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Everything was perfect so far. You were getting ready with the girls, your black wedding dress hangs in it's black garment bag in the entrance. Vivian had steamed it this morning without telling you. Her silent way of doing her maid of honor duties. It was a small affair so you didn't have many in your wedding party. Just Vivian. Simon had gone with something similar, only having T-man standing up with him. Despite Soap taking GREAT offense that he was not the first option.
Your hair was up, but not all the way. Perfectly curled pieces carefully pulled out to create the most beautiful effortlessly ethereal look. There was a knife or two hidden in the up due but you wouldn't let anyone know that. The garter you wore on your thigh was also just a knife strap. It wouldn't be you if you didn't have at least one knife on you. If he was going to be all up in your dress during the garter toss he was going to have a chuckle that you had a knife.
"You guys are going to fuck before the reception I know it" She says, you laugh and shake your head.
"Viv, we won't have time. We need to be in the hall for the reception like right after." You say, she pushes her tongue into her cheek and flashes her eyes seductively. She and Konig already snuck away twice. Jesus fucking christ it was like he was trying to live inside of this woman. "What if he changes his mind Vee"
"You think he will?" She asks, you look down at your knees. The scars that adorn your thighs and your legs. You shrug.
"I think that he didn't think he would ever get married to anyone. We haven't had the easiest of times during our relationship. I won't stay home and be a house wife and he doesn't like me being in the field in the same way I don't like him being in danger. I mean...we have all reasons for him to decide we shouldn't do this" You say, she shakes her head at you and walks over to your wedding dress. Taking it down out of the bag.
"Menace, Ghost loves you more than anything. You two are never going to like each other bein in danger. I don't even like you being in danger. Not after..." She trails off as she looks down at the dress. Unzipping the bag. "Come on, we got twenty minutes"
She helps you into the dress. (Its style is up to you). She helps you with the back of the dress. Adjusting anything that needs to be while muttering about how beautiful you look. Finally she grumbles and sits up straight. Looking over you with her heels on. She has been wearing bigger and bigger heals and each time Konig finds it hilarious how much smaller she still is.
"Ghost might cry" She says
"He's not going to cry. I'm not going to cry. No one is crying" You say brushing some blush onto your cheek. You didn't do makeup often. Normally wearing natural lashes or mascara but in the field a full face doesn't last. However, you knew how to do your makeup, well even.
"I'm going to fucking cry" She admits "I get to see my best friend who has gone through hell and back finally be happy. I am not going to stop crying"
"Don't do that, Konig will cry if you do" You joke, would he? Maybe.
"He just wants to fix it when I cry. Unless it's from sex. Then he likes it" She says bluntly you drop your jaw in shock as if you haven't heard every fucking detail of their sex life before. "Don't tell Price I told you but I think I caught him getting a bit emotional over the wedding sign in the hall. The one that says its your guys wedding"
"Emotional?" You ask
"He looked so happy at it and then is wear he wiped the corner of his eye. I swear I saw it" She says, you chuckle and shake your head. Swiping the lip-stain against your lips. You needed to be sure nothing was going to get this stain off. Nothing.
"I doubt it." You brush off, turning to face her. When you do her face pushes into a pout already. "No no Vee don't start now. I haven't even walked down the aisle yet."
"I don't care bitch, you look beautiful and it's your fucking wedding day" She says the tears filling her eye "Look at you...remember when we came into each others lives? You flinched at everything. You were jumpy and deathly fucking skinny. You were so scared all the time and now...oh my god"
"I'm proud of us both Vee" You admit, she blinks a couple of times as to not ruin her makeup. She had spent so long doing it that it would suck to have to redo it right before they walk down the aisle. "You have come a long way too."
The knock on the door signals that you are ready to begin. The door opens as Price peaks his head into the room. Vivian excusing herself to allow you two to have any moment needed before leaving. Price holds the door open for her then as it closes he looks over at you again. His lips pressing together before he breathes out.
