"You can't just leave me here!" Grace's voice bellows throughout the small house. She clutched onto the kitchen counter, her chest raising up and down rapidly from the constant arguing between her and her fiancé, Harry. He was going to leave tomorrow, to serve their country for the great war ahead of them. And obviously Grace didn't want him to leave her all alone; especially not after what happened with her father in the previous war.
"Grace you know I can't stay." he tells her, tentatively placing a shaking hand upon her shoulder. His voice was hoarse and he was crying. He always cried during arguments due to being overwhelmed with such quick emotions: he couldn't help himself, he was always emotional and sentimental when the couple shouted at each other as he despised it. She shrugs his hand off of her shoulder and moves away from him, now sitting on a wooden chair and placing both hands onto her face, almost as if she was trying to hide away from him.
There were a few moments of silence before Harry walked over to her and crouched down to her height, "Grace?" he asks softly, placing a hand onto her thigh. She ignored him and still kept her face hidden from him, not wanting to look up. Grace just wanted him to stay here. She didn't want him to go to war, as she feared that he'd never come back; just like her father. And she didn't want that. She didn't think she could deal with the pain and the trauma it had caused her before. Just thinking about it made her eyes start to water.
"Baby please, look at me." he whispers, moving strands of hair that had fallen in front of her already covered face. Grace rolled her eyes at him but slowly moved her hands away from her face, looking up into Harry's sad, red eyes from all of the crying he did. A few tears had escaped from her now watery eyes and so Harry used the pad of his thumb to wipe the tears away. She never usually cries in arguments; only if it's something like this.
"It's going to be okay, baby." he says, squeezing her thigh for reassurance. Grace sadly smiled at him through her tears and instantly embraced him into a hug. She never wanted to let go, she loved him so much and the thought of him dying out there terrified her. Harry breathes in Grace's perfume on her neck, trying to make it linger in his nose for a while so he doesn't forget it. He'd never forget it, yet he just wanted to make sure that he'd remember there was still a part of home with him. No matter where he goes, she'll always be there with him somewhere... anywhere.
Harry releases her and was about to stand up because his knees where aching from the position he was in. But Grace pulled him back, yet instead of hugging him she gently kissed him. Grace's right hand ran through Harry's short hair, (which she thought was one of his greatest features) whereas her other hand was rested on his lower back. Harry placed his left hand on her cold cheek, kissing her back tenderly. The two never wanted to release each other and they wanted to stay in this moment forever. Harry was definitely going to miss Grace's soft lips upon his and waking up everyday next to her with her wild, bed hair.
The two release to catch their breaths, although they didn't want to. They both stand up and whilst Grace dusts herself off, Harry couldn't help but stare at her. She was perfect to him and he loved her very much. Immediately, he cups her face with his huge hands and kisses her again: this time it was more eager and needy. He pushes her against the kitchen counter and the two explore each other. Harry groped at Grace's clothed, large breasts and Grace was already trying to tug Harry's pants down. Eventually, the pants were pooling at the bottom of his legs and Harry had unbuttoned Grace's blouse, finally having a proper grip of her breasts and nipples. Grace moans and struggles to pull down his underwear, due to the euphoria Harry was giving her by playing with her lovely tits.
She manages to pull them down and breaks the kiss and the contact between Harry's hands and her breasts, crouching down to his semi-hard thick cock. She confidently takes it in her small left hand and moves it up and down, teasing him slightly. He grunts and strokes her hair, whilst she slowly goes up and down.
