Miles Quaritch ~ Bad Day Comfort
You are a scientist on the ship who is in a new public relationship with Miles. You have spent the last year keeping it a secret, but now you are public you realise you can go to him in a time of need. When your day just keeps getting worse, so does your anxiety, resulting with you feet leading you towards the Marine side of the ship - Miles’ office.
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I know. I know I shouldn’t.
I just...almost need to. I need to see him and for him to tell me its all going to be okay. Its not like we are a secret anymore but it doesnt mean I can disturb him at work like this.
Just today. I never do this and I just want to feel a little better, even if its for 5 minutes.
I push down the handle, a loud swoosh sounding and I am able to finally lower my oxygen mask. I step inside and the door slams behind me, a jump passing through my body.
The officers inside raise their heads one by one at me, giving me a stink stare up and down.
Okay this makes me feel even better.
I gulp and feel my hands shake a little, trying to ignore everyones stare. I'm not bothering them in any way so whats the problem?
Lyle then spots me from the back, raising his hand gently and motioning me to come there. Thank god.
I speed walk around the array the couches and then the tables filled with people. Gosh there is alot of them.
I finally reach Lyle, exhaling deeply after holding my breath through those Marines. They scare the shit out of me, just like Miles once used to.
"You looking for the corporal?" He asks me with a small smirk.
Lyle has been great throughout me and Myles' relationship. He is the Miles' only real 'friend' per say who actually knows enough about him to say they are friends. The others like Zoe are more a surface level friendship.
Ever since Miles and I became exclusive, Lyle has been nothing but kind to me. Always smiling at me when he catches me around, making little jokes, chatting to me when he can. He is all in all a great guy.
"Yeah, is he busy?" I reply with shaking hands. My hands are so restless its a joke. I just need to somehow release this anxiety and the only vice I have is my man.
"Shouldn't be too busy. Even if he is, he would rather you get him out of it." He smirks while he pushes up from his chair using the arm rests. He swivels around and starts to walk in front of me, through a short corridor and towards the door at the end. He knocks three times and then opens without waiting for permission.
I dont follow immediately, for some reason now frozen in place. Im suddenly feeling shy and I dont know why.
"What." I hear Miles snaps at Lyle. Oh shit he seems busy and mad. I shouldnt have came.
"Your lady wants to see you." Lyle drops smugly and then walks out, passing by me with a raise of the eyebrows.
He is so annoying sometimes. It really isnt the time to joke considering how I am now scared Miles isnt going to want to see me.
I stay frozen in place, my heart now beating even faster than when everyone was staring at me. Miles is the only person I want to see but only if he isnt busy. I have never come over like this so I dont know if I am now crossing a boundary.
I hear his heavy footsteps getting closer, then his gorgeous big torso appearing in the doorway and pausing there. He has his eyebrows furrowed initially but when having a look at me, they drop and he softens a little.
He looks amazing, per usual. His hair is slick back and neat, eyes piercing and body bulging. He is wearing a tank top and those nice thigh hugging cargos.
Next thing he does is nod his head as a prompt to come towards him.
It melts my heart and the outer layer of my anxiety, my body slowly following in his direction. Once I am really close to him, I allow myself to fall into his huge arms. He catches me tightly, huge muscular arms wrapped around me.
Immediately my heart starts to settle in the comfort of his arms. So warm and reassuring. I feel like nothing can hurt me here or go wrong.
I am lifted off of the floor effortlessly, my legs realising their position and rising to wrap around his torso.
Miles exhales at my movement, something of relaxation and enjoyment.
Being in his arms like this is comforting but its also somehwere I can let go. That explains why my eyes water as I hide my face in his warm neck.
I can breathe freely again.
I feel him lower us down, then leaning back in what I assume is his chair. The leather lightly creaks as he shuffles a little deeper while my face remains covered in his neck.
"Bunny...whats going on?" His deep voice grumbles through me. It sets off sparks in my heart, everytime. His voice is everything to me, a reminder that he is there for me and around. Its so distinct.
I breathe in on his skin, his woody manly scent.
His hands that are resting on my ass then move, one up to my waist and the other behind my neck when he realises I am not answering. He pulls himself back and forces me to look at him by pushing me gently, his eyes tracking over my face speedily in concern.
