Contains: Mutual Attraction, Unprotected Sex, Cuddling, There was only one bed...and some other things. Nothing too out there.
Word count: Over 8900
It was only supposed a day mission. You and Aramis were supposed to head out of Paris and get some intel on an incoming visitor. Get the intel and return to Paris. But things didn’t play out
Things had taken far longer than you and Aramis had anticipated, which meant the two of you started the return trip later than you would have liked. So much later you wondered if the two of you would make it back to Paris that night.
The first few hours had not been so bad, but as the sun went down, all the warmth vanished and soon, you were freezing cold. You wrapped yourself up in your cloak as tightly as you could, but even with that and your leather gloves, it still was not enough.
The cold managed to pierce through all the layers of your uniform down to the bone and made the ride a miserable one. Not helping were the distant sounds of thunder, warning you that at any moment things could become even more miserable.
You kept your complaints to yourself, but Aramis had noted how much quieter you had become during the ride. He knew you got cold rather easily and instantly had offered to double up on your horse and wrap you in his cloak. The idea was very tempting, but you were not about to deprive him of warmth.
If it had been Aramis alone on the assignment, he would have simply continued, but seeing how miserable you were, despite your claims that you were not, he decided that once the two of you reached the next town, he would seek out shelter.
After what seemed like an eternity, the two of you came upon a small village just off the main road. Spotting a sign for a tavern called The Blackbird, you and Aramis road up to it and tied the horses outside to a nearby post.
Stepping inside, you saw that it was a rather well-kept inn, decorated in dark woods and colors. There were at least a handful of travelers sitting about drinking and laughing, so it was a least a friendly place on the surface.
While Aramis went to speak to the innkeeper, a rotund, bearded man, you wandered over to the large stone hearth, where thankfully a large crackling fire burned bright. Grateful for the chance to warm up, you pulled off your leather gloves and placed your hands over the flames. You sighed deeply as you felt the feeling slowly return to your fingers and felt the warmth spread through you, making you feel human again.
A few moments later, Aramis joined you at the hearth. He removed his own gloves and placed his own hands over the flames, looking a tad nervous.
“What did the innkeeper say?” You asked, hoping for good news.
“Well…They’ve only one room left.”
“Just the one?” You asked nervously
“Yes, but the innkeeper said it sleeps two. And we can have it as soon as we finish dinner. That is if..you don’t want to..” Aramis said, his voice trailing off a bit.
“No. It’s okay. It’s best if we stay. Besides, we could try elsewhere, and end left sleeping out in the cold. We can make do tonight.” You said lightly, hoping your own nervousness wouldn’t show in your tone.
Anytime the Musketeers went out on assignment overnight, lodgings sometimes consisted of anything from the local monastery, the local stables or just a campsite off the main road. With how the weather was taking a turn for the worst, you would have slept anywhere that had a roof over it.
Once warm enough, the two of you left the hearth and found a small table where the two of you partook of some of the house stew and some bread. What was in the stew was unknown, but it tasted good accompanied by the bread and house ale and after a long day of riding in the cold, it was perfect.
Aramis did most of the talking while the two of you ate, which suited you fine. His smooth, playful voice was always a pleasure to listen to, sometimes a bit too pleasurable. Making it more so was that smile of his, the one that always lit up the room and never failed to cheer you up.
But though his company was enjoyable, there was a bit of tension building inside your chest. The knowledge that the two of you would be sharing a room tonight was equally thrilling and nerve wracking and already your mind was swarming with possibilities.
You suddenly wished the other Musketeers were present, if only to make it less daunting, but even if they were there, they would be doing everything in their power to get you to confess your feelings for Aramis.
Those feelings had been there ever since the day you walked into the Musketeer’s garrison, demanding a chance to earn the uniform, you would never forget that he was responsible for making your dream happen.
So many laughed and told you that as a woman, you would never earn the chance to wear the uniform, but you were not about to let that stop you from trying. Every chance you got, you practiced the drills that you had witnessed and once you felt ready, you decided to go for it.
Most of them had done little but laugh as you, a mere woman walking into the garrison armed with nothing but a chipped rapier. Having heard of the Musketeers growing up, all you wanted to do was join their ranks. You even managed to sneak on to the roof of the garrison and watch them train.
But Aramis though did not laugh with the others. He strolled up to you with those dark eyes, that dark wavy hair and neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, smiling with that devil may care smile and asked you to show him what you could do.
Recalling all the moves you had learned from watching them, even though he bested you, you managed to impress him enough that he offered to train you himself, which he did when he wasn’t busy on assignments. His friends Athos, Porthos and D’artagnan would always gather and watch the two of you train with great curiosity and after a time, would step in to help teach you new tricks. Soon enough, you were just as good as them if not better, and you were one of them.
Your tenacity had eventually won over the others and even though it had taken Captain Treville pulling a few favors, managed to have you brought into the garrison. Aramis even took you out to his favorite tavern to celebrate, bringing along Athos, Porthos and D’artagnan for what turned out to be such a large celebration that even months later, people of Paris still gossiped about it. All of you were close, closer than most realized.
But things began to change over time. Even though things were friendly between you and the quartet, familial even, things between you and Aramis had always been somewhat different. There had always been something brewing just beneath the surface, even more so when the two of you were alone together. You could have sworn that when alone, he would become even more flirty and gentle with you.
You told yourself time and time again that the two of you were simply friends, that he was too much of a lover to others to ever want to settle for just one woman, let alone you. But that didn’t stop your heart from wanting to burst every time it was just the two of you, every time he went out of his way to make you smile even when you didn’t feel like it. The man could get under your skin in ways that no one else could ever hope to. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
No sooner had the two of you finished your dinner and two tankards of ale apiece, the innkeeper informed the two of you that the room was ready for you upstairs and down the hall. Though glad to hear it, it also meant that the moment of truth was there. Could you really rest knowing that the man who had stolen your heart would be sleeping in the same room with you and only you?
Aramis followed close behind as you walked up the old wooden steps. You wondered what it would look like and if you would be able to perhaps partition off a sleeping area for you. That would go a long way towards making things less tense.
Opening the door, you looked in and what you saw made your heart drop into your stomach. It was something both horrifying and exciting and it was going to make the night long and complicated.
The two of you stood in silence for a moment as you processed what was happing, not looking at each other, too scared to speak what the two of you were thinking.
“There is only one bed…” You murmured just loud enough for Aramis to hear.
“Well, the innkeeper did say it was big enough for two people..” Aramis replied lightly, rubbing a hand over his face, as much in shock as you were.
“Did he mean the room or the bed?” You asked, your voice slightly cracking.
“Both?”
Regardless of the innkeepers meaning, both parts were true. The room was in fact large enough for two, complete with a sitting area near a fireplace, sleeping area and lit with several candles spread throughout the room.
