Hi there 🐇 I have been thinking and came up with an 💡How bout Sy snd his wife going for a drive and ending up at the lookout where they first kissed? Things get hot and heavy and they end up having sex in the car only to be busted by the police! 😂
Summary: You and Sy have been married for ten years. About 18 months ago you split up to protect yourself and your two boys after he refused to get help with his issues. Sy agreed to get help and it seems to have worked and now he wants to get back together. He recently got back from a 12 month deployment and you decide to go on a date to see if you can reconcile.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx. 8.2k
Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, suggestions of a breeding kink, suggestions of a praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy.
Authors Note: Thanks for the prompt Anon. So, the story took a turn. I started to think about why Sy would want to take you to the place you first kissed, and I thought maybe he wanted to remind you why you got together in the first place. I then started thinking about a story I’ve had in my mind for a while, a revisit to one of my first one-shots where Sy and the reader had split up. So, I kind of melded that story with your prompt and this is the result. It’s not a direct continuation, but it serves as a bit of a back story, if you would like to read it, the link is here.
Thanks to @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed for their help with this story, and their encouragement. You guys are awesome. Edited by me, there will be errors!
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Lookout
You’d had high hopes for tonight’s “date”, but by the time the waiter offers the dessert menu and coffees, you realise it isn’t working. You tried, are trying, but perhaps too much time has passed, perhaps too much has happened, perhaps you have hurt each other too much to expect that your relationship could pick up where it left off.
Shaking your head to indicate you don’t want dessert, you see Sy’s shoulders drop as he tells the waiter to bring the check. You clench your jaw, fighting the feeling in the back of your throat that you’re about to cry. You hate hurting him like this. He was trying so hard, had done everything you had asked of him, yet something won’t allow you to love him again.
That isn’t quite right, you do still love him, you always will. You love him for the amazing eight years you had together before everything went to shit, for the two beautiful boys he gave you. But it was a different kind of love, the love of familiarity and comfort, rather than an all consuming passion.
What hurts most is that neither of you are really at fault. You can’t blame Sy for shutting down and withdrawing, just as you can’t blame yourself for protecting your boys and giving Sy the choice to get help or get out. You understood he had been worried about losing his job, the career he had been building for fifteen years, but surely, he should have been more worried about losing his family.
Although the conversation was awkward and unnatural before, it was better than the tense silence that follows as you wait for the bill. You open your mouth to say something, but there’s nothing there. You can’t stand it, the silence, the disappointment in Sy’s eyes, the guilt you feel. Abruptly, you stand up and mumble to Sy you need to go to the bathroom, you had to find a moment alone.
You feel so confused. You don’t know what’s stopping you from accepting him back into your heart. There must still be feelings for him beyond nostalgia and the vague notion that he’s the father of your children. If there was nothing more than that, why were you so upset? For all intents and purposes, he was still the man you fell in love with. He still made the same stupid jokes, was still cocksure in the most charming way, you still found him attractive and other than the brief period two years ago, he always treated you well. You can’t put your finger on what’s stopping you from reuniting and if you can’t understand why, how are you going to explain how you feel to Sy?
When you can put it off no longer, you return to the table. Sy is standing there waiting, he must have already settled the bill. You feel like a bitch, but you avoid his eyes as you return to your chair and grab your bag.
“Shall we go?” you ask, still not looking at him. Sy grunts in agreement and holds his arm out in an ‘after you’ gesture. As soon there is space enough between the tables, he falls in line beside you and places his large hand on the small of your back. It feels warm, familiar, and safe, but for some reason it makes you stiffen, and you pull away from his touch.
Sy jerks his hand away as if burned, balling it briefly into a fist before he closes his eyes and shakes his head. You know those movements; you’ve seen them before when he’s made a mistake out of carelessness, or when he’s frustrated, or when he’s mad at himself for doing something he knows he shouldn’t have.
Even now, Sy is ever the gentleman and pulls ahead to open the restaurant door for you. Giving him a superficial smile in thanks, you are both quiet as you make your way to his truck. You regret that you had come together knowing the ride home will be hell considering the state you were both in.
You wonder what you were doing, why you even bothered to agree to the date. It seems to make your relationship worse, every interaction pushing you further apart. You know Sy, he will only stand the rejection for so long before he gives up completely. Is that what you want? Do you want a deep, cold chasm between you, a rift that can never be repaired? He has given you time, space to breathe, sought help, maintained a relationship with the boys, and shown you he still loves you. He’s given you all that and what have you given him? Nothing but pain and rejection. And why? You don’t have any real hard feelings against him, you have forgiven him, so what’s holding you back? What is left that could possibly be a reason not to lower the defences you built to protect yourself? The answer hits you like a ton of bricks.
