Disavowed but Not Forgotten (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 Fanfiction) ✓

Chapter 32

Author's Note: If you have any writing tips, please feel free to comment.

Again, I gratefully accept constructive criticism as a means to help me develop my skills as a writer.

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Chapter 32

Simon was packing his web and camo into his duffle bag as Charlene looked at him with uncertainty. She handed him his favorite fleece jerseys with the flag of the United Kingdom sewed on the right arm.

"You've been awfully quiet," he said, rolling the clothes up to fit in better.

"How long will you be gone?"

"No idea."

"And you cannot tell me anything can you?" she asked, frustrated.

He faced her and rested her hand on her shoulder. She did not look miserable; she had that stern look she always had when he messed up in spite of being innocent.

"Charlene, you know I can't tell you anything. It's classified."

"I know sweetheart. Of all people, I should know that."

He continued packing but at the corner of his eye saw Charlene clutching her head. He frowned and became concerned when her expression turned sour.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"What? Yes, yes I'm fine," she said hastily, rubbing her stomach.

"Are you feeling sick?"

"It's just some heartburn. It'll pass."

"Ok," he said, not convinced at all. He slung his bag over his shoulder and embraced her.

"Are you sure you'll be ok?"

She threw him an annoyed look and punched him playfully.

"Go! And take care," she implored.

"You too. If there is an emergency-"

"Oh for God's sake Simon! If the toaster attacks me, I'll call you."

He grinned cheekily, planted a kiss on her forehead and went swiftly outside.

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MacTavish was breathing deeply as sweat was trickling down his body. A smile was etched on his face at the vision of the most stunning woman was lying next to him. Her eyes met his and grinned. That was an intense morning indeed.

He immediately lost all reason at the sight of Malloy's exposed body. He wanted to remember how her skin felt supple and soft like silk; he wanted to experience again her chest against his, her breath on his neck, her lips pressing on his and he finally got what he wished for.

He brushed away the strands of hair that fell in front of her face and stroked her cheek. She squeezed herself at his side and rested her head on his shoulder.

"We should have done this a very long time ago," he murmured.

"Hmm, I agree."

"I need a cold shower," he blurted out.

"No," she said firmly as she held him closer.

He chuckled as he gave her a peck on the lips. That peck turned into a passionate kiss and each caress became a tight grasp. Their fingers intertwining, their tongues exploring each other's mouths and her breast pressing up against his chest.

She absolutely adored that warm feeling engulfing her when he's inside her. The man knew how to treat her; he knew how she liked it whether it was rough or gentle, he knew that particular spot on her neck makes her shiver and twitch. He knew her inside and out, and she loved it.