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It had been months since the bombing accident, and you and Tom had hardly spoken. You’d been so busy with all of the injured men and the war, and ever since Tom had been freed from bed rest, it’s like he had become a ghost. You sometimes would see him walking around, but you’d only ever catch a glimpse of him before he disappeared again…and at this point, you were sure that he was avoiding you. You were trying to not let it hurt you, but you couldn’t help it after the intimate events of that night. Had you done something wrong? Did he not enjoy the things that you did to him? I mean, he certainly seemed to enjoy them, but what if it was just an act? These thoughts relentlessly spun around in your head, and your anxiety was beginning to make you spiral.
It was finally the end of a gruelling day in the infirmary; you felt hot and sticky from the warm air, and you desperately wanted to feel clean again. You walked out into the hall and ducked into a small room that seemed to be a closet of sorts, and began to change your clothes. You probably should’ve waited until you got home to do so, but your old clothing stank of blood and sweat, and you couldn’t wait to get out of them. You managed to kick your pants off first, but the clasp on the back of your uniform shirt seemed to be stuck. Frustration took over you as you fiddled with it, and just as you had decided that you were going to rip it, another pair of hands grabbed yours.
“I can do it,” murmured an all too familiar voice behind you; if it wasn’t for his voice, you would’ve recognised him by his hands…they were so large and warm, with a rough feel to them. Tom had somehow snuck up behind you, and was now undoing the clasp of your shirt. You slapped his hands away from you and spun around to look at him as you felt anger bubble up inside you.
“The fuck? You’ve avoided me for months, and now you decide that you want to help me remove my clothing? What is wrong with you?” You huffed, annoyed that he had avoided you for all of this time and now had the nerve to act as though nothing had happened.
Tom looked at you and smirked, “quite a few things wrong with me, missus.”
It took all of your will power to not punch that stupid grin off his face. You also were painfully aware of the fact that you currently had no pants on, and had to fight the urge to cover up. You didn’t say a word and instead gave him a death stare, which eventually caused him to drop his cheeky smile and let out a long sigh.
“Look, I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been around lately, but I’ve had my reasons,” he said in a more serious tone, hoping that you would let him off the hook. The look on your face told him that it wasn’t going to be that easy.
Tom bit his lip before continuing.
“They’re gonna send me away again soon, Ash. I saw your face when you thought I’d been killed, and I’ve never seen you look like that before. I’m not here to hurt you, and if we continue doing what…well, what we were doing, then you know it’s gonna end up hurting the both of us.”
Your eyebrows raised in shock, it certainly wasn’t the answer that you were expecting. You felt your anger leave your body as it was replaced by a bittersweet sadness and longing.
“We could both be dead in a month, Tom. You can’t live life like that, otherwise no one would ever take a risk,” you said as you gave him a gentle smile before you continued, “if I’d known that’s why you were avoiding me, I wouldn’t have been annoyed at all. I really wish you’d told me.”
Tom smirked down at you, “I did want to tell you, but you looked like you were ready to kill me every time I made eye contact with you. The canary felt like friendlier company.”
“You’re such a loser,” you rolled your eyes at his joke; him and that bloody canary were a match made in heaven.
Tom suddenly went silent as he gazed into your eyes, and you could tell he desperately wanted to say something. For the first time ever, he looked nervous…an expression you’d never seen on his face before.
You raised your eyebrows as you challenged his gaze, “what?”
His face had gone red and he stuttered as he tried to say the words that were playing on his mind.
“If you really mean what you said, about living in the moment and all that, well…we could always live in the moment in a way only a man and woman can,” he would no longer meet your eyes and stared at the floor as he muttered those last words. You felt your heart begin to race as it dawned on you what he meant.
“In a way that only a man and woman can?” You repeated, wanting him to say what he truly wanted even though you already knew exactly what he was saying.
Tom slowly raised his eyes from the ground and gave your body a look up and down, causing your breath to catch in your throat. His eyes lingered on your bare legs before flickering back up to yours. His expression went dark as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I want to fuck you.”
Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at this point, but you wanted to sound confident; you brought his ear to your lips and gave him your own whispered response, “I want to fuck you, too.”
