You meet Jake Seresin in the middle of the worst date you've ever been on. What follows is a whirlwind of a life you never expected to live.
This fic is explicit and does describe mutually consensual sexual acts.
⚠ Crossposted on AO3 and Tumblr! ⚠
Disclaimers: Mentions of Injury, Arguments, Alcohol, Drunken talk, Smut, Consensual Sexual Relations
Warning: Female Reader
A/N: Here's part 7 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car). This chapter was my first time attempting to write an argument and I hope I did it justice. This is the third of the truly angsty chapters I have planned for this series. I hope you like it. This chapter is inspired by Dagny's Love You Like That. I highly suggest you listen to the song while you read. I also have about a million thanks for the lovely desert-fern on Tumblr for beta-reading this for me! Also! Look at my new watermark! casmitchell made it for me and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!
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"What do you mean you're going back to work in three weeks?" Your voice sounds incredulous and pained.
"I mean, I'm going back to work in three weeks." Jake sounds infuriated with you, and a part of you understands why - this is the fourth time you're having the same discussion.
He doesn't seem to understand how your world had imploded in seconds when you'd found out he'd been hurt. Jake had been in a coma for three weeks! He'd been so severely injured that you weren't sure at times if he'd ever recover from the trauma. You still wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares. Sometimes it's still the same nightmare you had in the hospital. But more and more it's you waking up to find Jake cold and clammy in the bed next to you.
All the while Jake slumbers peacefully next to you. He doesn't seem to understand the emotional toll his near loss has had on you. Maybe that's partially your fault. You've hidden your exhaustion from him, resolving to be his rock. So instead you drive him to each doctor's appointment and every physical therapy appointment, masking your worry by showing your love for him in every way you can.
"I don't get you at all. Why can't you understand?" Jake's glaring at you, thin and pale standing across the island in your kitchen. His eyes are molten emerald, glinting dangerously in the warm lights.
"Why can't you understand?" Heat crawls its way up your throat, uncomfortably prickling behind your eyes.
"You nearly died, Jake." You can't help how your voice breaks as you say that word.
"And?" He can't sound so matter of fact about this - like it is an everyday occurrence. Maybe it is - for him - but it's not for you. When you can't get your dry throat to cooperate, he continues.
"This is what you signed up for. I'm a Naval Aviator." He's breathing raggedly before he spits out, "Or did you forget that over the months we were apart? Did you forget that you'll never be my first priority? The Navy comes first. Flying comes first."
You feel like a marionette with all of its strings cut at his words. You can't believe this is Jake, your Jake, saying the words - the man you love, who claims to love you. You've made him your top priority since he's been injured. You haven't even seen Callie since the squadron got back. Jake has been your only focus. His words also send rage flowing through your veins.
