Mrs. Drake

Your ex shows up at your doorstep, again, and it is definitely a bad time, since your new boyfriend is here! Simon — Lieutenant in the TF141 – is in your kitchen, making instant noodle for you, despite him complaining about how the shit is bad for you.

"What are you doing here? We broke up from a long time ago." – You coldly respond.

"Baby, stop messing with me, I miss you, come home."

Seeing you didn't get back in for a while, Simon turn down the stove and walk to the door to check on you, "Darling, who's at the door?" Your ex's face drops almost immediately when he sees another man, so does Simon, his face stone cold.

"Are you kidding me, baby? Since when are you into old codgers?"

"Old codgers? Mate, what are you here for, bothering my darling?"

"And calling you names too? Are you insane, baby?"

Sensing the tense atmosphere, you instantly standing between them, trying to push Simon back inside, but all efforts are in vain – how could you possibly push him?

"Si, get inside, I can handle it... And you, stop calling me "baby", and stop coming to my place, I'm happily in a relationship now!"

"Happily in a relationship? Do you think I will give up so easily? I still love you, missing you like crazy, get back with me, I won't hold a grudge, I will treat you better!"

"Listen up, you bloody bastard, my darling needs a man to be a partner, not a boy learning how to be a man. Now fuck off, before I duff you up." – Simon, attempt to step out, but you stopped him with your whole body.

"Simon! You, stop coming by, we have nothing to do with each other, stop finding me, my partner and I are very annoyed!" – Without letting your ex, or Simon leap into action, you shut the door, muffled "Ba- Baby!!" could be heard, but you pay no mind.

Simon now, irritated, yet a bit concerned, "Darling, what was that?"

"My ex, I think you understand..."

"Oh I do understand well, but you never told me he still comes here to find you, still bothering you like that?"

Tongue-tied, you really did not tell him about that, "I..."

"Why didn't you tell me? You still love him, am I just a replacement?"

"It's not like that, let me explain-"

"Or you didn't think that I was important, didn't think that I could protect you? Let me tell you, I have enough power to bring his every, single, thing- crash down, you knew that. So, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Si, I do not love him, I did not want to hide it from you as well, I was just scared that you will fly off the handle... You know you are the most important man in my life." – His jealousy really was... making you feel things, what a bev.

Simon, crossing his arms, that irritated appearance really terrified other people, but you are not "other people", you are his partner.

"Tosser, if this happens one more time, you are letting me handle him, stepping back and not a word. And if you hide anything from me once again, you- are going to regret it. Understood?"

"Loud and clear, beloved, I promise I won't hide anything from now on." – You scurry over, embrace him in a hug, who is currently sulking and not even uncross his arms.

Simon Riley, your partner, is indeed, a very jealous man.

It is not that you dislike him, quite the opposite. You always visit your dearest brother, want to spend time with him and all. Yet sometimes he can be a wee annoying, and yesterday, he drove you crazy.

Normally you just ignore him until he chases after you to apologize, but it has been a day and few hours, dead silence. He wants to be petty? Fine, let's show him how petty another MacTavish is.

Simon Riley, your target of revenge, his lieutenant, his best buddy after you, but apparently not today. You met Simon on one of the trip, with a dramatic introduction by your brother of course, but his personality is a complete opposite from Johnny.

After many efforts to lure him over, now Simon is on your bed, in Johnny's house, with you trapping him under. He could have broken free from you, but for some reason, he stayed.

"Baby MacTavish, what are you doing? Are ya trying to get me killed?"

"LT, I have no one to talk to, certainly not Johnny, he is not even home."

Simon, as observed as ever, "What happened, did he set you off again? Don't mind him, you know how he is."

"He is an arsehole, he went out and just leave me here alone, no apologizes, not even a message! Am I in the wrong here, am I petty, huh?"

Despite your aggressive words, you still snuggle into Simon, as if trying to get him to agree with you "payback", and how could he has the heart to be against you?

"You can be petty alright, but fine by me, I can take it. And I'm not doing this out of the good of my heart, just so you know."

With that calm expression, but now much closer to your face; in fact, he is kissing your temple dotingly.

"I have been missing you since your second visit, missed you a lot for just an acquaintance. And even if you just used me out of spite, I would gladly comply, just tell me to stop if you reconsider."

"If not, then might as well call me Simon tonight."

———————

As the night falls and the birthday gathering comes to an end, in their bedroom, with balloons still lying on the floor, the dim light with soft bed, that is when Simon gets to 'celebrate' with you properly.

"My wifey is so gorgeous today, hm? Even prettier from this view." — he spats out, muffled since he was between your thighs. He specifically said he would took care of everything, and that include you.

