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Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.
You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.
Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: Language, violence, death, blood
Previous Chapter
Chapter 10-
“What the fuck kind of basilisks are those?” Lambert questioned in utter shock.
“I’ll tell you after I kill ‘em.” Coen answered just as the basilisks roared and charged forward.
You all quickly ducked out the way and stared swinging your swords to take them down.
Although, within a couple of minutes it was clear that these new basilisks were quicker than most. And before you knew it, your red haired brother was being thrown across the room by one of them.
Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.
You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.
Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Language, violence
Previous Chapter
Chapter 9-
You awoke in sudden pain.
Your eyes shooting open to find Ciri standing above you, holding a bloodied knife as pain seared through your stomach.
What the hell was going on?
Ciri took a hesitant step back as you looked down at your stomach to find bright crimson blood staining your shirt before you looked back at Ciri in utter shock.
She had just stabbed you. Why the fuck did she just stab you?
Before you could really process what happened, Ciri charged at you with the knife and you quickly raised your hand, forming an Aard, sending her flying into the wall across the room.
You watched as Ciri hastily got to her feet, but to your shock, she didn’t try and attack, instead opting to run out the room.
The last part is here. Sorry for making you wait. This is the first series I have ever completed and I kinda feel proud of myself. I loved every single moment of the process, with all of you sharing your ideas, love and support so generously. This story has been a healing journey for me thanks to you. I must admit I’m a little sad because I have to let this story go. I hope I will find a new idea to inspire me, soon. You all have been so wonderful to me and I’m so grateful for that.
Thank you @romantic-freya for giving me the push to sit my ass down and write.
Thank you @agniavateira for your amazing ideas. You brought new characters in the story.
Thank you @happyhenners for encouraging me to go on with this and helping me when I needed you.
Thank you @emelinelovesjc, my lovely Em, for being on my side. I can’t wait for the world to see how talented you are.
And last but not least a HUGE THANK YOU to my amazing, generous and super talented beta @wondersofdreaming. Please go read her writings, you won’t regret it!
For the weirdos out there that are desperately looking for a reason to be offended, I want to say: I don’t know anything about Henry Cavill , any member of his wonderful family, or his friends and associates. This is just pure fiction and has nothing to do with the real thing, I guess. No intention to disrespect anyone.
I hope you enjoy this part as you did the rest.
Soon Masterlist
All You Never Say- Birdy (If this was a rom-com that would definitely be the soundtrack!)
Looking For Love - Whitesnake (This is Henry’s track)
Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
Word Count: 5.839 words
Warnings: angst, fluff, smut (lots of it, my babies deserve it after all they’ve been through)
Rating: 18+ Please, read at your own discretion.
The door slammed shut behind Henry shattering his last hope of him and you. His hurried steps on the stairs were the only noise he could hear. The last thing his brain had registered was your tears and the soul-crushing feeling of his heart torn into pieces. He got into his car and left at full speed. He was in no state to drive but he had to get away from you. The only route he could recall was his way home.
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Part 7 is here!!! Since I won’t be able to write this weekend, I pushed myself to finish this part faster. I would hate to leave everyone waiting. You all know that this story wasn’t planned. It all started with a little drabble and there was no intention to go further with it. I was just trying to get back into writing, that’s all. You also must know that this story isn’t finished yet. I must have given the wrong impression on my last post. I intend to write one more part (or two, don’t kill me!). Thank you all for your love and support! This experience has been amazing only because of you!!!
Thank you @romantic-freya for giving me the push to sit my ass down and write.
Thank you @agniavateira for your idea. You brought new characters in the story.
Thank you @happyhenners for encouraging me to go on with this and helping me when I needed you.
And last but not least a HUGE THANK YOU to my amazing, generous and super talented beta @wondersofdreaming. Please go read her writings, you won’t regret it!
For the weirdos out there that are desperately looking for a reason to be offended, I want to say: I don’t know anything about Henry Cavill , any member of his wonderful family, or his friends and associates. This is just pure fiction and has nothing to do with the real thing, I guess. No intention to disrespect anyone.
