#easynix

He came to you with a bullet hole clean through his leg. One of the simplest wounds you’ve seen, some stitches and some physical therapy and he’d be good as new.

Though his injury was easy to take care of, letting him go wasn’t.

The past few months together felt like a lifetime. It was like you were in high school again. You’d catch him watching you patch up another soldier. He’d give you side glances in the mess hall. You both would steal innocent touches of each other, desperate for some type of contact till the night settled.

Tonight wasn’t the first night you two spent together, actually, it was one of many, but there was something else bubbling below the surface that you didn’t understand.

Webster didn’t need to knock on your door when it hit midnight. He knew you were up, waiting for him and that spurred something on in his heart as he entered your quarters. You were laying on your side facing the door, your arm propped your head up, one of the books he recommended in your hand.

You finished your paragraph and closed it. Your eyes trailing up the man in front of you as he leaned against your door.

A familiar click of the lock echoed in the room as he moved towards the bed. It only took him two steps to get to you. He grabbed the book and put it on the nightstand as you rolled onto your back, the biggest smile he’d ever seen on your face.

None of this was new, but his actions never failed to make your heartbeat a little faster.

Webster kicked off his boots before his weight dipped the bed as he moved to straddle your waist.

Though David Kenyon Webster was twice your size, you couldn’t help but love the pressure of his weight on top of you.

The robe you wore shifted exposing your bare shoulders to him. He smiled, a few more inches and you would be completely bare to him. Something he loved.

Loved.

Was there love between the two of you each night, he pondered, or was this just a distraction from the horrors of the war you both saw day in and day out.

Webster hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Well, at first it was just a distraction, there’s no denying that. It felt great just to be with another person after so long, he was desperate for relief and so were you.

But now? There was no way that this was nothing more than just a good time. But the inevitable was bound to happen, he’d have to go back to war. You weren’t ready for that, you wanted him to stay here with you for as long as he could. But you knew he was pushing it too far already. Four months away from the line.  

You wanted forever with him.

Webster’s eyes seemed to glow as he studied your face, then your neck and shoulders, down to your cleavage that was threatening to spill out of your robe. No words were exchanged in these few moments, you both were content in your silent conversations in your heads.

You tilted your head as you studied his features, trying to burn this memory into your brain. You looked at the way his hair curled over his forehead, it was thick and you loved running your hands through it. The way that he had parted his lips, something you noticed he always did, as they curled into the cutest smile you only ever dreamed of. He only wore his white undershirt and his Army green trousers. New ones luckily. You ripped his old ones to shreds long ago.

He just sat on you and stared. There was something on his mind. You were about to ask if he wanted to talk but his hands traveled up your sides to the bow that was at your hip keeping you modest.

With a gentle tug, the bow came undone and the material easily fell off your body. Webster’s fingertips ghosted over your bare stomach drawing mindless patterns. Your eyes closed in response, content exploding through your body.

Soft sighs left your mouth as his patterns drew closer to your chest. Honestly, you wanted nothing more than him for just to take you and forego the foreplay. Then again, you didn’t know how much longer you had with him and you wanted to remember his every touch, every kiss, every thrust. You needed to remember.

Your eyes fluttered open to look up at Webster. His eyes were blown and half-closed as he looked at you. You bit your lip and arched your back, your hands snaked over his and all the way up to his arms till you had two handfuls of his shirt. He watched as your fist tightened, something glistened in your eyes as you let your lip go.

“I want you, Web,” you breathed, breaking the veil of silence.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I want you, too.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Webster licked his lips and toyed with that question in his head. What was he waiting for?

“Can I not take my time? I want to remember this.”

“I’m not dying,” you tried to joke, “I’ll always be here for you.”

“Always?” He questioned, as his fingers traced the underside of your breast.

You gave him a genuine smile, “Of course, now would you stop teasing?”

Webster shook his head, “No.”

“I don’t like you.”

“That’s not true,” He cooed, his index finger circled around one of your nipples.

Your breath hitched, he was being an ass. You sighed and yanked him down. Webster was strong, had to be in the Airborne. He’s proven that time and time again, this time he didn’t protest. Ultimately, he let you drag him down to your face, your lips colliding together and melding like you two were meant for each other.

His lips parted, as his tongue dragged across your lips. It was a delightfully sinful. Your fists relaxed and you moved your hands up his chest to the nape of his neck. Gently, you pressed him closer to you, nipping and kissing at his pouty lips. The coolness of his dog tags laid between your breast that sent a shiver through your body.

