Heal Me

2

The airport buzzed with energy. It was a chaotic blend of laughter, announcements, and the shuffling of feet. I sat on a hard plastic chair, nervously tapping my foot against the floor. The large arrivals board flickered above, and my heart raced with each new update. I glanced at the time—he was supposed to arrive in just a few minutes. I couldn't help but wonder how he'd changed during his time away. Had the army molded him into someone new? I picked up my phone, scrolling through our texts. His last message echoed in my mind: *"Can't wait to be home with you and the baby."* I clung to that sentiment, but doubt lingered.
The crowd began to shift, and my breath caught as I spotted the first glimpse of uniformed soldiers. My heart leapt, but as the figures came closer, I didn't see him. I scanned the faces, my anticipation tinged with fear. What if he didn't want to come home?
Just then, I saw him—tall, with the same sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes I remembered, though now they carried a weight I hadn't anticipated. I jumped up, waving, but he didn't notice. He looked straight ahead, expression serious, as he moved through the crowd.
"Ethan!" I called out, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety.
He turned, and a flicker of recognition crossed his face before he broke into a small smile. "Ellie!"
I tried to brush off the change I sensed in him. "How was your flight?"
He shrugged, looking around as if searching for something more than just the answer to my question. "Good."
As we walked toward the baggage claim, I tried to engage him, to pull out the warmth I knew was buried beneath his exterior. "The baby can't wait to see you!"
Ethan nodded, but his eyes were distant. "I missed her."
"Are you excited to be back?" I ventured, looking for a spark in his eyes.
"Sure," he replied, his gaze focused on the ground. "It's good to be home."
We needed to talk, and I could sense the weight of unspoken words hovering over us like a storm cloud. I turned to him, trying to keep my voice steady. "Ethan, we need to discuss your orders."
He froze for a moment, then exhaled slowly. "Yeah, I know."
"I just... I want to be honest," I said, my heart racing. "I don't want to move to Kentucky."
He looked at me, eyes narrowing. "Ellie, we've been over this. I have to go where I'm told."
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration seeping into his voice. "I don't have time for this, Ellie. The orders are already set. I'm not asking you to leave everything behind; I'm asking you to support my decision."
I felt my heart sink. "Support? This doesn't feel like support; it feels like I'm being pushed into a corner."
"Look, this is what I signed up for," he snapped, his voice cold. "And I thought you'd understand that."
"Understand what? That I'm supposed to just follow you wherever you go? What about my life? What about our baby?"
He turned away, the coldness in his demeanor growing. "I thought you'd be more supportive, Ellie. I'm trying to do what's best for our family."
"Best for our family?" I repeated, incredulity spilling over. "You mean what's best for you, don't you?"
He glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."
The weight of his words crashed over me like a wave, and I felt the tears prick at my eyes. I had hoped for a joyful reunion, but instead, I felt more lost than ever. "Ethan..."
He turned away, moving toward the parking lot, leaving me standing there, feeling the distance between us widen. I wanted to scream, to shake him out of this fog, but instead, I swallowed the words that threatened to spill out. As I followed him, I realized this was only the beginning of a struggle I wasn't sure we were ready to face. The uncertainty of our future loomed ahead, and the ache in my heart only grew stronger with every step we took apart.
That night I lay in bed, my body coiled tight with anger and frustration. It had been a long, exhausting day filled with heated arguments and tears. The thought of moving across the country sent a wave of panic through me, and I felt resentment bubbling up inside me. I knew I was being selfish, but I couldn't help it.
Our argument escalated, morphing what should have been a joyful reunion into a bitter battle of words. The tension between us was palpable, like an electric charge in the air. I could feel the frustration radiating off him, and I knew he was just as angry as I was, but I couldn't bring myself to apologize or even soften my stance. I turned my back to him, and stared out of the window, my mind racing with thoughts of our uncertain future. What did it mean for us? I didn't love him the way he needed me to, and that realization gnawed at me like a persistent ache. I had never wanted to hurt him, but I couldn't ignore my own fears.
Ethan shifted in the bed, his movements deliberate and purposeful. I felt his hand gently caressing my shoulder, a silent plea for reconciliation. I tensed, unsure of how to respond. I wanted to push him away, to continue our argument, but something in his touch made my resolve waver.
"Ellie," he whispered, his warm breath tickling my neck. "We don't have to decide tonight. Let's just... forget about it for now." His voice was tender, and filled with a hint of desperation.
