#lovelorn reader

You stepped out of the back door of the David H. Koch theater of the Lincoln Center, sighing with relief. Your feet and legs ached after two performances that day and you were ready to go home and rest up for the next day’s performances. Ever since you had moved up to one of the principal dancer positions, your pay had almost doubled, but so had your workload. 

Pulling on your jacket, you pulled out your phone and saw your usual evening text from your long distance boyfriend, Gregor. Dance like you do through my dreams every night, Mesh’la ;). You smiled a bittersweet smile while you headed across the bandshell park toward the bus stop, the lights of the City that Never Sleeps illuminating the way. How long had it been since you had seen him in person? It had to have been Christmas. 

That was the life he had signed up for though. He was a Marine- CO of Foxtrot Company and instructor at Camp Lejeune. You both had known from the start that things wouldn’t be easy, but knowing it and living it were often two separate challenges.

“Now I know those aren’t tears in those pretty eyes of yours.”

The familiar, playful tone almost startled you and you looked up from your phone, seeing Gregor of all people leaned against the back of a bench, dressed in his perfectly pressed dress blues, a bouquet of your favorite flowers gripped in one hand. You closed the gap between them and pulled him down for a sweet kiss.

“I wasn’t expecting you ‘til next week,” you breathed once you had pulled away. 

His lips twisted into his charming, crooked smile. “Heh, didn’t think I’d leave the most beautiful girl in the world alone in the city during Fleet Week, did ya?”

“I guess not,” you laughed. “Two years tomorrow. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget? Your roommate was all over those SEAL Team 99  boys, but you didn’t look at anyone but me that whole night.” He held you close by the waist, unwilling to let go of you.

“If I recall, I wasn’t the only one with eyes fixated the whole night,” you replied, reaching up and straightening his hat. “You get all dressed up just for me?”

He winked at you. “We both know you’re a sucker for a man in a uniform,” he teased you and wrapped an arm around your waist.“Let’s get you home, Mesh’la, before I decide to take you right here and now.”

“Patience is a virtue, Captain,” you replied playfully.

He chuckled while guiding you toward the parking garage. He kept his hand wrapped around your waist the whole way. He opened the passenger side of his golden yellow Jeep Rubicon and lifted you up into the car, earning a giggle from you.

“You know, you’re the only one who I let do that off stage,” you teased. 

“I bet you can say that about a lot of things, Mesh’la,” he replied with a wink.

He got in the driver’s side and started the drive toward your apartment- he knew the way well after his visits the last two years. As he drove one of his hands came to rest on your thigh and  you closed your eyes with a contented sigh, holding onto the feeling of his warm hand on you.

“How did tonight go?” he asked.

“Pretty well. No incidents like we were having in rehearsals this season,” you replied.

It was your first season as a principal dancer and it was still nerve wracking to be the main focus on stage so often. A soloist had a few minutes of focus for one or two pieces. A principal had several pieces all to themselves or as the main focus.

“So no more getting dropped?” he asked.

“No. We are finally working well together,” you replied.

“Good.” The firmness of his voice betrayed his worry for you more than he’d ever admit outright.

Your male counterpart was a highly experienced dancer and you were extremely  lucky to have such a seasoned partner on the stage, but it had taken almost two months to develop the trust and chemistry needed to perform well. Being dropped by a man taller than Gregor was not fun. 

Pulling into the lot of your apartment, he stepped out and circled around. He opened the door and helped you down, kissing your hand as he set you on your feet. He grabbed his bag from the back while you went up ahead to unlock the apartment. 

As soon as you were through the door and into the living room of the two bedroom apartment, he had you in his arms again, pressing tender kisses to your cheeks, your lips, your jaw. Any exposed spot got a kiss.

“Not even,” you murmured between kisses, “gonna let me clean up?”

Not that you minded one bit. You had longed for this. To see him outside a video chat, to be in his strong arms again, to feel his lips against yours once more.

He chuckled, his hands traveling to your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Why bother? I’ll be getting you all dirty again in no time.”

“Let’s at least get to my bedroom. Don’t want my roommate coming back and getting an eyeful now do we?” 

He smirked and picked you up bridal style. Carrying you into the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind him and deposited you on your bed. You pulled him down on top of you and kissed him, your eyes falling closed for a moment, savoring the heat, the passion, the love you had missed so dearly. His kisses lit a fire in you--a fire you were content to allow to consume you for the night.

“If you don’t start taking off that uniform, you’re gonna have to buy a new one,” you whispered.

You didn’t wait for him to comply, instead fumbling with the belt and the golden buttons, trying to peel away the stiff wool that stood between you and your Captain. His hands caught yours and he pinned them above your head. 

“Patience is a virtue, Mesh’la,” he teased, keeping you pinned in place with one hand while the other took its sweet time unbuckling the belt then unbuttoning every single button.

This man was going to drive you insane. One button, two buttons. You struggled lightly against his grip on your hands and his grip tightened while he paused at the third button.

“You are insufferable,” you whined. “Insufferable and evil.”

He leaned down, nipping at the shell of your ear. “You’re the one who said be patient,” he purred. “So be patient or I’ll leave you wanting.”

You pouted a little, but settled in his grip and he finally finished removing his jacket. The white button up and tshirt beneath quickly followed it to the floor, leaving his muscular chest exposed. 

He leaned down, his figure dwarfing yours as he kissed his way down your neck and collarbone, pushing aside your jacket, untying your top, and relieving you of your bra as he went. Bit by bit he exposed your lithe figure, leaving a scorching trail of kisses in his wake. 