“I’m scared, Sy,” you murmur. He stops walking, so you do too. You’re only a few yards from his truck and you curse, you should have waited to have this conversation when you were in private.
“Of me? Is that why you flinched when I touched you?”
“Yes and no,”
“I ain’t ever hurt you.”
“Not physically.” Sy looks wounded and your heart aches. The instinct to reach out and let him bring you into his arms is still there, but you don’t seem to be able to make yourself do it.
“I’ve done everythin’ I can to make up for what happened and to show you it ain’t gonna happen again.” Sy sounds frustrated and you don’t blame him. He folds his arms over his chest, and shrugs. “Sugar, I don’t know what else you need from me.”
“I don’t know what I need either.”
“Is this over then? Is it pointless to even try?”
“No. It’s just…” You take a deep breath and try to be honest. “I just felt so alone, Sy. I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”
“You won’t Sugar.” Sy’s hand reaches for yours, but he draws it back at the last second. Unexpectedly, you feel disappointed. The feeling is a revelation, perhaps there was a chance. You step closer to Sy and take his hand. He looks a little puzzled then half smiles.
“I know you won’t do it on purpose,” you say. You shake your head. “Part of me wishes we could go back to the beginning. Maybe do things a little different, I don’t know.”
You’re both quiet for a while. You think you must make a great sight, standing on the sidewalk, holding hands like young teenagers on a first date, shyly standing a foot apart. Sy must be thinking the same thing and takes a step closer.
“Come ‘ere,” he says, holding his arms wide and beckoning you with a short jerk of his head. You let the instinct you repressed earlier free and step into his arms.
The feeling of him is instantly familiar despite not having been this close to him since he hugged you when he first got home from his last deployment. You bury your head into his chest, the comforting scent of him warms you. You don’t want to lose him, you can’t stand the thought of never having him touch you again. You wrap your arms around his waist, and you hear Sy’s chest reverberate as he hums. God, you miss that sound.
Sy pulls back but doesn’t let you go. “Hey,” he says and waits for you to look at him before he goes on. “Can I take you somewhere?”
“Where?” you ask.
Sy doesn’t reply straight away. He gives you a smile as he raises his hand to your cheek and rubs his thumb over your skin. “A place we haven’t been for a long time,” he says in a low tone. Your heart skips, it has been a long time since Sy has touched you or spoken to you like that.
“Alright,” you say, returning his smile. Even though his response is cryptic, you are curious to see what he had in mind.
Sy brings your head to his chest and letting out an exaggerated grunt, squeezes you. For a second you struggle to breathe as he kisses the top of your head. Then you laugh because for a moment being with Sy feels like it used to. You hear his rumbling chuckle as he lets you go and opens the truck’s door for you.
The drive is sedate, and your conversation centre’s mostly around the boys. Every time the topic edges close to your relationship, Sy diverts the discussion to something else. You quickly realise he’s doing it on purpose, and you let him, hoping that when you get where you’re going he will stop.
As Sy keeps driving, you become increasingly puzzled. You’re well outside of town now, the houses start to become spaced further and further apart. You struggle to think of what’s out here. There’s no real reason to go this far into the outskirts.
“Sy, where are we going?” you ask, starting to be a little concerned. It’s getting late, not that you really had anywhere to be since the kids were staying at your sister’s house. But still, a thirty minute drive out of town means a thirty minute drive back into town and you wonder if you will make it back without falling asleep.
“You haven’t figured it out yet?” Sy smirks.
Shaking your head, you look out the window and try to identify any landmarks. It’s so dark, all you see is the two lane highway. Sy puts his indicator on and takes an exit, and seeing the exit sign, you grin as you realise where he’s taking you.
“Really Sy?” you ask, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.
“Why not?” he asks back. “I have a lot of fond memories of this place. Don’t you?”
You laugh openly and feel your face getting heated. He glances at you, flashing you his teeth, and as he turns his attention back to the road, he lays a hand on your knee.
“I’ve missed hearin’ you laugh, Sugar,” he says, as he pulls off the road into the small gravel car park at the lookout. You watch him drive onehanded, his palm pressed onto the wheel, sliding over the plastic and leather, and bringing the truck to a stop. His hands are so big and strong, it was one of the things that had always drawn you to him.
Sy kills the engine but leaves the radio on and classic rock wafts softly through the speakers. Both of you unbuckle your belts and Sy puts his hand back on your knee. You’re quiet for a bit, lost in your thoughts, but thankfully this silence doesn’t feel like the awkwardness at dinner.