"Tell me." He orders in his deep voice. Whenever Miles sees a trace of tears in my eyes, his soft side disappears and all he seems to want to do is fix things, whatever it takes.
"I just...everything is going wrong." My voice breaks mid sentence, my eyes immediately closing and embarrassed.
"What exactly hm? C'mon baby tell me whats making my little girl cry." Miles voice becomes softer, still deep and gruff but as caring as he can be. He knows how well I respond to being spoken to like this.
I sniffle and then grab his hand off of the back of my neck. I place it inbetween our bodies and start to fiddle with his thick fingers.
I love his hands, so big and rough compared to mine. I drown myself in his manliness and distract myself a little while I explain.
"I lost my sample...the one I worked really hard to get. It took me a month and then when I went to get it this morning, it was all shrivelled and dead. The oxygen messed it all up and its not usable anymore." I explain slowly in emotion. Im just so upset about it.
All my hard work gone. If I had only stored it appropriately. This wouldnt have happened! Ugh the regret is getting to me.
"Ah my baby girl, its okay. Daddy can get you another one. You just tell me where and how to get it and it will be in your lap tomorrow hm?" He lowers his head to catch my eyes, mine flicking up to him and ceasing the fiddling with his hand.
My eyes downturn at how sweet he is being and I wish I could accept his offer.
"I cant take advantage of you like that." I whisper and shake my head gently.
"Listen here, you can take advantage of me all you want, thats first of all. Second of all, you did all the hard work before so its fine if your old man wants to make things a little easier for you. I am doing this and thats final." He sternly lets me know. So bossy.
Miles is always like this. Sometimes I feel like if he could do my job for me he would, just to make my life easier. He hates to see me stressed and is willing to do anything to make sure I am not.
I have no choice but to nod, a sigh and tilt of my head falling out of me.
He smiles a little at my reaction to him and relaxes further into his chair, my body following him.
"Was that all that upset you? You told me everything went wrong." He tells me, recalling basically everything I say. This man will be the death of me.
It means alot from Miles because he treats no one else like this. A soft spot just for me.
I cant believe he notices the little things. Anyone who doesnt know him would never expect him to be such a good listener. Especially since he is the boss of everyone, you wouldnt think he listens to other peoples ideas. Not with us though.
So thoughtful and caring.
"It was just a few small other things." I mumble shyly.
I know he isnt going to drop this.
"Which were?" He asks me.
I sigh. I knew it. Let me just get this over with, I might feel better.
"I spilt coffee on my new top, my favourite hairband snapped and then..." I list off but then quieten down. I shake my head to myself, not letting myself continue.
Miles will go crazy. I'm going crazy.
"Then? You're gonna have to continue and be honest babygirl. Come on." He taps my ass gently.
"Its not a big deal Miles, lets just move on." I shuffle in his lap while I continue to to trace each line of his palm, leading up around his fingers and nails.
Suddenly, his hands close around mine, ceasing my movements and forcing me to make eye contact with him.
"If you don't start moving those lips right now, daddys gonna have to book out the rest of his day to find out so I suggest you speak up bunny." He tells me off sternly.
Out with it then!
I stop my fiddling and then raise my head to look at Miles face on. His face is contorted in concern and question at why i am being so secretive. I know he wont be mad but he will be disappointed and I hate that. But he will find out anyways so i might aswell just say it.
"I dropped the perfume you got me." I whisper in the quietest voice I can muster. His furrowed eyebrows dissapear and then drop down, in their now natural state.
I hold my breath while I wait for a reply.
"Baby...it had nothing left in it." He tells me slowly and cautiously, a little confused. He doesnt get it!
"It wasnt finished yet! It had like a weeks worth of sprays left and thats not the point! I wanted to keep that bottle." I bite my lip in irritation at myself. I dont even know how it happened.
Once second it was in my hand and the next it was all over my floor, glass and everything. It took me ages to get it clean.
"Oh my babygirl, you know daddy can get you another one right?" He tried to reassure me but it doesnt work.
