The Soldier Next Door

So I could not find myself doing it; I could not kill a man out of revenge or hatred. Yes, he had his gun in my face and was about to take my life, but I could not do it in return. Does this make me less of a Marine? Perhaps it does. Does this make me weak? Most probably do. But the way that I ultimately see this is that it is not my hand that should lay the justice down.

Then that brings us to this; it is the day after the big battle that raged through our camp. There will be supplies coming in, not only to replenish food sources but to replace all that was burned so furiously to the ground. But what also will be happening today is that Johnson will be taken back to Pendleton, and it will be Emma that will accompany him there. This meaning that this morning shall be the last time she shall be at camp.

Now the boys that have grown extremely fond of her are giving her some sort of a farewell party, so yes, it is early morning, and we are all in the mess hall saying a somewhat of a sorrowful goodbye. We are, in fact, not only losing Johnson to a very unfortunate circumstance, but we are losing another of our own. So the mood is somewhat somber, and emotions are quite high.

With what seems like endless jokes and speeches to bid her a farewell, I find myself wandering outside to clear a head that has been riddled with so many emotions for the past couple of hours. I am soon startled by a hand that rests gently on my shoulder.

“Hey, Lieutenant, don’t stress it. Who knows, one day we will meet up again.”

“Let us just hope it is under better circumstances. But fuck, I wish you did not have to go. I need you, well the camp needs you. We made a pretty damn good team.”

“Well, if it means anything, I pretty damn well agree. But, listen, I need to make my way off now; they will be arriving shortly. Just wanted to come to say goodbye.”

With that, I spin on my heels to face the deep depths of her chocolate brown eyes, “Well then, I guess this is goodbye. Thanks for what you have done here, thanks for the service you gave to my men and me.”

And just as I am about to step away from what can possibly prove to be a rather uncomfortable situation, she pulls me into a fierce embrace and enfolds her arms around me with such great comfort that for just a moment, the entire world slips away. The warm cocoon that her arms bring to a somewhat trembling and unsure body calms a heart that felt that it was losing control only but a few moments ago. I could if I wanted, and if I allowed myself to, I could get lost in the moment that she brings.

But after what could be described as the best feeling that I am yet to feel for the next five months, I pull away.

“Before I give you a million reasons to stay, you best be off.”

“Until we meet again, Sir. It was a great pleasure serving with you.”

And with that, she finds herself leaving the tent and the camp even faster than she entered it before. I can by all honesty say that this was not only a challenge as a Marine, but it was a challenge as a man. And a man that promised his fiance that he would phone nearly a day ago. So with a newfound determination, I make my way back to the ops tent as my own tent was one of those that found itself burnt to the ground. Sadly with that, the only thing I had to remind me of Ana was also burned; with no picture of her anymore, I have only but left to hear her voice.

So as I swipe up to dial her number, I am somewhat a bit nervous. The last thing I want now is for her to be mad; I don’t think my heart, which feels completely defeated now, can take rejection from the woman I love. But as she answers, all of my insecurities are thrown out of the door.

“Hey, soldier.”

“Hey, boo. Sorry for not phoning sooner, but we ran into some trouble here at camp.”

“What is wrong? You do not sound yourself?”

“We were attacked here at camp. Johnson led them straight here to try and find Matilda.”

“Fuck soldier, so was it Johnson? How do you feel about that?”

“Boo, I am devastated. My heart is not taking this one so well. I don’t know; I am questioning what am I really doing here.”

“Don’t you dare. You know why you are there. What can I do to make it better?”

“Well, it would help if you were here.”

I hear her go quiet for but a few moments, and then she softly giggles.

“Soldier, I want you to imagine kissing me. You are taking your right hand and pulling my long brown hair away from my shoulder. You lay your lips against my naked soft skin. The scent of my perfume attacks your senses, making the desire to kiss me even more intense. You kiss me from my shoulder up the sensitive parts of my neck. Then you softly nip at my earlobe. You can feel me squirm on the chair as the pleasure shoots to every corner of my aching body. My lips are shaking as I breathe little, short breaths. I gently lean into your touch as you lay your lips against my warm, velvety ones. Then unable to control yourself anymore, you pull me into a fiery, passionate kiss.”

“Fuck, boo!”

Did she just say that? I am not going to lie, but that seriously earned me a hard-on.

Fuck.

But just as I thought my raging heart would just cool down for a second, she hits me again.

“Imagine you are standing in front of me; I am wearing that tight red dress that drives you insane. I want you to feel as you are pulling the strap aside and kissing me softly on my shoulder. Then you scrunch your fingers into the seams and pull it over my head. I am completely naked and exposed, only for your eyes to see. You gently nip at my nipple, and you watch me as I clench my thighs together.”

Holy shit! Does this woman want to kill me? I am throbbing to an enormous ache. She cannot possibly come up with anything more erotic than this. This is Ana that we are talking about, she tried having phone sex once, and she miserably failed.

This is the hardest that I am going to get.

Ya…you just put your mouth in it.

“I want you to imagine sliding your hands up these clenching thighs until you find the very essence of me. My hand brushes against your pulsing erection; I can feel your need for me. You growl as you feel my very own arousal for you. You can smell me; you touch me. You have never had anything so sweet in your life before. My body aches as you let your hands roam at free will. It feels as if I am going to burst. You gasp, and I can barely breathe.”

This woman is killing me. Slow. Painful. But god, it is worth it.

And beyond my better judgment, I only but say one word to her, “Ana.”

This just fuels that torment that she is sending my way. And if I thought that my fucking out-of-control hard-on could not get any worse, she somehow proves me wrong.

“Imagine you are pushing me into that couch where you take your afternoon naps in. You are on top of me; your body is glistening from the sweat that is building up from the heat that we feel for each other. You slowly take my right leg and hook it around your waist. With one long, slow thrust, I feel every inch of you slipping inside of me. And just when I think that it seems impossible, you drive in again and delve even deeper than before. The pure ecstasy makes me drag my nails into your back, and you let out a loud roar. Then…my body completely surrenders.”

Fuck.

“Imagine you are slipping your hand underneath my hips so that you can go in even longer and deeper. My body arches as you push me further and further closer to a rush of sensation that I can barely contain. Our bodies are panting together; every breath intensifies the feelings that are swept through our bodies. Feelings that are by turns gentle, savage, and sure.”

Fuck.

“Dammit boo, I think I am not going to talk to you more often.”

“Don’t you even dare. Now listen, once your heart has stopped racing, there is something that I need to tell you.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.