Masters Of The Air | Imagines & Short Stories

1 | Curt Biddick

| Short story |

Women had no place in the battle field, no matter whether it was in the air, on the ground or on the water.

At least that's what the geniuses called men said. So when Y/N decided to help out in the war, she cut her hair short, she fooled the military and received training like any other man enlisting into the endless war.

She had fooled everyone, she had successfully flown to Thorpe Abotts and had even made a few acquaintances, but she kept to herself always.

Even after she made Major.

She had flown ten missions, the last was a mess. She had lost a lot of men. So as soon as the tires hit the runway, she exited the plane as fast as she could.

She was about to break down, she needed a safe place to do so. "Y/L/N!" Curt Biddick shouted, he sounded furious so you didn't bother stopping, you just had to escape the eyes.

"Y/L/N! Stop!" Curt shouted. You continued till you entered a small forest, trees and leaves surrounding you, you sat down hoping that Biddick wouldn't see you.

Curt had always been trying to get to know you, you were sure he secretly knew about you being a woman, but he never said anything.

"Y/L/N—easy—" Curt called out from beside you, out of reflex you had launched your fist his way, but he caught it and sat down next to you.

"How many knows?" He asked. "Knows what?" You ask in a low voice. "That you're the first woman in the air?" Curt asked and looked down at you.

The game was over.

You leaned your head back against the tree and kept quiet. "Nobody? Not a single man in here?" Curt asked impressed.

"No" You answered.

"You can tell everyone. I don't care" You retort and look away from him. "I have no reason to. I have known for a while"

"What happened today, it's just another day of the war. Don't take it personal" Curt said with a sigh, he knew the pain all too well.

"It's hard not to" You say and look at him. "I know" he nudges your shoulder and the small gesture gets a smile up on your face.

"When things get hard, come to me. Your secret is safe with me Y/N" Curt knowing your first name surprised you, you had specifically made sure that only your last name was out in the open.

"Thank you, Curtis" you say and smile at him.

The following missions you two found comfort in each other, being able to talk about the missions openly.

You went from not talking to a single soul, to talking to Curt every time you guys came back from a mission.

Though after another failure of a mission, you lost one of your crew members. Buck and Bucky were MIA.

Even though you made sure to stay away, the two always showed kindness towards you.

In the middle of the night you were unable to sleep, so you went to Curt's hut. You snuck in and kneeled next to his bed. "Curt?" You whispered, careful not to wake anyone else up.

"Curt?" You whispered again and gently touched his shoulder. He opened his eyes calmly and nodded his head to you, knowing exactly what you needed.

You snuck back out and he followed, he pulled on a jacket as he caught up to you. "You good?" He asked quietly.

"I keep thinking about them" You answered and he knew from then that you weren't okay.

You walked onto the runaway to the planes, at a random one you both got onto the wing and sat there.

"Buck and Bucky went down" you say, but he already knows. Curt nods despite he already knew.

"We will get through this together" Curt slowly said and took your hand in his.

You look up at him, his eyes locking with yours and for a moment you forget who you are supposed to be and you lean in.

Curt meets you halfway and kisses you eagerly. To drown your guilt and your grief, you drown in Curt's comfort.

Both of you knew what you needed.

You didn't stop till Curt was buried deeply into you, you straddled him as he grabbed your hips, moving his own as he fucked you.

You kept a moan down as you moved your hips in a rhythm with his, pleasure hitting both of you to blind the grief and pain.

Giving you the ecstasy you both needed to stay sane, even if just for a moment. "Oh fuck" you moaned and Curt groaned.

The morning after, Curt stayed by you at all times until you had to go back in the air.

"You growing keen on Major Y/L/N, Biddick?" One of the crew members snickered.

"He's a good pilot" Curt retorted and shot death glared at them, shutting them up instantly.

"He is a mystery, you know something we don't?" Another asked. "Just focus on the mission" Curt responded.

On cue your air plane rolled past Curt's plane and you shot him a nod and a wink. He returned the nod and laughed a little under his breath.

After another mission the two let off steam by finding abandoned or quiet places to fuck everything out of their system.

Whether if it was in the bunker, the hut, the showers or the cafeteria in the after hours.

"You've been getting a lot of rubbers sent to you, Biddick. Why is that?" One of his members called out.

"Stay out of my business" Curt called out. "Find yourself a little lady in the area?"

"I'm not the type to kiss and tell" Curt retorted. "Liar"

Curt laughed and shook his head before heading out. A pub nearby was where you were waiting for him.

It hadn't taken you two seconds to pull his shirt up, when he had walked through that door. He had just as eagerly undone your pants, both never stopping till he was deeply inside of you.

"Marry me" Curt he groaned out after he came. He laid down beside you and you intertwined your fingers with his, playing with them.

"Why?" You ask him with a smirk. "Because then I can kiss you anytime I want" Curt said before kissing you again.

"I do like kissing you" you mutter between kisses. "Hmm yeah?" Curt muttered and kissed you again.

"Yeah" you whispered and deepened the kiss. "Yes" you say once you part for air, his nose is pressed against yours and you're gazing into each others eyes.

"Yes?" Curt repeats. "Yes, idiot" You repeat and Curt smiles widely before rolling you over, him on top of you.

"Mrs. Y/N Biddick"