The bed looked to be made of oak with four posters, placed in the far corner and was covered in dark green blankets with matching drapery and could certainly fit more than one person.
“Are we sure this is the right room?” You asked, not sure what you hoped for more: that it was or that it was not.
“That it is.” The innkeeper answered behind you as he walked past, linens in hand. “Best one in fact.” He winked at the two of you as he went back down the stairs.
Sighing deeply, you rubbed your eyes as you tried to process it all. This was the last thing you needed after a stressful assignment and hours spent riding in the cold.
A large crack of thunder sent the whole building shaking. You could hear several loud bangs below; the noise had startled several other patrons and had apparently knocked things over. Seconds later, you could hear a torrential downpour hit the roof.
You considered your options. The two of you had shared a room before, but in previous times, it had been whatever quarters had been large enough for you, Aramis, and the other Musketeers.
Trust was not the issue either. You trusted Aramis with your life, and you had always known him to be a gentleman towards you, but your romantic feelings were brewing beneath the surface, and you worried you wouldn’t be able to keep them to yourself in such an intimate setting.
“I can stay with the horses…” Aramis started to offer, seeing the growing look of panic on your face. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.
“No!” You said a bit more forcefully than you intended. Aramis quickly noted the change in tone and wondered where your thoughts lay. Having him sleep in the stables would make things easier in a way but they would not be fair in your eyes.
“I mean, there is no reason for that. The room is big enough for the both of us. And I won’t have you sleeping in the cold and wet. Let’s get settled in.” You said, hardly daring to look him in the eye. Wanting to get the night over with, you walked into the room and set your things down.
“Lady gets the bed.” Aramis said as he placed his own belongings near the hearth. Instantly he saw that the fire was starting to get low and put another log on, stoking it to help warm up the room.
Sensing your nerves and wanting to give you a bit of privacy he quickly said, “I’ll see to the horses.” With a slight smile, he walked out and shut the door. As soon as he did, not knowing how long he would be, you set about getting undressed. You wished you could send for a bath, but with it being so late, the innkeeper might not be willing to send one up.
After stripping down to your undergarments and putting your clothes in a neat pile on a chair, you spotted a washstand near the bed. Pouring some water in the bowl, you gave yourself a quick sponging off and once done, disposed of the water out the window, where it quickly mixed with the evening downpour.
You then undid your hair for the night and climbed into the large bed, quickly pulling the covers up to your chin. Though comfortable, it was cold and made you wish you had something or someone to make it warmer.
Aramis took his time seeing to the horses. After learning that there were stables just down the street from the tavern, he maneuvered your mount and his carefully through the downpour. The stables in the small village were well kept and spacious, and with a local boy staying there all night to keep watch and to help them stay calm, Aramis knew they would be fine, even with the weather.
Once he felt enough time had passed, he braved the short walk in the rain back to the tavern, taking a few moments to shake the rain off his outer layers.
After asking the innkeeper for a few extra blankets and paying a couple extra sous a piece, he headed back upstairs, his heart racing at what he might walk into. To be safe, he knocked on the door with six quick raps, one for each word of the Musketeer motto “One for all, All for One.”, to let you know it was him.
“Enter.”
Walking in, Aramis found himself momentarily speechless at the vision of you laying on the bed, your hair loosened, curled up, the light of the candles near you making your skin glow softly. Despite having slept in the same room as you before, he had never seen you in such an intimate setting and even though he had been in such a situation before, he couldn’t help but feel just as nervous as you.
“Are the horses settled? “You asked.
“The horses…oh, they are.” Aramis said, hoping you would not notice that he was now nervous as well. “I’d best get settled myself. “
Aramis walked over to the hearth where he placed the two blankets from the innkeeper on the floor, making his own makeshift bed. He kept his glance away from you as he started to strip off his weaponry, placing it in a nearby pile in case he needed it. He feared that if he did not keep his eyes off you, he would do something foolish, like let his thoughts about you slip out. Carefully he peeled away the wet layers along with his ever-present grey hat and placed them as close to the fire as he could, hoping they would be dry by the morning.
You knew you should have turned away the second he started to undress, for many reasons. While Aramis did his best to not meet your gaze, you were having a hard time keeping yours away. From your view on the bed, you could see clearly as he started to undo all the laces on his tunic and trousers. He quickly removed the tunic and then his undershirt setting it down near him.
It was not the first time you had seen him without it, but it always felt like the first time you did, the day you had accidently cut him during a sparring match. You felt awful about it, and offered to help stich him up, even though you had not done so before.
It was hard to hide the blushing of your cheeks as Aramis talked you through it, with his usual smooth tone that felt like a caress. It was a miracle that you managed it, but you did. That day you learned two things, how to suture a wound, and that your feelings for him had gone passed friendship.
When Aramis unlaced his trousers and started to remove them, you instantly remembered yourself and shut your eyes, even turning your body away from him. You could guess that underneath he would have his own undergarments on, but to you, he was practically naked.
It was then that Aramis remembered that you were still in the room too. Quickly embarrassed, he looked behind and saw that you were turned away from him, facing the window. Seeing that you were distracted or asleep, he quickly finished, blew out the candles nearby and laid down on his own makeshift bed, pulling the blanket over himself.
Though warm next to the fire, not to mention worn out, Aramis suspected he might be in for a long night. Knowing you were on the bed was filling him with all sorts of thoughts, thoughts that could spill over into his sleep. He did not know what he wanted more now, sleep, or to be next to you. He would have preferred both and he was not alone.
Just close your eyes and try to sleep. You told yourself as you blew out the candle on the table. Tomorrow will come soon enough.
Several hours passed in relative silence for the two of you. But it did not mean it was peaceful. Despite the comfort of the bed itself, the sheets and the blanket seemed to not be enough to keep you warm. Making it worse was the storm raging on outside, that every time you got to where you could relax, a loud crack of thunder would jolt you awake, seemingly never ending.
Aramis fared little better. Despite being near the hearth sleep was hard to come by for him, though not for lack of trying. He could sense by the sound of your movements that you were not sleeping well either. He knew such relentless thunder was keeping you awake, and he wished he could make it vanish. But his pull with God was not great and so the two of you would have to suffer through.
Aramis turned to his right side and caught a glimpse of the lighting flashing outside. Even with the curtains hanging over the window, it was bright enough to light up the room.
Aramis looked over to you. He saw that you were curled up in a ball, seemingly trying to summon more warmth. It appeared that even with the blankets and the fire, you were still cold and miserable.
Knowing the innkeeper would be asleep by now and knowing he would be fine without it, Aramis picked up his own blanket and got up. As quietly as he could, he crept over to you and gently, almost reverently, placed the thick blanket over you, hoping that it would help to warm you. Once that was done, he walked back over to the hearth and placed another log on the fire and stoked the flames to help keep himself warm.