"Simon... you don't get to tease me like this in my birthday..."

"Oh yeah? Sorry love, your birthday, your rule. Tell me what to do, wifey." — He gets pulled away by his hair, tongue still sticking out, making the scene even messier.

He gently pry your hand away from his hair, moving upward to press his wet lips against your pulse while his hand conveniently placed your trembling leg on his shoulder. He bites, he nips, until your neck appears all the intimate marks.

"Is this enough, or do you still want your birthday gift to delay, darling?"

"Get to the main meal, please."

"As you command, ma'am."

Simon tightens his hold on your leg as he slowly enters his throbbing cock into you, as you whimper incoherently; despite you fucking each other more than enough everytime Simon ready for a deployment and when he returns, you still cannot take him all in once.

"Is this good enough for you, baby? Do I need to go slower?"

"No- ugh...! Just- keep going, Simon..."

This is completely unfair, he cannot be this caring, thoughtful when all he doing right now is fucking you stupid. As his movement picks up its pace, he starts kissing your face lovingly while his rock-hard cock is still going in-and-out, driving your entrance insane.

"Baby, can you feel it? Your needy hole just want to devour me whole, yeah?"

He stops by your cheek, and a sudden pain was delivered, send it straight to your dripping core. You let out a breathless yelp, while Simon just chuckles quietly in his throat, the damn gruffness just makes it worse for your hazy state.

"Simon- Simon... I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to- hngh..~! Slower..!"

"Tell me, where do my lovely wife want me to come?"

"Straight into my womb, give me everything you have, I- I will take it all, every single drop..!"

"Sure, let's give you a little birthday present, yeah?" — he presses hard on your lower abdomen, while attentively handles your breast with extreme care, but his mouth is not so gentle on your neck.

Your legs tremble violently, your back arches as a sweet cry from the heavenly release he gave you, on the other hand, Simon fastens his pace despite your desperate pleading, your sensitivity now is just a fuel for his relentless desire.

With a final thrust, he fills your womb with a decent amount of cum, he looks into your teary eyes as he pulls out, along with his sticky mess. Lean down to kiss you on the lips, so tenderly you almost forget how he was fucking you stupid.

"Simon... I love you..."

"I love you more, happy birthday, my little darling."

And as a teammate, a friend you might say, Simon and the Task Force decided to congratulate him with a small gathering. After all, the man deserves his own wee family, and maybe Simon gets to be the responsible uncle later, too.

It's just that, he never thought what it would be like to create a family, with you specifically. He always has a feeling that he might fuck it up somehow, and that you are already his biggest exception.

But just maybe, maybe he could tolerate another exception, and he could take good care of it, if that is with you by his side?

The thought gnawed on his mind for the rest of the gathering with the team, and even on the way home. You, as perceptive as ever, sensing his unusual demeanor.

"Beloved, everything okay?"

"Positive, love." — his voice gruff, a bit too tense for 'positive'.

"Mhm... Anything you want to tell me?"

The silence in the car continues for a few minutes, almost too loud. What is happening with Simon today? He is a straightforward person, but not today, acting all strange and hesitant.

"Maybe I do, maybe I want to tell you a lot of things, things that I have never said before."

He didn't wait for you to reply, instead just continued as if scared the moment would pass, and he could never bring it up again.

"Y'know, love, I'm happy for Johnny, he will become a family man one day, and for once, I think about it seriously."

"Love, do you think I could be a father one day? Do you see yourself ending up having a family with me? I don't promise I will be the perfect father, you knew who I was."

"But I do want to try, having not just you to come home to, but a little Riley waiting for me too. But of course, the choice is yours, and no matter what you choose, I will always love you."

Now that was odd, Simon was never really the type of person who missed his ex after a breakup, but you?

Well, your love was quick and passionate to say the least, you gave him the type of love that he thought he could never find. For once he actually got hope, hope that love still exists, hope in you, specifically.

But as a Lieutenant, he has bigger problems to worry about, problems that he has dedicated himself to, even more important than you. So eventually, you both come to an end with a simple text, not even a face-to-face conversation since he is so far away.

"Let's just be friends, Simon."

"And, don't feel hard to talk or like, friends, you know?"

Liar.

How can he go back to being friends with someone he loves?

How can he just talk to you, when you don't even respond to his messages anymore?

Was that supposed to be good for both of you?

Was he supposed to hold you back, and close?

He doesn't know anymore.

Simon thought he could get over it quickly, just like how he was with everything, it worked every time, but why not this time?

Why did he miss you when he stayed up late doing work?