You wonder what Sy is thinking about, although you imagine that he’s thinking the same things you are, remembering all the firsts that happened here. The first time Sy kissed you, the first time you gave Sy a blow job, the first fight you had, the first time you had make up sex, and the first time you had been busted fucking, all happened here. It had been an important place to for you both in the early days of your relationship. That Sy thought to bring you here was sweet, hell it was romantic. It is like he is trying to get you to a place where you remembered why you got together in the first place. Perhaps if your relationship grew here, coming back could breathe new life into it, repair the parts that were broken and make it anew. Sy brought you back to the beginning.
You stare at Sy’s hand, slightly hairy, calloused, toughened and tanned by his work, so familiar you knew every vein, every line and every scar. He must have noticed you staring because he turns his hand, palm now facing up, open and inviting yours. You place yours in his and you smile at the size difference as he laces your fingers together.
“When did you start wearin’ your ring again?” Sy asks, running his thumb over the three interlocking circles, each a different colour gold.
“A couple of months ago. Not long before you came back from your tour.” When I knew I wanted to give you another chance, you added silently.
Sy shifts in his seat and when you look at him his face is close to yours. His eyes hold yours as he lets go of your hand and brings both of his up to your cheeks. Your heart starts to thunder in your chest as he licks at his lips and sucks the lower one into his mouth.
It’s been over a year since you last kissed Sy anywhere but his cheek. When you took the boys to see him when he returned from deployment, you had allowed him to hug you because of course you were relieved he was home, and you still cared about him. But you had offered him your cheek when he had tried to kiss you, you hadn’t been quite ready for more than that. You still remember the look in his eyes, the moment that his hope had been dashed, and it had nearly broken your heart.
Sy searches your face for any sign that you want him to kiss you and you see the hope return to his eyes. Unlike last time, you want to kiss him too, so you place a hand in the middle of his chest lean in slightly. You hear a low grunt from him as he presses his lips against yours. His kiss is intense, overwhelming, like all his pent-up need is thrust upon you in one hit. His soft lips move roughly, his whiskers scrape and scratch at your skin, and his hands hold your face tight. There is nothing practiced or planned about his kiss, it is all instinctual passion, and you melt into it, kissing him back with the same fervour as you wrap your arms around his neck.
Eventually Sy relaxes his hold on you but doesn’t move, instead he rests his forehead on yours while he caresses your cheeks. His breath is hot and heavy, stealing your oxygen as his broad chest draws in air, but you don’t pull away. It seems to you that with each moment you stay like this, the divide between you seems to repair itself. You feel his love, but more than that, you feel his desire.
Sy kisses you again with only slightly less fervency. Keeping one hand on your cheek he moves the other to your neck, wrapping around it briefly before it skims over you and cups your breast. You don’t move, you don’t know how you feel exactly, and he barely gives you times to think. He slips his fingers into the top of your dress and bra, and you hear him hum as he brushes your nipple. You stop breathing, it feels good but it’s also too fast, just kissing Sy again was a big step, and you aren’t sure you want more than that yet. You were going to tell him how you felt when his finger and thumb take your hardening bud and roll it between them, giving it a subtle pinch.
“Stop, Sy,” you say, gently. You hear him groan as he takes his hand out of your bra and rests it on your breast, on top of your clothes this time. “It’s too much.”
“Ok,” he says hoarsely. Sy tilts your head and lays a soft kiss on your forehead. You look at him and he smiles reassuringly. “I’ll slow down.” You smile back at him, and he guides your head to his shoulder.
You stay embracing for a time listening to the music playing faintly in the background. It’s uncomfortable, both of you bending forward over the gear shift and centre console. How did you used to do it? Although Sy’s truck isn’t the same one that he had when you were dating, it had been the same make. You glance in the back of the cab, that was where you had spent most of your time when you came here in the past. It had gotten to the point where as soon as Sy turned off the engine, you both hopped out and got straight into the back seat. That isn’t going to happen this time you realise as you look at the booster car seat your youngest son still needs to use.
Thinking of your boys makes you smile. They have been so happy the last month or so since Sy got home. And he was much more like he used to be with them, playing games and roughhousing, he even took them fishing and camping last weekend, just him and the boys.
You sigh and nuzzle into his neck, pressing your nose into his skin. You nearly laugh when you smell the faint remains of the cologne you had bought for him three Christmas’s ago. The spicey fragrance had traces of leather and wood and as soon as you had smelled it, you knew it would be amazing on him. You remember how he had baulked at wearing it, but that New Year’s Eve he wore it and you liked it so much, within five minutes he had his pants around his ankles and your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you against the wall. He wore it almost daily since then.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the memory. It doesn’t help that Sy keeps running his fingers over your ear, down your neck, across your shoulder and all the way back. His touch is light, sometimes you forget how gentle he can be, how much of his strength he is able to control. Eventually you feel his caress in your spine and you violently shiver with the pleasure. Sy chuckles softly, it always amused and aroused him when he was able to make your body respond to his touch, especially involuntary reactions like shivering or getting wet.