I hope you enjoy this part as you did the rest.
Soon Masterlist
All You Never Say- Birdy (If this was a rom-com that would definitely be the soundtrack!)
Looking For Love - Whitesnake (This is Henry’s track)
Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
Word Count: 4.021 words
Warnings: angst, fluff
Henry returned to his home later that night. He felt exhausted and overwhelmed by the awful day he had. So many things had happened. He was so distressed that he felt actual physical pain on his body. He just needed to lie down. He threw his jacket and helmet on the floor, kicked his shoes off his feet, and lied down on the couch letting a heavy sigh through his nose. Kal came over to him silently, making a stop first sniffing his clothes that were lying on the floor and then approached him, resting his head on Henry’s arm.
And here is part 5!!! Ooooh, I’m on fire, baby! Somebody, stop me! No, don’t! I’m just kidding! I’m having such a great time writing this story that when it’s over I will miss it so much! Thank you all for your love and support! For the hundredth time, you are amazing and I love you all! Things start to take a positive turn in real life, too. I guess it’s all this positive energy that you are giving me!
Also, I have reached 1500+ followers!!! Whaaaat? I can’t believe it! I am literally screaming!
For the weirdos out there that are desperately looking for a reason to be offended, I want to say: I don’t know anything about Henry Cavill or any member of his wonderful family. This is just pure fiction and has nothing to do with the real thing, I guess. No intention to disrespect anyone.
Thank you @romantic-freya for giving me the push to sit my ass down and write.
Thank you @agniavateira for your idea. You brought new characters in the story.
Thank you @happyhenners for encouraging me to go on with this.
And last but not least a HUGE THANK YOU to my amazing, generous and super talented beta @wondersofdreaming. Please go read her writings, you won’t regret it!
I hope you enjoy this part as you did the rest.
All You Never Say- Birdy (If this was a rom-com that would definitely be the soundtrack!)
Henry’s mother was on the phone trying to reach him but to no use. It was the tenth time she had called him in two hours and nothing. Henry was nowhere to be heard. She started worrying about what had happened because this was not like him at all. Henry was usually attached to his phone.
The first time Teddy was sleeping at The Burrow, he couldn’t hide his insecurities to his godfather.
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Teddy: I want to go home.
Harry: If you can’t sleep, I’ll take you there. But you should know, everyone here loves you and they want you to stay just as much as I do.
Teddy: Even when I break the plates?
Harry: Especially when you break the plates.
Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.
You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.
Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: Language,
Previous Chapter
Chapter 6-
Yennefer was here.
Why the fuck was Yennefer here? Of all the fucking places on the damn Continent, why here? And wasn’t she meant to be dead anyway?
Geralt hesitantly took a step away from you, leaving you sitting on the table, your back still facing Yennefer, not wanting to even look at her.
The last time you saw her, she had slept with Geralt. She stole your fucking boyfriend.
“I thought you were dead.” Geralt finally said, breaking the looming silence as he stared at the woman behind you with wide eyes.
Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.
You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.
Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: Language,
Previous Chapter
Chapter 5-
Geralt had told Ciri that she couldn’t train.
You knew she wasn’t happy with that and the second Geralt walked out the cafeteria, the girl turned to you and Coen, asking if you could help her train.
Coen had been sceptical about it, but in the end you both agreed. Ciri fist pumped the air in excitement before rushing to retrieve her wooden sword from her room.
The two of you shifted the cafeteria tables out the way, making some free space as you taught her basic manoeuvres.
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Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.
You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.
Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Language, panic attack
Previous Chapter
Chapter 4-
Everyone else went back inside, but you remained outside and trained.
Being inside meant seeing your brothers medallion hanging off the tree. It meant sitting at the table with your Eskels empty seat beside you… there were so many things that you didn’t even want to think about, let alone face.
So, you remained outside.
You trained and practiced with your sword, doing anything to keep your mind busy and focused.
Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.
You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.
Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: Language, character death, blood
Previous Chapter
Chapter 3-
For the next hour, you sat beside Lambert, talking and drinking while trying to ignore all the naked women that were tossing themselves to your fellow Witchers.
A few had tried to throw themselves on you as well, which seemed to amuse Lambert as he watched. But, you just gave the women a drinks and talked to them instead, which they seemed grateful for.
Once they moved on, you and Lambert continued bickering and talking shit, but it didn’t last long.
Ayyyyy, I’ve seen this pic where a doggo is standing protectively behind a woman and the caption is when you train your dog to be protective of your woman and you have a slight disagreement. Can you do that with Henry? Kal being overprotective of you after you and Henry fight? Thanks loads. Xx
THE ONE WITH THE FIGHT - Henry Cavill x Reader.
[A/N: Sorry It's a bit short, hope you like it. ]
“So it all comes back to this huh?” Henry asked, disappointment written all over his face.
“What are you talking about?” You asked.
“You’ve got to stop doing that!” Henry told you, softening his features.
“Doing what?” You asked confused by his words.
“Making me want to kiss you.” He replied planting a quick but passionate kiss on your lips. “Alright let’s do it again.” He said.
“The kiss or the scene?” You questioned coyly.
“Both.” He replied kissing you once more.
Whenever you had some free time in your hands, it had become a habit for you to help Henry practice his lines. It all had started a few months ago. Henry had been going through his lines all day but seemed to have no luck memorizing them. He was starting to get frustrated when you walked in the room with two steaming cups of tea and some biscuits assuming that taking a break would do him good. What you didn’t expect was that you’d become his muse.
When he first asked you to read the lines with him, you were skeptical but accepted nonetheless. Anything to help him finish work faster. At first you would just read the lines that belonged to his cast mates in a flat tone, but then you started getting invested in the game. Adding a little spice and playing along with the different character. Henry was amused by it, and you were starting to have fun getting to know and experience a bit more of what his job actually involved. This, was the first time you were staging a fight and now all the cards were on the table.
“Ok, ready?” Henry asked, you nodded. “So it all comes back to this huh?” He asked again back in character.
“What are you talking about?” You said tiredly, putting the script aside.
“We’re drifting apart and you haven't even noticed.” He commented shaking his head, his jaw clenched.
“Can we just talk about this later?” You asked rubbing your forehead to relieve your pretended headache.
“You don't really care do you?” He spat, his tone starting to raise.
“You know it’s not like that.” You replied raising your voice trying to match his. “And it’s not that big of deal could you please let it go already?”
“How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?” He yelled stepping closer to you and throwing his script over the table.
“Do you even trust me?” You said you line with a hurt tone. “Cause if you did, you’d know they were lying. That’s all they do!” You yelled, pushing his backwards but he didn’t flinch.
“You used me!” Henry yelled with disgust on his voice while stepping closer; you stepping back as he did. “Nothing I knew is real! I know nothing about you!”
“That’s not true! I love you…” You yelled back.
“How can you love me when you don’t even love yourself?!” He said leading you against the wall following what the script said, but before you could go any further with your heated argument you heard a loud growl coming from the doorway.
Confused by it, Henry pulled his head back a few inches allowing you both to find a pretty angry Kal standing there ready to attack. Separating his body from yours, Henry walked towards his trying to find out what was going on, what was making him so mad. Taking advantage of your new distance the gorgeous American Akita rushed towards where you were and stood right in front of you in all his glory. Henry’s gaze met yours showing the same confusion yours did.
“What’s going on buddy?” He asked walking back toward you two. The Akita growled once again.
“Apparently we delivered one hell of a scene.” You told Henry figuring what was going on. “Kal, it’s ok.” You said petting him. Kal wasn’t an aggressive dog at all, he was the complete opposite of that actually.
“We’re just playing bud.” Henry told him slowly approaching you. “There’s no need to be defensive. I’m not gonna hurt her. I love her as much a you do Kal, c’mon.” He told the love bear that seemed to be very protective of his girlfriend. “We’re just playing, see?” He added bringing you closer to him, Kal’s eyes never leaving his face. “I think you’ll have to kiss me to convince him.” He told you, and you gladly gave the dog the proof he needed.