I remained silent, my body still rigid. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't that simple, that I couldn't just forget, but his touch was having an effect on me. His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shivers through my body. I could feel the heat of my anger melting away, and being replaced by a different kind of heat.
He rolled towards me, his muscular body pressing against my back. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple through the thin fabric of my tank top. I bit my lip, torn between resisting and surrendering to the pleasure his touch invoked.
"You're so beautiful, Ellie," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Let me show you how much I've missed you."
His words sent a jolt through my body, and I felt my resistance crumbling. I knew I should stop him, but my body craved his touch. It craved the release that he could provide. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment. Ethan's hand slid beneath my shirt, and he cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, causing them to harden further. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hands, silently begging for more.
"That's it, Ellie," he whispered, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck.
He continued his sensual assault, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and bites down my spine. I shivered as his hands traveled lower, sliding beneath the waistband of my shorts. His fingers brushed against my damp panties, and I couldn't suppress a soft moan.
Ethan chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through my body. "So wet already, Ellie."
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion. I lifted my hips to aid his efforts, leaving me completely naked beneath the covers. His hand returned to my breast, squeezing gently as his other hand explored my inner thighs. I spread my legs willingly, inviting his touch. His fingers teased my pussy lips, stroking the sensitive folds, making me squirm with anticipation.
"Please, Ethan," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.
He chuckled again, the sound sending a thrill through me. "Impatient, are we?"
I bit my lip, hating that he could read my needs so easily, but at the same time, I was desperate for his touch. He continued to tease me, his fingers dipping into my wetness, circling my clit, but never quite giving me what I craved.
"Ethan, please," I whimpered, my hips thrusting involuntarily, seeking more contact.
He obliged, sliding one finger inside me, his thumb still circling my clit. I moaned, my body instantly responding to his touch. He added another finger, stretching me, filling me, and I couldn't hold back my cries of pleasure.
"That's it, Ellie, let me hear you," he encouraged, his fingers working their magic.
I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body writhing beneath him. His fingers pumped in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit in steady circles, driving me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling in my core.
"Ethan," I gasped, my words lost as my body convulsed around his fingers.
He didn't let up, continuing his relentless assault as my orgasm crashed over me. I cried out, my body trembling, my juices flowing freely as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
Ethan slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. "You taste so sweet, Ellie," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
I lay there, panting, my body still pulsating with aftershocks. I wanted more, needed more, but I was also aware of the power he held over me in this moment.
Ethan climbed on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I opened my legs willingly, wrapping them around his waist, inviting him in. He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip of his cock, and I pushed against him, eager for his invasion.
"Please, Ethan," I begged, my hands gripping his shoulders.
With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. I gasped at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate his size. He paused, letting me adjust to his girth, his breath ragged in my ear.
"You feel so fucking good, Ellie," he grunted, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
He pulled out almost entirely, only to slam back into me, his pace increasing with each thrust. I matched his rhythm, meeting his hips with my own, our bodies moving as one. The bed creaked beneath us, the only other sound being our heavy breathing and the wet, slapping sounds of our bodies coming together.
"Ethan," I moaned, my nails digging into his back.
His grunts grew louder, and I knew he was close.
"Touch yourself, Ellie," he grunted, his hips never slowing.
I reached down, my fingers finding my swollen clit, circling it frantically as Ethan's cock filled me over and over. I could feel my orgasm building again, a different kind of pleasure this time, more intense, more primal.
"I'm gonna cum, Ellie,"he groaned, his body tensing.
I tightened my grip on his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I felt his cock twitch and pulse inside me, filling me with his hot seed. We came together, our cries mingling in the darkness, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. Ethan collapsed on top of me, his breath ragged against my neck. I ran my hands through his hair, holding him close, savoring the intimacy of the moment.
As I lay there in the quiet aftermath, I knew I had to at least give this a chance, to allow myself to believe in the possibility of us. Turning my head, I glanced at Ethan, his features softened in sleep, his breathing steady and calm. In that moment, I saw the man I had first met—the one who made me laugh, who held my hand through dark times. With a shaky breath, I closed my eyes, willing myself to relax into this moment. It was time to let go of some of the fear and resentment, and to open my heart even a fraction. I reached out, brushing my fingers lightly against his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but if I wanted a chance at something real, I had to be willing to try.