Lifting your head, you smile at him. Sy’s still smiling as he looks at you. You shift in your seat and groan as you move your back from its awkward position. You sit up straight and stretch, arching your back and lifting your arms over your head, extending them as much as you can in the cramped interior.
“You ok?” Sy asks, eyes on your pushed out chest. You immediately drop your arms and sit back into your chair in a normal seating position, as your heart starts to pick up its pace.
“Yeah. That position is uncomfortable,” you reply, in a voice much steadier than you thought you could.
“Yeah.” Although Sy verbally agrees, you can hear the hint of disappointment in his voice. When he speaks again, despite trying to cover it up, you know him too well and you recognise the discontent in his voice. “I suppose I better getcha home.”
You nod and Sy draws his lips into a line as he starts the truck. As he goes to put his seatbelt on, you reach over again and put your hand on his whiskered cheek, gently turning his face to yours.
“Thank you, Sy,” you say. “It was really sweet of you to bring me here.” His smile returns, though it’s small, and he opens his mouth to say something before shutting it firmly. You lean over in that awkward position, and though your back protests strongly, you kiss him. A short kiss, but it seems to placate Sy a little.
Driving home is quiet, it seems like both of you are caught up in your thoughts. You don’t mind, you want to think about tonight, want to work out how you feel. At some point you place your hand on Sy’s thigh and you see him grin. It makes you happy and you relax into your seat. The next thing you know, you’re being gently shaken by Sy as he takes your seatbelt off.
“Did I fall asleep?” you ask stupidly.
Sy chuffs, “Snored for about twenty minutes.”
“I did not.”
Sy helps you out of the truck with a roguish grin. “Whatever you say Darlin’.”
You roll your eyes at him as you grab your bag and fish for your keys. You make your way to the front door, but Sy takes your hand and pulls you into a hug. He puts his fingers under your chin and raises your eyes to his.
“I want…” Sy starts but stops. He licks at his lips and tries again. “Can I stay the night?” You don’t know what he saw on your face because you don’t even know how you feel, but he must have seen something because he swiftly clarifies. “I just wanna hold you, baby.”
“Sy,” you say as gently as possible. You don’t want to discourage him, but you also aren’t sure you’re ready for something that intimate. “Don’t ruin tonight. It was good, let’s do this again next week and…” You don’t get to finish what you wanted to say because Sy interrupts you.
“Don’t make me beg,” Sy says, his voice is ragged, and desperate. Your eyes widen, you know how much it cost him to say that. You’ve only heard him speak in that tone once before, a few days after you kicked him out and he realised you were serious about leaving him.
“The boys… I don’t want the boys confused about us. Seeing us go to dinner is one thing, seeing us wake up together,” you shake your head. “It will confuse them.”
“That’s bullshit, Sugar,” Sy says. “They ain’t even here.” You try pull yourself out of his grasp, but he won’t let you.
“My sister is bringing them back at nine,” you tell him tersely.
“I’ll be gone by seven thirty.”
You look at Sy ready to tell him to just go home, but his expression stops you. You rarely see him like this, there’s no hint of guile, no hint of amusement, no cheeky glint in his eye, it was his honesty laid bare. He kisses you softly, lips barely brushing yours.
“I miss you, Baby,” he murmurs.
You try and say no, but you can’t. Not when he lets himself be vulnerable like this. You know how hard it is for him, how hard he’s trying to be the man he you know he can be.
“Ok,” you say. Barely half a second goes by before Sy growls and locks his lips on yours. You let him kiss you, it feels good, but soon his kisses are too much, they become too demanding, and you pull away. “Sy, let’s go inside.” He hums and slows his kisses to soft pecks on your cheeks before he lets you go.
Every time Sy comes over since you split up has been strange, but tonight was worse. You imagine it must feel weirder for Sy, it looks like his home, has his furniture, his family photos, but it’s not really his home anymore. The first time you had offered him a drink as if he were a guest had been uncomfortable as hell. For a few moments you just stand in the family room, then putting your bag down on the sideboard as you normally do, you cautiously look at Sy.
He’s not far from you, he could reach out and grab you if he wanted to, and he feels too close. You turn away from him, fussing in your bag as you try to order your thoughts. Shaking your head, you wonder how you let him talk you into this.
“Do you want a coffee, or do you want to watch a movie or something?” You ask Sy, trying to sound casual, trying to stall going to your room.
“You’re tired.” Sy’s voice is closer than you expect. He puts his hands on your shoulders and works his thumbs into your muscles. You feel his beard tickling at your neck and his lips brush the shell of your ear when he whispers. “Let’s go to bed, baby.”
