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Letters Home - Chapter 4 - Moonlight Serenade
Not bad for having the computer crap out a third of the way through this. LOL
Title: Letters Home
Fandom: Marvel Universe (seriously AU though...)
Rating: 18+
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters here. They and the world this is set in are the property of Marvel Entertainment. The Purple Team is the property of ginevrasm (Morgan), ladydeathfaerie (Dare), sessys_fangirl (Jehnna), nanaeanaven (Roxxy) and dazzledfirestar (Haley). They are not to be used without permission. I make no money from this, and it is simply a form of entertainment.
Warnings: M/F sexual situations, violence (lots of it), World War 2 AU (yes, that's a warning)
Mrs. Carlisle insisted on getting Peter something to eat while they visited, though both he and Jehnna had insisted that it wasn’t necessary. While she was in the kitchen, Jehnna leaned against him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ll make sure the guys make it up to me somehow.” He smiled and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re worth the wait, cutie. Besides,” his smile morphed to a bit of a smirk, “she kind of reminds me of Aunt May.”
“No,” Jehnna laughed lightly. “May would be perfectly aware of people sneaking through her kitchen.”
Mrs. Carlisle shuffled back into the sitting room looking a little put out. “I could have swore I had something I could throw together for you, dearie.”
“It’s perfectly alright, ma’am.” Peter smiled and stood. “Its getting late and we should probably let you get some sleep. I’m sorry for keeping you up.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure, Mr. Parker. As long as the other girls are alright with it, you are always welcome in my house.”
“That’s very kind of you, Mrs. Carlisle.” Jehnna laced her arm through Peters. “Good night.” She pulled Peter along and up the stairs. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He turned to look at her when she’d closed her door behind them.
“For doing that. You didn’t have to.”
Peter chuckled lightly. “If I didn’t I’d never hear the end of it.” He watched her move around the room, turning on the lamp and straightening her half unpacked suitcase. The warm light from the lamp caught in her hair, making it shine. “I forgot how beautiful you are.”
He reached out to her, pulling her closer and just staring at her for a moment. The soft strains of music from Haley’s room passed through the walls. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark. “Jehnna,” Peter lifted his hand, settling it on the back of her neck. His fingers tangled in the soft waves of her hair before he pulled her closer again, pressing soft kisses up her neck, along her jaw and finally finding her lips.
Her kisses were soft, light, tender. Just as they always were. Just as he remembered them. She moaned softly as he deepened the kisses slowly. His hands ran up and down her bare arms, sending goose bumps across her skin. “Peter,” her voice was breathy and soft. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.” His kisses trailed down her neck again and his hands moved around to her back, working the zipper on her dress down.
“Wait.” She pulled back and bit her lip a little. “I… I brought something. I thought… I mean…” Her cheeks flushed again. “Turn around.”
He smiled. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. Please, Peter.” He sighed heavily, but turned to face the wall. He listened intently as she slipped out of the dress. He heard the soft click of her bra and garter belt a few moments later. Every instinct told him to look, to see all that pale creamy skin that he knew was there; to cross the room and take his wife in his arms and… “Alright.”
He turned and his breath caught. The lamp caught the soft sheen of satin the covered Jehnna from her chest to the middle of her thighs. Intricate lace ran along the hem and the top of the nightie and thin straps held it up. It hugged every curve. But what caught his attention was the small ribbon, tied in a bow over her right breast, a soft blue color, shimmering in the dim light. “I thought you might like to see it again.”
He smiled and moved toward her, catching her up in his arms and running his hands over the soft material. It was just like that first night, their wedding night. She’d been so nervous, and truth be told, he had been too. His hands slid lower, ghosting over her hips and pulling her tighter against him. She shivered in his arms. “Jehnna, you are the most beautiful thing on this planet. You know that?”
She smiled, pressing her lips to his. “I wouldn’t mind hearing it a few more times.” She giggled a little as he walked her back to the bed. She sat down and stayed put as he shrugged off his uniform. Her patience though seemed to be at a limit. She stood, pressing herself against his chest and moving her hands down his back. “Peter, please…” she moaned softly as his fingers slip the straps of her nightie down off her shoulders.
The fabric of the nightie clung to her, like it didn’t want to let go. Peter couldn’t blame it. It stopped momentarily on her hips before fluttering to the floor. Jehnna shivered as he lowered her onto the bed, his hands ghosting over every spot that made her breath catch; every spot that only he ever touched. His lips followed his hands, leaving a trail of warmth along her body. She moaned a little louder than she meant to when his fingers dipped between her thighs. His name fell from her lips as little more than a breath as his fingers toyed with her. It took a moment for him to find that rhythm, the one that made her come undone, but when he did her breath left her and her body tensed.
The anticipation was killing her, she was sure. When his lips traveled down and wrapped around one of her nipples, her voice got away from her again. She was sure, for the moment that she could think clearly, that her roommates had heard her and she felt that she’d probably die of embarrassment at breakfast. But Peter’s fingers circled her entrance and she forgot all about it. “Come on, Jen.” His voice was soft and low, his breath brushing against her skin. “I need you.”
The words made her tremble, and as he slid his fingers deep into her, her mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her body pulled tight around his fingers and he left her gasping. “I need you too.” The words barely made it past her lips in between gasps. “Peter, please…” she whimpered as he pulled his fingers from her. “Make love to me.”
