𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Long Distance Love

I'm outside planting some new herbs and flowers for the garden with the sun shining on my back when my phone buzzes. I sigh, wiping the sweat from my head and the mud from my hands before picking up my phone, heart skipping a beat when I see it's a new text from Leon. He's been gone two weeks with no end in sight for his mission, and I really miss him.

I open his text, finding that it's a photo. Opening it I see that it's of a small coffee shop, snow is drifting past the window and there's a steaming mug of coffee on a rickety wooden table. The text appears a second later, with Leon writing 'This place reminded me of you, I bet you'd love it here.'

I smile at his words and the warmth I feel knowing he's thinking of me, plus he's right, it looks so cosy and reminds me of a small fictional town in one of my books, especially with the snowy mountains in the distance. I reply with an agreement, then take a photo of my contrasting sunny, little garden in process, sending it to Leon with a text that reads 'I've been planting these for you, I know you like using the herbs in your cooking and the flowers are for me.'

I get a reply not long after. 'Looks beautiful, not as pretty as you though.' I laugh at his cheesy flirting and begin to ask him how he is, which thankfully pays off because he's been needing to vent to someone about the shitty things he's had to deal with. We talk for a while as I sit on the grass, the sun slowly making its way across the garden until shadows are causing me to shiver. At the same time Leon tells me he has to get back to work, so we just send each other a heart since goodbyes aren't a thing between us, not after the countless times Leon's barely made it back to me.

The next day as I'm putting away some laundry my phone buzzes, sending a thrill through me. I grab it, tossing the bra from my hand over my shoulder as I focus on the more important thing. Once again Leon has sent me a photo, but this time it's of some boring pasta dish that's got some odd looking vegetables beside it. My heart pangs at Leon's lack of homecooked meals. Like yesterday a bubble of text appears. 

'I miss when food actually tasted good. Wanna send me a care package of those herbs?' 

I bite back a laugh as I take a deep breath, then reply with 'When you get back I'll make you all your favourites, poor baby.' 

I get a laughing emoji back, which is a surprise because Leon's not one for using them often. We talk about food for a while and some recipes I've been wanting to try, then Leon checks on me to see if I'm eating properly and drinking enough water, then we talk some more until Leon stops replying. I frown, waiting and waiting, but still nothing. I resume the chores I was doing, but a heavy weight of worry makes it hard to focus, worry consuming me at the different worst case scenarios. Thankfully that same night, around two in the morning, Leon's messages come through, explaining that he had some connection issues. His reply is sent with a photo of his single bed, with a single blanket and a lone crumped pillow. 

'I can't sleep without you. I miss waking up next to you too.'

I wipe the sleep from my eyes before replying, sending him a photo of my pouty face. 'I miss you too, I'm cold without you here.' We continue talking until my eyes grow heavy and I can't read the writing anymore, reluctantly I send him a heart, showing him that I'm saying 'goodbye' for now and that I love him. He sends me a longer message with a photo, but I don't read it until morning. 

'Sweet dreams beautiful, and good morning for when you wake up. I love you so much and can't wait to come back to you, hopefully it'll only be another week or so. I bought you a present from this antique shop I saw, and couldn't wait to show you. I bet you'll look stunning in it, since the gems go with the colour of your eyes.'

I open the photo to find a beautiful necklace resting in Leon's palm, small coloured gems shaped like a flower sit in the middle of the pendant. I smile, lounging in bed and hoping that the days pass fast so I can have my biggest present of all come home and kiss me. I sigh, glad that despite the distance between us mine and Leon's love is strong and full. 

SPICY EXTRAS: 

A few days later, at night I'm lying in bed, my fingers plunged inside of me as I try to make myself come, but it's no use. I've practically been conditioned to only come around Leon's mouth, fingers or cock. I sigh, giving up, until Leon sends a photo through. A renewed heat flares through me at the sight of his hand wrapped around his length, the tip red and shiny. I lick my lips, then take a photo of myself, sticking out my tongue for extra spice. 

Leon appreciates it because his next text reads 'Fuck baby, I just wanna come all over that pretty tongue of yours.' 

My pussy clenches at the thought of sucking off Leon, and I find my fingers pumping in and out of myself again, but this time accompanied with Leon's frequent pictures and instructions. 

'Start slow, and when you want to speed up don't, not until you're practically wetting the sheets. Show me when you come, I want to see my second favourite girl crying for me.' 

It doesn't take long to close my eyes and imagine Leon's fingers instead of my own, then with a sob of missing him but a cry of pleasure I come, panting and arching off of the bed. Leon sends me a photo of his hand covered in his spill, and I return the favour by sending him the content he wanted. He replies a few minutes later. 

'Good job sweetheart, only five more days until I can come and take over the job again. I love you.' 

I smile, wiping my hand and rereading his message until I have to dip my fingers under my shorts again.