress, turning to face him and snuggling right up to him so that there wasn't an inch of her not touching him. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, a smile on his face he didn't even know was there.

It was odd for him to feel so at ease with physical contact with someone, it just felt right with her. They’d been together for a bit now, although six months of that he’d been away, yet it still baffled him every time he realised how much his life had changed because of her. At how much he wanted to be close to her, as close as humanly possible. He’d never craved touch before in his life, not after touch had equaled hurt in his childhood. Yet now, he wanted it if it was off her, fucking yearned for it when he was away from her, even for just an hour.

He wanted to crack open his ribs and stuff her inside where his heart used to be. He was sure he didn't have one anymore ‘cause the pretty angel in front of him had stolen it. Ripped it right out of him and made it her own and he wouldn't have stopped her even if he had half the chance. Watching her lay there so content to just be next to him made him feel so many things, but the one that stood out the most was such a blinding love that he almost opened his mouth and ruined it all.

He’d heard people talk about love, seen it in movies, heard it in songs, read about it in books, had to put up with Tommy when he met Beth, but nothing could have prepared him for how he felt for Charlotte. He could have never prepared for what real love actually felt like, what it felt like the moment he realised it. It was a moment, soft and profound, like the first light of dawn gently kissing the horizon. It was the ineffable sensation that stirred within him, an awakening of his heart to a melody he’d never heard before. It wasn’t just a fleeting ember, but an eternal flame that danced in his soul, painting the world in hues he'd never seen. It was the discovery of a sanctuary, where fears find solace, and dreams find wings and it was terrifying and thrilling all at once. His heart hadn’t belonged to him since the moment she sat beside him at that bus stop and maybe she hadn't stolen it at all. Maybe he’d willingly given it to her, his hands bloody after tearing it out of his own chest with his bare hands.

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