"You look beautiful Menace" He says, you smile looking down at your dress. "I am so proud of both of you" He tells you
"Careful, you really are starting to sound like a Peepaw" You say, he chuckles
"I'm only forty, I truthfully do not see how I am a Peepaw" He says approaching you, a bemused smile spreads across your lips and his. "You don't give König this much shite for his age."
"König is two years younger than you" You point out, he rolls his eyes and sighs
"Right I forgot, those two years turned me into a grandfather. Dealing with you gave me grey hairs" He jokes, you giggle and shake your head. He puts a hand on your shoulder. "I need you both to really understand this. You deserve this. You deserve to be happy."
The comment makes you stop for a moment. There was a time after you came out of the chips affects. Where you had thought that you were left unharmed by it. That you were so mentally resilient and came back with no real trauma. How wrong you were. When the realities of the lives you took hit you had begun to feel less, worthy of happiness yourself. Since you had taken it from someone else. From multiple someone's. So his words rang a little deeper. Which he knew it would. He knew the inner turmoil even if you did your best to shield it from everyone and anyone.
"Is it weird I'm nervous?" You ask, he laughs, a rumble of a chuckle.
"No love, I think that is quite normal" He assures. "Though you should have seen Simon. Poor bloke was an anxious mess all morning. Gaz didn't help by seeing his face for the first time."
You laugh "Oh no, did he say something? Do I need to kill a brit on my wedding day?" You ask, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head both playfully.
"He seemed mostly shocked that Simon isn't disfigured under there or even an attractive man" He says, you laugh. You hadn't before given much thought as to what he would look like. His mask to you, was his face. For so long. Yet even you were a bit shocked that he was hot. Made you damn proud though. "Which just made Simon more nervous"
"Fuck" You say "So he still wants to marry me right?"
He rolls his eyes.
"I would kick his ass myself if he changed his mind now. Not something I think you need to worry bout" He says, you hear the music and it's like your nerves are on fire. Your stomach knotting.
Simon had been a wreck for most of the morning. His body was tense from the anxiety and all he could do was look at photos of you on his phone. Tell himself that you wouldn't walk away from this. From him. He had never thought he was one for marriage, never saw himself as worthy or deserving of such a thing. He didn't think he deserved you either.
He didn't think he deserved your thoughtfulness, your light, your stolen glances. Truthfully he fully thought you were out of his league and it ate at him today most of all. As he runs a finger over his scars on his face. The one over his eyebrow that he knew you loved. The ones that are on his cheeks and chin. The one above his lips that you would kiss sometimes. The door to the room he has chosen for getting ready opens. Soap in his suit sits on the closest chair. Gaz following and stopping.
"You- Mate, you're mask" He says, Simon chuckles
"Not wearin' it today." Simon answers "Not going by Ghost today either"
"You didn't know what he looked like lad?" Soap asks Simon shoots him a look of annoyance. The only reason why Soap knew was because Simon was in a bad place after he thought he had lost the love of his life.
"You knew?! Does Price know bout this little change of attire?" Gaz asks staring at Simon like he didn't know where else to look. "If you aren't going by Ghost what do I call you? Don't think you've ever given me a proper name"
"Simon" He replies dryly "Price knows. Price knew me before the mask"
"So I'm the last to know?" Gaz asks
"Last to know what?" Price asks, walking into the same door. "Nice to see you again Simon"
"So you knew this whole time?! What the bloke looked like and his real name! You said nothin?" Gaz asks, baffled.
"I vetted Simon way before he was Ghost. I knew of him." Price says as if this isn't the biggest shock to Gaz. "Kyle you didn't think I brought him on without knowing almost everything I could bout the man"
"Where was this care and attention with Jade?" Gaz asks, which Makes Soap snort Simon just turns from adjusting his tie, pulling the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his mid-arm.
"Mate, What did you think I would look like under the mask?" He asks, Gaz thinks, he doesn't see the slight anxiety still evident on Simon's face. He doesn't know Simon's face well enough to spot those tale tell signs.
"Burned? scarred up? I don't know mate! Didn't expect competition of the heart throb of the team" Gaz deadpans, which has Price and Soap chuckling with each other.