“That’s the plan, cutie.” He kissed her softly as he pressed into her. She could feel the slight tremble in his muscles. He was holding back. She tightened her grip, bringing her legs up to wrap around him and groaning low in her throat as he filled her. “Jen…”
“Oh, Peter,” her eyes flickered closed as she tried to memorize the feel of him against her, inside her; the tension that built deep inside her as he slowly pulled out and pressed back in. “I missed you so much.” She clung to him, afraid that she was dreaming again and if she let go, he’d vanish.
His fingers traced down her hairline to her jaw, making her open her eyes and stare up into his. His pupils were blown wide, almost blotting out the hazel of his eyes. She reached up, resting her hands on his cheeks and pulling him down to kiss her. The waves of pleasure grew as his lips moved over her and his pace sped. “Jen…” His voice shook a little.
“Peter…” she felt herself hover on the edge for a moment before the waves finally crested, pulling her body tight around him and driving a soft cry from her lips. His control snapped and his hips drove against her until he froze above her. Her lips claimed his again, swallowing both of their groans as he finished. When they’d both regained a bit of themselves she smiled up at him. “Wow…” she let out a soft laugh.
“I’ll say.” He kissed her softly and rolled over to lie beside her. “I love you, Jehnna.” He pushed a few stray strands of hair off her forehead.
She nuzzled into his hand, pressing soft kisses to his palm. “I love you, too.”
~*~*~*~
The springs creaked when she hit the mattress, though she barely had a moment to think about it before he was kissing her again and driving all thought of squeaky springs, or anything else out of her head. Her hands few over his uniform, desperate to touch the skin underneath as his hands moved up her thighs. She pulled back, breathless. “Not even going to let me get out of the dress?” She smirked up at him.
“No.” He claimed her lips again and she moaned. “I should just flip it up and have my way with you.” She shivered as he whispered in her ear.
“You know I’d never say no to you having your way with me.” She pulled back again. “But…”
“But?” He looked worried for a moment.
“Let me get the stockings off anyway.” She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Don’t want to ruin them.” He nearly rolled his eyes at her as she stood, slipping the dress off over her head.
He watched her for a moment as she slipped her shoes off and reached for the garters that held the offending stockings up. “Wait,” he reached out, pulling her back to the bed.
“What?”
He smiled at her. “Sit down.”
“Clint, what…?”
“Just trust me, okay?”
“Alright. Fine.” She sat down on the edge of the bed. As his hands slid up her legs, she realized what he was after. His fingers made quick work of the clips on the garters and teasingly stroked along the exposed flesh near the top of her thigh. She moaned softly as he began to roll the delicate silk down her legs, his lips followed in the wake of the stocking until he reached her knee. His lips worked back up her thigh as he pulled her foot free and setting the silk on the nightstand.
His lips climbed higher, driving her soft gasps into low moans until he pressed a kiss to the soft cotton covering her sex. Her fingers gripped his shoulders. “Clint, please…”
“Not yet, gorgeous.” He kissed her again, earning another moan as her head fell back. He nipped at her, catching the fabric between his teeth and making her whimper. He heard a soft, slightly frustrated huff from above him when he moved to her other thigh. He pressed a soft kiss to the skin just above the stocking before repeating the entire process.
When he leaned away to place the stocking with its mate, she quickly got rid of the rest of her clothing. He smiled up at her when she returned to her spot. “I can’t tell you how many times I pictured you like this.” His hands slid up her thighs again, pressing them apart. When his tongue touched her, she nearly cried out. He smirked. “Shh.” He traced her seam with his tongue. “Don’t want to get caught, do you?”
She shook her head, green eyes flickering shut and bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Clint, oh god… please…” He nuzzled against her thigh for before pressing his lips to her skin again. The soft sounds of her voice drove him on. He sucked lightly on each of her nether lips before dipping his tongue between her folds. “Clint,” the sound of her saying his name like that forced a moan from him. “Don’t stop!” She trembled, biting her lip to hold back the screams of pleasure she wanted to let out. “Please…” her body tensed, driving her breath from her lungs.
He kissed a trail back up her body. “Haley, gorgeous…” his voice rumbled against her ear. “I want you. Now.”
“Please.” She lifted her hips, pressing against him and trying to pull him in. He didn’t make her wait. She cried out when he drove deep into her. “Oh, God!”
“Shh.” He kissed her deeply, swallowing another moan. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to stop.”
She glared up at him. “Clint, for God’s sake, don’t stop,” she whimpered as he pulled back. “Please…” for a second, she blushed and he caught a glimpse of the girl she’d been when they had first gotten together. It faded a moment later and she was once again the woman he’d asked to marry him. “Clint, fuck me.”
He moved again, thrusting as deep into her as he could get. “You feel so good, Haley.” He claimed her lips again.
She continued to moan softly and whisper to him as he pounded into her. She begged him not to stop. His pace sped and she cried out. “Shh, baby.”
Her mouth moved along his throat, trailing kisses as she went, sucking softly at the point where his neck met his shoulder. When he tapped the end of her, she bit down, forcing herself to swallow the screams and muffling them to low groans and whimpers. One word slipped from her lips. “More…”
He chuckled. “Always, gorgeous.” Their lips crashed together again as they moved. Their rhythm hard; all the pent up energy, lust and love they had for each other feeding into the heat growing between them.
Haley’s grip on Clint’s shoulders tightened as anticipation threaded through her. Tension pulled every muscle tight as he drove her toward the edge. Her whispered pleas for more drove him harder and deeper until she shattered around him. She gasped, desperate to get enough air in her lungs to moan his name.