Side stepping out of Sy’s grasp you say, “Yeah, I am tired.” You look at Sy, and hating yourself you softly add, “I was going to take a shower, do you want one too?”
Sy begins to smirk, and you turn away before he can reply, climbing the stairs to the bedrooms. You hear his footsteps follow yours, the wooden steps creak below the carpet. You go straight to the closet and grab Sy some underwear and a pair of shorts that he had left behind. When you come out Sy already had his shirt off and is undoing his jeans. Fuck, he has an amazing body, so solid, so robust, and yet despite his hardness, you remember how comforting it was to be skin to skin with him. It takes everything you have not to falter in your steps as you approach him.
“Here,” you say, thrusting the clothes into his hands. He looks confused as he takes them and begins to speak. You talk over him. “The spare towels are still under the sink in the boy’s bathroom. They should have soap in their shower, but if not, there should be some bars with the towels and there’s spare toothbrushes in the draw.” You turn away, going to your en suite and locking the door, ignoring his protests.
You know it was a bitchy move, probably even cruel, but you had to make it clear to him that you meant what you said and a few whispered words and well placed kisses were not going to get you to fuck him. You were not going to let him manipulate you into it.
While you shower you try to get your thoughts in order but it’s difficult. You keep going back to the last time you were in bed with Sy. The night before he left for deployment was always awful, but that night had been worse than usual. However, it was also the night you had told him there was still a chance for the two of you. Strangely, it wasn’t him fucking you that had pissed you off that night, in fact you had gone to see him for that exact purpose, it had been the intimate way he held you that upset you. Tonight though, it is the opposite. Maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on Sy when you haven’t exactly been sending him consistent messages.
In your haste to get into the shower, you realise you forgot to bring your own clothes into the bathroom. You curse and dry off before wrapping the towel around yourself, thanking God you buy bath sheets.
When you open the door, you freeze as your eyes lock with Sy’s across the room. Completely naked, Sy stands tall as he rubs a towel over his head, as if for one moment you believe he needs to dry his buzzcut hair. You try and maintain focus on his face, but you’re only human and your gaze drops to his cock. Although it is nearly soft, it’s still impressive and before you can stop yourself you bite your lip.
“You keep starin’ at me like that Sugar, and you’re gonna make me blush,” Sy says.
That smug bastard.
Embarrassed and shaken you go to your closet and dress for bed in an oversized t-shirt and soft cotton pants. Sy is already in bed when you come out, sheet barely covering his hips, his arms are bent behind his head, and you wonder if he is as relaxed and confident as he appears to be or if it’s all for show. He had turned off all the lights, except the lamp by his bedside. You feel Sy’s eyes on you as you make your final preparations for bed, slapping on your moisturiser and fixing your hair. After returning your towel to the bathroom you can’t avoid it any longer, so you climb into bed.
Sy is on you immediately. Your head isn’t even on the pillow, and he has his arms around you, humming contentedly as he pulls your body towards his.
“Sy,” you complain. “Let me at least lay down first.”
“You’re taking too long,” Sy grumbles. It strikes you how familiar this conversation is, having had the same faux argument since you first got married. Sy releases his hold on you, and you turn your body to face his, automatically lifting your leg to rest on his hip. But something is wrong, and as Sy draws you close again you realise he isn’t wearing the underwear you gave him.
“Jesus, Sy,” you say, a little annoyed. “I gave you clothes for a reason.”
Grinning, Sy grips your raised knee tightly before running his hand firmly down your thigh. He hums obscenely and says, “I know, but its more comfortable this way.”
“For you maybe,” you mutter under your breath.
Sy catches it and sighs. He makes you look at him. “Do ya really want me to put clothes on?”
You shrug. “No, but…”
Bringing his face close to yours Sy’s mood seems to change. “I know, I’m goin’ too fast.” You nod and Sy smiles warmly at you. “I just miss this is all, Sugar.”
You know what he means, he isn’t only talking about sex, he’s talking about those other moments, those intimate, contented moments, like getting dressed for bed together, watching you put on your cream, or brushing your teeth.
Before you can stop yourself, you say, “I miss it too, Sy.”
Sy doesn’t react for a few seconds. He is still smiling, but you see the wheels turning in his head. Abruptly, he throws his arm out and twists his upper body until his long fingers can turn off the lamp. Although you are plunged into darkness, the lights from the street are just enough for you to see the vague outline of his face. He guides your head to his chest, and you lay an arm over him as he kisses your hair and tucks your head under his chin.
“Go on and sleep, Sugar,” Sy says.
You can’t remember how many times you had fallen asleep like this. There was something about this position that seems to make both of you sleep better and tonight was no exception. With your cheek pressing against his chest and his coarse curls tickling at your nose, your mind clears as you listen to Sy’s breathing become regular and soon your eyelids begin to fall.