"Oh come on Lad, we all know that I'm the real heart throb of the Task Force." Soap says, Simon chuckles and shakes his head. His anxiety still ever present on his face. He looks to the bickering men. Both bringing up their body counts before they were in committed relationships as their proof.
"Boys 'nough with the bickering. Let me have a moment with the lucky wanker marryin' the real heart-throb of the Task force" He deadpans, they take their argument outside. Throwing in a couple of "It doesn't count she's a woman" and other things of that nature.
"She still here?" Simon asks
"She's getting ready." Price tells him "König has T-man right now, there was a problem with the clip on the tie so König went and got him a real one and will loosen it after the ceremony"
"Right then, Vivian has the paperwork for the marriage and the conservatorship as well. We send them off tomorrow morning." He tells Price, who nods and shoves his hands in the pockets of his slacks. "Within the next 24 hours I will have a wife and a son in a way"
"Right you are about that. You deserve that. You both have earned it." He replies, there is a silence that fills the room. One of mutual understanding and wordless expressions that show more than words could. He's scared he isn't what you need. He doesn't think he deserves you or T-man. The thought of being able to be happy with everything he didn't think he needed. It didn't feel like something he could really have.
"What if it happens again. I can't come home to...another family taken from me" He says, price nods in understanding. Standing a bit closer to Simon now and rubbing a thumb along his jawline.
"Menace is not a civilian. She would not go down easily. She would not be far from us either. I would rather jump out of a helicopter with no chute than allow something to happen to Menace and T-man. Than to allow something to happen to you." He reassures, Simon takes a deep breath and nods. He had always done everything to keep it from happening again as soon as you and T-man entered his heart and moved in together. Cameras in the living common spaces and outside. High Tech Alarm system. Safe room in the shed.
"She would give anyone who tried hell. That's for sure" he replies
"That she would. Ceremony is going to be starting soon. I am going to go check on your future missus. Try not to let Gaz get to you, he hates knowing he isn't the pretty face of the Task Force" with a slight chuckle from both Price takes his leave.
Simon had left the room, not wearing his mask around base gave him a new sense of anxiety but knowing that this side of the base was currently blocked off from anyone not attending the wedding made him feel a little better. Knowing that even if someone saw him they wouldn't know it was him made it better as well. König and T-man were in the smaller event room for the ceremony. Setting up chairs. T-man was helping, carrying chairs and sliding them in messily and König would straighten them out. The lit up archway covered in black flowers and dark green false vines caught Simon's attention. He hadn't remembered such a thing.
"Seems Bedrohung has many talents" He says, Simon turns to him. "The metal archway was a garden decor unused by my wife. Bedrohung, put it together with the lights and greenery this morning"
"Many talents indeed." Simon replies looking around the room at the decor. Everything was black or dark red. With false skulls or little knives hidden in some places. He felt like this was so both of you that he couldn't help but smirk at it. The little skulls you hide in the archway as well made him smirk. Your way of making sure he remembered that he was apart of this.
He breathes out harshly, looking around at everything. The ceremony was not going to be a normal one. You two were not a normal couple. Just a badass knife throwing assassin and her Skull masked massive, Special ops operator. Ya know. The usual. He takes his seat close to the front of the rows. His nerves were getting the best of him. He couldn't stop thinking about what if you changed your mind last minute. What if you realized you could do better.
They consume his mind until the ceremony begins. The room filling with the few chosen to be here for the day. Even Keegan came, though he didn't bring anyone. Evangeline wasn't known nor trusted enough, she was too skilled for him to think her harmless either. In total there was probably about fifteen people here. Not including the bride and groom. It was a small event. Even Roach had dressed for the wedding, having been a little too excited to be included. Though he was still earning trust. You had taken pity on him and begged Simon to invite him.
Price's girlfriend was keeping his spot safe until he was able to join her. Lexis sat by her side and Soap beside her. Already looking like he was moments from being in tears. Weddings made him cry anyway not that he would tell anyone that. His two best friends getting married? He was going to be sobbing most of the night even if he got drunk. Kezza and Gaz were sitting beside Laswell and her wife Sarah. Keegan sitting beside König, who is wearing his balaclava but not his sniper hoodie. Though regardless he was unmistakable. The music has begun and with it Soap gets up with a kiss on Lexis's head. Moving to stand in front of the archway.
