Hey guys, I'm back!!! It feels kinda weird being back but I've missed this so freaking much. Like I haven't really wrote a story since my junior year of high school but I'm in college now and in CARDI B's voice "the corona virus" is like taking over everything so my campus is shut down so I have so much time on my hands so yeah I'm gonna try to get back in the swing of things! ❤️💓❤️❤️❤️ ANYWAYS TO THE CHAPTER!!!!
Ps: this is like a continuation chapter to my first Pierson x Reader I made a couple years ago. Also I'm sorry if this isn't that great or I'm a little rusty. Its been a while but I just wanted to start writing again. Hope you all enjoy❤️😊
Set right after the Liberation of Paris:
Your POV:
Ever since the Liberation I haven't been sleeping well. Even though I never slept well in the first place since I enlisted, this was just much different. My eating habits had changed and just everything seemed off. It all started the day after celebration in Paris at the bar. Pierson hadn't talked to me since and it had been almost 3 weeks, not even a single word or even an attempt at eye contact. It's like he didn't want to acknowledge that I existed after our dance and kiss. He wouldn't even look up at me during mission briefings, or when I would catch him starting he would quickly turn his attention to something else. I just seemed slightly bizarre.
Looking back at the night we had was amazing. I felt like I had finally gotten him out of his shell and now he's just crawled back in and shut me out. But, it seems like love is the last thing on everyone's mind, after all we do have a war to win.
The wind started to pick up and I was walking around where we set up camp for the next couple weeks. In all honesty it made me depressed seeing how this quaint German town that must have been beautiful was quickly turning into rubble. It made me realize how unexpectedly and quick life can change. It also made me think about Pierson. I had never really been close to any of the guys in a romantic way in the platoon. This was my job and I took it seriously, being a woman during this time was hard and being in the armed forces was even more intense. But, the way Pierson kissed and danced with me that night, felt like something I had never experienced before. A part of me wanted to confront him and another part of me wanted to just let it go. But, it occurred to me that we could die at any moment right now, and if I'm going to die I want to at least let the person who I want and need the most to know how I feel.
The clouds and sky had started to darken as we started to turn in for the night. But, I wasn't tired as usual so I decided to walk the camp until I felt somewhat sleepy. As I was walking I happened to walk by Pierson's tent only to see Turner walk out of hit cursing under his breath. I made eye contact with him and spoke quietly "Lieutenant" he just nodded and walked in the other direction. Pierson was sitting at his desk as usual taking a swig of his flask and mumbling. I hesitated at the entrance, thinking if I truly did want to go in and confront him about the issue. But before I could say anything I heard his low voice speak " (y/l/n), you gonna just sit at the door or come in?" I was a little in shock from his saying anything to me as it had been nearly 3 weeks since he had even made eye contact with me. I walked slowly into the tent and said " its been 3 weeks since Paris and you haven't even said a word to me, not even a stare. The way we danced that night gave me a feeling that I've never had and when we kissed, it didn't feel real. I thought you were feeling the same way I was but apparently not right?" He got up from his chair and turned around and said " (y/l/n) I'm not good, I can barley keep this platoon in check and you deserve someone who can give you the world and that's not me. It's never going to be me. The reason I didn't talk to you after that night was because I didn't want this to become anything, you gave me the best feeling I've felt in a while. But I know I'll hurt you. I damn near hurt everything I touch." I slowly walked toward him and grabbed his hand and whispered " Pierson, I want you, please, just let it happen." He responded by hesitantly putting his hands on my hips. But, there was something in me that needed his touch. I pulled myself into him so I could put his lips on mine until are lips were in sync. He let out a growl and lifted me off the ground, I began to wrap my legs around him and run my fingers through his hair. He laid us down onto his cot and began to undo my vest, not once breaking our kiss. I reached my hand down to his manhood to grab it and lightly stroke it, he groaned in response. After my vest was off he slid off my long sleeve jacket and practically ripped my bra off. He stared at my breast in awe and whispered " I need you" I took his hand and put it to my left breast and responded "then take me". He slowly slid into me and I could feel myself stretch from his length but it was the best pain I'd ever felt. He felt like ecstasy and I didn't want it to end. Nearly ten minutes had passed until I felt his breath grow heavier and I heard him grunt "Jesus fucking Christ" and with that I felt him release inside me. After we both caught are breath he looked at me and whispered " why did I ever doubt you?" I only responded with a kiss and said "well you have more than enough time now to make up for it."