Even in your semi lucid state, you could feel the blanket being placed on you. The familiar leather scent, the one that always reminded you of Aramis, filled your nostrils, and instantly helped to sooth you. It was so pleasant that for a moment you wondered if you were imagining it, but the sounds of the wood floor creaking told you it was not.
Opening your eyes, you saw that Aramis’s blanket was now covering you and that the sounds were coming from him tending to the fire.
This was not the first time that you had woken up to find a blanket or a cloak placed on you by him. As sweet as the gesture was, you hated that it meant he would go without it the rest of the night. The idea of him having to sleep even closer to the hearth did not sit well with you, as was the idea that he wasn’t sleeping well.
There was a way to settle things on all counts, but it meant having him closer to you in a way that both thrilled you and made you nervous. You could make the offer and he could refuse and that would be the end of it. But what if he did not refuse. What then?
“Aramis?”
Hearing you call for him nearly made Aramis jump. Looking behind him towards the bed, he was surprised to see you not only awake, but sitting up.
“Will you come join me?” You asked, your voice soft, yet cracking with nervousness.
Those five words shocked Aramis in way he never thought possible. Five words he always hoped to hear from you, but never expected to. He wondered for a moment if perhaps he was dreaming, but as he turned to face you and saw you propped up and looking at him, he was not so sure that he was not dreaming.
“Are you sure Milady?” He asked, a bit of nervousness creeping into his voice. Hearing him call you that made you melt inside, as it always did. You did not feel sure but after taking a deep breath, you grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it back, revealing a spot just for him, patting it for emphasis.
It took every ounce of restraint for Aramis to not run and jump into the bed, but he managed it. Barely. Once he was in, you pulled the covers up for both of you. Instantly the bed was so much warmer, so much so that you wanted to move closer to him so that you might have more of it.
“Is that better?”
“Much better.” He purred as took it all in. Compared to his place by the hearth, this simple oak bed felt like the finest in all of France. The fact that you were next to him made it even more heavenly. So much so that he wondered if perhaps it was all just a dream.
Becoming aware that the two of you were less than an arm’s length away and wondering if he should move back. “Am I too close?” He asked gently.
“More like not close enough” You thought to yourself. “No.”
Aramis was lost in your presence. Though your face was half hidden in the darkness, and though he had been close to you before, he still couldn’t help but marvel at all the details of your lovely face, as if he was seeing them up close for the first time and with your hair loose and framing your face, he found himself mesmerized and not wanting to go back to sleep.
“What is it?” You asked softly, curious as to why he was seemingly staring at you as if nothing else in the world existed but you.
Aramis wasn’t sure how to answer your question. A part of him wanted to say that he was glad to be in a warm bed. Another part of him wanted to tell you just how much your eyes always reminded him of rare gems, how anytime he smelled roses, he was reminded of you and the rosewater you wore, the very same rosewater that he could sense now.
He wanted to tell you everything that he thought of about you, all the things he had kept to himself since the day that he met you at the garrison. But somethings were perhaps best left unsaid, at least for the moment.
“I’m..just thankful.. that we are safe tonight.” He said, hoping that would suffice, though he instantly wished he would have said something more romantic.
“I am too.” You replied honestly “Safe and sound.”
“Well, we should try to rest some more.” Aramis suggested.
“Yes, we should.” You muttered as you closed your eyes, still a bit nervous about it all. But there was nothing else for it but to just enjoy the warmth.
After a while, the two of you finally felt comfortable enough to drift off to sleep. For a time, neither of you moved from your side. But as those who slumber side by side often do, the two of you, sensing the others presence and feeling the need for more as the night went on, moved closer and closer to each other.
By morning, the storms had finally stopped. The entire village had been thoroughly drenched, with many of the early risers complaining that little could be done. A cold, wet day was not an ideal one. But for those who hadn’t risen, the cold was not a problem.
Still asleep above the tavern, you and Aramis were warm and comfortable. Even though the fire had burned out hours before, the two of you didn’t notice. The two of you had provided enough warmth for each other.
Hearing the villagers outside, Aramis began to stir first. Though he registered the voices, he didn’t quite know where he was. All he knew was that wherever it was, it was warm and sweet-smelling. Perhaps he was in a garden.
Moving his head about, he felt something silky brush against his cheek, so much so it tickled a bit. Perhaps he had brushed up against a rose bloom.
Aramis slowly opened his eyes to see not a rose bloom, but strands of hair. A lot of hair at that. He tried to sit up but quickly became aware that something was weighing him down. Something that was warm and on closer inspection, was sprawled over him. Something or someone that bore the scent of roses. That something or someone was you, curled up in his arms.
His movements were enough to jolt you awake. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you felt something warm and hard under you, which you quickly realized was Aramis. Instantly you became embarrassed and moved off him apologizing profusely.
Swiftly your mind went to getting dressed as quickly as possible and leaving, the sooner the better. With any luck, Aramis would forget the whole thing and the two of you could go on as before.
“You don’t have to be sorry Y/N.” He said gently as he took your hand in his to stop you. Thinking he might as well admit to what he was feeling he added. “I liked it actually.”
“Liked what?” You asked nervously.
“Waking up with you in my arms.” Aramis said sitting up.
You couldn’t believe what was happening. Surely you were still asleep, and this was a dream. It had to be a dream. There could be no other explanation for how Aramis was here confessing that he had feelings for you. Yet it felt real. He felt real.
Aramis saw the nervousness in your face and wondered if perhaps he had overstepped the line. The last thing he wanted was to push you away. “I mean if, you don’t..”
“No!” You all but shouted, your nervousness coming through your voice. It came through so much you realized there was no point in trying to deny it.
After taking a moment to calm yourself, you explained “No, it’s not that. I.. liked it too. I liked it very..very much.”
There it was out in the open. Though you were glad to finally admit it, you were anxious to know what it would mean for the two of you going forward. Just because he enjoyed cuddling with you didn’t necessarily mean he wanted more than that.
As if he heard your thoughts, Aramis asked, “Would you like to some more?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m not keen to get up just yet, in fact, I’d rather like to rest with you a bit longer. “Aramis said, his voice still as gentle as ever.
You knew that the two of you should start heading back. Paris was still a day’s ride away and other things had to be done. But the longer Aramis held your hand in his, the more those things faded away. This was something you had wanted a long time; you couldn’t afford to let this chance go.
Carefully, with Aramis still holding your hand, you climbed back onto the bed next to him. Quickly he pulled you into his arms and pulled the blankets back over you. You nested your head in the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent. Instantly you were much warmer and more content.