“Come on, gorgeous.” His jaw tensed as he clung to his control. “You’ve got one more for me.”
“Yes…” her eyes closed and her head fell back against the pillow. “Oh God, yes. Clint…”
“I want you to come with me, Haley.” He panted against her skin. “I want to feel you, baby.”
“Just… just a little more…” she bit her lip. “Don’t stop… please!” Her hips pressed tight to his, pulling him deeper as her climax washed over her. Her body clung to him, pulling him over the edge with her.
It took everything in him to hold himself over her as they both tried to remember how to breathe. He opened his eyes to see her staring up at him. She smiled before pressing a kiss to her lips. “I missed you.”
He pushed her hair out of her eyes, amazed as he always was by the warmth and love that he found shining out at him. “I missed you too.” He kissed her again, deeper this time. “Marry me.”
“I already said yes, Clint.”
He rolled over, barely staying on the single bed. She snuggled up to him, her head resting comfortably against his shoulder. “We could…” he paused, wondering how to tell her what he was thinking. “We could do it now.”
“What?” She lifted her head and stared at him, her brow furrowed a little.
“Well, not right this second, but before we deploy…”
“But I thought… I mean, when you asked you said we’d do it right when this was all over.” She got that look she got when she’d solved something but didn’t like the result. “Clint, what aren’t you telling me?”
“Haley…”
“No, Clint. What changed?”
He stared at her for a minute, cursing himself for putting that glimmer of fear in her eyes. “Haley, nothing’s changed.” It was a lie. A huge, ugly, unavoidable lie. He’d started thinking the other day while listening to Parker babble on about his wife; how at least he knew if something happened she’d know as soon as possible; that she’d be able to get some closure from that; that she’d be provided for and all that. At the time, Clint had simply told him to shut up and sign the damned insurance policy, but it had put the wheels in motion. If something did happen, not that he really thought it would, but if it did, chances were pretty good that Haley would find out he was dead on some casualty list, or one of her friends would find out first and have to tell her. And she knew those lists got messed up sometimes, so she’d have to go down to the base and find out from some clerk. God knew she wouldn’t just sit back and believe it until someone came out and made it official.
Then she’d have nothing from him. Any personal effects he might have would be lost to her because she wasn’t family. As far as the army was concerned, he had no family. “I just don’t want to have to get the Parkers to cover for me every time I want to see you.” He smirked at her, but she obviously wasn’t buying it.
She reached over, placing her hand on his cheek. His eyes flickered closed and he nuzzled her palm. “Please… just tell me the truth.”
“I just…” He took a deep breath. Something about this felt like admitting he wasn’t coming back, and he didn’t like that. He told himself again that, married or not, nothing was going to stop him from coming home to her. “I just want to know you’ll be okay if… if something happens.”
She shook her head. “Nothing is going to happen.” The certainty in her voice was more for her own benefit than his, and he knew that.
“But if it does and we’re married, you’d know. You wouldn’t have to find out on some list and…” He pressed his lips to the pulse point on her wrist. “There is that GI life insurance policy…”
Her eyes went cold and she pulled away from him, getting out of bed and putting on her robe. “Money? That’s what you’re worried about?” She started to pace the room. She seemed to pick a direction, going to the record player in the corner and turning it on. The music filled the small room and would muffle any noise they made. She realized a moment later that she probably should have thought of that earlier. Haley turned back to him and even in the dim light, he could see tears gathering in her eyes. “Let me tell you something, Sergeant Barton,” she put the emphasis on his rank and it almost made him flinch. “If you think that the way I’d find out that you…” she stopped and tried to collect herself, “that you died would make a difference, or that the couple thousand dollars that he army would throw at me would make me feel any better, you are completely off your rocker!”
He stood, crossing the room in a few long strides. She tensed in his arms, but only for a moment. “I’d feel better knowing you’d have that security.” He spoke softly, treading lightly and pressing tender kisses to her temples, her cheeks, her eyelids and her lips. “I just thought…”
She shook her head. “No. I’m not going to do this now, out of fear or…” she pulled back and looked up at him. “I’ll marry you as soon as you come home to me.”
“But if…”
“No. No ifs.” She pressed her lips to his. “When. When you come home, I’ll marry you.”
Clint pulled her tight against him and his hands slipped her robe off her shoulders. “I guess I should take that as incentive to get home as fast as possible then.”
“Exactly.” She shivered against him for a moment as he spun her in his arms and kissed across her shoulders and up the back of her neck. His hands slid along her sides and moved up to cup her breasts, driving a gasp from her throat. As they started back toward the bed, she smiled at him over her shoulder. “I love you.”
“Isn’t that the best reason to marry me?” She turned to face him again.
“I am marrying you.” She sat down, pulling him closer. She watched as doubt clouded his eyes fro a second. “Can we talk about this in the morning?”
Alright.” He kissed her softly as she wrapped herself around him again, pulling him down on top of her. “I guess I can think of a few other things we can talk about tonight.” He smirked down at her.
Her soft laugh slowly changed into a moan as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples.
“Oh really?” She let out a breathy groan. “Do tell!”
He chuckled quietly. The only answer she got was the feel of him pressing into her again.
She couldn’t think of a better topic of conversation.
~*~*~*~
Bobby’s kisses were nice. They were soft, sweet, familiar and comfortable. They were the perfect kisses for what Bobby and Roxxy were to each other. He would never push her into something she wasn’t sure of, and she was always there to give him that shove when he needed it. Everything about them was comfortable.
