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Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female Reader

Explicit, obviously. MDNI!

WC: 10k, sorry it's a long one!

Warnings: SMUT. SMUT. mentions of cheating, divorce, arguing, sexual shaming, sexual healing?

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Your heart filled with excitement as you stepped off the plane at LAX, greeted by your childhood friend. He had glue-ons just like you, pointed like daggers, rainbow tips and all. It was Pride Month after all.

He shouted your name across the airport, making you dip your head in embarrassment, as he ran up, black Converse squeaking on the smooth, freshly buffed floors.

“Hey girl! I'm so stoked you could make it! We’re partying tonight!” Your best friend, Patrick, exclaimed as he pulled you into a tight hug. You let yourself melt into his warmth for a moment, enjoying the comfort of his friendship, which had been there through all of what had happened over the past few months.

You had just signed your divorce papers after two months of fighting non-stop. It wasn't fighting over assets or anything like that. He had cheated with someone he worked with. You accused him and he did what he always did. He denied it and became defensive. So you went into his workplace one morning, asking if he was there. They told you he was out on a call. So as you went to leave, you happened to look into the yard. He was at his truck, loading materials into the back with his co-worker, a pretty blond who was younger and more outgoing than you. You knew her from the Christmas party last year.

You watched for a few moments, knowing he was oblivious to your hard stare. You watched as his hands wrapped around her waist. You watched as she giggled and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. You averted your gaze as they kissed.

You went home and grabbed only essentials and begged a friend to stay at their house for a few days while you sorted out your brain. They obliged after you told them what happened, but they couldn't seem to believe it either.

When you didn't come home that night, he called, panicked.

“I had an overnight at work. I told you the other day.” You said and he scoffed.

“Guess I'll see you tomorrow then.” He murmured and hung up the phone.

And the next day you got a call from the girl in the office at your husband's workplace.

“I saw him this morning getting coffee with Alina. They were holding hands and she kissed him.”

You thanked her for telling you. You took a personal day and moved the rest of your stuff out, but made sure you were there to confront him. You regretted that immediately.

“I've been seeing her for about two months. She needed a friend when she started there and you claim to be busy at work all the time lately. We never have sex anymore. I heard you with the fucking vibrator in the shower. I'm so bad that you'd rather a dildo? Are you fucking kidding me?” His words were full of malice.

“You haven't made me come in months. I've been working my ass off to try to give you extra money to put for a down payment. I'm exhausted. I can barely afford to pay my own bills.”

“Well that's your problem. You don't have a real job so why would you expect to make real money.” He said and you shook your head.

“I'm sick of your shit. You cheating was just the icing on the bullshit cake you've been feeding me. I'll send you the divorce papers.” You said, turning and walking out of the apartment with the last of your bags.

It would be nice for you to enjoy a week away from home and not have to think about anything except how you couldn't really afford to take a week off. You'd have to find a new place to live when you got home, feeling horrible that you'd be shacked up at a friend's for nearly two months.

You'd saved up a bit and it would be enough for a couple of months rent, but you'd still need to work your ass off to live on your own. You'd thought about finding someone to rent with but who? All of your friends at home were in relationships.

As you and Patrick headed to the parking lot and put your bags into the back of his shitty old Rav 4, you did take a deep breath. You were fascinated as you watched the city pass by out the window and then it turned over into desert before arriving at the on base housing at Fightertown.

Patrick had a cute little cottage, just a few rooms split between two floors. You put your bags down in the spare room on the first floor. He didn't have another bed, but you assured him the couch would be just fine for the week.

“Just like high school, right?” He asked, remembering simpler times when you crashed on each other's couches after long nights of studying and talking about which boys were the cutest and which were just plain jerks. Patrick settled on the couch next to you for a minute, putting an arm around your shoulders. “I'm so happy you could come out. I think it'll be good for you to get away. And my parents couldn't make it so you're my chaperone at the bars when we go, okay?”

“Yeah, I don't drink remember?” You said and he nodded.