Aramis wrapped his arms around you gently, wishing there was a way he could hold you even closer to him. The smell of your rosewater made him sigh with contentment. It was a contentment he hadn’t felt in a very long time could bring.
“Much better.” He murmured sweetly. You silently agreed. For a few moments, the two of you laid together silently, enjoying the others warmth. It had been so long since you had laid with someone like this you had forgotten how good it felt to be held by someone you adored.
Feeling you relax in his arms; Aramis turned his head and buried his face in your silky locks. To him they were as soft and sweet as flower petals. He wished he could carry one of yours with him and hoped that perhaps one day you would grant him the honor of doing so.
You were so quiet that for a moment he wondered if you had fallen back asleep. If you had, he would hold you for as long as you wished, no matter how long it was. Even if it meant being late back to Paris.
You hadn’t fallen asleep though. Though you were comfortable enough to do so, you hadn’t. You wanted to enjoy every moment of him holding you like this, lest it never happen again. Though he had spoken sweet words, you still had some doubts in the back of your mind and the longer the two of you were silent, the louder those words became.
Since you had the chance to finally ask him you broke the silence “How long have you been hoping to wake up holding me?”
“From the moment I first met you, when you first walked into the Garrison.” Aramis confessed, seeing no reason to deny it.
“Why didn’t you say anything before?” You asked.
Aramis continued “I didn’t know if you had your heart set on another and if you did, I didn’t wish to stand in the way.”
Hearing him be so open both thrilled you and terrified you. It was what you wanted to hear but it also made you wonder if you weren’t the only one he had said that to as of late.
You tried to assure yourself that you knew him well, that he wasn’t one to say things he didn’t mean. You had seen him with others before, but from what others had told you, he wasn’t one to string others along. If he was with one, it was that one alone.
“Is that the only thing you were hoping for?” You asked
That was an easy one to answer for Aramis. “No.”
Was he really saying what you thought he was? Was he hoping for things you only dreamed of but never spoke of?
“What else is there?” You asked as you lifted your head up to look at him, anxious as could be to know.
With that playful smile of his that always made you quiver inside he said, “If you close your eyes, I’ll show you.”
Nervously, you bit your lip. Whatever this was, the idea that he didn’t want you to see made you wonder if this was a trick.
As if he heard your thoughts he assured you. “I promise you, it’s a good thing.”
With that bit of assurance, you closed your eyes, waited and hoped for the best. Your eyes had barely shut before you felt something take hold of your face, something warm and gentle. That was soon replaced by the feeling of something soft on your mouth. Opening your eyes, you could only see on thing, Aramis’s handsome face.
One kiss quickly gave way to another. Than another. Soon enough the two of you couldn’t stop and the only sounds between the two of you were the sounds of you moaning into the other one’s mouth. You always imagined his kisses to be soft and sweet, they were that and much more.
It certainly was a good thing.
As much as it was a good thing, you soon felt as if you might faint and so reluctantly, you broke the kiss, and took a moment to catch your breath. Aramis kept his face close to yours and ran his fingers through your locks.
Both your hearts were beating wildly at what just happened. Aramis had always imagined your kisses being heavenly, but he couldn’t have imagined that your lips were softer than silk. He couldn’t have imagined just how much finally getting to kiss you would make him melt inside.
He needed more kisses if you would grant him the honor of more.
“May I?” He whispered, still nearly breathless as he traced a finger along your lips. You instantly knew what he meant. He could have as much as he wanted, and more.
Your mouth met his again in response and quickly the kisses became even more passionate than before. Aramis quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even closer to him. Though to him, he couldn’t hold you close enough.
Soon the bed was nothing more than a tangle of limbs and bedding. The only sounds to be heard was that of passionate kisses and the sound of the bed creaking underneath as the two of you moved about.
Aramis took your leg and brought it over his hip. After placing it there, he took his hand and started to run it up your thighs, pushing the hem of your shift up and making you shiver at the feel of his hand moving higher and higher. You had always imagined his touch to be feather lite and it was. Even the feeling of his facial hair against your skin, though a bit ticklish, felt good as well.
Firmly pressed against you, he could feel the intense heat emanating from your center. Aramis let his hand wander even closer and closer to your opening. The dampness between your legs made him throb harder and made him moan even louder. He could just imagine how much wetter you would be once he had the chance to truly pleasure you.He couldn’t wait to find out what made you writhe and whimper in pleasure. There was only one way to know for sure.
“How do you like it?” He purred between kisses.
“What do you mean?”
“How do you take your pleasure?” Aramis asked. “Shall I be gentle to start? Try a thing or two?”
Having never been with another before, you weren’t sure how you would like it, but with Aramis taking the lead, perhaps easing into things would be best.
You nodded “Yes” and waited for him to begin.
Carefully Aramis slid his trousers off and tossed them onto the floor. You bit your lip hard at the sight of him, larger than you had expected to and fully erect, just for you.
Though he was naked now, you still had on your chemise. Even at that moment, you were nervous at the idea of him finally seeing you naked. What if he finally saw you stripped down and didn’t like what he saw?
Aramis noted your hesitation and reassured you “You can leave them on if you wish.”
With that matter settled, he pulled you back in and planted such a passionate kiss on you that you thought your heart might stop. Quickly he slid his arms under you and brought down his body onto yours. Being pinned under his weight was far more erotic than you ever imagined it to be.
It didn’t take long before he started running his hands all over you again. The feel of his hands moving up your legs and pushing the hem of your chemise up made you shiver with anticipation. He wanted to learn every bit of you and so he left no bit of you untouched.
When his hands reached your center, he ran a few fingers along and between your lips. He couldn’t believe just how wet you were for him, even your thighs were coated in sweetness. Feeling him caressing you in such a place made your breath hitch, enough to break the kiss.
Though you could hardly speak, you opened your eyes and started deeply into his. The look of lust on his brown eyes, the flushness of his face was intoxicating.
“Do you like that?” He asked gently as he continued to tease you with his fingers.
There were no words for how much you liked it. Both the physical sensation and Aramis asking after your own pleasure. You always assumed that men just did what they wanted with a woman’s body regardless of how they felt. You never imagined that Aramis would be one to ask and knowing that now made you want even more.
Biting your lip in pleasure you nodded “yes.”
“Would you like them inside you?”
Looking down at Aramis’s fingers, long as they were, you wondered how they might all fit inside you.
“Will it hurt?”
“Not if I do it right.” He playfully said.
“Okay.”
You then felt Aramis slide his fingers up a bit and before you knew it, felt one of them enter you. Glancing down between your legs you saw that his middle finger was now deep inside you, all the way to his palm. Slowly he began to move it, bringing it in and out of you, making you writhe about in pleasure. Your moans made him throb even harder than before.