Why did he keep checking his phone in his free time, hoping for a certain message from a certain someone, just to be silently disappointed every single time?

Why is his name still on your bio? Delete it already.

But did he really want you to delete it anyway?

He deleted every trace of you two, photos, screenshots.

But not your texts, he couldn't bring himself to do it, how odd.

And it becomes a routine, he keeps stalking your social media just to see that you are actually kind of moved on? He keeps sending you a text every single free time he gets, even though he knows you will just read it without a response.

Until today.

"Baby, am I bothering you with my texts?"

Guess you were feeling generous today, or you were simply just sick of him, but you did reply, his heart almost jumped out when the text bubbles appeared.

"I'm not that petty, we have nothing to do with each other anymore, anyway."

Ouch.

"Do we really have no chance again?"

Gosh, type faster please, don't make him feel those weird feelings in his stomach.

"Simon, you want us to be miserable again?"

"I'm doing both of us a favour."

"But it's still miserable, at least for me."

"Even worse without you here."

"Do you really miss me, or just miss the woman from your memories?

He wasn't expecting that.

It is not like you mind, you like spending time with your lover, well who doesn't? Especially when he is in the military, and that makes him super busy. Now he is driving you home, and apparently, he was hoping that the way back would be so far away, and the red light would just be on all the streets.

Passing the city theater, he just randomly gets you a tea and it tastes exactly like the tea you drank when you first started dating. You were just rambling mindlessly the whole way when suddenly Simon asked you something.

"You hungry? We can go to Chinatown and find whatever you fancy." And without waiting for an answer, he just drove there.

After the food, he just continued to drive you around, park his car and go to random places with your hand in his while nonstop saying that they still have time. He can even hear your heartbeat with you beside him, he has been going around the town with you, and yet, it still feels like the first time!

And when it is nearly back to your place, but neither of you wants to leave yet, there are so many things you want to say but maybe next time — because he drove almost around the city and half of the rural areas! The car finally stopped, but the problem is, you two already passed your place.

"Simon, I thought you were gonna drive me home?"

"Yeah, my home."

"Simon is welcome in this conversation."

"No thanks."

Gosh, this man really went out of his way for this — and who knows if he is even blushing under that mask?! That would be ridiculous.

"Are you going to answer, or will I have to wait?"

"Calm down Lieutenant, give me time to think!"

"Time matters, people get killed on the field even in a second."

It is hard to think under his presence, and now even the air is pressuring you to give him the answer. You finally snapped.

"Okay, whatever, we can try to be partners!"

"Brilliant, now let's get back inside."

Just that? Is he serious now? But his body language somehow feels... odd, more stiff, and walking even seems hard now.

"Lieutenant- I mean, partner, do you want to just, go back to our barracks instead?"

"Sure, let's go."

The walk back to your barracks feels even longer than usual, the silence, the awkwardness, the steps are the only source of sound, nice job there. Finally reached your barracks, is this over yet?

"So, goodnight to you, I'm heading back now."

"You too, nighty night."

Crash down on your rock-hard mattress, the party, the event, the question, everything just hits you at the same time. You accepted, but what if he was just drunk? Oh screw it, if he forgets it in the morning then it's it, you will never say anything about that.

0530, your phone is blowing up, who the hell texts you at this unholy hour?! Groggily grab your phone, you open it just to see the message from "Lieutenant Riley".

"Get ready partner, we will grab some breakfast together."

The barracks party this year is surely a lot more crowded than last year, with guys wrestling each other surrounded by soldiers laughing and encouraging.

Simon, standing with his teammates, drinking fast while talking casually, no hint of tipsiness just yet. His eyes dart to you multiple times, standing so close, yet so far. What are you chatting about with those nurses, and what got you laughing so much?

After drinking himself into a state he rarely reaches, Simon blends into the crowd without his mates knowing. And how conveniently you were at the sweet table, contemplating what to choose.

"Hey, you got a minute? Let's get outta here." — He grabs your hand and pulls you out before you could even process; and for a moment, you thought you were in trouble, he is too calm, too casual for a drunk person.

"So, is there anything wrong..?"

"Nothing wrong, just... I need to talk to you about something."

"I want to be your partner."

"I beg your pardon?"

Partner? What on Earth is he even talking about? You both could get in trouble, a big one even!

"Was I not clear enough? Partners in the romantic relationship, and it has to be a secret."

"But I swear I won't claim that I'm single."

In the heat of the moment, if it wasn't because of the alcoholic smell, that sincere look in his eyes could have made you think he was sober.