When they had gotten to her room, they’d taken their time. They sat and caught up for what would have seemed like ages to anyone else. But there was a lot to catch up on. His training and hers, her journey over, any news that wouldn’t fit into her letters or his mother’s.
As the night wore on, they cuddled up on her bed. As always, things had started out very slowly, almost tentatively, with those soft comfortable kisses. “Bobby,” Roxxy blinked up at him. “I’m not made of glass.”
He stopped at stared at her for a moment. “I… I don’t want to rush anything. I mean…”
“It’s been awhile, Bobby. I know that and I know what you probably want right now.” She smiled. “It’s okay.”
“I don’t want to…” he took a deep breath and let his hand move up her thigh, over the top of her stocking. “I don’t want to hurt you, Rox.”
Her smile widened. “I think I’ll be okay, Bobby.”
He let out a bit of a laugh. “Well, if you insist.” His hand slid higher, his fingers finding her center. A few strokes across her sex made her breath catch. She pushed him back, driving that nervous energy from him with a kiss before getting out of her clothes. He did the same and a few minutes later, those soft comfortable kisses weren’t limited to her lips. He lifted his head from her breast and caught her eyes with his. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, letting her legs fall open to him. She gasped as he pressed into her. He moved slowly, almost as if he were afraid she’d crumble in his arms. “Bobby…”
A litany of endearments spilled from his lips as he moved inside her. He told her everything one was supposed to tell the woman they loved while they made love to her. She bit her lip as his pace sped a little. “Rox…”
“Don’t stop.” She shook her head. “It feels good, Bobby, don’t stop.” She tightened her grip on him. The pleasure was swelling in her; she could feel it and she wanted to share it with him. They shared everything else, but this… this was different. His pace sped again and she gasped. She felt him tense a moment later as he reached his peak.
He rolled over to her side, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I love you.” He smiled at her before a yawn took the smile away.
She pressed another kiss to his cheek. “I love you too.” He set his head down on the pillow and was out before she had turned the lamp off. She lay there, watching him for a moment. Yes, she loved him. It was a comfortable, well worn feeling. The sort of feeling that would last them throughout a long life together. She smiled softly and pulled the blankets up around herself.
A certain restlessness took hold of her. She knew what it was. She sighed and rolled onto her back letting her hand wander down her body. She took a deep breath before pressing her fingers against her sex, finding the small spot that would drive her crazy. Just before she moved her fingers she heard something through the wall.
The music that had been coming from across the hall earlier was replaced by a soft keening sound, muffled by the wooden walls, but still audible and recognizable. It sounded like Haley. In fact, she’d be willing to bet it was Haley. Roxxy bit her lip and listened intently for a moment. If she strained she could hear what they were saying. A few words would drop out and become unintelligible from time to time, but the gist of the conversation was pretty clear.
“… Clint, please…”
“Not yet, I just want to touch you… oaning like that, someone’s going to hear…”
“…don’t care. I… you now.”
Another moan punctuated the last statement and Roxxy felt a tremor run through her as her fingers began to move. Every sound that made it to her ears seemed more intense as they continued to do… well, Roxxy was entirely sure she could guess what was happening as the only voice she heard letting out such wanton noises was Haley’s. Really, he could be doing just about anything to her.
That almost made Roxxy moan. She bit her lip, trying not to wake the man beside her. She imaged all sorts of things, not being done to her friend, but to her. Fingers, lips, tongue… being touched in every way someone could touch her and in every place imaginable. Nipples, thighs, sex… her body twitched and she swallowed a low moan just as apparently Clint swallowed a cry from Haley. The half formed sound of passion drove Roxxy closer to the edge.
She shifted her hand, sliding two fingers into herself and biting back another moan. Her other hand came into play, taking up the task of stroking that little bundle of nerves at her apex. She was so close, and by the sounds of things, she wasn’t alone. She listened as her flat mate begged her lover for more, begged him to give in and take her, begged him to end it and take her over the edge. Roxxy felt herself teeter on the precipice for a moment as the couple across the hall went silent. A strangled cry slipped across the space, telling Roxxy a moment before her own climax blurred her thoughts that Clint had given in and given Haley what she was begging for.
She lay there, trying to catch her breath and hearing that, apparently, the couple across the hall wasn’t done. She shook her head. Surely those two were some kind of lightning in a bottle. She’d said just that to Haley more times than she could count. Not everyone gets that movie love. But…
She shook her head, snuggling up to Bobby. Unconsciously, he shifted, wrapping an arm around her. No, she told herself. Fire like that… like what was going on across the hall; that was fleeting. That would fade. She was sure of it. Even love had to have a balance. Still, she wondered what exactly it would be like to have someone want her like that; to want someone like that.
Bobby pulled her closer and she dismissed the voice in her head. This… this warm, comfortable feeling would last them forever.
Title: Letters Home
Fandom: Marvel Universe (seriously AU though...)
Rating: 18+
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters here. They and the world this is set in are the property of Marvel Entertainment. The Purple Team is the property of ginevrasm (Morgan), ladydeathfaerie (Dare), sessys_fangirl (Jehnna), nanaeanaven (Roxxy) and dazzledfirestar (Haley). They are not to be used without permission. I make no money from this, and it is simply a form of entertainment.