Aramis rested his forehead on yours so that he might kiss you and feel you moaning into his mouth. His hands continued their work with his thumb rubbing up against a place he knew from experience brought a woman even more pleasure. Almost instantly his efforts were rewarded with the feeling of you becoming even wetter than before and feeling your opening grip his finger tighter.
Your center ached even more as you felt your body begin to thrash about. The waves of pleasure seemed to get stronger and stronger with every moment. Aramis’s hands were relentless as they worked you as was his mouth. His lips remained firmly on yours, leaving them only to plant kisses along your neck and soon, seeing your nipples hard through your chemise, pulled on them through the fabric.
By now you were so hot from pleasure you thought you might faint. Your chemise had become damp from sweat it clung firmly to your skin, showing everything, it once hid. Thinking it would do no good to faint in the middle of such pleasure, with as much strength and control of your body that you could muster, you slipped the chemise off and paid no attention to where it went.
Aramis gazed in wonder at your perfect body now finally revealed to him. So mesmerized he was, he stopped for a moment, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“Am I…”
That instantly snapped him back to reality. Any doubts you had left quickly vanished as he resumed his pace and began kissing you everywhere he could reach. After covering your breasts with kisses, Aramis began working his way down your stomach and to your hips. As his mouth got closer to your opening, you gripped the bedding under you tightly and whimpered so loudly those below in the tap room could hear.
The smell of your juices was heady to Aramis. Much as he didn’t want to remove his fingers from inside, he wanted to badly to taste you. So, he removed his fingers from inside and as you watched, slowly sucked his finger clean. It was truly the nectar of the gods and he wanted more.
“Can I kiss you?”
“You already have.” You teased.
“Not just here.” He kissed your lips just as he rubbed your center more for effect “Down here.”
Instantly you understood what he meant and so you nodded in agreement. If his fingers felt so good inside, you couldn’t wait to find out how his tongue felt. Aramis got between your legs and lowered his head down, placing your legs over his shoulders.
You nodded for him to proceed and steadied yourself. You had no time to think before you felt the delightful sensation of Aramis’s mouth on your opening, his tongue moving up and down and every possible way. The scream you let out was sure to be heard by the patron’s bellow.
Quickly you covered your mouth, slightly mortified at how loud you had been. Aramis kept at you and even with your mouth covered, you were still whimpering and moaning loudly. Even biting your hand was no help.
There was no disguising just how good his tongue felt inside your opening. He ate you like he was starving and as far as you were concerned, he could have as much as he wanted of your juices. What’s more, he gripped your hips firmly so that he might hold you in place as much as possible
The best part was when he would move his mouth up to the top of your opening and flick his tongue. What was it about licking that spot that felt so divine, you didn’t know, but Aramis certainly did? Watching you writhe, hearing your muffled moans, all of it was nearly enough to make him climax right there.
Feeling himself get even harder, he fought the urge to pleasure himself while he continued to indulge in you. With how he laid on the bed, it would be easy to do.
He reached under to take a hold of himself. With his face still buried between your legs, he slowly started working his shaft so that he might draw things out. It would be unacceptable to him to finish before a lady such as yourself did. With how wet you were, you were certainly getting close.
Suddenly you heard and felt him growl into you even more than before. Through all the pleasurable sounds you swore you could hear skin meeting skin. Looking down at your lover, you could see that he had let go of your hips as was using his right hand to pleasure himself.
Knowing how hard he was and knowing it was because of you made you wetter. It made you wonder for a moment if this wasn’t the first time he had pleasured himself thinking of you. If it wasn’t, how many ways had he imagined being with you like this?
Thinking about it all made you ache terribly. It made you ache thinking about his hard member, still in his hand, buried deep inside you, filling every bit of you. It of course meant he would have to stop what he was doing now, but if it meant even greater pleasure could be had, no matter who took the lead…
“Aramis..fill..me..” You managed to say between gasping breaths.
He quickly understood what you meant. His cock twitched in his hand, thrilled to finally get the chance to be inside you. Though he wanted more of your sweetness, there would be time for that later.
Aramis pushed himself up and crawled up further. Staring into his lust filled eyes as he positioned himself, you could smell your juices emanating from his face and from the sight of him licking his lips, knowing that he enjoyed you made you even more hungry for him.
Aramis brought his weight down on you, letting you feel how stiff he was. He wasted no time taking a hold of himself again and sliding inside you slowly. You gripped the bedding tightly as he finished filling you up, him letting out a deep shudder as he did so. Looking down between the two of you, you saw that you nearly took all of him in.
Once firmly inside, Aramis slid his arms under you and laid his forehead on yours. His deep brown eyes staring deeply into yours, his lips barely touching yours, he started thrusting slowly, thoroughly enjoying how tight and wet you were, even more so than before.
As much of a teaser Aramis was outside the bedroom, he was even more so now. He made sure to thrust deep and hard until you couldn’t hardly bear it before he would pull back so much that just the end of him was left. He would then tease you with that before slowly filling you up again, all the while giving you deep, sensuous kisses.
Feeling your hot breath against his face, hearing your whimpers so close, having you pinned firmly to the bed while he made you his made him throb and growl. He never imagined he could make you so wet, but he hoped to make you even more so.
Having him go slow felt wonderful, it let you enjoy every inch of him more. But with each thrust making you ache more, pushing you even further towards your climax, it made you wonder how good it would feel if he were to take you faster.
There was only one way to find out.
You lifted your head to kiss him again, this time biting his lower lip, in the hopes of riling him up more, in the hopes that he would go at you a bit harder.
That little bit of play got Aramis’s attention. As much as he enjoyed taking his time with you, there was just as much of him that wanted to go at you so hard the bed would shake more.
“Easy with that kitten. “He purred, making you swoon at him calling you that. “I might bite back.”
That did it for you. Before he could say another word, you kissed him again, harder that before, making sure to pull on his lips again. He let out such a feral growl it sent shivers down your spine; you were going to have your way.
“Grab the headboard.” He warned. You quickly obeyed him, and no sooner had you grabbed it than he raised himself up again, grabbed a hold of your hips and thrust hard repeatedly, making you cry out again and making the bed shake loudly.
Watching you be a writhing mess bellow him, hanging onto the bed for dear life as he watched his cock fill you over again over again made Aramis grip the headboard himself so that he might steady himself.
Using one hand to hold himself up he took the other and ran it all over you, making sure to rub and play with your breasts as well. When he ran his fingers over your face, when he got to your mouth, he was delighted to see you take several of his fingers in them. Your soft lips wrapped around them made him start to come.
You weren’t far behind him. Feeling him play with you made you grip his cock hard and made you start to throb as well. Your breath shortened as each thrust pushed you close and closer to the edge. You whimpered as you didn’t want it to be over but there was no stopping it without stopping all together.
