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For the radio asks: 19. Let love in your life baby, who needs sleep tonight for Vostanik Sabatino. (Idk who he is, but I like his face) 💕
References events in the upcoming StolenMoments!Series
Sabatino isn’t supposed to be in L.A. The plan was to head from Iraq to Washington and then straight out again to Syria as per the operation requirements, but he hasn’t laid eyes on you in three months, and he doesn’t know when he’ll next be stateside, so he plans a detour. He changes his flight to leave from LAX and hops a private plane to Long Beach.
It’s a lot of travelling but if he gets a few hours with you, it’s worth it.
He used to thrive on this kind of shit but lately he’s getting tired. The life of a CIA Operative takes a toll, you never complain but he feels it in his heart everytime he misses a birthday or Christmas comes around.
When he turns up on your doorstep you’re surprised. He didn’t have time to call, he took a chance that you wouldn’t be out living your own life, one that he’s barely a part of. You’re wearing one of his sweaters over leggings and a pair of his socks.
It does something to him to see you in his clothing, to know you think of him when he’s not around.
“How long do I have you for?” You ask him as you let him inside, your fingers play along the lapels of his jacket before you toy with the zipper, guiding it down until the garment hangs open.
“Just a few hours.” He says regretfully.
You look up at him with that pretty smile, the one that lights up his entire world.
“Lucky me.”
You mean it he can tell. Any time the two of you get together is a gift, you learned that back in Afghanistan.
You’re playful tonight, teasing. It brings a lightness to his mood because truthfully, he’s been feeling the darkness edging in a lot more lately. There’s an urgency in him, a desperation because it’s been three months since he last touched you and he suspects his next mission will be even longer.
When he undresses you on the way to the bedroom, stripping off the layers of clothing one by one until he has you laid out naked underneath him, his heated skin pressing against yours. His lips chase over your skin, seeking out all of those filthy little places, the ones that make you say his name. He’s spent hours mapping them out, learning what makes your breathing hitch and your back arch.
You taste like the sweet fucking thing when he gets his mouth on you. He devours that pretty cunt of yours, teasing, licking and sucking at your clit until you’re in dire straits, your fingers threading through his hair. The noise you make when you come, it’s enough to make even the most sinful of men see God.
His mouth trails up your curves, his palms caressing over your sensitive skin as he kisses you again. You can taste yourself on his lips as he moans into your mouth, his cock sinking into you.
He draws out your pleasure, loving you with languid thrusts that send ecstasy shooting through your nerve endings everytime he fills you. There’s never been another man like this, not one that ruins you like Nik. He drinks down your pleasure when you climax, his palms ghosting down your thighs and hitching them higher as he comes inside of you, fucking it deep.
You love it when he does that, he’s territorial by nature and it’s his way of reminding you exactly who you belong to, especially with the distance. You know he worries about that, that he’s not around enough, that your feelings will change in his absence, you’ll decide he isn’t worth it. It’ll never happen, you made peace with this life after what happened in Afghanistan, you’ll take Nik Sabatino anyway you can have him.
You’re dozing when his alarm goes off, your body draped over his as his fingertips comb through your hair.
“I have to go.” He whispers into your hairline.
You watch as he slips from the sheets, your gaze lingering on scar from the bullet that almost killed him, the one that was meant for you.
It’s in the early hours of the morning that he kisses you goodbye on the doorstep. His thumb chases along the line of your jaw before he breaks away. It’s getting harder and harder to leave these days, he thinks as he climbs into his Uber and watches you close the door behind him.
Maybe, just maybe it’s time to think about getting out.
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I love Sabatino ❤️ he's so hot 🥵
