Fuerzas Especiales, Las Almas, Mexico / 10-31-22 / 21:00
SPECIAL OPERATIVE LIEUTENANT "CHAOS" / TF-141 ASSOCIATE
With the manicured edges of her nails, Lorelai traced the sculpted ridges and dips of Simon's muscular posterior, finding endearment in the method of the man's body relaxing into the tenderness of her feathery touch. She admired his gorgeous physique resembling that of a Greek god fresh from his temple, blessing her with the sole right to bear witness to every inch that made Simon Riley who he was underneath the mask. The unprovoked nature of his willingness to shed his blood-soaked shroud and expose himself bare to a sheer stance of vulnerability swelled her heart beyond belief, tearing down the last bit of her walls torn apart with cracks and fissures. The lust-flooded glow surrounding his figure demanded her submission and she obeyed as if it was the last thing keeping the bits of her soul tied together.
Partnered with the transition of Lorelai's delicate hands transitioning to the tousled locks of Simon's hair, a gruff exhale fanned across the bareness of her stomach. The wispy quality of his breath sent a wave of beckoning chills up the curvature of her slouched spine, the silky quality of his hair engraving itself into the woman's vault of deeply cherished memories. The very idea of Simon Riley was an insurmountable force compared to the other men she had given herself to; Kick or Sinatra couldn't even begin to compete with him and the way he handled her during their several rounds of intimacy. Lorelai had become his most prized possession; cordial and gentleman-like outside their private quarters but tangled and tied up amongst the sheets, the woman was his to adore, claim, and fuck beyond returnable ruin and she enjoyed every last second of being dominated by a man of Simon's calibre.
Shining with the radiance of a twinkling star against the endless expanse of space, Lorelai finally had the courage to admit it was love that she felt for the man lying in her arms. Dismantling the armour forged from the hellfires of Operation Ballroom, as well as unravelling herself in front of Simon temporarily liberated her from the absence of humanity. The fractured soul that had been protected by Chaos for years had poetically found refuge in the man's hands with a single doting touch, soaking in the warmth of his scarred palms and slipping into a lax state. The safe haven created between the two weary soldiers was genuine and cathartic, truly a welcomed and valued shift in the demeanour of their prolonged mission.
At the very same, it was nothing short of a tragedy that nothing would last forever, that she would still have to face the reality of the dark void she continued to drown in despite the flickering flame that Simon managed to ignite within her. The shadows strangling her still remained powerful and until Operation Black Sonata was complete and her fallen was finally blessed with a semblance of peace, they would continue to haunt her and she could never truly be content with her blessings.
"Sweetheart."
The raspiness of Simon's voice pierced through the dark haze flooding her thoughts, effortlessly dragging her out of the self-administered despair that consistently slipped through the cracks.
"As much as I enjoy pulling on my hair," he added, shifting onto his side to meet her eyes. "This feels absentminded."
The burdening thoughts were immediately buried into the murky depths of Lorelai's mind, allowing the mental command of easing her solid grip to trickle through her fingers. With the slight tilt of the woman's head, she avoided Simon's concern as he sat up but briefly eyed the way he steadied himself against the bed shifting under his weight.
"What's wrong?" he beckoned gently, curling his fingers under her chin. "Is it your shoulder-"
"Us- just thinking about us," she admitted, tensely intertwining her fingers.
Lorelai flickered her oceanic eyes towards the man hunched before her, his stoic expression free from any dramatic urgency, rather, an embodiment of relaxed encouragement towards the thoughts crowding her head. She would never dare to underestimate the perceptiveness the lieutenant was capable of but even then, it still tended to surprise her.
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