𝐹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 - 𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓲 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽

lime and fluff. Mostly fluff.

For all references, Bryan here is played by Ross Butler.

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Ricky and Nini, end of senior year.

'Mmph, Ricky, right there, baby.' Nini managed to get out panting and moaning when Ricky sucked on a spot near her collarbone, as she arched her back, her fingers in his soft curls, as he left rough love bites all over her neck, his hands gripping her waist tightly.

Her hands went to his tee shirt, curling up the material between her fingers and without a second thought, he discarded it and continued on his quest to make Nini his. A few seconds later, as his hand slid under her shirt to roam his fingers on her skin, she threw the flimsy shirt she wore across the room, and lifted his head up to smash her lips against his in a sloppy, passion filled kiss, and she slipped her tongue in between, making him release a low groan.

'Ricky, I'm ready' She said, looking into his eyes. Her eyes were dark and filled with lust, as he hovered over her on her bed, almost as naked as her. 'Are you sure you want to do this, Nini?' He asked, lifting his face a little away from hers, and staring into her eyes, and her facial features that were illuminated beautifully by the dim night lamp in her room. 'Ricky. I want you. Now.'

'What about your moms?' Nini shook her head impatiently, answering that they were out for the weekend in a short breath, and put her hands to his chest and pushed him over, now sitting on top of him. Nini ground her center against his, and smirked when he let out a low grunt. He cussed under his breath softly, which she found incredibly hot, and slammed his lips against hers again, pushing her back down again, his hands around her waist. 'Then, have me.' He said, and Nini took that as her cue to pull down his boxers.

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Ricky, 22.
A Saturday morning, fall.
He let out a loud sigh, looking out of the army bus window next to him, airpods in his ear. He could finally go home. He was free.

Ricky had been recruited to the U.S. Army while he was 18 and had trained vigorously in Georgia and honestly, the only reason he would wake up every day was in the hopes of doing his duty and returning to Salt Lake City, and seeing Nini again.
Nini. The love of his life. The girl who stole his heart the first time he saw her in kindergarten. His first best friend. His first kiss. His girlfriend. The only thought that kept him going. Every single day.

Nini.

He looked down at his green army uniform, crisp and ironed as ever, his boots shiny and at the small colourful badges pinned to his shirt, that he had gotten from his toil for four years straight.

Pride.

Proud of doing his own little bit for his nation. Proud of all the deep scars that ran across his skin. Proud of the name he had achieved among his peers and superiors with his hard work. Proud of the dogtag that they had allowed him to keep as a gesture of kindness and as a memory of the honour of being there with them. Proud of the man he had become.

He fingered the cold metal dog tag hanging from his neck, running his finger over every etched letter slowly.

RICHARD MICHAEL BOWEN,
CORPORAL
ALPHA- 937436288910