You needed, wanted, more than just heated kissing. You traced the muscles on his back till you got to the edge of his shirt. Your hands sneaked under, your palms flat against his stomach. Web smirked against your lips, he pulled away to take a deep breath. Web sat back on his heels.

You licked your lips, your chest rising and falling. It was hard to breathe after a kiss like that.

He laughed at the look on your face. Your lips were swollen, your eyes half-lidded, it was cute. As he caught his breath, he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him without his shirt on, you always smiled like an idiot. It felt like your first time over and over again. The excitement of being with him, and the fear of getting caught. Though, those two emotions sometimes mixed together.

Web threw his shirt to the side and ducked back down for another kiss. He pressed himself hard against you, pushing you against the bed, his hands tangled in your hair. You moaned into Web’s mouth, and he swallowed the sound with ease.

“You need to stay quiet,” Web warned in between kisses.

“I can’t help it.”

He trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. One hand left your hair to cup your breast. How did he expect you to stay quiet when he’s doing...this?!

You went to undo his pants, his hand wrapped easily around both of your wrists.

“Eager,” he breathed into your ear.

“How could I not be? Come on, Web, I need you.”

Webster looked at your eyes. A big smile spread over his dumb, stupid, cute, face.

“Okay.”

In a second, he let go of your hands. Almost too frantically, you unbuttoned and zipped his pants down. Your hands cupped around his ass as you pushed them and his boxers down his legs.

Web nuzzled into your neck and laughed against your skin. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Nope.”

He sat up and rolled off you. A whine left your throat at the loss of contact. Web wanted to call you needy, but he just chuckled instead. He stood and rolled his pants off his body, leaving him fully naked. You perked up as you watched him fully undress.

Goddamn.

Web was never really self-conscious in front of you, the hunger in your eyes at this moment made him want to jump your bones sooner rather than later. You sat up on your knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. His hands rested on your shoulders underneath your robe.

As gentle as he could be he slid the bit of clothing off you. His hands ran down your back, tracing every part of you. You reached and tossed the robe off the bed, ready for what was going to happen next.

When his hands met the small of your back, he pulled you flush against him. The air left your lungs in surprise. You leaned your head against his shoulder and suppressed your laugh against his skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hands rested on your waist. He rubbed small circles with his thumbs as he tilted his head to look at you.

Webster licked his lips. You ran your hand through his hair, tugging on the strands lightly to elicit a groan from him. He closed his eyes for a second, as he basked at the moment. He dug his fingers into your skin. You gasped and he took that as an opportunity.  

He immediately started to attack your lips with his own. The force of his kiss almost knocked you back onto the bed, the grip on your hips stopped you. Web’s hands curved around your ass and kneaded into your skin, he stifled your moans with his mouth. The sounds were like music to his fucking ears. Web moved your legs to wrap around his waist as he pushed you back into the bed, his knees held him up. His erection dug into your thigh, so close to where he wanted to sheath himself into.

“God,” you groaned taking a second to let some air back into your lungs.

Webster smiled a devilish smile that sent a shock wave through your body. Your eyes scanned his face then to his chest that was covered in a blanket of hair all the way down to how close your bodies were slotted together. Both of you panted, staring at each other in a fog of lust.

You rolled your hips into him and a broken groan left his throat. He hung his head, eyes closed tight. You were close to just begging him to do something to you.

One of his hands moved in between you. You were absolutely soaking for him as his fingers ghosted your entrance. He curved his hand and stuck two fingers in you easily. It felt so good to have something suppressing the ache at your core. You threw your head back, trying to hold yourself together and keep your noises to a minimum.

Webster dipped his head peppered kisses along your clavicle as he started to finger fuck you. But you wanted more than just his fingers, you wanted all of him.

As soon as he started he stopped, and before you could protest you felt the head of his erection at your entrance.

Oh, fuck.

He trailed his kisses up your neck to your ear.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in the huskiest voice you ever heard.

You nodded your head, all too eagerly, “I’ve been ready.”

Webster shook his head, and let out a laugh. God, he would miss this.

No. He couldn’t think that now when he has the most beautiful soul under him right now. He needed to be in the moment, and not think about his future.

He took a deep breath and guided himself to your entrance as agonizingly slow as he could. He could feel yourself adjusting to him, your body has been accustomed to him before but it was always the first thrust that was the hardest.