“I know, I'll try to contain myself, but I know there's some hot pilots in town this week too.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. You smacked him gently.

“I'm not dating yet.” You murmured and he bumps your shoulder with his.

“Yeah. But you can still look. Maybe talk. Maybe kiss? Maybe fuck?” He chided and you couldn't help but smack him again.

“Stop it!” You yell, pushing him. He falls to the cushions with laughter and you can't help but think of how much you missed him all these years and how easy your friendship had been back then. When everything was simpler.

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You get dressed that night, ready to head out to his favorite bar and one that apparently the entire Navy touted about. You put on a cute number, a long floral patterned dress, a dark teal undertone and a little bit of skin showing at your sides and your upper back, down to a vee that fastened just above your tailbone. You wore flats, not heels. You didn't want to stand in heels all night, as apparently this place got busy quickly and you probably wouldn't be guaranteed a table.

Patrick dressed in his Navy standard khakis with his new rank badge on. Captain Patrick McLaighan. It sounded pretty nice to him, and when his friends all shouted his callsign ‘Irish’ as he entered, it brought a wide smile to your face.

You were unbelievably happy for him. He worked his way through the ranks and finally got the promotion that he had always been hoping for, despite being bullied for his choice in a partner.

Now if only you could get to a place where you were that happy again.

You stood at the bar, waiting for your Coca-Cola and Patrick's Moscow Mule. You turn, glancing around, surveying, when a pretty, tall, and broad shouldered blond man walks up, placing his hands on the bar for a moment before turning to face you. He motions for three beers to the bartender, then smirks at you.

“Hey. I'm Jake.” He nods, reaching out to shake your hand. You oblige and introduce yourself. He smiled when you said your name.

“Pretty name for a pretty lady.” He leaned on an elbow on the bar as the bartender placed his beers in front of him.

“Thanks...I guess.” You said, taking a deep breath. You glanced back over at Patrick, who was dancing next to his boyfriend.

“Are you new in town? Never seen you before.” Jake asked, not even touching his beers. You pursed your lips.

“Just visiting a friend.” You said, studying the man as he did the same to you. He also wore Navy standard khakis and you recognized that he was a Lieutenant Commander. His badge said ‘Seresin’ and you rolled the name around your brain for a few moments before his voice met your ears again.

“Ah, boyfriend. Right? Or maybe husband?” He asked, seemingly defeated as he grabbed all three beers.

“No actually. Just a good, old friend. He got promoted. He's over with his boyfriend and friends. I was just grabbing him another drink.” You explained as the bartender placed your coke and Patrick's drink down for you to take. Jake's smirk returned then.

“But you're not single.” He half asked, half stated and you nodded.

“Just divorced actually. I know, red flag .” You said, smiling and rolling your eyes. Jake chuckled.

“Not the worst red flag. Maybe I'll see you around.” Jake said, tipping his head and wading back through the crowd to his friends. You made your way back to Patrick. He put his arm around your shoulders as he slipped his drink and his friends all began to sing something about a drunken sailor. You just simply went along with it, taking in the merriment of the evening.

At some point the party atmosphere died down and many of the other sailors dispersed. You had finally been able to sit down. You glanced at your phone. You had four texts and eighteen Facebook notifications.

Ex-Husband: i cant believe you put it on facebook

Ex-Husband: thats so embarrassing why would you do that to me

Ex-Husband: everyone is asking me what I did wrong

Ex-Husband: its unreal how you always get everyone on your side

You weren’t even going to dignify that with an answer. He knew exactly what he did wrong. He was just trying to get you to text him back.

Facebook: 18 likes on your relationship status, 3 comments

Jenny commented: good for you hun 😘

Kallie commented: what the fuck happened???

Nancy (your mom) commented: sad its over but happy you can make new memories love you

You groaned and placed your phone face down then rubbed your hands over your face. You felt weight next to you on the bench seat, and a loud creak of the leather and wood along with it. You expected Patrick to sling his arm around your shoulders again but when he didn’t you glanced out from behind your hands.