A medical officer and a soldier, living in a base where it's all busy in the morning and coldly silent when the night comes, people tend to be vulnerable. Those "professional" touches, those shared cigarettes were hidden from the higher-ups, and seemingly the hard lieutenant can also treat someone with such gentleness.

Love in the military is not the same as outside; it goes quickly and gnawing since most of the time people are busy doing work. No promises, no future, just a squeeze of the hand in the late night is already comforting enough.

Your relationship with Simon started from a starvation, not for food, but for warmth, and the secrecy just makes you two crave each other even more. It might sound crude, but in the place where emotions and feelings are pent-up, loving someone is a way to hold back some humanity.

"Simon, you should go back to sleep, you will get tired when you wake up."

"Just another minute."

And that is when he met you, his dawn.

You were the warm sunlight, you were the soothing winds, you were winter, spring, summer, autumn — of his life.

Were.

Life is always moving forward, so are people. He doesn't have you next to him anymore, he just gives people a disapproving look when they mention you and him, after all, who wants to stay in the memories that already cracked in half?

"It's really over."

It is really over?

"You should go home, Simon."

"You just love the way I treat you, not who I am, dear."

"But okay, we can be partners if you insist, just don't blame me if we don't last long."

And that's how you and he stepped into a relationship together. Everything feels odd for him, he was scared, unsure, but he has been trying — trying to trust you, trying to love you with all his heart, trying to give you all the gentleness, and trying to figure out if you really did love him despite his past, who he was from the start, not just how he treated you.

Apparently you did love him, Simon or Ghost.

Late night, on your shared bed, after a rough drinking session with his mates, now he gets to hold you in his arms again, how comfortable. The moment mixed with the alcohol makes it almost natural for he to just confide in you.

"Love, before knowing you, I didn't believe love existed, you knew how my childhood was, but I trust you completely."

"And I'm so grateful I trusted you."

"Hey beloved Simon, I want to eat something."

"Hey hubby, I-"

"Yes, yes I know dear, just wait..." — Simon sighs helplessly, putting down your little princess from his lap and walks into the kitchen to make you something. Your daughter turns to look at you, widen eyes full of curiosity.

"Hm, are you having a question about something, sweetie?"

"Uhm, no Mummy..."

The rest of the night goes just like usual, but suddenly tonight your daughter wants to sleep in your bed instead, and you two eventually give in with the preschooler's rapid pleas. When you just finish kissing goodnight, a young, high-pitched voice speaks up under the blanket.

"Hey hubby, I want ice cream tomorrow!"

"Hey beloved Simon, I also want chocolate!" — And with that, Simon just snatches the blanket up, reveals a sheepish little girl with you giggling next to her.

"Don't call me that, sweetheart, that's only for your Mummy to call..."

"And yes, I will buy you ice cream and chocolate tomorrow. Now go to sleep."

"Shush, I'm trying here."

Your scream echoes all over the ice rink, with Simon struggling to keep balance on the ice with those bloody shoes. Why the hell would you even nag him to go with you if neither of you knows how to ice skate?

And, you were not even the one that trying to stand up and push a person on a damn seal! The thing that helps beginners to balance and also for another person to sit on it, and now he is trying to push you around while trying not to fall his ass down on the cold ice.

"Move slower, dear. You don't want me to fall, do you?"

"Or even better, stand up with me."

Holding your wide-eyed, curious middle one's hand on the left side while holding Simon's on the right side, lucky for you, the aisle is big enough, otherwise you would get a hell of complaints already. The youngest is sitting on the trolley, looking clueless, with your husband pushing it around, and you catch a glimpse of your beloved Simon smiling at the lass so gently, what a scene.

Ahead of you all is your oldest. He's always so energetic, always curious when going outside, even if you have been going to the same place a hundred times already. And sometimes, he gets a bit too restless, resulting in Simon's alertness popping up involuntarily.

"Daddy, look! My favourite sweet!" — He points to the Dairy Milk bars excitedly, clearly waiting for Simon to spoil him rotten like always.

"You got it, Moppet, but not too much, cavity won't leave you out." — He pushes the trolley forward for the lad to fill it up with sweets. Then turn to you lovingly.

"You want any, love? Or just forget it, hey little one, take everything on the shelves for Mummy!"

"Hey, you mind helping me look at this? Bloody itchy."

"Can't you see I'm busy here, Lt? How about I get you someone else?"

"No, you did it so might as well take responsibility."

But in the moment, do you care enough to leave your current soldier to run and check on him? As soon as you called another medic, he swore under his breath, and suddenly wondered if the itchiness was actually because of the wound,

Or if it was just because he wanted to see you.