“Goodnight Sy,” you mumble.
“Goodnight, Sugar.”
It’s still dark when you wake up and you need to pee. You’re still in the same position you fell asleep in, so it was going to require some work to get free of Sy’s hold without waking him. You lift his arm off you, it’s heavy but you manage to roll out from beneath it and tip toe to the bathroom.
When you finish up you sneak back to bed and as you’re about to lift the blanket, it’s tossed back, and you hear Sy grunt. You sigh and get back in bed, resuming your position.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say softly as Sy throws the blankets back over you.
“’S’ok,” Sy mutters. He sounds still half asleep, his voice is hoarse and slow. He hums as he brings you close, his hand grips your ass and his fingers dig into your flesh. You feel him semi hard against your leg and you freeze as Sy groans and subtly rolls his hips, rubbing himself against your thigh. You forgot he did that sometimes, grope at you or hump you while mostly asleep.
“Sy,” you say.
He stops moving. “Yeah,” he says, his voice sounding clearer, and you know by the tone he is awake now.
“Nothing, Bubs. Go back to sleep.”
“You, ok?”
“Yeah,” you say.
Sy puts his hand under your chin and makes you look at him. You can barely make out his features, but he has always been able to see in the dark better than you. He looks at you for a long time before finally speaking.
“You know I love you, right?” Sy’s words surprise you. Not because he loves you, you know that, you just don’t expect him to tell you at four in the morning. “I know I don’t tell you enough, but I do.”
Gradually your eyes get used to the dark and you start to be able to see Sy more clearly. His brows are drawn low, his features are intense and serious.
“I know, Sy.” You smile at him, and he seems to relax. You hold the back of his neck and bring his mouth to yours. You kiss him, lovingly and languidly. Sy tightens his arms around you and your chest presses against his as he returns your kiss. You pull back, but Sy doesn’t loosen his hold, and you feel him growing harder against your leg. Both of you are panting and you feel an insistent ache between your legs. It’s been a long time since you had felt a desire this strong.
Sy’s kisses move down your neck, his mouth scorching on your touch starved skin. Raising his leg between yours, his thigh presses against your core and your hips move instinctively, the friction only vaguely easing your need.
“Sy,” you moan.
“Yeah?” Sy starts to nibble at your ear, his voice rumbles lowly. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you, Sy,” you tell him.
“Fuck, Baby,” Sy growls, pushing you onto your back. His mouth is on yours again as he knees your legs apart. You moan into his mouth as he presses himself against your still clothed centre. His cock feels iron hard as he begins to rut, and you can’t stop yourself from opening your legs wider, wrapping them around his waist. “I need you too. So fuckin’ bad.”
Sy’s hand slides under your shirt, and you suck in a breath, pulling away from his mouth as his roughened hand squeezes at your breast. “Take my shirt off,” you say, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin on yours.
You giggle as Sy yanks the shirt over your head and throws it across the room. His mouth immediately finds your breasts, kissing and sucking at them, his beard rough and teasing on your sensitive skin. His tongue swirls over your nipple before he wraps his lips around it, suckling hard then he repeats the action on the other side. You run your fingers over his short hair, as you moan and murmur his name.
Biting your lip, you watch Sy begin to lay a trail of wet kisses down your stomach. His eyes almost sparkle as they catch the light in the dark room. Grinning, he dips his tongue into your belly button. You laugh and roll to the side as Sy grabs your hips, pushing them into the mattress.
“Why do you always do that?” you ask.
“Cause I love makin’ you squirm, Sugar,” Sy says. He lays over you, supporting his weight with his elbows on either side of your head. Using his hands, he brushes any errant hairs off your face. You place your fingertips on his shoulders and let them slide down his arms, barely grazing his skin. You feel him tense his muscles and you smile as he shivers and groans. “Ok, fuck, I guess you like makin’ me squirm too.”
You laugh softly and Sy lowers his head resting it against your forehead. Your fingertips trace down the curve of his spine and you hear his breathing get harder. “Nobody’s ever touched me like you do, Sugar.”
“Who knew you were such a big softy?” you ask, teasingly, not expecting an answer.
“You did,” Sy says seriously.
You don’t know how to respond, but that doesn’t seem to matter because Sy kisses you with a gently probing tongue. You kiss him back, and for a while its tender, loving, but soon you want more and from the way his teeth start to scrape at your lips Sy wants more too. You can’t keep still and begin to move beneath him, your body searching for a way to ease the strong need between your legs. Sy moves with you, then stops, holding your hip still with a firm hand.
“Stop, Baby,” he whispers. “I want you too much. I can’t… It’s too much.”