Simon stepping in front of him standing towards the entrance though his heart was drumming in his chest. He felt so...vulnerable. Maskless, only possible with the strength you have slowly given him the last two years. Yet with Soap's hand that clamps on his shoulder he feels more grounded. T-man walks out first, side by side with Vivian. Her dark red silk dress had König's eyes trailing her Even in this setting she was a dream to look at and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. T-man goes to the side where Simon is standing. Getting a hug from the groom before resting with his hands folded in front of him. His pen tucked into the suit of his tux. Vivian stands where you are missing from, across from T-man and giving him a sweet wink, holding her small bouquet of black roses in her hands. The music shifting and Simon goes rigid. He looks to the door, and see's Price first which almost gives him a heart attack. Until you come into view next. Your eyes meeting for a beat and he visibly relaxes, his eyes closing lightly for a moment to take in the warmness spreading through his chest. Looking over the earth shattering beauty that you are his throat tightens slightly. His vision misty. Soap clasps a hand on his shoulder which threatens his strength some how.
It is like everything around the both of you fades completely. You are walking to him, aware of Price's grip on your arm and slow pace which you match. Though every step closer to him is a moment you feel like your heart is about to explode with the anticipation. You reach the aisle and you turn to hug Price.
"You were the best choice I ever made" Price whispers as he hugs you tightly. Meeting his girlfriend in her chair in the front. Clasping her hand and moving it onto his mid thigh. You step in front of Simon, your smirk playing on your lips when you see the gloss on his eyes, on his lower lashes. Soap rights himself. Clearing his throat.
"Friends, We have been brought together today to watch our most lethal couple make the most lethal choice. To get married. When I say lethal, I do not mean to themselves. I mean to everyone else. I mean to love. Love is lethal, neither one of them saw it coming. Neither one of them went into this knowing it would result in this. Simon Specifically" Soap begins, with a chuckle, you giggle and the sound makes Simon melt.
"Simon is a man of many skills. I have seen him sweep houses and take out hostiles with mental calculations that astonish me truly. He was by far the most skilled, feared, dangerous, and lethal member of our Task Force. I knew him off the battlefield as well. I know that he acts like a bastard. He cares though, too deeply to truly be a bastard. He has saved my arse more times than I can count and he does it silently. Like how he fell in love with Menace. Silently. Though this was a bit more uncalculated than his other skills. I have watched him grow into a man I can be proud to call my best mate." Simon's face twitches into an emotion you don't see on him often but you know it. He's emotional, he's feeling the love from those around him and doesn't know how to take it. Handle it. Another family to worry him about leaving.
"Menace is a stealthy little shit." You gasp and giggle "I mean this in the kindest way of course bonnie, when you came into the team we knew exactly what we were doing. We had bonds sure but they were professional. I remember explaining our relationship with our beloved König and Keegan. I had said, we didn't hate them. Yet now, they are some of our best mates. You came in and you forced us all to be friends, didn't even seem to try too hard. I remember talking to our friend Gaz, after her first mission being allowed to fight. He described her as an impossibly fast giggling assassin. Which I didn't understand until I saw her in combat myself. How you see her in one spot and then she's somewhere random stabbing some poor wanker who underestimated her. Underestimated her like we did. We saw her in one way, then suddenly she's my best mate. Suddenly Gaz and her are pranking each other. Being pains in our arses."
"Simon saw her in one place. As one thing. Then suddenly she was in his heart and he couldn't think without her, breathe without her, sleep without her. We all saw it before they did. Which reminds me" He pauses digging through his pocket and sliding out a $50 bill and grabbing your hand placing it in your palm. "I never spent it. This was a bet that winning wasn't about the money. This right here, is my prize for winning that one bonnie"
You slide the money into the ribbon of your bouquet.