Aramis then realized that there was a bit of a problem. He had been so wrapped up in it all he realized he hadn’t brought one of his “letters” along, the very ones that would allow him to empty himself into you. The only solution was to have you finish first, in hopes that you would be so distracted you wouldn’t mind him finishing another way.
Remembering just how much you enjoyed having what he referred to as your pearl played with, he brought a hand down between the two of you and ran his fingertips again over the glistening nub. Within seconds, you cried out and gushed all over him, gripping him tightly as you made even more of a mess.
He did his best to hold off while you rode out your climax. You gripped the headboard so tightly your knuckles turned white. Each wave of pleasure was more powerful than the last one and after a few moments, they started to ease up.
Aramis kept his pace as you finished. Just as you finally did, his own climax came. He barely pulled out in time before he emptied himself onto your belly. Several streams came out of him, making you even more dirty than before.
Neither of you spoke as you waited to catch your breath. Though most of his strength had left him, Aramis still had enough to lift a hand and gently brush some loose strands of hair from your angelic face. As soon as the strands were gone, Aramis gave you several gentler kisses, making you sigh contentedly.
Aramis then laid down beside you, wanting to stay close to you. He wanted to savor your presence a bit longer if he could. It had all been more intense than he could have imagined, and he didn’t want things to be over.
You became aware of just how much of a mess you were, so much so that you knew you wanted a bath before the two of you left. So much sweat and sweetness from you soaked the bedding bellow you, there was no hiding what had happened.
The two of you didn’t speak for a bit, neither one of you wanted to say something that would break the mood. But as it sunk in that things were still left to be done, you took the initiative
“We should probably head on back to Paris” you said, you voice a bit hoarse from the screaming.
“We should…but..” Aramis started to say.
“You don’t want to.” You guessed.
“No. Do you?”
“No.”
That presented a problem. The captain was probably wondering why the two of you hadn’t returned yet and was sure to mention it when the both of you got back. But what to do next?
A sharp knock could be heard on the door. Guessing it was the innkeeper, Aramis got up and pulled his trousers on to answer while you covered yourself.
Walking over to the table, he quickly grabbed his money bag and took out some more écu, hoping it would be enough to buy a few more hours of bliss with you.
Just before the innkeeper could knock again, Aramis opened the door and quickly handed the money to him “We’ll be needing this room a bit longer. And we will need a bath brought up. Along with some food” He said, a playful smirk on his face.
The innkeeper quickly glanced at the money in his hands and walked away without a word, not about to complain about getting more for the room than he had expected.
Aramis joyfully rushed back over to you and climbed back into the bed. He grabbed a hold of you and quickly pulled you in for more kisses, covering every bit of skin he could find, making you sigh with pleasure.
“Wait Aramis…What will we tell Captain Treville?” You asked contentedly.
“We’ll tell him that we got delayed.”
“I don’t think he will by that,” You noted wryly.
“Maybe. But it’s the truth. And I want more time with you.”
In short order the Innkeeper brought up a tub full of water while another brought up some food from the kitchen. You each took turns scrubbing the other down, while covering each other with kisses. Once the two of you had your fill, the both of you ate some of bread, fruit and cheese brought up.
Though neither of you wanted it to end, after a bit you dressed while Aramis went to fetch the horses. As you laced up your garments, you looked about the room with a bit of sadness. So much had gone on in so short a time and who knew what things would be like back at the garrison. The last few hours had been much needed, but duty was calling.
Once you were done, you went back down into the tavern to see about some more provisions for your journey. Luckily the owner had some that could be wrapped up quickly and so you got enough for you and Aramis.
Stepping outside, you saw that Aramis was waiting for you, already saddled up. Though the skies were clear, it was a bit cold, which meant a long ride. Quickly you put the provisions in your saddle bag and went to climb on your horse, wincing a bit with how sore you were.
With a cheeky smile, Aramis looked at you and said, “Race you to Paris?”
In response you kicked your horse and sped off, with Aramis in hot pursuit. The sooner the two of you got back to the garrison, the sooner the two of you could have each other again.
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Magnum walked into the bar, having just come from a meeting with a potential client. A man from the mainland was looking for his wife, who had come to Hawaii on a girls trip and never came home. The client didn’t have much information, other than her friends had shared that she had gone on a hike and never returned. The woman in the photo he was given looked familiar, he just couldn’t place where he knew her from.
He sat in front of Rick, who was smiling down at his phone. “What are you smiling at?” He asked, trying to get a look at his phone.
Rick pulled away, locking his phone in the process. “Nothing.” He slipped the phone into his pocket, “how was the meeting with the potential client?”
Magnum sat his own phone on the bar, “It was fine. Just a man looking for his wife, who disappeared while on a girls trip.” He pulled up the photo and turned it towards Rick. “Does she look familiar to you? I feel like I know her from somewhere.”
So, this is going to be a S.W.A.T fic, with my own OC and Luca. Because… Kenny Johnson.
Couldn’t find the gif, so had to make do with a pic.
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Nancy Fuentes had joined the S.W.A.T. team about a year ago now, and was a prior friend of Street, and boy could the team tell it. The way Nancy kicked ass was similar, but due to her size, she tended to improvise and dash around more. Luca was always amused to see her flying off and over fences and dudes.
Nancy gelled in really quickly, and often helped Luca when he needed a place to stay - having consoles and enjoying the older man’s company a lot. This didn’t go entirely unnoticed, except for him. They were headed to get someone, and walked in to find him with a snake - which is when Hondo volunteered Luca for the task.
“What?! Why me?” Luca turned to him. Nancy looked over, seeing the reluctance on his face.
“I don’t mess with snakes.” Hondo answered. Nancy stepped forward.
“I got this.” She answered, lowering her gun and getting ready to take the snake that was almost bigger than her.
“He gets two medium rats and the turtles need a very specific diet.” The guy spoke.
“Nance, are you sure, girl?” Luca asked. Nancy took the snake on her shoulder and used her arms to support the rest of the snake, looking at him in fascination.
“Yeah, never held one before.” She answered, using her fingers to stroke him slightly.
“There’s something wrong with you.” Hondo shook hs head.
“You’re only figuring this out now?” She chuckled, not tearing her eyes from the reptile. Luca shook his own head with a smile.
“I’m just glad it ain’t me.” Luca chuckled.
“I got you, buddy.” Her voice joined in again, still not looking at anything other than the snake around her.
However, Chris and Deacon didn’t miss the way she looked over at Luca after, as they all prepared to head out. Luca didn’t notice, but the expression of love on her face surprised the two other S.W.A.T members. So, as the rest left, Deac stepped over to her.
“You sure you’re okay with the snake?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve noticed the way you look at Luca.” He spoke, causing her to look over at the door in a panic seeing Luca far away enough for her to the glare at Deacon.
