Syverson

Chapter Twelve

Authors note:

Some implied smut.


Syverson

When Vix left, I slept like a log. That God damn girl was insatiable. I needed to start working out more regularly if I was going to keep up with her fine ass. I don't think I had ever had so much sex in so short a time in my life. Even my honeymoon wasn't a fuck fest like that had been. By the time she left, I was beyond spent and to be honest, my dick was sore.

I wasn't complaining. It was amazing. Vix was amazing. She challenged me in a way no woman had before. She made me want to get down on my knees and worship the ground she walked on. But she also made my most basic instincts come out, and I wanted to own her, claim every part of her body and never let her go. I wanted to take care of her, and I wanted to be the one she came to when she had problems. I wanted to make her moan and say my name over and over. When I was with her, I had never felt so weak yet so powerful in my life.

I hadn't seen Vix in three days, and I was getting antsy. She was coming over later that evening, and the closer it got to her coming over, the worse I got. God damn, it was as bad as waiting for dusk before a mission. At least then, I wasn't alone. Now it's just me and my dick, and my dick was winning. I needed to get my mind off her for a while.

I finally decided to ring Softy. He apologised for being a dick. I said alright, but warned him I didn't think I could be around Rob again. Softy agreed and said he'd catch up with me soon.

"Maybe the four of us could get together soon. If Vix is ok with it." Softy said.

"Why wouldn't she be?" I asked.

"I said some pretty shitty things to her. You know after you left." Softy sighed. I saw red. "Then I put Rob on the phone, and he..."

"You fucking did what?" I was ropable. I felt my stomach twist.

"Look, I fucked up bad, ok. I'll talk to Vix and sort it out."

"Listen to me, Softy. You want some free advice? Don't you ever let that piece of shit near Vix again? I swear to you I'll fuck your shit up faster than a cheap dress comes off on prom night." Images of my fist hitting Rob's nose filled my mind. I wanted to feel the crunch as his nose shattered. Fuck that would feel good.

"Jesus Christ, Syverson," Softy said. "Take a fucking chill pill. I left Rob not long after the phone call. Listening to him spew his garbage to Vix, I... fuck man, I don't know. It made me realise I didn't want to be like him. I want to be with Jess and only Jess. Fuck bro, I can't explain it."

"Alright, Softy, alright." I had calmed a bit with his explanation. But my reaction even scared me. That fucking piece of shit. I had to do something instead of letting this shit stew in my mind.

I was getting so restless. I went to the beach. I still fucking hated sand, but I had to find something to keep me occupied. I wasn't used to having so much time on my hands. Yeah, there was a lot of downtime on deployment, but I always had paperwork and planning and dealing with personnel keep me busy. I probably would have moved on, got that camper and been halfway to Alice Springs if I hadn't met Vix.

I went back to my apartment and decided to go down to the parking lot and clean my truck while I waited for Vix. It didn't matter how hard I had tried to wash the sand off. It was still there, and the thought of it in the carpet pissed me off.

I felt eyes on me while I was hunched over, trying to get under the pedals to get all the sand. I turned the vacuum off, and there was Vix, leaning back on her car, her hands behind her, resting on the hood. I felt my shoulders relax, and the tension I had felt all day was gone. My Kitten was back.