Tom let out a low groan at your words, and suddenly pushed you against the wall of the closet that you were both still currently occupying. It was a cramped space, but there was a small chair sitting in the corner and enough breathing room for it to be somewhat comfortable. He leant in and hungrily pressed his lips to yours, with his hands roaming up and down your body. He tasted of mint and cigarettes, and the taste was intoxicating. You felt him rutting his hips again you, and you could already feel that he was incredibly hard; a shiver coursed through your body as his hands ran across your bare legs and your ass. The last of your clothing disappeared as Tom yanked your shirt and panties off your body, and in return, you stripped him down until you were both completely bare.
The closet seemed to have an assortment of items, and you noticed some small pieces of rope sitting on one of the shelves. Your face lit up as you began to form a plan. Tom was probably wanting to be in control since last time he’d been helpless as you took the reins, but you didn’t care - you saw a perfect opportunity, and you bet you were going to take it.
“Go sit down in that chair,” you said in a soft but demanding voice. For a second, it looked like Tom was going to refuse you, but he decided to give in and go along with your plan for now.
You gave him your second command, “now, close your eyes.”
“Better not mess with me,” Tom warned, but again, he complied and shut his eyes.
This was your chance. You quickly grabbed the rope and moved behind him as he sat on the chair; one of the perks about being military trained was that you were brilliant at tying knots. Quickly, you tied his hands together before he even had the chance to object. His eyes snapped open as you walked around the chair and stood in front of him, you were expecting him to look pissed, but instead he was grinning from ear to ear.
“Well, well, well. Didn’t know you had this side to ya, not complaining though,” he said in a mocking tone, but you could see just how turned on he was by the situation he now found himself in. It was a beautiful sight to behold; Tom was sat in the chair, stark naked, with his hands tied behind his back and his cock standing upright. You knew it was an image that would be permanently ingrained in your mind.
Without a word, you sat down onto his lap and began to gently rock your hips back and forth. You weren’t letting Tom enter you at this stage, so you instead found yourself grinding on him with your slick folds. You moaned as his cock rubbed against your sensitive bud of nerves, and Tom tipped his head back at the feeling. You decided not to tease him like you did last time, so without warning, you took his length and lined him up with your entrance before slowly sliding down onto him. He was huge, and it hurt slightly from the stretch, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. Tom jerked his head back up and gasped at the sudden feeling of being inside you. Gradually, you began to ride him and you felt his hips thrusting upwards to meet yours. His hands pulled at the ropes, and you knew he so badly wanted to grab your hips as you rode him, but you weren’t going to untie his hands just yet. Tom leant his head forward and bit down on your shoulder as you continued to move yourself up and down his length; you could see how hard he was trying to stay quiet, not wanting to be caught since you were in a closet after all, but he couldn’t help but let out a moan against your skin. You angled yourself so that he was hitting that sweet spot inside of you, and you were finding it very hard to stay quiet yourself due to the intensity of the feeling.
With a sudden jolt, Tom managed to break his hands free of the rope and gave you his signature smirk before suddenly picking you up and holding you against the wall in his arms…while also managing to stay inside you the whole time.
“I’ve got you now, missus,” Tom said in a breathy voice while beginning to thrust into you with a slow but hard pace. Your legs hung over the crooks of his elbows as he held you up in the air and fucked you against the wall; you had your arms wrapped around his neck and you held his head in your hands as he grunted from the pleasure. He picked up his pace and you both looked down to see his cock effortlessly gliding in and out of you, the sight making you both moan. He was hitting your sweet spot over and over again, and you could feel that your peak was rapidly approaching.
“Tom, I’m close,” you gasped out at him.
Tom groaned, “good, because so am I.”
He picked up his pace to somehow thrust into you even faster, and the elastic band inside of you snapped as your climax took over your whole body and your legs began to shake. You felt Tom’s hips stutter as he approached his own release, and you tugged on his hair to tip his head backwards as he came. His mouth hung open and his eyes rolled back into his head as he finished inside of you, you felt his body occasionally jerk as he became sensitive while still slowly thrusting in and out of you as he milked out the last of his seed.
Tom gently lay his forehead against yours, still holding you up against the wall, as you both panted. He let out a weak laugh, “I’m never going to avoid you again.”