Eugene Sledge x Nurse!Reader
Back with my nurse trope as always! No description of reader, apart from sheâs fem!
I havenât written for the pacific or sledge before so I apologise if itâs ooc! minors doi talks of sex, mainly a heavy makeout session, some touching- Snafu makes an appearance - half proof read so might not make sense lolđ
âGene!â The sound of your sweet voice was a reminder of reality that Eugene didnât even realise he needed- well, perhaps he did, considering you were all he thought about. Through the horrors and brutality of war, he almost forgot such softness could exist until you appeared again.
Eugene Sledge truly believed he wouldnât make it back off the line, that he didnât deserve to survive either, let alone have you stood awaiting his arrival. His chest clenched, breath audibly catching in a way that made Snafu roll his eyes.
âLove sick, Sledgehammer.â He reminded, offering the young man a tough shove in your direction. Gene didnât see the smirk Snafu hadnât bothered biting back, and judging by the way you were grinning ear to ear you hadnât either, that or you had ignored it- which youâd learnt to do around Geneâs friend.
âHi.â You giggled again, your laughter a foreign sound to a marines ears. For a moment, he questioned how you were still stood there, if he had misjudged and you were yelling to some other Gene, one that wasnât tarnished by the cruelty and perturbation of war. Then, you moved closer, brows knotting in confusion, the scent of your shampoo and something kinder meeting his nostrils.
Gene blinked, once, twice, before realising you were real. He reached, a hand meeting your own, before glancing down and realising the way he was tarnishing your clean skin with the grime covered layer of his own hand. Snatching it back, an apology left his mouth before he could register you had reached out again.
âItâs okay.â You hummed, offering him yet another smile. Genes breath increased, his body beginning to melt in a manner that felt unknown in his own body. Relaxation? Excitement? Something that wasnât pure combat-fuelled adrenaline. With you, it was like he was home.
Hours later, Eugene had scrubbed his body red raw, changing into half clean fatigues that you had subsequently rested your head against the minute you arrived on the beach.
His legs were spread beneath you, Eugene leaning back staring across the lapping waves whilst you rested on his lap, watching up to the red-headed man. Every minute or so, Gene would glance down- just to check you were there, to see if you were real. His touch never left you, a hand steadied over your chest as he felt the calm rise and fall of your breathing. How did he ever deserve this-
âMy ma wrote me. She said things are already looking up in the states. Sheâs had a whole vacation to Los Angeles- can you believe that?â
Eugene watched back down to you, your fingers curling beneath his. âA vacation?â Admittedly, he hadnât even processed your words.
âMmmh.â Your eyes held for a moment until you rolled off him, kneeling at his side. You looked at him now, really looked. You were no stranger to the exhaustion these men carried, the way they seemed to age so rapidly yet seem so young- burdened yet reduced to childlike fear from the trauma of war.
Your fingers trailed up his cheek, at the same time the cover of your shirt had slipped, revealing the darkened skin of your chest, a place which your bikini had not covered. Eugeneâs first reaction was to reach and cover your modesty, protect you from prying eyes, but it seemed the only person within a hundred-meter radiance was him. His hand failed to shift, as did his gaze. Of course you had noticed where his eyes trailed to, but you failed to point it out, you didnât want to spook him now, not when it took this long for him to open up to you.
Although, you weren't exactly subtle in the way your gaze fell to his plump lips, pouty and parted, like he was struggling between staying silent or speaking a million words. Gene noticed this, how your eyes gazed over his features, lingering on his mouth in a manner that made his skin ignite. For a moment, he thought the evening sun might've set him on goddamn fire, but it was just his body burning under your gaze.
Such immoral thoughts crossed his mind, quicker than he could control- he ought to feel ashamed for feeling such sinful things about you, but how could he lie to himself, starve himself of the one thing he needed out here. He wanted you. Irrevocably, ferally, desperately. Eugene Sledge felt like a man in heat, and for the first time, he didn't think to feel any shame for it, not when you were watching him with such lust in your eyes.
As the silence grew thicker between you both, Gene momentarily panicked he'd misread your intentions, that he'd stepped too far, began to think in a way that was disrespectful. His eyes fell, but quickly snapped back up to see the fabric of your shirt slipping down your shoulders. The marine lost control of his ability not to stare, because now he was raking up every inch of your exposed skin, memorising each freckle, even the ones that begun to disappear beneath the edge of your bikini top. He continued to ravish you with his eyes, moving in closer, only for a moment until his eyes averted back your face. He had just realised he was staring at your breasts for completely too long.
For the first time in a long time, Eugene Sledge was focused on something other than warfare and violence. The blood and sand poisoning his brains had momentarily been cured, and you were the perfect antidote for that. The tightness of his fatigue bottoms grew too much, manhood standing tall and hardened for you, straining in his trousers. His breath was half laboured, hands beginning to reach out for you, he truly had nothing to lose.
''Kiss me.'' His voice was quick, muttered, almost going missed by you.
âWhat?â You softly asked, taken aback by his sudden display of forwardness. Gene cupped your jaw and neck with one of his hands, touch gentle, despite his eagerness to be kissed.
''Please just kiss me.'' His voice became needy, bordering on pathetic, but it was the most attractive thing you had ever witnessed. Your smile broke, hands reaching out for him, touching him in a way he could only have dreamt about back in Guadalcanal. One skim of your fingertips over his skin and he was gone.