"Go ahead and join hands you two" Soap says, you turn handing your bouquet to Vivian who is crying her eyes out already. You turn and grab his hands. Rubbing your thumb across his knuckles and he just squeezes your hand. Mindlessly looking for your reassurance that he's doing good. So you give it with a smile and a wink. Which did nothing for this beating heart. "They chosen to say their own vows. So we are going to have manners, and say lassies first. Menace go ahead"
You breathe out deeply.
"Simon, you are so kind. So much kinder than you believe or that you would like others to believe but you are. I saw it, in that mission. When you refused to sleep so you could watch over me when I slept. I saw it when I was dying and I told you to make sure T-man got the pen I got for him and you promised a life time supply for him. When you said the sweetest words to me despite us not getting along before, because you didn't want my last interaction to be with someone who I thought hated me. I saw it when you stayed with me at the hospital as much as you could. When you would sneakily leave everyone's favorite snacks around when you knew they hadn't eaten." You start, he smirks slightly at you. A huff of a laugh as he memorizes the way you are looking at him.
"You flew ten hours because I was having an episode. Just to sleep beside me. Just to protect me. Then I saw how- fuck I said I wasn't going to cry this is bullshit- you treated T, he was my everything and you treated him like he was your everything. When he came here and I got to see you slowly turn him into your family. I fell harder than I thought I could because watching you...love him and love me made me realize that you were my everything too. You are everything to me Simon. You will never. Ever. Be. An acceptable loss" You say, his bottom lip twitches and he intakes a deep breath.
"Shite, don't know how to follow that up" He says, earning a couple of chuckles. "I'm not good at saying my feelin's you are worth the effort to try though. You are worth havin our friends and family that you helped pull together hear how much I fuckin love you."
Praise? Here? Sir. Behave.
"Ace Darlin, you are the strongest women I have ever met. I have met a lot of women that are skilled and lethal. You though, were the most unexpected. Bloody walking sunshine that walked into my life and brightened it to an almost blinding brightness. How you did it? Fuck if I know but I know that I am so fuckin happy you did. Think I fell in love with you, when you beat my arse at sparrin. When I watched you piss of that wanker knowing what it meant for you. When I saw that you have this fire in your eyes that I am drawn too. Like a fuckin moth a flame. Never knew I could have a family before you, and now I have a brother, Colonel Konig has become one of my most trusted in arms and in home. I have a sister, Vivian being almost a copy of you with more crass comments."
She snorts
"Then I have T-man, who legally would be my brother. However he is much more to me than that. T-man is mine. T-man is ours I always wanted to be a father but, could never see myself being one. Couldn't trust myself to be what they need. Then you two came in and you constantly tell me how much you need me. You tell me how good I handle T-man's needs. Tying his shoes or helping him in the shower. I don't care, I would do it all for him. I would do anything for my family. I would be a waking hell against tired gods if it meant I could protect you both and keep you in my life for the rest of it. You are everything to me Ace. I would rather forget every single thing about myself then a single thing about you. I would rather forget how to infiltrate and take apart, then to forget the way you look at me. I would rather forget how to take apart and clean my gun. Than to forget the way your head tilts when you are about to be a fucking menace. I would rather forget that I like Earl Grey tea than to forget the way you say my name. Like it is your favorite word and it has slowly made it mine too. You are everything to me. In this line of work I know we have losses but, Ace darlin, you could never ever be an Acceptable loss."
Did this man just say he's not good with words and then just say the sweetest fucking thing you have ever heard? Yes. Fuck there goes another tear.
"Shite." Soap says, clearing his throat again and trying to pretend he wasn't crying. "Simon 'Ghost' Riley, do you take Reader 'Menace' (Your Last name) to be your lawfully wedded wife. Through sickness and in health. In injury and not. Richer or poorer. Deployment and home. Beyond death and within life?"
"I do"
"Reader 'Menace' (Your last name) do you take Simon 'Ghost' Riley, do you be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health. In injury or not, richer or poorer, deployment and home. Beyond death and within life?"
