Band of Brothers Oneshots

Darling, I'm All Yours

Pairings: Dick Winters x y/n Summary: Dick isn't a possessive man, but when he sees Y/n taking to Speirs and Lipton he can't help but feel a little helps
Warnings: smut, swearing, dominance, 18+,
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Dick Winters had always been a gentleman man, generally quietly spoken, especially when it came to Y/n. They had been friends before an incident one night had caused them to become closer. Y/n wouldn't have said they were courting, more like lovers. When Dick needed distraction she was there to provide it, when Y/n had a long day Dick was there to help her relax.
It was a mutual, unspoken agreement that worked for them and despite the lingering gazes and secret touches they never addressed what they felt for each other. They just went through each day as normal and by night they were back in each other's arms, whether that be cuddling in the armchair in Dick's office or making love in the small one-man cot. It wasn't the most comfortable but they made do with what they had, and any evening spent with Dick made Y/n forget about any other worries that may have previously preoccupied her mind.
Every stroke was so soft, so loving, that she could barely speak her own name by the end of the night. Dick's constant worried reassurances and endless questions to ensure he wasn't hurting her were endearing, if not a little unnecessary at times. Y/n couldn't even remember how many times she had to assure him that she was enjoying herself. He was in constant fear that she would think he was using her for his own pleasure, when in reality he didn't even care if he reached his own release, as long as she did.
Only the other night Y/n had woken up alone, wrapped in Dick's bedsheets. She rolled over, noticing the light in his office seeping through the crack in the door, flooding the room with a yellow glow. Huffing she rolled out of bed, pulling the sheets with her and shuffling over to the office door, peering around it to see Dick, bent over his desk in his skivvies, the muscles over his shoulders tight and knotted.
"Dick, come back to bed," she mumbled, pressing her lips along the exposed skin of his shoulder blades, feeling the way his flesh rippled, goosebumps appearing beneath her touch.
"I'll be there in a minute, Love," he reassured her, pressing his lips below the lobe of her ear, breathing in her familiar scent before falling down into his desk chair with a sigh.
YIn knew what Dick was like, she could go back to bed and an hour later he'd still be sitting here.
"Not a chance, Dick. Come on, let me give you a little distraction." She sunk down onto his lap, unwrapping the bedsheets and allowing them to fall to the floor.

Dick smiled, looking at her with utter adoration as he cupped her cheek, smoothing his thumb over her pale flesh and she leant her naked form into him, pressing her hips against his.
A low moan escaped through his lips and he groaned, "You'll be the death of me."
That was a week ago now. Dick had been in his office most days, flitting between meetings, mission briefings and briefing his officers that he'd barely managed to find two minutes to spend with Y/n. She understood, she had been busy too with her own work at headquarters but she missed his loving arms wrapping around her, the soft kisses he'd planted on her neck.
She leaned against the wall outside his office, her eyes closed as the warm afternoon sun shone down on her, seeping through her thick uniform.
Someone cleared their voice beside her and she cracked open her left eye, noticing two familiar faces.
"Captain Speirs, Lieutenant Lipton," she nodded at them. Despite her rank only being a Lieutenant the officers of Easy Company never played the rank card, especially not Speirs. She'd warmed to the cold-hearted Captain instantly and they had an understanding.

"Lieutenant Y/l/n," they both greeted her.
"What brings you over here?" Lipton asked, leaning against the wall beside her with a smile.
"Got these for Major Winters," she motioned to the two brown envelopes in her hand. That wasn't the real reason she was over here, but Lipton didn't need to know that, he just nodded, satisfied with the answer.
"Cigarette," Speirs offered, pulling the pack of Lucky Strikes from his breast pocket. Lipton and Y/n didn't hesitate, pulling out a cigarette each.
They'd both heard the rumours and knew none of the enlisted men would take cigarettes from Speirs but they had no problem with that. After seeing the way he'd run into Foy with 88mm shells falling at his feet, well you'd just about follow that man anywhere too.
Y/n lit the end of her cigarette, sighing as she exhaled the smoke, "Do you know how long he's been in that meeting?" She motioned to the office door that led into Dick's office.
Lipton shook his head but Speirs nodded, "He's been in there over an hour, don't know how much longer you'll have to wait."
"Well then," Y/n moved to perch herself on the stone wall, "I could use some company while I wait."
Dick looked out of his office window, running his hand down his tired face. Supply meetings had never been something that interested Dick but lately he was finding them even more mind-numbing. His eyes scanned over his surroundings, noticing the three figures seated on the stone wall outside. He recognises those long blonde curls anywhere as she throws her head back, laughing at something Speirs had said. He knew that she had friends in Easy Company, she'd spent enough time around Dick's men over the last year that she knew nearly all of them and he was fine with that, happy even. He just didn't like the way she seemed so familiar with the Captain, laughing at his jokes like they were old friends.
His hands gripped tightly at the window seal, nails digging into the soft wood beneath his fingers. Something inside him seemed to grow, bubbling up in his chest as his jaw tightened. Was he jealous? No, of course not, they were just friends, and yet...
Dick found his legs carrying him down the hall, throwing open the wooden door and causing the three people to jump, poor Lipton nearly toppled off the wall at the sudden outburst.