Your lips slotted perfectly together, your grin making it difficult at first, but the tighter his grip became the more tension grew inside your body. Butterflies erupted, swarming your abdomen, and a warmth between your legs spread instantly when Gene had kissed you. Your lips moved together at a generous pace, as Gene's hand came to push your waist closer to him. It wasn't pushy, nor was it exactly dominant, you could feel his need for comfort, for human touch and love, and you were more than willing to give him that.
You could feel his body against yours, how worked up he was getting, how hot his skin was, how heavy handed he became when your tongues swirled. The thought of Gene being just as turned on by a kiss alone as you were was gratifying. For a few short moments, the two of you were making out on the beach, lips slapping together obnoxiously, and hands skimming areas that were not so PG. It was only when you felt the huff of him against you, a probable realisation that you were in public, did you decide to make a move.
''Gene.'' Your lips parted from his, cheeks heated. ''I know some place.'' The marine was nodding before you could even finish your sentence. ''Alright.'' He nodded, attempting to remain cool despite the need surging through his body. The marine offered you a hand off the floor, allowing you to then lead the way in which he had to bite back a grin. Gene felt he was the luckiest man alive. His pulse raced, manhood throbbed, and his legs turned to jelly as you weaved through the area to what looked to be a supply tent. Normally, Gene mightâve turned red in the face, felt all bashful that he was about to take you in some tent. But extreme circumstances called for extreme measures, and Gene was sick and tired of waiting. He wanted you then and there.
Maybe if you had more time he wouldâve been a gentleman, at least laid down a sheet for you both, but the best he could muster was perching you on his lap and continuing the steamy make out session from there. He was so close to getting more, fingers nervously lingering on the buttons of your uniform. âItâs okay, you can take it off.â You hushed, earning a quick nod from Gene whose fingers were trembling with anticipation.
You knew Gene had been a virgin. This was to be his first time, a part of you worried it wouldnât be special enough, but this was all you had to offer. Gene, on the other hand, seemed perfectly prepared to figure out how to make everything work, as long as you were alright with it. By the time he had unbuttoned half way down your dress, he grew distracted again when your hand had shifted to the bulge in his trousers.
All you had done was run a palm over his manhood, testing the waters as his hands gripped over your waist. Gene broke back, looking at you once, pupils blown and lips puffy. ''Is this alright?'' He checked as your smile grew again, easing any nerves that existed prior.
''Yeah. Are you- are you alright?'' You had checked, earning a kiss to be planted upon your lips. ''I'm good.'' He was more than good, he was on cloud fucking nine. His face retreated to your neck, nuzzling himself away as he worked on kissing and nipping your skin between heavy pants escaping his lips. You were really touching him now, rubbing him through his trousers in a manner that made him want to release there and then. If you went any faster he swore he'd blow it entirely too soon.
And when you talked? Your voice raspy and breathy from the enjoyment of his lips trailing up and down your skin. ''Does it feel good, Gene?'' The sound of his name in such a sensual manner, it made his manhood twitch and he had to tense to maintain composure, nodding with something between a groan and a whine catching in his throat.
''Oh, you feel so bi-''
''-Well if I ain't seen it with my own two eyes I'd never believe it!''
There was a brief scuffle between you and Gene, a panic as a gasp ripped from your throat, hand knocking against Gene's in a frantic attempt to cover your modesty. Whatever euphoria Gene was close to experiencing was ripped away, hands grabbing at you in a protective manner, fingers clamping over your uniform in a desperate attempt to pull it back together. Your heads spun in direction of the intruder, lips parting in shock to see it was none other than Snafu.
Gene felt a frustration like no other pass through him, an anger combined with something more disappointing as he looked back to his friend. Snafu stood with a shit eating grin, borderline laughing as he stared back to you both.
''Sounded like it was getting hot.''
Gene spoke slow, half measured, but only because it was you he was with. ''Snafu. Get-the fuck- out.''
''Did I ruin the moment?''
''I told you to get the fuck out!'' Sledge repeated again, earning yet another laugh from Snafu who finally turned away. Eyes falling back to the ground as he shook his head in amusement. ''Sorry nurse.'' He held out a hand, avoiding looking at you as you rose to your feet, beginning to button up your uniform, back turned to Snafu. Your eyes widened, face half disgruntled, somewhere between amusement and humiliation as Gene let out a gentle breath. Why couldn't he just have you all to himself out here?
''Gunny needs you, Sledge.'' Snafu eventually spat out whatever it was he needed. Eugene had to try his best to not roll his eyes, instead glancing up to where you offered him a sympathetic smile. Snafu finally turned his back, heading out, but not before making yet another shit eating comment.
''I don't know why he couldn't wait five minutes. I doubt you'd take that long anyway.''
Turning to Gene, you offered him a playful eye roll, fingers moving to graze over his cheekbone. ''Maybe next time, Gene?'' Your voice was light, teasing, Eugene paused for the moment on trying to tuck his shirt in, standing to his feet in a bid to give you just one more kiss.
''I'll come find you after? I'll be quick, whatever he needs doing.'' He enjoyed the sound of your amusement, even if it was at his expense.
''Okay.. I'll be waiting, Gene. You know where to find me.''
''Yes I do.'' Eugene Sledge took off like a man on a mission, and despite all interruptions, there was no way he could ever get rid of the grin that lingered over his cheeks. With an extra pep in his walk, Snafu smirked in the direction of his friend, borderline feeling like a proud elder brother- even if he had just completely destroyed the moment...