Your hands finally free of their prison, you wasted no time kicking off your shoes and aiding him in sliding off your fitted jeans and panties. He took a moment to admire the sight of you laid out before him, as awestruck by you as he was your first time. His eyes traveled from your flushed cheeks, over your perky breasts before lingering between your legs.

His hand ghosted down your figure. You groaned when he traced around your lips with a single finger. His feather light touch was going to drive you insane at this rate and by the mischievous glint in his eye that was exactly what he was going for. The wanton whine that escaped you just served to egg him on. He swiped a finger up your slit, just barely brushing your clit as he gathered some of your juices on his finger.

“Look at you,” he teased. “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re soaked.”

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, your eyes focusing on the taut fabric where his cock was straining against his dress pants.

“Can you blame me for missing you?” he asked. 

“Why don’t you show me just how much you missed me?”

Gregor didn’t need to be asked twice. He spread your legs wide and kissed his way along your thigh until he reached his prize. He ran his tongue up your folds then delved in, his tongue dipping into your entrance. 

Heat began to flood your body more and more each time his tongue delved into you and you buried your fingers in his clean-cut hair, trying to egg him on, desperate for more. His torturous tongue only served to amplify the ache. 

“Gregor, nnng fuck,” you groaned. 

“Yes, Mesh’la?” he purred. 

“Are you going to torture me like this all night?”

He chuckled, sending pleasant vibrations through your cunt. He feigned thinking about it, lazily swiping his tongue against your clit as he did. 

“That depends on how good you are for me, Mesh’la.” He immediately returned to his place between your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Aah! Jesus! And how do you…nnn define good?” you panted. 

The heat was beginning to rise in you. Your brain was going fuzzy and all you could bring yourself to think about was his mouth that was pushing you deeper and deeper into the fire he was setting in you. 

You glanced down at him and the look in his eyes as he slid two fingers inside you told you exactly what he wanted from you. No words needed. His fingers curled up, pressing on that sweet spot over and over. A cry tore from you as the heat of your first orgasm shot through your veins. Your Captain didn’t stop either, his tongue sweeping over your quaking bud, even as your vision filled with blinding light brighter than any spotlight you’d ever been under.

The roaring in your ears slowly died down and you blinked the last stars from your vision, your head still in the clouds when you felt his fingers and mouth pull away. A whimper escaped you at the loss.

“Heh, if you think we’re done, Mesh’la, you haven’t been paying attention.” His voice cut through the fog that had settled over your mind.

His shoes and dress pants had joined the rest of his uniform on the floor of your bedroom and his warm brown eyes met yours as he slid his boxers down and threw them aside as well. He settled between your legs. Your ankles found rest on his broad shoulders, toes curling in anticipation as he rubbed his leaking cock against your entrance.

“Gregorrr stop teasing me and take me already!” 

You whined and squirmed trying to get payback, but his hold on your legs left you little room to do anything more.

“You’re cute when you get all impatient,” he teased. “I think you’ve waited long enough though.”

He filled you slowly, his hands coming down and massaging your hips as you quivered at the sensation. He stretched you near to your limit- he always had. 

“Fuck,” you gasped.

“All right, Mesh’la?” he asked, pausing with his shaft buried inside you.

“Better than all right.” You nodded that he was okay to continue.

He started at a slow pace with you, taking his time. Each deliberate thrust sent a jolt of sensation through you. His every muscle was taut and even in the haze he was slowly pushing you into it was clear he was holding back on you, always gentle and always cautious.

“You’re not gonna break me, love,” you managed to gasp. 

He smiled and leaned down and braced his arm above your head, nearly folding you in half to capture your lips in an electrifying kiss. 

“Is that so?” he grunted as his hips snapped forward with more force earning a lewd moan from you. “Perhaps I want to take my time with you, Mesh’la. We’ve got all night.”

And take his time he did. His every thrust sent you deeper and deeper into that blissful haze that only he could send you into. He kissed anywhere he could reach, leaving trails of fire along your skin. 

The pressure that was building inside you felt like it would last forever yet explode at any moment. A coil waiting to spring open at the slightest provocation. 

“Right there, love,” you panted. “Just like that. Nnng… so close.”

You could feel his discipline waning as well, but he did as you asked, hitting that sweet spot in you in ways you had no way of reaching on your own. 

“That’s it Mesh’la, come for me.”

His hand on your hip moved between you and his thumb circled your clit. The pressure exploded in you. Your whole body tensed under him, your legs trembling and your vision going white. You were a mess of incoherent curses as the last of his discipline crumbled. 

He chased his own high letting you ride yours out on his pulsing cock until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He pulled himself from you, pumping himself once, twice. Hot ropes of his cum painted your flat stomach as he groaned your given name. It never sounded as sweet as then.

Catching his breath, he looked down at you, his crooked smile returning. “Worth the wait, Mesh’la?”

“Always worth the wait, Gregor,” you murmured, shifting to lie down fully and pulling him down onto you.

He wrapped you in his arms and buried his face in your neck. “I missed you,” he admitted quietly, running his hands up and down your back. 

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, pressing soft kisses to his shoulder. “I always miss you.”

“I’m sorry, Mesh’la. I understand if-” 

“Hush. None of that. No apologies. No sadness. We knew this wouldn’t be easy, but we have time now and we’re not wasting it on regrets,” you chided. “For this week we have all the time in the world. Let’s make the most of it.”