“Can you warn me next time you’re about to bring that up?”
“I’m surprised. You’re 22, right?”
“Oh, please. A good person, is a good person.” She scoffed, turning back to notice Luca looking her way. He gave a wave, and she returned with a nod and smile.
“You haven’t told him?”
“Well, I doubt he’d see me in that light.”
“Good person, is a good person, right?”
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It was later on, and Nancy was in the gym, working on the punch bag. She generally tried not to workout with the other members of the team, other than maybe Street or Chris, because she knew she often looked funky because of her curved spine that she was trying to correct, as well as generally keep fit. Of course, Luca was still out and about without a proper home, as he does, so he was rolling up into the gym to do some, too. And was surprised to see Nancy there.
“You aren’t usually here this late.” Luca’s voice made her jump. She turned, relief surging through her, before she knelt down to collect herself.
“You fucking bastard.” She whispered. Luca chuckled, approaching her.
“Sorry.”
“Pfft, no you’re not.”
“I am. A bit.”
“Let me guess - you’re still homeless.” She spoke, standing upright with a smirk.
“Something like that.”
“Well, maybe we can hit the ring for a while, then you’re welcome to come back with me.”
“Sweet. Let’s do it.”
I am not sure how I actually feel about this - I’m going to finish it though, but if anyone wants to write a better one, please do.
It was the next day, Luca and Nancy showed up to work, and Deacon looked over with a frown on his face. Though, he knew nothing could have transpired because there were no notable changes. As Luca disappeared to speak with Chris, potentially hit the ring, Deacon approached Nancy.
“Who won this time?” He smirked. She looked up at him and chuckled.
“I got off to a good start, but then that smug lil bastard round there just absolutely decimated me.” She replied, shaking her head in amusement.
“You told him?”
“Told him what?”
“That you like him.”
“Ho-ho, no.” She answered, waving her hands in nope.
“Why not?”
“Because I-” She went to answer.
“Hey, how’s going, Fuentes?” Street’s voice interjected.
“Yeah, not too bad. I’m a bit tired.”
“You had Luca over again?”
“Yeah.”
“When are you two gonna hook up?” The younger man asked, maybe too loudly.
From his position, Luca heard what Street asked, and saw he was asking Nancy. Did Nancy have somebody? He felt almost at a loss - having harboured feelings for her for quite some time now. He also saw Deacon turn around and akwardly catch that Luca’s attention was directed to them.
“Street!” Nancy growled.
“Oh, come on. You think we haven’t noticed you like him?”
“Jim, maybe you shou-” Deacon turned back to say.
“Can we not?” Nancy hissed.
“If we didn’t know before, we definitely would after yesterday.”
“Hey, I did that to help Hondo, too.” She shot back. Luca raised a brow in confusion, and Deacon caught his reaction.
Deacon pondered. Should he? I mean, should he really stir the pot up a bit? On the one hand, it would definitely get Nancy to admit her feelings. And Deacon now seemed certain Luca returned them. Otherwise he wouldn’t have looked like a kicked puppy when Street mentioned someone.
“I thought it was because you had never held a snake before?” Deacon spoke up.
“Well, Hondo and Luca were clearly unsettled by it.” She shrugged.
“Was it not heavy?”
“Oh, it was. But I saw how reluctant Luca was, so I thought ‘fuck it’.”
“You really need to tell him.” Street laughed.
“Tell him what? The-”
“That you like him.” Street spoke, maybe too loudly, because the room quietened. And before he could realise.” At this point, I’d even say that you love him.”
The room watched as Nancy cringed. Deacon winced at the situation he helped to create - but luckily Luca still seemed to be figuring it out as the rest of the team frowned over. And the cherry was put on the cake when one of Mumford’s guys, was walking by and just had to speak up;
“You on about Luca?”
“Oh, Christ.” Nancy huffed, walking- nay, storming out of the room.
“Well, that’s one way to get her to admit it.” Chris shrugged, as they saw her figure fly down the corridor.” Good going, guys.”
This is when Luca seemed to look more confused, and this was not missed. Hondo looked at Luca, smirking a bit as he saw the cogs and gears turning. It didn’t take anyone for him to snap into action, walking after her as her form entire form disappear.
“Go ge-” Mumford’s guy went to cheer.
“Don’t.” Hondo interrupted him.” Just don’t.”
Luca started a jog, and just about managed to see her swing into the locker room. He picked up a jog and followed suit. He came in to see her pacing and breathing heavily, clearly not sure if she should panic, be angry or cry fromthe embarrassment of the situation.
“Hey.” Luca softly spoke up.
“Oh, no.” Nancy whispered, stopping and turning so that her body faced him, but didn’t look at him.
“You okay?” She scoffed.
“I’m not sure.”
“Is it true?”
“What?” She asked, turning to look anywhere but him.
“Nancy.” He spoke, taking the few steps to reach her.” Look at me.”
“I’m sure we’re gonna be needed so-” She tried to say, and also tried to walk out.
Luca softly put a hand to her arm to stop her, feeling her tense up further as she stopped and looked at his hand on her arm. He took a breath and turned to face her, moving her to face him also, before raising his other hand to tilt her head up to look at him.
“What are you doing?” She asked, in a hushed whisper, not able to be cold or avoidant with him anymore.
He stroked his thumb along her cheek, bringing it over towards her lips. As the pad of his thumb ghosted over them, she pressed a light kiss to it. She also then blushed, bit her lip and went to look down again. But, before she could, Luca tilted her head back up and dipped down to plant a kiss on her lips.
As she returned the kiss, Luca slowly began to back her up to the nearby lockers, pressing her against them as they revealed their feelings to the other. One of Luca’s hands dropped to her waist, travelling round the back to pull her against him, and elicited a breathy gasp from her.
He used this opportunity to run his tongue along her bottom lip, and he felt her arms around his neck move as her hands came up to his hair and pull herself closer to him.
The nature of the kiss quickly changed, as Luca left her lips to trail kisses to her jawline, then to her neck. She tilted her head in an attempt to make it easier for him, but with a low growl at the height difference, she gasped when Luca lifted her off the ground.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, as his lips found her neck. He smirked at the little whimpers she gave as his lips teased the sensitive area. One of his hands came up to move the neckline of her shirt away, and he then found the sweet spot of her neck, beginning to suck a mark as he moved his hips into hers. With her lewd moan, his hand went to untuck her shirt, when the door opened;
“Never mind. I see you’re fine.” Chris spoke, awkwardly backing out and leaving them alone again.
“I forgot we were here.” Nancy stated.
“Yeah.”
“Good thing you’re staying with me, at the moment.” She mused, making him smile.