Warnings: M/F sexual situations, violence (lots of it), World War 2 AU (yes, that's a warning)
Mrs. Carlisle insisted on getting Peter something to eat while they visited, though both he and Jehnna had insisted that it wasn’t necessary. While she was in the kitchen, Jehnna leaned against him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ll make sure the guys make it up to me somehow.” He smiled and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re worth the wait, cutie. Besides,” his smile morphed to a bit of a smirk, “she kind of reminds me of Aunt May.”
“No,” Jehnna laughed lightly. “May would be perfectly aware of people sneaking through her kitchen.”
Mrs. Carlisle shuffled back into the sitting room looking a little put out. “I could have swore I had something I could throw together for you, dearie.”
“It’s perfectly alright, ma’am.” Peter smiled and stood. “Its getting late and we should probably let you get some sleep. I’m sorry for keeping you up.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure, Mr. Parker. As long as the other girls are alright with it, you are always welcome in my house.”
“That’s very kind of you, Mrs. Carlisle.” Jehnna laced her arm through Peters. “Good night.” She pulled Peter along and up the stairs. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He turned to look at her when she’d closed her door behind them.
“For doing that. You didn’t have to.”
Peter chuckled lightly. “If I didn’t I’d never hear the end of it.” He watched her move around the room, turning on the lamp and straightening her half unpacked suitcase. The warm light from the lamp caught in her hair, making it shine. “I forgot how beautiful you are.”
He reached out to her, pulling her closer and just staring at her for a moment. The soft strains of music from Haley’s room passed through the walls. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark. “Jehnna,” Peter lifted his hand, settling it on the back of her neck. His fingers tangled in the soft waves of her hair before he pulled her closer again, pressing soft kisses up her neck, along her jaw and finally finding her lips.
Her kisses were soft, light, tender. Just as they always were. Just as he remembered them. She moaned softly as he deepened the kisses slowly. His hands ran up and down her bare arms, sending goose bumps across her skin. “Peter,” her voice was breathy and soft. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.” His kisses trailed down her neck again and his hands moved around to her back, working the zipper on her dress down.
“Wait.” She pulled back and bit her lip a little. “I… I brought something. I thought… I mean…” Her cheeks flushed again. “Turn around.”
He smiled. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. Please, Peter.” He sighed heavily, but turned to face the wall. He listened intently as she slipped out of the dress. He heard the soft click of her bra and garter belt a few moments later. Every instinct told him to look, to see all that pale creamy skin that he knew was there; to cross the room and take his wife in his arms and… “Alright.”
He turned and his breath caught. The lamp caught the soft sheen of satin the covered Jehnna from her chest to the middle of her thighs. Intricate lace ran along the hem and the top of the nightie and thin straps held it up. It hugged every curve. But what caught his attention was the small ribbon, tied in a bow over her right breast, a soft blue color, shimmering in the dim light. “I thought you might like to see it again.”
He smiled and moved toward her, catching her up in his arms and running his hands over the soft material. It was just like that first night, their wedding night. She’d been so nervous, and truth be told, he had been too. His hands slid lower, ghosting over her hips and pulling her tighter against him. She shivered in his arms. “Jehnna, you are the most beautiful thing on this planet. You know that?”
She smiled, pressing her lips to his. “I wouldn’t mind hearing it a few more times.” She giggled a little as he walked her back to the bed. She sat down and stayed put as he shrugged off his uniform. Her patience though seemed to be at a limit. She stood, pressing herself against his chest and moving her hands down his back. “Peter, please…” she moaned softly as his fingers slip the straps of her nightie down off her shoulders.
The fabric of the nightie clung to her, like it didn’t want to let go. Peter couldn’t blame it. It stopped momentarily on her hips before fluttering to the floor. Jehnna shivered as he lowered her onto the bed, his hands ghosting over every spot that made her breath catch; every spot that only he ever touched. His lips followed his hands, leaving a trail of warmth along her body. She moaned a little louder than she meant to when his fingers dipped between her thighs. His name fell from her lips as little more than a breath as his fingers toyed with her. It took a moment for him to find that rhythm, the one that made her come undone, but when he did her breath left her and her body tensed.
The anticipation was killing her, she was sure. When his lips traveled down and wrapped around one of her nipples, her voice got away from her again. She was sure, for the moment that she could think clearly, that her roommates had heard her and she felt that she’d probably die of embarrassment at breakfast. But Peter’s fingers circled her entrance and she forgot all about it. “Come on, Jen.” His voice was soft and low, his breath brushing against her skin. “I need you.”
The words made her tremble, and as he slid his fingers deep into her, her mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her body pulled tight around his fingers and he left her gasping. “I need you too.” The words barely made it past her lips in between gasps. “Peter, please…” she whimpered as he pulled his fingers from her. “Make love to me.”
“That’s the plan, cutie.” He kissed her softly as he pressed into her. She could feel the slight tremble in his muscles. He was holding back. She tightened her grip, bringing her legs up to wrap around him and groaning low in her throat as he filled her. “Jen…”
“Oh, Peter,” her eyes flickered closed as she tried to memorize the feel of him against her, inside her; the tension that built deep inside her as he slowly pulled out and pressed back in. “I missed you so much.” She clung to him, afraid that she was dreaming again and if she let go, he’d vanish.
His fingers traced down her hairline to her jaw, making her open her eyes and stare up into his. His pupils were blown wide, almost blotting out the hazel of his eyes. She reached up, resting her hands on his cheeks and pulling him down to kiss her. The waves of pleasure grew as his lips moved over her and his pace sped. “Jen…” His voice shook a little.