At first you’re confused, not understanding why Sy stopped you. Then you realise what he’s trying to tell you. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“You sure? I thought you wanted to take it slow.”
“I’m sure,” and you are. You want him now as much as you ever wanted him, not just because it has been so long, but because you want him in your life again. You want to wake up with him each day, you want eat breakfast with him, you want to watch movies with the boys, all four of your snuggling on the lounge. You want to be a family again.
Sy growls as he claims your mouth with an eager bruising kiss. His hands reach between you, impatiently pushing your pants down your thighs, bending your knee, and pulling them off one leg. He doesn’t bother with the other leg, his mind seems to be on one thing as his fingers slip over your slit. His touch is rough, dominant, urgent, and you both moan as he feels how wet you are.
“Fuck, woman,” Sy grunts, his voice is so harsh you clench. God, you love it when he talks to you like that. He removes his hand, and you feel the silky skin of his cock slide over your folds. You’re both panting hard, and your centre throbs with anticipation. Sy buries his head into your neck and cradles the back of your head. You wrap your arms around his chest, holding your bodies close as you feel him press slowly against your core.
“Tell me you still want me,” Sy demands in your ear. “Tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me you want me to make you cum. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Tell me you’re still mine.”
His words rip through you, and the emptiness between your legs becomes unbearable. “I want you Sy,” you tell him honestly. “Fuck, Sy. I never stopped.”
You gasp and Sy swears as he fills you, stretching you to accommodate his size. The pressure feels like bliss, and you hold him tighter, you never want to let him go. How could you forget how good this feels? How intimate? How loved you feel?
Despite slowly pumping into you, Sy isn’t gentle, each stroke is firm and deep. You hear his laboured breaths, his low husky groans, and his muttered curses. His kisses on your neck are tender, even when he scrapes his teeth over your jaw. You move beneath him, raising your hips to meet his thrusts, you murmur his name, your nails dig into his back as you claw at him, wanting him closer, always closer.
“I have to taste you, baby,” Sy grunts, pulling out of you. You object, telling him you want him inside you, and you try and bring him back to you. But Sy is determined, and your protests die on your lips as he doesn’t fuck around, replacing his cock quickly with his tongue.
You cry out his name as he pushes your thighs apart, almost to the point of pain. Sy growls as he licks and sucks on your lips and folds. Any tenderness he had shown you was gone, his tenuous control seems to have snapped as his soft lips, rough tongue and coarse beard lays claim to your delicate flesh.
“You taste so fucking good,” Sy snarls, his feral voice makes your hands stratch at the sheets. Then his mouth is on your clit, and his animalistic mood infects you too as you take hold of the back of his head, and grind against his tongue. With your other hand you reach for his, and Sy takes it, lacing your fingers together.
It doesn’t take long for you to feel your peak arrive. It hits you like lightning, and you cry out as pleasure so good it’s almost agonising ripples over your body. Sy stubbornly stays on you while you ride your release, and you have to push him away firmly when you become too sensitive.
Sy rolls you onto your stomach and slides his arm under your waist and lifts, bringing you onto your knees, pushing your head down on the mattress. He pierces into your core again, rough, and urgent, he pumps into you with a ferocity that excites you. Unable to stay on your knees, his brutal thrusts push you onto the bed and Sy follows, covering your body with his. You feel his unyielding mouth on your neck, hear his lustful groans, and the lewd slap of your bodies as they crash together.
You forgot how strong Sy is, how punishing he could be, how good he feels as he fills you, each drive hurried and violent. He bites recklessly into your shoulder as his rhythm grows erratic. His hand plunges into your hair, turning your face to his. You think he’s going to say something, but he hesitates, instead he crushes your mouth with his, his lips forcing your mouth open as his tongue invades, seeking yours.
Suddenly he throws back his head with a roar, and you feel him swell inside you as he releases his seed deep with you. You feel each jet he expels as his cock thickens inside your sensitive walls, stretching you further and you cry out with each ejected load.
Sy stays on you as you both recover, and though he is heavy, you don’t want him to move. You close your eyes, savouring the moment, enjoying Sy’s warmth.
You feel Sy’s hands start to roam, following the curves and lines of your body. It feels nice, soothing, and familiar. Sometimes he touches you more after sex than he does during the act, especially if he was particularly rough, as if once his hunger is sated, he can actually enjoy touching you. So many nights you had fallen asleep like this, his gentle caress lulling you into slumber. Soon his mouth joins his hands, his silky lips and velvety tongue tenderly brush over your neck and back.
“You ok, baby?” Sy asks, his voice is still ragged and you wonder if he was finished with you for the night.
“Yeah,” you mumble. “Just a little tired.”