“I think we convinced him.” You pointed out. As Kal was comfortably lying on the floor when you both finally broke the kiss.
“He doesn’t seem convinced at all.” Henry said. “Maybe another kiss will do the trick.” He added leaning against you.
Summary: Syverson is home from the war. When his housing plans fall through, he moves in with Kara. She’s a friend of friend, and a war widow.
Chapter 4
Word Count: ~1,000
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Kara slammed the door and threw her bag onto the bedroom floor. Coming home early should be something to look forward to, but when it was at the expense of a life, it wasn't worth it. She'd rather be back at the hospital.
She showered before she left work, but now she showered again, and still found traces of blood as she scrubbed her arms. Not surprising since she was practically up to her elbows in the man's intestines.
She scrubbed herself raw, then lay down on the couch and turned the television on. The tears in her eyes blurred the images until the faces ran together, and she shut it off. She wished Sy was home.
—
"Kara?"
Her eyes fluttered open and Sy smiled. Was she dreaming?"
"What are you doing home?" he asked. "I thought you worked late tonight?"
Kara sat up and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands.
"They sent me home."
"Why?" Sy sat next to her.
"We lost an accident victim today. I didn't take it too well. So, they sent me home."
Sy put an arm around her and pulled her into his side. She lay her head on his shoulder.
"I tried to stay, but one of the doctors saw I was kind of lost in my head. It all happened so fast. Even the doctor was kind of shaken by it. It was so bad."
"I'm sorry." He held her there for a while. "You've been sleeping since you got home?"
"I think so, yeah."
"Hungry?"
"Not really."
"Hey."
Kara looked up when he didn't say anything else.
"What do you need?" he asked.
Kara let her gaze roam over his face, to the thick hair that had slowly grown in over the last couple of months since he'd stopped shaving it, then she stared into eyes. "Just this."
He slipped his shoes off, then sunk deeper into the couch. He put his feet up on the coffee table and pulled Kara closer until she fell asleep again.
—
Syverson woke to the scent of Kara's strawberry shampoo tickling his nose, and a growling stomach. He barely remembered lying down with Kara still asleep in his arms. They lay facing each other, Kara's back against the back of the couch, Sy with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her head lay against his chest.
He had to get up. He wasn't comfortable teetering on the edge of the couch, big as he was. And having her in his arms was almost torture. He wanted to wake her up with a kiss. Instead, he slipped his arm from beneath her.
She stirred. "Sy?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"What's wrong?"
"I have to get up."
She slowly opened her eyes, then propped herself up while Syverson stood.
"Did I fall asleep on you?"
"Little bit." He smirked.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
"You didn't eat or shower, did you?"
"It's all right. I'll do it now."
"Let me fix you something."
Sy protested as he followed her to the kitchen, but she pulled out leftovers to warm.
"I didn't eat, either," she said. "We missed our dinner."
"I'll shower first." He smiled.
—
"I'm really glad to have you here," Kara said. "I mean, as a roommate you're practically perfect. Clean, quiet, handy."
"Except for The Incident."
Kara laughed. "Well, you learned to close the door, so we're good." The smile slipped from her lips. "But you're more than a roommate, you know?"
Sy stopped mid-bite and looked up at her.
"I've never had a roommate I felt so close to," she said. "We're friends, right?"
Syverson nodded. "Absolutely."
"And I wanted to thank you for tonight. It was a really bad day, and I haven't had someone here to console me like that, since…"
"Travis?"
She nodded. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Kara wiped a tear from her eye. "I'll clean up. You have to be in earlier than I do."
She took her dishes to the sink and ran water in them. She turned around to go back for Sy's, but he was standing there. So close that she ran into him.
"Sorry." She tried to move back, but he held her shoulders. "What are you doing?"
He brushed his thumb over her cheek, then pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was almost chaste. Soft, but quick. When she opened her eyes he was staring back at her.