“You okay?” It was Jake. Jake that you met earlier. Jake Seresin. Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin. You waved a hand dismissively.

“Fine. None of your business.” You said sharply. His brows knitted and he moved off the seat, holding his hands up defensively.

“Sorry. Won't bother you again.” He murmured, a faint and playful smirk still on his lips, hoping that you didn't mean it. You didn't.

“No wait! I'm sorry. I'm just...” You sighed heavily.

“Stressed? You seem stressed. I know we don't know each other but if you'd like to talk to an unbiased party...I'm your man.” Jake interrupted softly, offering his support, something that not many people had been willing to give.

“Yeah?” You perked up a bit, his smile winning you over in the end.

“Lay it on me.” He sat, sitting back down next to you.

You swallowed hard, giving him only so much detail, just the bare bones that he needed to understand what had happened. When you finished, he blew air from his lips and folded his arms across his chest.

“You know what I think? Your ex sounds like a dick. I don't know you but from what you said it seems like you were doing the best you could and he couldn't or wouldn't see it no matter what. You deserve a lot better, sweetheart.” Jake said, placing his hand over yours gingerly, testing the waters. You allowed it, allowed the comfort he was providing, and you both stared at each other for a few moments, soaking in the seemingly quiet moment you shared. You noticed the green in his eyes, a sagey but bright color flecked with gold that seemed to sparkle even more as he stared at you. He was looking at you, really looking at you, not through you, like your ex would.

You pulled your hand away and smiled weakly. “I appreciate you taking my side. It would’ve been nice to have that a couple of months ago.” You said softly, folding your arms across your chest. You leaned back and Jake placed his arm across the back of the bench, fingers only inches from your shoulders, never touching, just waiting.

“I see you’ve met Hangman.” You heard Patrick’s voice over the lessening din of the bar as it cut through the moment you and Jake were settled in.

“That your callsign?” You asked, smirking at him. Jake nodded.

“Yeah and maybe I’ll tell you how I got it over dinner.” Jake mused, leaving a card on the table as he retreated. Patrick sat down next to you, a wide smirk on his face.

“That is a prime specimen and if you don’t at least fuck him while you’re here, you’re nuts.” Patrick said with a lilt of humor in his voice. You nudged him, watching as Jake made his way out of the bar, letting a last glance fall upon you. He smiled and saluted you. You tipped your head, acknowledging him. You did hope you'd see him again.

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This time you wore a pretty lavender colored dress, flowy in the skirt and a plain cotton material with a vee neck and short sleeves. Patrick's official ceremony was today, where he would get a service medal for his last deployment and his new rank announced in front of a group of his peers.

You sat in the back of the crowd, simply there to support. When the ceremony was over, and he was conversing with his friends, fellow sailors and pilots, and his superiors, you decided to sneak off and try to find a bathroom. You had to pee. Bad. Making your way through double doors, you came to a foyer, a large entry way with pictures, of several higher ranking officers and candid moments from deployments.

As you peruse the photos, you forget about the bathroom. You smiled as you took in the memories displayed, but heard booted footsteps behind you.

“Long time no see.” It was Jake. You did a double take. He was in his Navy standard khakis, hands folded behind his back as he strode up, a smirk painting his lips. He looked clean cut and well put together, even though he had looked that way the other night too. Without the haze of alcohol, without the noise and excitement of the bar, he looked handsome. He was handsome.

“I was looking for the bathroom.” You said sheepishly, glancing around. Jake chuckled and pointed down a hall to where there was a restroom sign. You sighed.

“You look beautiful.” He said softly, stepping closer. Your cheeks heated and you fidgeted with your fingers.

“How long are you here for?” You asked, brows furrowing.

“Few months. On a break before my next deployment.” He murmured, leaning against the wall casually. He smirked. “You?”

“Just the week.” You said. He shook his head.

“Do you even want to go back? It didn't sound like you wanted to last night.” He asked. You shrugged.

