Landing in Your Inbox

91.5 - off-duty

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Also as it has been a while, it might help to reread the previous chapter first. ^^

May 5, 2021 7:30 AM
Seri's Apartment

If she was dreaming, she didn't want to wake up.

Funny, that was how she often met her boyfriend in all the days he was away. She would close her eyes, doze (if she was lucky), and find him next to her. And he would smother her with kisses and put his body on her. But after a few charged moments she would remember that he just left on an airplane or was roaming a different city and the bubble would pop.

She hoped that the bubble wouldn't pop.

But where was he? Was he really serious?

What if he was just feeling guilty after she moped at him the other day?

As every second passed that Seri made herself still under the covers, waiting in bated breath, she began to doubt her partner's intentions. What if he was leading her on again? Why was he taking so long? Did he take a shower? Seri was going to be pissed if he just left her...

Just as she was thinking of peeking, he appeared from under the sheets at her feet making Seri shriek in startled, delighted surprise, obvious as her hiding place was. His hair was in his eyes and he looked almost menacing with a sleepy grin as he crawled in her makeshift tunnel on his elbows and knees toward her until he was well upon her.

Now they were face to face and she had no way out, she was under him and surrounded completely. She could feel his breath on her, watching his chest heaving. This was real life.

Off-duty, his messy hair dangled at her. There was a rawness in his expression that would have been tamed after a quick shower, a swipe of his razor, and a brush of his hair. The crisp uniform he wore to project a professional appearance was in the laundry basket, and he only had on a white shirt and his gray sweatpants. He didn't have to wear a mask of politeness and bow respectfully. He was just a man that held a steady unwavering stare as though he was standing about to dive in the pool of her eyes. —

To prove that he met her requirements, he lowered his lips to hers. Seri closed her eyes to receive his soft supple lips with a breath of mint. She made her approval clear when her tongue traced the seams of his mouth, eager to taste him more.

Like an alcohol test that pilots always take before they are allowed to fly, Seri gave him the all-clear. "Okay...You pass."

And instead of following a pre-flight checklist which had to follow a sequence by the book, the off-duty captain opted to change the rules a little. "Talking is nice. But can we skip to the 'more' now?"

He asked so kindly that Seri couldn't think of saying no, and a part of her was piqued by his need to fast-forward things. "All right."

— So plunge he did, as he took a nose dive to capture her lips again, the intent so strong that he crushed her mouth, taking some wind off her. Seri's hands moved to his back, to squeeze the hair on his nape and the shirt on his spine while his hands fumbled on the ribbon of her robe, fast undoing it. It was as though a race had commenced without Seri knowing and she would have insisted there was no hurry, they had time. But she signed off talking and left herself in his charge.

Impeded by the covers, he flung them out of the way, exposing their activities to the daylight. Not satisfied with that, he pulled his shirt off his back and tossed it. Seri didn't have time to pause to take in his musculature or appreciate that he was shirtless when he buried his face to her neck, pulling down her robe, eager to find the spot that would have her gasping. But even if he would not find it, Seri would draw in a sharp intake of breath as he would seek out her breasts only concealed by a cotton cami top. He would squeeze one, clipping her nipple that made Seri moan and want to shift her trapped legs.