“Peter…” she felt herself hover on the edge for a moment before the waves finally crested, pulling her body tight around him and driving a soft cry from her lips. His control snapped and his hips drove against her until he froze above her. Her lips claimed his again, swallowing both of their groans as he finished. When they’d both regained a bit of themselves she smiled up at him. “Wow…” she let out a soft laugh.
“I’ll say.” He kissed her softly and rolled over to lie beside her. “I love you, Jehnna.” He pushed a few stray strands of hair off her forehead.
She nuzzled into his hand, pressing soft kisses to his palm. “I love you, too.”
The springs creaked when she hit the mattress, though she barely had a moment to think about it before he was kissing her again and driving all thought of squeaky springs, or anything else out of her head. Her hands few over his uniform, desperate to touch the skin underneath as his hands moved up her thighs. She pulled back, breathless. “Not even going to let me get out of the dress?” She smirked up at him.
“No.” He claimed her lips again and she moaned. “I should just flip it up and have my way with you.” She shivered as he whispered in her ear.
“You know I’d never say no to you having your way with me.” She pulled back again. “But…”
“But?” He looked worried for a moment.
“Let me get the stockings off anyway.” She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Don’t want to ruin them.” He nearly rolled his eyes at her as she stood, slipping the dress off over her head.
He watched her for a moment as she slipped her shoes off and reached for the garters that held the offending stockings up. “Wait,” he reached out, pulling her back to the bed.
“What?”
He smiled at her. “Sit down.”
“Clint, what…?”
“Just trust me, okay?”
“Alright. Fine.” She sat down on the edge of the bed. As his hands slid up her legs, she realized what he was after. His fingers made quick work of the clips on the garters and teasingly stroked along the exposed flesh near the top of her thigh. She moaned softly as he began to roll the delicate silk down her legs, his lips followed in the wake of the stocking until he reached her knee. His lips worked back up her thigh as he pulled her foot free and setting the silk on the nightstand.
His lips climbed higher, driving her soft gasps into low moans until he pressed a kiss to the soft cotton covering her sex. Her fingers gripped his shoulders. “Clint, please…”
“Not yet, gorgeous.” He kissed her again, earning another moan as her head fell back. He nipped at her, catching the fabric between his teeth and making her whimper. He heard a soft, slightly frustrated huff from above him when he moved to her other thigh. He pressed a soft kiss to the skin just above the stocking before repeating the entire process.
When he leaned away to place the stocking with its mate, she quickly got rid of the rest of her clothing. He smiled up at her when she returned to her spot. “I can’t tell you how many times I pictured you like this.” His hands slid up her thighs again, pressing them apart. When his tongue touched her, she nearly cried out. He smirked. “Shh.” He traced her seam with his tongue. “Don’t want to get caught, do you?”
She shook her head, green eyes flickering shut and bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Clint, oh god… please…” He nuzzled against her thigh for before pressing his lips to her skin again. The soft sounds of her voice drove him on. He sucked lightly on each of her nether lips before dipping his tongue between her folds. “Clint,” the sound of her saying his name like that forced a moan from him. “Don’t stop!” She trembled, biting her lip to hold back the screams of pleasure she wanted to let out. “Please…” her body tensed, driving her breath from her lungs.
He kissed a trail back up her body. “Haley, gorgeous…” his voice rumbled against her ear. “I want you. Now.”
“Please.” She lifted her hips, pressing against him and trying to pull him in. He didn’t make her wait. She cried out when he drove deep into her. “Oh, God!”
“Shh.” He kissed her deeply, swallowing another moan. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to stop.”
She glared up at him. “Clint, for God’s sake, don’t stop,” she whimpered as he pulled back. “Please…” for a second, she blushed and he caught a glimpse of the girl she’d been when they had first gotten together. It faded a moment later and she was once again the woman he’d asked to marry him. “Clint, fuck me.”
He moved again, thrusting as deep into her as he could get. “You feel so good, Haley.” He claimed her lips again.
She continued to moan softly and whisper to him as he pounded into her. She begged him not to stop. His pace sped and she cried out. “Shh, baby.”
Her mouth moved along his throat, trailing kisses as she went, sucking softly at the point where his neck met his shoulder. When he tapped the end of her, she bit down, forcing herself to swallow the screams and muffling them to low groans and whimpers. One word slipped from her lips. “More…”
He chuckled. “Always, gorgeous.” Their lips crashed together again as they moved. Their rhythm hard; all the pent up energy, lust and love they had for each other feeding into the heat growing between them.
Haley’s grip on Clint’s shoulders tightened as anticipation threaded through her. Tension pulled every muscle tight as he drove her toward the edge. Her whispered pleas for more drove him harder and deeper until she shattered around him. She gasped, desperate to get enough air in her lungs to moan his name.
“Come on, gorgeous.” His jaw tensed as he clung to his control. “You’ve got one more for me.”
“Yes…” her eyes closed and her head fell back against the pillow. “Oh God, yes. Clint…”
“I want you to come with me, Haley.” He panted against her skin. “I want to feel you, baby.”
“Just… just a little more…” she bit her lip. “Don’t stop… please!” Her hips pressed tight to his, pulling him deeper as her climax washed over her. Her body clung to him, pulling him over the edge with her.
It took everything in him to hold himself over her as they both tried to remember how to breathe. He opened his eyes to see her staring up at him. She smiled before pressing a kiss to her lips. “I missed you.”