"I wanna be more than friends," he said.
"Really?"
He nodded. "Sometimes I kinda get the feeling… maybe you do, too."
Kara closed her eyes and nodded. "I do."
The words were barely a whisper, but Sy's lips were back on hers. She raked her fingers lightly through his beard, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Sy's hands slid down her back and over her rear before he pulled out of the kiss.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," he said.
"Me, too."
Sy held her face in both hands, brushing his thumbs over her lips and cheeks.
"I sold Vivian's ring last month."
Kara stared into his eyes. She knew the weight of that. Her hands instinctively touched where she'd worn her and Travis's wedding rings around her neck.
"I put Travis's away last week."
"You did?"
Sy brushed back the hair at her temple, and she nodded.
He gripped her hips, then slid his fingers up under the hem of her shirt. He played along the waistband of her pants until she shivered, then he kissed her again.
"Wanna take it slow?"
She nodded, barely breathing.
"Dinner tomorrow?"
"I have to work late."
Sy smiled. "I'll wait."
"Will you?"
She stared up into his eyes, silently asking for time. There were still so many feelings she had to sort through.
This is beautifully written, and the emotions that it elicited while reading, - there simply isn't words enough to begin to describe how magnificant it is.
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Summary: Syverson is home from the war. When his housing plans fall through, he moves in with Kara. She’s a friend of friend, and a war widow.
Chapter 3
Word Count: ~1,100
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"You didn't!" Cathy sat wide-eyed with her fork halfway to her mouth.
"I did," Kara said.
"Everything?"
"Full monty."
They'd already discussed her horrible date and how Syverson stepped in and consoled her afterward. Now she admitted the most embarrassing thing that had happened.
"Completely naked?"
"Shhh…." Kara glanced around to see if Cathy was drawing attention to them in the crowded restaurant.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"How'd he look?"
Kara put her face in her hands and groaned.
"That good, huh?"
"Cathy, he's so gorgeous it hurts."
"And, uh… the hidden stuff?"
"I shouldn't. He's my roommate."
"Wow! Ok. So, he's huge, right?"
"Shhhhh! What's wrong with you?" Kara laughed and covered her face.
"Look, I've met him a couple times, and the man is fine. You got a peek under the hood, lucky lady. I'm curious. Sue me."
—
Jim shook his head. "I would have died."
"It's not a big deal. I was more concerned she'd think she made a mistake taking me in. What kind of idiot doesn't close the bathroom door?"
"But she's ok?"
"Seems to be."
"Good. Then you can ask her out."
"I'm not asking her out, dipshit. She's my roommate."
"Come on, man. You like her."
"Not the point. You don't date your roommate. I'll be looking for a place to live again when it all goes to shit."
"Who says that'll happen?"
"Experience. Plus, she's still holding on to her husband. She's not ready to date yet. We talked about it before she went out with that creep."
"Or maybe you're scared."
"What?"
"After Vivian?"
"Vivian couldn't hack being with a deployed soldier."
"I know."
"What's that got to do with Kara?"
"I'm not talking about why she left you. I'm talking about the fact that she left you."
"So?"
"You still have the ring?"
Syverson tensed and knocked the rest of his beer back.
"That's what I thought. You're not over getting hurt."
"Bull shit."
"Ok, fine. Live in denial. Kara's a great girl. If you're too chickenshit to make a move when she's finally ready, someone else will. Then you won't have her as your girl or your roommate."
—
Four Months Later
Syverson was out until two in the morning with some of the guys from his unit. He hadn't seen them in months, but the bonds were still there. They drank, told the same stories they'd told a million times, and laughed like they'd laughed each time. He didn't miss getting shot at. He didn't miss nearly getting blown up. But he missed his men.
He expected the apartment to be dark and quiet, but the living room light was on, and he could hear the television before he saw it.
"Kara?"
He rounded the couch. Kara was asleep, blanket pulled up to her chin. He couldn't stop the smile that tugged at his lips. She was beautiful.