"I do"
"Then with the power vested in me by BecomeASexyOffiant.Com I now pronounce you Mister and Missus Riley" Soap announces. "Kiss her will ya"
Simon releases your hands pulling you in with a hand on the waist and kisses you. Deeper than anyone here has seen him kiss you before. Your hands moving to his jawline like they always did. Like he liked them. You can hear the clapping and the hoots and hollers from your guests. Your lips always seem to move in sync and when you pull back from him you basically had no more air in your lungs.
"You look like walking heaven" He whispers to you
"You look hot as fuck" You reply which makes him laugh, his eyes squinting in your favorite way when he does.
The reception was in your backyard. The same theme of black and red. Skulls and knives and lights above your heads that make the night feel even more like a dream. Simon didn't want to leave your side the whole night. Having put his mask back on during transit but no longer as you are in the comfort of your own home. Gaz and Kezza were having a drinking competition you knew would end poorly but you enjoyed watching. Soap and Lexis sit watching, she's on his lap with his hands on her waist casually. Price and Louvie stand off to the side speaking with Kate and Sarah. Keegan was watching T-man drink a whole beer in almost one gulp with an expression on his face which could only be explained, as horror. König and Vivian were probably fucking in the bathroom. Let's be honest.
The night was perfect. A reminder that even in the shit times there are good ones. That life has this funny way of pulling a 180 on you and it could be in the best way when you didn't know you needed it. Around one in the morning everyone started leaving. Soap had tried to say goodbye and his best wishes but he was far too drunk for his rambling to make any sense and Lexis was practically shooing him out of the door flashing you a smile before yelling at him with an amused expression on her face. Kezza and Gaz were giggling into each other as they hugged you both. Gaz looking at you.
"I'm not okayy with ya both bein prettierrr than meh" He says and Kezza laughing and slapping his arm.
"Don't be a cunt" She says and then ushers him out still laughing.
The silence after everyone has left was something you welcomed. You were so tired but yet not as tired as you thought you would be. Simon was loosening his tie in the kitchen opening another beer with you trailing behind him. He takes a swig of it his eyes looking over you. You knew that look yet you always pretended not to notice. Leaning against the counter in the way that would tempt him. It was your wedding night, what else were you going to do? He steps forward, boxing you in against the counter. His thumb moving to your chin as he moves your chin up to him. To meet his lips with a kiss that was unlike the ones he gives you before sex. This one wasn't hungry or devouring. It was soft, sweet, the light taste of his beer on his lips. When he pulls away you can practically see the gears in his brain working.
"I love you baby" He says huskily.
"I love you too Si" You say, he gestures to the bedroom and you don't need to be told twice. Moving there with a haste that normally he would call you a whore for. Which you liked. However tonight, he just follows after you like the shadow you had gotten used to. As soon as you're in the room he is on you. Closing the door and turning to you. Grabbing your face and kissing you again. His tongue slipping between your lips, your hands on his wrists a silent gesture to keep them there.
"You look so fucking beautiful. Fuck my wife is so fucking beautiful" He whispers when you part. His forehead touching yours. You are already unbuttoning his shirt as he works on your dress. He compliments don't stop there, every single word out of his mouth is praise. Is sweet.
The dress drops to the ground, his shirt and his pants going next. You don't know when he took of his shoes but he's fast apparently. His hands run over you so softly, gently, memorizing every single fucking curve of your skin. Every scar he traces with a gentleness and a healing touch. As if trying to heal open wounds closed a long time ago. His hand moves to yours, and he guides it over the one on his ribcage and you seem to freeze but his reassuring tap on your hand tells you he wants it there. It isn't going to hurt him. The way you both smoothly get onto the bed, you crawling back to the headboard and he crawls after you, eye contact never wavering. His hands gently massage your hips and thighs and he leaves kisses along your pelvic bone and leaves on over your folds which sends shivers of need throughout your body.
"I get to taste you for the rest of my fuckin life. A dream." He groans as he laps for the first time. The gasp from your lips moves into a shutter as he continues. Your mine goes fuzzy, as he continues to devour every drop of your arousal. His tongue feels like magic but it's different this time. He's so soft with it, making out with your second lips like they were his favorite thing on earth. When you take a look at how he looks in this position, resting on your elbows to get a good look. Another moan leaves your lips. His eyes are so pleading it's mind numbing. "Keep looking at me sweetheart"
"Fuck" You gasp, his fingers moving to your entrance and sliding in. Moving in and out with lewd noises and practiced curls of his fingers which hit the spot that makes you dumb. "Simon I'm going cum"
"Please."