“I have to.” You said, almost dejected.

“You don't have to.” He grinned.

“I can't afford to stay out here.” You said, folding your arms across your chest. Jake blew air from his lips and bounced off the wall.

“That's unfortunate because I'd love to get to know you better.” He said, stepping in closer to you. You took a shaky breath.

“You would?” You asked, backing into the wall behind you. You felt heat pool lower and your lips parted.

“I would.” He placed a hand by your head on the wall and leaned in even closer. Your hands met his chest, stopping him from getting any closer.

“I've never done this before.” You said, your voice cracking with emotion, thinking of your ex. Goddamn him.

“Been interested in a guy after a break up?” Jake asked, voice softer than you expected.

“No...been divorced...thinking about moving on so quickly. I don't know how to do this.” You murmured. Jake reached up, brushing his thumb against your cheek, wiping away the tear that you hadn't even realized had escaped.

“How about you just let yourself feel something other than guilt? What he did wasn't your fault.” Jake's voice was low but almost...reassuring.

“Then why does it feel like it is?” You asked, as if you're begging him to have the answer.

“Because you weren't given closure and you didn't deserve not having that either.” Jake wiped another tear away, then cupped your cheek.

“What do you think I deserve?” You asked, your voice beginning to shatter like glass, just like your emotions. Your fingers claw at his shirt, as if they were grasping for that closure in him.

“A second chance.” He said, his lips now only inches from yours. Your breath quickened and he watched as your eyes darted from his to his lips and back.

“You're just trying to get into my panties.” You offered but he shot it down immediately.

“I'm not. Give me a chance to show you.” He pleads softly.

“What by taking me to dinner?” You asked, nearly scoffing. Dinner was the oldest trick in the book and you were tired of it.

“No, something different.” He said, staying in your space. You let him.

“Like?”

“Give me your number and I'll text you tomorrow with plans.” He said and you hesitate, one, two, three beats before holding out your hand. He gives you his phone and you put it under ‘east coast girl’ with an anchor emoji. He smirks when he sees it. He drums his fingers on the wall and then pushes away from you. He winks and backs away, nearly hitting the opposite wall as he leaves, making you giggle at how silly he looked.

Your heart sounded in your chest, excitedly by the thought of trying something new with someone new.

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Jake shoots you a text in the morning just like he said he would. That makes your heart flutter again.

Hot Pilot Jake: pick you up at seven, wear comfy clothes, nothing fancy

His name in your phone was courtesy of Patrick and you hoped Jake never saw it. You'd change it before tonight just in case. You edited the name to just ‘Jake’. You puzzled over what he meant then.

Nothing fancy. The only not fancy thing you'd brought was a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt with your favorite band's logo on it. You figured maybe it could be a talking point. You got dressed and lounged for most of the day, panicking slightly at all of the emotions you were feeling around this ‘date’. You felt guilty,like you shouldn't be entertaining this but maybe Jake was right. Maybe you did need to just let go and feel something else. And he was offering to guide you there which he wouldn't ever know how much you appreciated. Not right away, at least.

When Jake arrived to pick you up, your breath caught in your chest at the sight of him. Backwards ball cap, black muscle shirt with a silver logo on the front, and black shorts, along with running shoes.

He was too gorgeous for you. At least that's what your brain kept telling you. He was too good looking to be interested in you. And you kept telling yourself that s he wanted was what was between your legs. He'd prove you wrong by the end of the night.

He helped you up into the big black GMC diesel truck that he drove and then you were off. He had the radio on low, country music, and you found yourself comforted at the fact that he even listened to anything. Your ex preferred silence when he drove.

The sun was beginning to set and when he pulled off the road and parked, your heart started up again.

“Wait here.’ He said, putting a hand up. He gathered some things from the back and went to the bed of the truck. He prepared a place for you both to sit and pulled the cooler out where he had food and drinks. Once everything was ready, he went to your door and helped you out, then into the bed of the truck. He climbed up after and pulled his shoes off. You did the same and he placed both pairs on the tailgate away from you.

