My Sweet Valentine

Risky love

Reading her own journal, Valentine remembered with a heavy heart that summer when she lost the kindest person who ever walk on earth. She looked at the picture on the wall where she was with all the guys from that golden generation of Top Gun. They laughed as Ron, Tom, Goose and Maverick lifted her into the air. They had a photo shoot that marked each generation. And years later, she often heard from Carole on the phone until her death. She was by her side in everything. She helped her with little Bradley who grew up to be a real man who was a true copy of his father. Mild nature and Carol's stubbornness.

Ron was trying his hardest to stay on top of the points leaderboard. I would see him in the corridors because he flew all day and studied the theoretical part of the training at night. I felt sorry for him, how torn he was. I wanted to be there with him. Lotty returned to Washington to work without being able to persuade Maverick to return to training. He blamed himself for Goose's death, and I felt guilty for shoving it in his face that he was going to kill someone. Viper gave me tasks that taught me and prepared me to advance from the position of his assistant. I was sad because I could only hear Ron on the phone and he sounded tortured. After completing all the important tasks, I decided to go to the pilot's dressing room. The pilots came out one by one and they all nodded at me with a small smile. Iceman came out last. He approached me and hugged me. I felt his cheek on mine.

"Go to him. He's bursting. I'm afraid he's not well. He's alone inside, everyone's gone." he whispered to me so that others could not hear him and let me go from his embrace. He was worried about his friend, brother and colleague. I walked into the locker room to find him sitting on the floor in just his underwear with his back against his locker with a metal plate carved with the letters 'Slider'.

"Pilot? You okay?" I approached him step by step. Like a frightened animal in trouble. He raised his head with a tired face, blue under-eye circles and bloodshot eyes. He was tired and sleepless.

"I don't know, Cinderella. I don't know." he sniffed. He fought not to sob. I approached him and hugged him. He cried instantly. He hugged me and pulled me to him. I was afraid to ask what was going on. He was sobbing softly on my shoulder. I scratched his shoulder.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I'm just exhausted. Tom is exhausted too. We're fighting to stay on top. Graduation is in a week."

"Hey, look at me. I'm here. I'm with you. I don't know what else to tell you except that this is all over soon." I consoled him kneeling before him.

"I'm so tired. I can't see you at all. We fly again in an hour."

"I know, dear. I love you. Hold on just a little longer. You're at the top. The hardest part is over."

"Thank God he sent you to me that day on the beach." he said and connected our lips. He kissed me and pulled me to him. I sat on him and felt his excitement under the elastic fabric of his underwear. He trailed kisses down my neck and I had to be really quiet so the base wouldn't hear my sighs. I wanted him. His fingers roamed under my shirt caressing my skin. Every touch was like the softest cotton. Fun fact: I wore a long, wide skirt. Ron's hands ran over my thighs, searching for the hem of my panties. He pulled me even closer and positioned me above him and looked for permission. He moved my panties aside and felt my wetness. He put the tip of his cock on my entrance and slowly entered. I covered my lips with my palm and rolled my eyes with pleasure. I straightened up and hesitated at his intention to make unprotected love here.