After what felt like forever, his hips sat flush with yours his cock deep inside you. Your chest rose rapidly, your heart beating against your ribs. Your fingernails dug into the skin on his back as you rolled your hips again, so fucking desperate for some type of friction.

Webster gasped at the sensation and you had to hold back the laugh that bubbled in your throat. He shot a look at you, and he saw the smile on your face. You bit your lip as you saw how his lips were parted, his heated breath scattering across your skin.

That smile sparked his hips to move. He pulled his hips back just as slow as he entered and slammed back into you.

Fuck.

Then he did it again. Just as slow and just as fast. He was toying with you and you couldn’t muster up any words to protest, you just let him fuck you like he was. However he wanted, you didn’t care, as you were getting off just the same as him.

After a few more of the same thrust, he couldn’t take it anymore. He just wanted the pure experience, no more teasing. Webster’s hips dug hard into yours as he rammed you into the bed. Your back arched into his thrusts, and your head fell back. He couldn’t help himself as he sucked on your neck, leaving a large love bite that you would struggle to hide in the morning. You drug your nails down his back. You both left marks on each other, lost in the moment.

Both you and Webster were close, and you wanted it to come faster. You hooked and locked your feet around him, bringing his hips ever so closer to you. Your crossed ankles rested on the small of his back, slightly changing your angle making this feel so much more intense.

It was inevitable now. It didn’t matter who would come first, as long as you both did. You rolled your hips, again and again, in time with his thrusts. Both of your moans melted together in the room, fuck anyone who heard. You didn’t care. All you cared about was how full you felt.

Webster thrusted harder and harder, his hips slapping against yours. You knew you weren’t going to be able to walk that well in the morning. Your legs tightened against him involuntarily, keeping him as close as you possibly could.

With two more thrusts, you both came at the same time, high pitched moans echoed in your quarters. Your legs and hips were shaking as he came inside you. Fuck it. It felt good, and you honestly wouldn’t mind bearing his child if that meant he would try his best to survive the rest of the war.

What the fuck were you thinking?

You both sat, him still inside you, your legs still wrapped tight around him, in silence. Then after a second, you both burst into a fit of laughter. Web hid his face in your chest.

You slowly unlocked your ankles already feeling the burn in your thighs. As your feet planted on the bed, Webster pulled out of you, his cum spilling on your thighs.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“Don’t worry about it,” you whispered.

He shot you a look, “What happens if you get pregnant?”

Oh, we are going straight to that.

“I don’t know,” you were honest, “I guess you’ll just have to come back and find out.”

“You...want me to come back?” He asked.

Even with all his college education thus far, sometimes he could be so thick.

You sat up facing him. You grabbed both of his hands and held them in yours.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Webster’s mouth hung open, just like it always his, processing what you had just said.

Heat rose up to your face, “Uh...do you not feel the same? I don’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for. I just thought that-”

“Sh,” he interrupted, “I do. I do feel the same. I was afraid you weren’t.”

You scoffed, “How could I not feel something about you Web?”

He just looked at you and shrugged. You hated how cute he looked, how he did something so simple yet it gripped your heart.

You shook your head as you place a sweet kiss to his cheek and stood from the bed. You pushed the covers back and crawled into them as Webster just watched. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you lifted the edge of the blanket and invited him in.

Webster moved from the end of the bed and climbed in next to you. He laid on his back, his hands cradled the back of his head. You snuggled upon him, your head rested on his chest. You brought your hand up to circle his chest hair between your fingers. You absentmindedly drew patterns across his chest, just like he did to you before.

Ultimately, you both were content in your post-sex high, and just being with each other.

“So,” Webster stated, “You don’t mind having kids?”

You chuckled, which caused him to shiver. He brought his arm down to wrap around you, his hand rested on your shoulder.

“This is what you want to talk about?”

He shrugged, “It’s something.”

You mimicked his action. Letting the words hang in the air.

“To answer your question, no I don’t mind. I think after what I’ve seen, it’d be a good change of pace.”

Web couldn’t help the dumb grin that was on his face and the thought of little Webster’s running around the place.

It wasn’t a bad thought.

But he still had to go back and finish the war first. Dammit.

“Promise me,” you started, “Promise me you’ll come back alive.”

You knew it was stupid you make him promise something like that, but after these months you felt you couldn’t live without him. You didn’t just want him to come back you needed him to come back.

Webster could only imagine the thoughts that were running through your head at that promise. You both were thinking along those same lines.

He couldn’t live without you.