He pushed her hair out of her eyes, amazed as he always was by the warmth and love that he found shining out at him. “I missed you too.” He kissed her again, deeper this time. “Marry me.”
“I already said yes, Clint.”
He rolled over, barely staying on the single bed. She snuggled up to him, her head resting comfortably against his shoulder. “We could…” he paused, wondering how to tell her what he was thinking. “We could do it now.”
“What?” She lifted her head and stared at him, her brow furrowed a little.
“Well, not right this second, but before we deploy…”
“But I thought… I mean, when you asked you said we’d do it right when this was all over.” She got that look she got when she’d solved something but didn’t like the result. “Clint, what aren’t you telling me?”
“Haley…”
“No, Clint. What changed?”
He stared at her for a minute, cursing himself for putting that glimmer of fear in her eyes. “Haley, nothing’s changed.” It was a lie. A huge, ugly, unavoidable lie. He’d started thinking the other day while listening to Parker babble on about his wife; how at least he knew if something happened she’d know as soon as possible; that she’d be able to get some closure from that; that she’d be provided for and all that. At the time, Clint had simply told him to shut up and sign the damned insurance policy, but it had put the wheels in motion. If something did happen, not that he really thought it would, but if it did, chances were pretty good that Haley would find out he was dead on some casualty list, or one of her friends would find out first and have to tell her. And she knew those lists got messed up sometimes, so she’d have to go down to the base and find out from some clerk. God knew she wouldn’t just sit back and believe it until someone came out and made it official.
Then she’d have nothing from him. Any personal effects he might have would be lost to her because she wasn’t family. As far as the army was concerned, he had no family. “I just don’t want to have to get the Parkers to cover for me every time I want to see you.” He smirked at her, but she obviously wasn’t buying it.
She reached over, placing her hand on his cheek. His eyes flickered closed and he nuzzled her palm. “Please… just tell me the truth.”
“I just…” He took a deep breath. Something about this felt like admitting he wasn’t coming back, and he didn’t like that. He told himself again that, married or not, nothing was going to stop him from coming home to her. “I just want to know you’ll be okay if… if something happens.”
She shook her head. “Nothing is going to happen.” The certainty in her voice was more for her own benefit than his, and he knew that.
“But if it does and we’re married, you’d know. You wouldn’t have to find out on some list and…” He pressed his lips to the pulse point on her wrist. “There is that GI life insurance policy…”
Her eyes went cold and she pulled away from him, getting out of bed and putting on her robe. “Money? That’s what you’re worried about?” She started to pace the room. She seemed to pick a direction, going to the record player in the corner and turning it on. The music filled the small room and would muffle any noise they made. She realized a moment later that she probably should have thought of that earlier. Haley turned back to him and even in the dim light, he could see tears gathering in her eyes. “Let me tell you something, Sergeant Barton,” she put the emphasis on his rank and it almost made him flinch. “If you think that the way I’d find out that you…” she stopped and tried to collect herself, “that you died would make a difference, or that the couple thousand dollars that he army would throw at me would make me feel any better, you are completely off your rocker!”
He stood, crossing the room in a few long strides. She tensed in his arms, but only for a moment. “I’d feel better knowing you’d have that security.” He spoke softly, treading lightly and pressing tender kisses to her temples, her cheeks, her eyelids and her lips. “I just thought…”
She shook her head. “No. I’m not going to do this now, out of fear or…” she pulled back and looked up at him. “I’ll marry you as soon as you come home to me.”
“But if…”
“No. No ifs.” She pressed her lips to his. “When. When you come home, I’ll marry you.”
Clint pulled her tight against him and his hands slipped her robe off her shoulders. “I guess I should take that as incentive to get home as fast as possible then.”
“Exactly.” She shivered against him for a moment as he spun her in his arms and kissed across her shoulders and up the back of her neck. His hands slid along her sides and moved up to cup her breasts, driving a gasp from her throat. As they started back toward the bed, she smiled at him over her shoulder. “I love you.”
“Isn’t that the best reason to marry me?” She turned to face him again.
“I am marrying you.” She sat down, pulling him closer. She watched as doubt clouded his eyes fro a second. “Can we talk about this in the morning?”
Alright.” He kissed her softly as she wrapped herself around him again, pulling him down on top of her. “I guess I can think of a few other things we can talk about tonight.” He smirked down at her.
Her soft laugh slowly changed into a moan as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples.
“Oh really?” She let out a breathy groan. “Do tell!”
He chuckled quietly. The only answer she got was the feel of him pressing into her again.
She couldn’t think of a better topic of conversation.
Bobby’s kisses were nice. They were soft, sweet, familiar and comfortable. They were the perfect kisses for what Bobby and Roxxy were to each other. He would never push her into something she wasn’t sure of, and she was always there to give him that shove when he needed it. Everything about them was comfortable.
When they had gotten to her room, they’d taken their time. They sat and caught up for what would have seemed like ages to anyone else. But there was a lot to catch up on. His training and hers, her journey over, any news that wouldn’t fit into her letters or his mother’s.
As the night wore on, they cuddled up on her bed. As always, things had started out very slowly, almost tentatively, with those soft comfortable kisses. “Bobby,” Roxxy blinked up at him. “I’m not made of glass.”
He stopped at stared at her for a moment. “I… I don’t want to rush anything. I mean…”
“It’s been awhile, Bobby. I know that and I know what you probably want right now.” She smiled. “It’s okay.”