“Yeah.” He agreed, pressing a hard kiss to her lips, before setting her down.” We ought to get to work.”
“Yeeeeaaaah…” Nancy spoke, drawing out the word in exasperation.” Yeah.”
Luca chuckled as they shared one more kiss, that nearly turned far too steamy again, before tearing away and forcing themselves out of the room. Otherwise, they’d probably never have left it.
It had been a few months in their relationship, and Luca had actually moved in with Nancy. Things were going great. She’d already made sure to tell him that they were going to just go with things, and go at Luca’s speed. He had never been so sure he was so in love as he was in that moment. Here he was, playing on their, now, shared xbox as Nancy showered in the bathroom.
He was enjoying it, too, until he heard the cry of pain and string of swearing that followed as Nancy shut the water off and he heard a thump not long after. He chuckled a little, before getting up off the couch and walking towards the bathroom.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, turning the corner to see her on the floor.
“Not really, babe.” She huffed. “Why am I like this? Why did my parents have me?”
“What happened?” He sniggered, approaching her.
“I was trying to reach for the body wash, and I slipped and my arm caught the bloody razor - look.” She groaned, showing her elbow that had a rather good few lines on it from the razor. “And then, I wanted to come out to get it sorted, when I just had to slip. Obviously, there was no way I was saving myself whilst I am this wet, so I just committed to the fall. I hate myself.”
“Don’t say that. You’re perfect. Now, let me see that arm.” He shook his head, helping her to stand, and he inspected the rather bloody lines. “I imagine this is a kick in my ass to put the razor away properly when I am finished with it.”
“I may still find a way.” She huffed.
“Let’s get this wiped, dried and patched.” He spoke, before looking around the rest of her body.
“What you doing, stud?” She smirked.
“I’m trying to check the rest of you for injuries.” He grinned, his demeanour chaning at the use of the name.
“Oh, sure. For injuries.” Nancy mused.
“Looks like you may need help getting to the bedroom.” He rasped, picking her up with one arm, as he grabbed a towel to hold to her elbow in the other.
“You going to take care of me?” She purred.
“You know it, darlin’.”
Once the arm was patched up - he held up to his promise.
She was shot, and she was shot bad. She told them to get the letter out, just in case she didn’t make it. Luca was terrified. Megara was being rushed to surgery as they congregated by her locker.
“I’m sure she will be fine. It’d take more than a bullet to take down Meggie. But, I would hate to not adhere to her wishes.” Hondo spoke, before turning and opening her locker. He turned with the envelope in his hands.
“Who is it addressed to, Hondo?” Deacon asked, holding onto his cross.
In the year she had been on the team, everyone had grown fond of her in their own way. Who couldn’t? Megara was a kind, generous and bubbly soul - yet ferocious when she needed to be. Hondo nodded at the envelope.
“Luca.” He told them. Luca looked at him in shock.
“Me?” He asked, moving over to take the letter from the leader’s hands.
There on the envelope, in her captivating cursive, was his name. It was no secret to anyone in the room that there was something between the two. The feelings they harboured for each other were as clear as day, except to them. He let out a shaky breath as he opened the letter, finding a meticulously folded piece of paper.
Dearest Luca,
You know, I didn’t really know what to write for one of these. Or who to. You actually told me to write this 4 weeks ago; but until now, I didn’t have a loved one to write to.
You’ve come to mean a lot to me, and you inspire me. Before S.W.A.T, I was quite happy to just fuck around with my fitness - but you inspired me to build my arm strength, to box. I want you to know that because I could probably never tell you to your face.
Truth is, and it’s a dick move, but the only letter I have to write to you is a confession. I’ve fallen pretty hard for you. I can hear Chris’ voice teasing me about it. I’ve always believed that age is irrelevant. A good person, is a good person. And you are a good person.
If you have read this, then I am glad I’m not going to be there to die of embarrassment, but pissed I never had a reason to rewrite this damn thing to something either less embarrassing or something. Who knows, maybe the one reading this is going to be me, because I probably will write a different letter at some point. How could I let you read this…
I actually have to wrap this up now, because you are actually calling me away. You’re staying at my apartment. You can have my xbox and games, if you want. And know that, I love you. More than I probably should for a S.W.A.T officer to another.
Megara
“Aw, man.” He croaked, looking up at Hondo.
“Go visit her.” Hondo nodded.
“You don’t understand, she sa-”
“We know. And we have noticed that you do, too. Go to her.” Hondo told him.
Luca was out like a shot, letter still in his hands as he race to his bike. Jess saw his haste and went round to the locker room, peering in and seeing the sad faces of all the S.W.A.T members. She looked to Hondo, who looked over to her as she appeared.
“Where’s Luca going?” She asked.
“He’s going to Meggie.”
“What about you guys?”
“I think they’re going to need a moment.” Deacon responded.
“We haven’t heard from the hospital yet. I was on my way to collect you.”
“You’re talking about Megara Howes. She’ll make it.” Chris smiled sadly.
Luca eventually pulled into the hospital, walking through the corridors to find the reception. He was lucky, they were just pulling her out of a successful surgery. Once they got her fixed in her room, he was given the number and he strode through to find it.
Once he entered the room, he saw her sleeping, pale form. She had lost a lot of blood, but she was alive. He softly took a hold of his hand as he approached her, and stroked his thumb along her hand. Whilst some tension had left his body, he was still highly concerned for her.
Time passed, and eventually the rest of the team showed up at the hospital - but Luca would not leave her side. This confused Hicks and Jess more, but Hondo kept them at bay, as they all waited to hear when she would wake.
Luca sat in the chair next to her bed, holding her hand still and nearly drifting off to sleep. Holding her letter in his other hand as he willed her to wake. It would seem she felt this, as she began to stir next to him. He stood, and watched in delight as she began to open her eyes.
“Oh, no. Waking up in hospital really is bright. Fuck me!” She exclaimed. Luca chuckled, gaining her attention. “Luca!”
“Hey, sweetheart. Glad you’re finally awake.”
“How long has it been?”
“Hours. Been a long day.”
“You guys didn’t actually read my letter, right?” She asked, but then noticed the paper in his hand. “Oh, shit.”
“I’m glad I did, because you’re right. It would be a dick move to tell me only if you die.” He mused.
“Oh, what must you think of me? Oh, no.” She blushed, trying to hide her face.
“I think we’re both going to need to rewrite our letters.” He told her, before leaning down and pressing a gentle, yet loving kiss on her lips. One that poured all the unspoken feelings into each other.
“As you are shifting, you will begin to realize that you are not the same person you used to be. The things you used to tolerate have now become intolerable. Where you once battled and argued, you are now choosing to remain silent. You are beginning to understand the value of your voice and there are some situations that no longer deserve your time, energy, and focus.”
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