"Kara?" He squatted by the couch and whispered her name until her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey."
"What time is it?"
"A little after two. I thought you might want to get into your bed. Gotta be more comfortable."
"Yeah."
"Need a lift?"
She laughed and stretched. "I appreciate the thought, but I can make it."
"Good night." Sy winked at her.
"Good night."
Syverson stopped in his bedroom doorway. Was he making a mistake not telling Kara how he felt? He thought it was a passing attraction at first, but after getting to know her so well, he couldn't deny it was more than that.
He went back into the living room, but Kara's bedroom door was already closed. Sy took that as a sign.
The next morning, Kara had a full breakfast laid out on the table. Saturday mornings were quickly becoming his favorite part of the week. They would eat together and talk about their pasts. Dinners during the week were for venting about work and what happened that day. Saturday mornings were where he found out she was a tomboy, and didn't accept pink until she was twenty-six. That she'd chopped off all her hair at the age of twelve, only to cry over her lost locks. She swore to never again cut her hair above her shoulders.
She still didn't talk much about Travis, but he popped up in some of her college stories, and Sy told her about Vivian. He even owned up to the fact that he'd proposed before shipping out. Something only Jim knew up until now. After that, Kara sometimes looked like she wanted to share more about Travis, but she held back.
—
Kara had a date that night; her first one since the creep Sy had chased off. This one went a little better. At least this guy didn't try to force himself onto her. He was sweet, actually, but Kara just wasn't interested. Her date picked up on it, and called her out. So, she explained, and he dubbed their outing an un-date. Just two people having dinner. That eased the tension a bit, and Kara enjoyed herself, but when they said goodnight, it was without any pretense of "we should do this again sometime."
Sy was still up when she got home at nine.
"A bit early this time, huh?"
"It was just dinner."
"So… think you'll see him again."
Kara shook her head.
"Did he do something?"
She smiled. Sy was so protective. "No, he was a perfect gentleman. It's me."
"Still not ready?"
"I don't know. I feel like I'm finally ready, but I thought I was done dating when I got married." She flopped next to him on the couch and kicked her shoes off. "I hate dating. Reading between the lines, trying to figure out what the person is hiding… it's exhausting. I was comfortable with Travis. I always was. From day one. I just want to be comfortable with someone again."
Kara couldn't tell him the whole truth. She always held guys up to the standard of Travis. No one met that standard, until Sy. Now she compared her dates to him, and they fell short. She couldn't wait to get back home to him each day, even knowing that she couldn't make a move. Especially since he confided in her about his ex, Vivian. She couldn't push him. She couldn't push herself.
Summary: Syverson is home from the war. When his housing plans fall through, he moves in with Kara. She’s a friend of friend, and a war widow.
Chapter 2
Word Count: ~1,100
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The first week went smoothly until the day Kara got home late and walked past the wide open bathroom door with a very naked Sy drying himself inside. He nudged it shut with his foot as Kara yelped, too late to hide anything.
"I'm sorry," he said through the door. "Shit."
"No, I'm sorry."
"I didn't hear you come in."
"That's ok. I just— I'm sorry."
She practically ran to her bedroom and shut the door. Good grief! Did he have to be built like that? She would never unsee his naked body, and they'd only known each other a week.
Dinner was quiet — so awkward — until Sy couldn't take it anymore.
"It's not a big deal, you know. I've showered in front of dozens of guys, so it's not a big deal for me."
"Yeah, well, I'm not a guy." She kept her eyes on her plate.
"I just don't want you to think I'm upset. It was my fault, anyway, for having the door open."
She nodded softly.
"And I'm sorry if I offended you."
"I guess I was just… embarrassed. I certainly wasn't expecting to see a naked man when I got home."
"It just kind of sucks, because you haven't looked me in the eye since, and I've been enjoying our dinners together."
Kara glanced up, and Sy grinned.
"Me, too." She picked up her water glass.
"And, you know, if it makes you feel better, you could always let me walk in on you."
Kara spit the water across the table and laughed.