“I don’t want to…” he took a deep breath and let his hand move up her thigh, over the top of her stocking. “I don’t want to hurt you, Rox.”
Her smile widened. “I think I’ll be okay, Bobby.”
He let out a bit of a laugh. “Well, if you insist.” His hand slid higher, his fingers finding her center. A few strokes across her sex made her breath catch. She pushed him back, driving that nervous energy from him with a kiss before getting out of her clothes. He did the same and a few minutes later, those soft comfortable kisses weren’t limited to her lips. He lifted his head from her breast and caught her eyes with his. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, letting her legs fall open to him. She gasped as he pressed into her. He moved slowly, almost as if he were afraid she’d crumble in his arms. “Bobby…”
A litany of endearments spilled from his lips as he moved inside her. He told her everything one was supposed to tell the woman they loved while they made love to her. She bit her lip as his pace sped a little. “Rox…”
“Don’t stop.” She shook her head. “It feels good, Bobby, don’t stop.” She tightened her grip on him. The pleasure was swelling in her; she could feel it and she wanted to share it with him. They shared everything else, but this… this was different. His pace sped again and she gasped. She felt him tense a moment later as he reached his peak.
He rolled over to her side, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I love you.” He smiled at her before a yawn took the smile away.
She pressed another kiss to his cheek. “I love you too.” He set his head down on the pillow and was out before she had turned the lamp off. She lay there, watching him for a moment. Yes, she loved him. It was a comfortable, well worn feeling. The sort of feeling that would last them throughout a long life together. She smiled softly and pulled the blankets up around herself.
A certain restlessness took hold of her. She knew what it was. She sighed and rolled onto her back letting her hand wander down her body. She took a deep breath before pressing her fingers against her sex, finding the small spot that would drive her crazy. Just before she moved her fingers she heard something through the wall.
The music that had been coming from across the hall earlier was replaced by a soft keening sound, muffled by the wooden walls, but still audible and recognizable. It sounded like Haley. In fact, she’d be willing to bet it was Haley. Roxxy bit her lip and listened intently for a moment. If she strained she could hear what they were saying. A few words would drop out and become unintelligible from time to time, but the gist of the conversation was pretty clear.
“… Clint, please…”
“Not yet, I just want to touch you… oaning like that, someone’s going to hear…”
“…don’t care. I… you now.”
Another moan punctuated the last statement and Roxxy felt a tremor run through her as her fingers began to move. Every sound that made it to her ears seemed more intense as they continued to do… well, Roxxy was entirely sure she could guess what was happening as the only voice she heard letting out such wanton noises was Haley’s. Really, he could be doing just about anything to her.
That almost made Roxxy moan. She bit her lip, trying not to wake the man beside her. She imaged all sorts of things, not being done to her friend, but to her. Fingers, lips, tongue… being touched in every way someone could touch her and in every place imaginable. Nipples, thighs, sex… her body twitched and she swallowed a low moan just as apparently Clint swallowed a cry from Haley. The half formed sound of passion drove Roxxy closer to the edge.
She shifted her hand, sliding two fingers into herself and biting back another moan. Her other hand came into play, taking up the task of stroking that little bundle of nerves at her apex. She was so close, and by the sounds of things, she wasn’t alone. She listened as her flat mate begged her lover for more, begged him to give in and take her, begged him to end it and take her over the edge. Roxxy felt herself teeter on the precipice for a moment as the couple across the hall went silent. A strangled cry slipped across the space, telling Roxxy a moment before her own climax blurred her thoughts that Clint had given in and given Haley what she was begging for.
She lay there, trying to catch her breath and hearing that, apparently, the couple across the hall wasn’t done. She shook her head. Surely those two were some kind of lightning in a bottle. She’d said just that to Haley more times than she could count. Not everyone gets that movie love. But…
She shook her head, snuggling up to Bobby. Unconsciously, he shifted, wrapping an arm around her. No, she told herself. Fire like that… like what was going on across the hall; that was fleeting. That would fade. She was sure of it. Even love had to have a balance. Still, she wondered what exactly it would be like to have someone want her like that; to want someone like that.
Bobby pulled her closer and she dismissed the voice in her head. This… this warm, comfortable feeling would last them forever.
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now let's see those boys get out of Mrs. Carlilse's house without getting caught. that'll be a trick, i think.
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*chuckle* I do have a plan for that... we'll see if it actually goes off with any major hitches. lol
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Loved it Daz. Everyone is as happy as a clam right now. And I'm with LDF on getting the guys out of the house before Mrs. Carlile's house undetected. That is going to take a lot of ingenuity to pull off. Peter is lucky that he doesn't have to. All three would be almost a chore. ( I think...don't listen to me.. heh heh )
Again, lovely m'dear.
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Don't worry about the boys. I've got it all worked out. They'll be just fine. LOL Mrs. Carlisle will most likely try to make Pete breakfast. LOL I think she's got a bit of a crush on him. ;)
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Do I detect a bit of wistfulness in Roxxy? Somebody needs to give Bobby a copy of the Kama Sutra. Fast! lol
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You might... I will say no more than that. *evil laughter*
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Looking forward to the next chapter.
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Getting the boys out is going to be fun. lol
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Thank you so much! I really have a soft spot for this era so I'm glad you think I'm getting it right. :) There will probably be more music as chapters move along, so... we'll see how that goes. lol
Hopefully I can get something moving on this soon... I've hit a bit of a block but with any luck, I'll crack it soon. :)
thanks again for reading this! :D