"Its not going to be the same. You gave me that one, our first gift. It was so special and it probably cost you alot of money and time to get that all the way out here and I-"
"Sshhhhh bunny, just calm down for me and listen. I'm not upset or mad. I am glad you liked it that much but if its making you this upset I am almost doubting if I should get you another..." He strokes my hair as he speaks. My eyes widen at his words, mouth slightly dropping.
"No! No I want another one please I am not upset." I tilt my head in a begging manner and a small smile spreads across his face.
"Okay pretty girl. I can get you your perfume and the sample. No more tears." He practically demands, giving me no room to answer back. I sigh and then give in, my hands cradling his jaw and pulling it towards me.
I press my lips to him gently, aiming for a peck but in what world has a kiss been that short between us.
He grumbles at our contact and his hands return to my ass, pulling me closer to him. His tongue slips out and pulls me in even deeper, my bodys appreciation and passion pouring into him and he loves it. My hands slip to his short hair at the back of his neck, grazing the skin there.
He groans at my hand movement, my body expecting it because he loves it when I play with his hair even if he never admits it.
It makes me laugh thinking about it mid kiss, my lips having to part from his and continue my laugh.
His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at me, my cheekbones high and prominent with my lips red and with a slight sheen.
"You love me playing with your hair so much, why do you never just admit it." I tilt my head with a smile as my eyes squint at his expression.
"Dont be a little brat." He scoffs and looks away from me, looking at the side at his cabinet full of papers and a huge hologram on top.
I keep my smile at bay and instead bring my hands back to his neck again, gently stroking. Initially, his jaw clenches but the more I do that, the more I feel his chest deflates.
Oh Miles you softie.
A knock sounds at the door, my hand dropping and body completely jumping in shock.
Who the hell is that?!
"Who is it?" Miles bellows in a serious and loud tone, all tense and stiff.
"It's Lyle, Colonel...the meeting is starting soon, thought to remind y'all." He says from behind the wall, a little smirk audible through his tone at the end.
My cheeks go pink in embarrassment, Lyle probably thinking we are doing something else. If only he knew all I was doing was stroking Miles' hair.
That would probably be worse for Miles rather than having...yeah.
"I'll see you there." Miles reluctantly answers and then has to shut his eyes with a deep breath. He seems like he really doesnt want to go but I am sure its important.
I cant distract him for the whole day.
I have been selfish enough and taken him away from alot of his other work. I turn and look at the paper on his desk, only opened to half of the stack.
He was in the middle of something and still took the time to make sure I was okay.
"Seems my time is up." I say softly and shuffle off of his lap backwards to try slip off but his arm tense and hold me there.
"Miles..." I warn in a tone that is more teasing than anything.
"Fuck babygirl, all I want is to stay right here with your ass in my lap." He groans and its times like this where I forget he is 15 years older than me.
I smile and caress a hand over his face, babying him. I love this side of him.
"I know big guy, but duty calls. We can always see eachother after? What time are you off?" I trail my hand down and stroke it over his pec.
Jesus. So muscly.
"At 1800. You gonna be off by then?" He tilts his head at me. I smile at how he always uses 24 hour analog to communicate. Such marine behaviour.
"Yes babe. I will be off by then. Can you sleep over at mine tonight? I miss your big build in my sheets." I fiddle with the strap of his vest. He chuckles lowly and then gives me a sexy nod.
"If thats what you want, consider it done." He leans towards me with a low mumble, then placing his lips against mine. He kisses me again, nice and caring. His lips are magical and it-
knock knock
Miles seperates from me irritated.
"Fuckin' hell. C'mon baby, we gotta go but I will see you later okay?" He groans but then reassures me. I nod all happy and give him a final peck.
I shuffle off of him this time and stand up, adjusting my skirt. It had riden up a hell of a lot while in his lap, nothing surprising.
"No more tears okay?!" He gives me a stern look. I roll my eyes and smirk. He always knows how to make me feel better, to the point I have almost forgotten why I was really so upset in the first place.
"Yes sir." I elongate with a smiley tone, making my way to the door with a small skip in my step.
I know darn well how much the word 'sir' from my lips gets him riled up, my body expecting his attention later tonight.
For now? I need to clean my room.