Well that does it. Just the whispered pleas against your aching clit sent you over the edge. Eyes rolling back and head tilting back as it crashes over you. An entire wave that somehow starts at your toes and moves throughout your entire being. His laps and flicks don't stop though, his moans against you make you rise again, the loud slurping and sucking on your sanative velvet folds continues to make your head lose it's thoughts. Lose it's power. Another orgasm crashes through you and this time you grab his freehand when you do. Squeezing it hard as you milk his fingers as if they were what you needed.
"That's my girl. I love tasting you on my fuckin tongue baby" He groans getting up from your legs. Kissing up your body. With wet kisses that have you whimpering and needy. "So pretty when you look at me like that. Fuck you just look at me and I'm weak"
"I need you Si. Please." You say trying to adjust to meet the tip of his cock. Trying to rub the leaking tip against your core and he offers no resistance. Letting you have every ounce of pleasure you want.
"Still got to go slow my love. Don't want to hurt my pretty little wife now do I?" He asks sweetly, rubbing the tip through your folds before pressing against your entrance. He does go slow and every single inch has you shaking and shuttering in pleasure. Curses leaving his lips and his name leaving yours like a prayer to a god that sustains you on nothing but affection and pleasure. He sinks in to the hilt and the familiar addicting stretch makes you pant. His thrusts are slow and long and his hands snake under you. Cradling your head, holding you close to his body as he fucks into you. Listening to those pretty noises that escape your lips in his ear.
You are holding onto him so tightly like you were afraid of him moving away from you. He didn't plan on it, he was lost in how good you felt. In the closeness and the wetness. The sounds of you sinking into him and threatening his slow pace.
"Fucking hell baby" He moans kissing your neck sloppily. Moving you to his lips before sloppily kissing you there too. No rhyme or reason to his kiss just sloppy kisses that make you clench around him. His fingers drawing unknown shapes into your neck and head as he still cradles you. You wrap your legs around his hips tightening against him. "Do it. I know what you want. Do it love. Give it to me"
You flip him. The same move you had done numerous times fighting or sparring you still on top of him but he hits a new depth in this position which has you whimpering and grinding against him mindlessly. Cockdrunk and almost drooling with it. His hands moving to your hips as he guides your movements at first. Until you figure out what you want and begin riding this man into his own oblivion. You were riding him chasing your own orgasm and he loved watching. His hands never leaving your body. Caressing you and tracing your scars with a finger tip as you fuck down onto him.
Feeling everything in you tighten. He feels you close and tighten knowing you normally ruin your own orgasm by your movements turning sloppy so he guides you. Takes over really, meeting your sloppy thrusts with his to match the pace and rhythm you like. Your hand moves to his hands on your hips and he lifts them enough to grabs your hands and trap them against your own scarred hips.
"Fucking love these fucking hips. Feel how good they feel." He instructs as he continues to fuck up into you. He hits the right spot at the right time and it sends you over the edge so fast. Clenching around him so tightly, milking his dick so well that it sends him into his bliss like a catapult. He tenses under you. "Fuck fuck oh fuck. Milking my fucking cock fuck"
The buzzing is slow to fade and neither of you move. You melt against him and he moves from your hips wrapping his arms around you tightly as you still twitch and clench around him occasionally from the aftershocks. Trying to steady your breathing.
"Shit love. You could ride me into battle like that" He jokes, which makes you laugh. Which makes him laugh. "Fuck I love you"
"Hope so. Or this would be really fucking awkward" You deadpan, he chuckles again.
"Come on, let's shower you fucking menace." He says lightly.
Your story isn't over. Just the chapter. What new things will happen? What new threats lurk in the shadows? All you knew, is he was everything to you. You were everything to him. As a couple? You were a fucking Lethal menace.