“That’s ok, Sugar. Lay there and let your ol’ man have his way with you.” Sy’s hand slides over your ass, then between your legs and he pinches lightly at your clit, eliciting a moan as you bury your head into the pillow and raise your hips. “I didn’t think I’d ever be with you again,” Sy murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You feel his finger as it enters you and he groans as he slips in another. “I can’t stop touching you. You feel so good, baby, so wet and so full of my cum.”
Sy withdraws his fingers, and you whine as you feel empty. “Sy,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”
“Open up,” Sy gently orders. You feel his wet fingers on your lips as you part them. “Can you taste us, baby? Is it good?”
Opening your mouth wider you take his fingers inside you. Wrapping your tongue around them, you nod as you lap at him, licking him clean.
Sy kisses your cheek and neck as he takes his fingers away. “Good girl,” he drawls, and you shiver, it’s been so long since he’s called you that. He slides both his arms around you, one hand grips your neck, the other snakes between your legs. His fingers find your clit and they dance over you as you start to tremble underneath him. Sy’s touch is demanding, dominant, and possessive as he squeezes at your neck and holds you down.
Sy’s lips press hard against your ear, and through gritted teeth Sy’s raspy voice coaxes you along with his touch. “Be a good girl and cum for me, give it to me. This one’s all mine, Baby.” He knows when you’re close, he can feel you shaking as your muscles clench and your breathing changes. He continues his encouragement, his praise, all the while claiming that you’re his. “Tell me you’re mine, Sugar. I’ve got to know you’re still mine.”
At first you ignored him, you weren’t willing to say it, but soon the words came tumbling out. “Fuck Sy, I’m yours,” you sob and you know it’s true. As soon as you admit it you feel relief, you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore. “I love you.”
With a rough growl, Sy’s mouth covers yours, stifling the cry from deep within you as your climax rushes through you and you fall apart in his arms. Sy lets you go and lays on his side next to you, his fingers brushing your hair off your face. You open your eyes and look at him, finding his eyes in dim room.
“Come ‘ere,” Sy says. Lethargic and sore, you shift your body closer. He draws you under his arm and you rest your head on his shoulder, lifting your leg to his hip.
Neither of you speak, there isn’t much more to say. You still love him, still want him in your life and now that you have admitted it to yourself and Sy, you could both move on from this ugly time and be a family again. The thought is comforting and once again, the rocking of Sy’s chest against your cheek lulls you to sleep.
You woke up just in time to see Sy leave the bedroom. He was completely dressed, shoes on and everything, and it takes you a couple of seconds to register what you saw. You barely hear him go down the stairs, and you think he must be trying not to wake you. Confused, you look at your phone and check the time. Where is he going at seven twenty-five am?
When you realise what he’s doing you quickly grab your robe and put it on as you run down the stairs. “Sy,” you call out. “Hey Sy, wait.”
You catch Sy as he’s about to open the front door. He turns when he hears you, a small smile on his lips as he meets you half way. He puts an arm around your waist and uses his hand to lift your chin, giving you a light kiss.
“Mornin’ Sugar. I thought I’d let ya sleep since I kept you up half the night.”
“Half the night? Yeah, you wish it was half the night.” You smirk and raise an eyebrow.
“Gimmie a break, it’s been over a year,” Sy says roughly, but you can see him trying to suppress a grin. “Next time you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“Promise?” you ask cheekily.
Sy growls and puts his hand around your neck. “Fuck, Baby, you just try and stop me.” He kisses you possessively, his tongue filling your mouth immediately, taking full control. When he pulls away, you’re a little dazed and breathless. Sy hums as he looks at you, then gives you one last kiss before letting you go. “I’ll call you tonight, we can work out when we can do this again.”
“You’re leaving?” you ask. “Why?”
Sy brings his brows down low and says, “You told me I had to go by seven thirty.”
You swallow hard. “Do you want to go home?”
“That place ain’t my home, Sugar,” Sy says, firmly. “And no, I don’t want to go.”
“Then don’t Sy.” You close the distance between you and put your arms around him. “Come home.”
Sy doesn’t say anything, he clenches his jaw and looks away. You give him a few moments, but the longer he doesn’t speak, the more worried you become. Eventually he looks back at you, his expression unreadable. “You want me to move back in?”
“Yeah,” you say. “We’ve been apart long enough.”
Sy inhales deeply, letting his breath out in a long sigh. “We have, haven’t we.” Then he smirks at you. “The boys will be home at nine, right?”
“Right…” you say cautiously. You don’t like that look in his eyes. He licks his lips crudely and you realise what he’s thinking. You feel heat spread through your body from deep in your gut.
“Then get your ass back up stairs woman. We’ve got an hour and a half and I intend on using every single minute.”
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