“What kind of sandwich would you like?” He asked, reaching in and pulling one out for himself. You shrugged.

“Surprise me.” You said with a small smile. He handed you a sandwich wrapped in foil and you opened it. Turkey, cheese, mayo, mustard. Coincidentally, one of your favorites. You both ate quietly and he cracked open a cold cider beer for you both. You clinked bottles together and took a sip.

He opened a bag of chips and you both reached your hands in at the same time. You blushed. He chuckled and took his out, letting you go first. You did and when he took a chip after, he held it out to you. You attempted to grab it with your fingers but he pulled it away. He tried again and held the chip in front of your lips. You took it in your mouth and smirked as you chewed. He grinned wide and took another for himself. As you both finished your food, Jake cleaned up the trash and then he leaned back against his side of the truck bed. You smiled as you swirled the last of your beer around in the bottle and then pointed at him, leaning back as well.

“I thought you were gonna murder me.” You laughed and he feigned hurt before chuckling.

“I would never. I’m not a monster like your ex.” Jake mused and your brows furrowed. He wasn’t exactly wrong. While your ex wouldn’t go that far, it was still horrible of him to do what he did to you. Jake motioned for you to scoot over next to him. You hesitated, but eventually decided to move and sit next to him. He placed his arm around your shoulders and you let him.

You glanced at him, observed him, seeing how devastatingly charming he was. How very handsome he was. The charisma almost reminded you of your ex. But Jake was different. Jake had an ego, but one that he could back up. He was, after all, a decently higher ranking Naval Aviator. You studied Jake as he did the same to you. Both of you locked eyes, but it was Jake who leaned in. It was Jake who reached up and brushed his knuckles over your cheek. It was Jake who waited for you to close the distance between the two of you, but begged for it at the same time.

And it was you who touched your lips to his first.

It was a tentative kiss, almost unsure, but not from him. No, from him you felt certainty. From him you felt...steadiness. From him, you felt safety. He reached up and cupped your face in his hands, gently. He was taller, broader, stronger than your ex, but somehow he was softer. Somehow he was more sensitive. Maybe it was because you were looking for it, or maybe it was because he just was that way, but you melted into Jake, into his warmth and refuge.

As you parted, Jake's sage green eyes met yours, and his lips twitched. He saw in your eyes, what you were feeling. He saw the guilt, the anguish, the struggle, the fucking turmoil that your mind was wheeling and dealing and he pulled you into a tight embrace. One that made you think twice about going home. One that made you want to stay here a little longer.

“What are you doing to me?” You whispered unintentionally and you felt Jake smirk into your hair.

“Trying to convince you it wasn't your fault.” His voice was low, but soft, and he smoothed a hand over your hair. You bit your lip and looked up at him.

“You're making it too hard to let go.” You said softly and Jake tilted his head.

“I don't think you wanted to let go in the first place.” He murmured. You stayed silent for a while, rifling through the confusion in your brain. You wanted to stay. You wanted Jake. He had shown you more care and respect in the past three days than your ex ever had in the years you had been married. You swallowed hard, wondering what your life might look like if you decided to stay here. How could you afford it? Would Jake take care of you? Or would he dump you as soon as he got in your panties? Everything was uncertain and that felt awful to you.

But with Jake, it all felt a little lighter.

He brought you home, and at the door, he simply kissed your temple and then shoved his hands in his pockets, watching as your hand lingered on the door. You invited him in.

“I may not read words on a page...but people...people I read every piece of.” Jake murmured, his eyes flicking to yours and holding your gaze. “And I don't think you're the kind of girl lookin’ for a one night stand. I think whoever he was, because of whatever he did, he didn't deserve you.”

“And you do?” You asked, brows furrowing. Jake reached for you, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I didn't say that. No, I don't deserve you. But I'd sure as hell like to earn the right to have you.” Jake's fingers lingered on yours, gentle, steady, not begging, just waiting. You took in a shaky breath.