"I don't feel that bad about it."
Sy shrugged. "Worth a shot."
"You're so lucky that water didn't go up my nose."
"No, you spit it at me, instead. Trying to make me need another shower?"
"Oh my gosh, stop!"
She laughed so hard her cheeks hurt. No one had made her laugh like that since Travis. The laughter faded, and her smile slipped.
"What's wrong?"
"Huh?"
"You look like someone sucker punched you."
"I just… you reminded me of someone for a minute."
"Must have been a bad memory."
"No. Just, uh…" She patted the table with a napkin. "I guess it's time to share this part of my life. I was married. Army wife. He died a little over a year ago in Afghanistan."
"I'm sorry. What was his name?"
"Travis."
"Good man?"
"Great man. He could make me laugh harder than anyone else." A small smile tugged at her lip. "I miss that."
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't be silly. Laughter is good. Feel free to make me laugh anytime."
"How long were you together?"
"We met in college, and got married after we both graduated."
"Long time."
"Not long enough." Her throat tightened, and she brushed moisture from her eye. "How about you? Anyone special?"
"Maybe." He nodded. "Could have been, anyway. I told her I was shipping out for ten months, and she couldn't deal with it. She tried, but… she couldn't wait."
"Sorry. It's not easy being left behind."
"I don't imagine it is. I guess you really have to love the person."
"It helps."
"I guess she didn't."
Kara played with her food. "No one since her?"
"Not really. A few dates here and there. You?"
"I've been pressured into two dates in the last three months. Both were miserable."
"Pressured?"
"My friends. They think I need to 'get back out there.'"
"Not if you're not ready."
Kara smiled at him. "You are in the minority opinion."
He shrugged. "If you're not ready, you're not ready. It's not fair to you or your date if people try to rush you."
"Where have you been while I've been fighting this battle?" She chuckled. "I could have used the backup."
"Consider your six covered from now on."
"Too bad you weren't covering it two weeks ago. I have a date this Friday night."
"Maybe you'll have fun."
She shrugged and shook her head. "He's taking me to this fancy restaurant. Feels like he's trying to show off, and we're not even on the date yet."
"So, cancel."
"I would feel bad. Someone set it up, and I kind of feel obligated. Schedules were rearranged."
"Geez. Sounds romantic."
Kara laughed. "Doesn't it?"
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Syverson sat on the couch watching television. Kara said she and her date were going out after dinner, and she would probably be late, but he felt the need to wait up for her.
It was after midnight when her keys jingled in the door.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"It's pretty late. I think we should call it a night," she said.
Sy lowered the volume on the tv and listened.
"Come on. We could get to know each other better."
"I think I've gotten to know you well enough. Good night."
A thud, and Kara's gasp, got Sy to his feet.
"I'm not leaving yet."
"Yes, you are." Sy got to the front door in time to see Kara struggling to push the man off of her.
"Who the hell are you?"
"The bouncer." He pulled Kara from the man's grip. "Get out."
"You can't tell me—"
"Now, you piece of shit!" Sy shoved the guy out the door and slammed it shut. He rubbed a hand over his shaved head and sighed. "You ok?"
Kara nodded, but her hand trembled as she rubbed her face.
"Come on." He tugged her toward the couch and sat in front of her on the coffee table. "What helps you relax? Tea? Alcohol?"
"Oh, God, no alcohol. He drank all night."
"Ok. So, tea?"
"Ice cream."
Sy fought a grin. "Ice cream?"
"Yeah. Just bring me the pint and a spoon."
"You got it."
Syverson joined her on the couch with his own carton. Kara took her first bite, then lay her head back.
"Better?" He shoved a giant spoonful in his mouth.
"I'll be ok. I've just never had a guy push himself on me that way."
"Did he hurt you?"
"No. Just scared me. I'm so glad you were here."
"He picked the wrong roommate."
Kara chuckled. "I think I picked the right one. Thank you."
Sy waved his hand at her. What was he supposed to do, let her get mauled by some drunk? Not on his watch.
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