“You seem like the type of guy who just takes what he wants.” You said, drawing back slightly. He chuckled lowly.

“Oh, I am, but with some things, you can't do that. Some things are too good to take. Sometimes the journey to getting them is far too beautiful to not enjoy.” Jake’s lids lowered, and you noticed his lips twitch. Your gaze caught his, stayed there, searching. You were searching for a reason not to go through with this. A reason to stop. But you couldn't find one that Jake wouldn't turn down, that he wouldn't poke a hole through. You wanted him to come in. You wanted the one night to turn into many more. He squeezed your hand and pulled away, his fingers leaving yours. His smile was weak, like he knew he was hurting you at that moment. “If you’d like, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I’d like that.” You admitted. Jake’s smile grew wider then before leaving and it stayed that way until he was home and laying comfortably in his bed. He thought of you that night, and you thought of him, until you both fell asleep.

After your date with Jake, Patrick had wanted to know everything, but there was a little bit of your date that you wanted to keep close to your heart. The way Jake made you feel, you wanted to keep that between you and him. That wasn’t for anyone else to know, not even your best friend.

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Jake: ill pick you up, i have something else planned, is seven okay?

You replied with a yes and this time, you picked a pretty blue dress, simple short sleeves, v-neck, skirt that fell flowy to just above your knees. You just paired it with pretty flip flops, just incase Jake had something crazy planned.

Your ex had hated when you wore dresses.

Everyone is looking at you. I don’t want people looking at you.

Just a reminder of how jealous and insecure he was. Here and now though, without him, you were free to do what you wanted. And you had a feeling that Jake didn’t mind if people looked at you, especially if you were hanging off of his arm.

Jake picked you up at seven on the dot, and when you asked what you were doing, he simply replied ‘nothing’ with a big smirk. Your brows furrowed and you watched out the window as the small cottages passed by, all cookie-cutter like in size and shape. It didn't take long and Jake pulled into the driveway of a small house, similar to the other, except an American flag and a Navy flag hung from near the front door.

Jake turned his truck off and hopped out, going around to your side to help you down, much like a princess exiting a horse drawn carriage, except your chariot was a tuned GMC Duramax diesel that you looked at a little too long when Jake left last night, and your prince was a Naval Aviator, dressed in a white t-shirt that showed every defined abdominal muscle when the wind blew, and black athletic shorts.

He led you up the steps and through the door, where you were greeted by a beautiful black dog, with amber eyes, pointed ears, and a sleek coat. He was medium sized and excitedly jumped at Jake, but poked at your hand gently.

“Ballast, platz.” Jake commanded and the dog obeyed, going to a bed in the corner of the room. When you entered, you noticed there was no hallway, just the living and kitchen. There was a small square table, presumably his dinner table, and he had a tv mounted on the wall. His sofa was small, just enough for no more than four people to sit on, but everything felt cozy. Jake turned to you. “Did you want me to show you around or...”

“Sure. I’m assuming this is your place?” You said with a small smile. He nodded and smirked.

“It is. A little better than on base housing. Closer to the water. And a backyard for the pup.” He glanced at the dog, who wagged his tail. Jake released him from his place and the dog circled you and Jake a few times before settling. Jake ran a hand over the dog's head and the dog whined and panted, while looking between you and Jake.

Jake knelt down and rubbed the dog's neck. “I know I brought a girl home. It's supposed to be against bro code but I really like this one.” He said to the dog, then his gaze shifted to you.

You blushed. Then, you decided to try something. You batted your eyelashes and smiled wide.

“You like me, huh?” You asked, and Jake rose, crowding your space immediately. You feel your cheeks heat more at his proximity. His breath is warm and minty in your face as he reaches up to brush hair from your face. He's staring at you in a way that you've never known or seen. You might call it reverent.

“I do like you.” He murmured, closing some of the distance between the two of you. You searched his eyes then, looking for a shred of a lie, as if you could see it in his irises. You knew you couldn't but you knew what love looked like, and you might dare say underneath reverence, was love.

You closed the gap. Jake draws back, only slightly, almost surprised at your neediness. It manifests in your fingers, tugging at his short blond locks, in your hips pressing against his, in your body begging for his.

You could feel his smirk. You could feel the lust coursing through him. And you felt it deep down within yourself, that primal need to fuck. You hadn't felt this way in a long time. Not since you had met your ex husband, but this time it felt different. This need felt different. It was stronger, more solid. Maybe it was because this was all new and exciting, or maybe, just maybe you were starting to develop feelings for the blond aviator.

His arms wind around you and pull you closer. He presses his body into you, pushes you back toward the stairs and when the back of your heels hit the step, you glance back. Your gaze settles on Jake and he raises his brows, motioning toward upstairs.

“You wanted a tour right?” He said, huskily. You nodded with a huge smirk. You turned and he followed you upstairs, biting his lip as he watched your hips sway, your ass in his face as you both headed up the stairs. The black dog followed, hot on Jake’s heels but as you both got the top step, Jake asked the dog to ‘platz’ again. He turned to you and guided you toward an open door, where you saw a bed, with a white sheet and two pillows. Very standard. There was a small balcony and there was a cool breeze coming through it, making the sheer curtains blow gently.

Jake led you to the balcony, letting you look out at it for a moment. You took in the shoreline below, the palm trees sparsely littered along the coast here and there. The sun was setting, hues of orange, pink, and blue melding together in the sky. Jake’s arms snaked around your waist and you let yourself melt into him. You let your head fall against his chest. You let your back lean into his chest and you let his fingers trace patterns across your mid-section.

You turned in his arms, and reached up to run your fingers through the blond hair at his temples. You tilted your head, noticing there was a tiny bit of grey on either side.

“Does this conclude the tour?” You asked softly. Jake grinned.

“Well, this concludes the house tour, but...there’s another type of tour I could give you.” He said, as you giggled, your hands meeting his chest then. Your eyes locked for a long few moments before you spoke again.

“I think I’d be up for that tour.” You say softly, stretching up to kiss him. You felt him sigh heavily, and he began stepping into your space, forcing you backwards away from the balcony, and toward the bed. He was gentle, his body leading the way. Your legs hit the back of the bed and you lowered yourself, looking up at him from hooded lids. You poked your nose toward him and he knelt down in front of you, his hands meeting your thighs, pausing.

He was looking for permission.

You placed your fingers atop his, then moved his hands to the hem of your dress. You wordlessly asked him to start there. It had been months since you had been with anyone. Months since you’d had release. You needed this, wanted it, but you were nervous. You’d gotten used to your ex, who, at the end, wouldn’t even look at you when you had sex.

Jake’s eyes met yours, his hands moving up and under the skirt of your dress. They were warm and rough as they met your hips. He hooked his thumbs in the band of your panties. You placed your hands on the sheets and leaned back slightly, allowing Jake to pull the pretty lingerie off that you'd picked.

“My favorite color.” He murmured, holding them up by one finger, his gaze fixated on the navy blue satin panties. Yes, you did match it to your dress. Yes, you guessed at what color he might like. Yes, you had worn it hoping he would get the chance to do exactly this. You didn't want a one night stand. You just wanted Jake.

He stood then, slotting himself between your thighs. He pulled you closer, letting you feel him through his shorts. Your cheeks went red and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“You sure about this?” He asked, as he pushed the skirt of your dress up at the same time. You nodded hesitantly and he clocked it. He reached up, cupping your cheek. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You said, firmly. Jake raised a brow.

“Why?” He asked, fingers trailing down to your shoulder, pushing the fabric of your dress down so that it rested against your upper arm, exposing your bare skin. He tilted his head.

“Because I want to know if I actually like you or if I just want to have sex with someone.” You admitted. Jake bit his lip and his other hand came up to pull the dress sleeve from your other shoulder. His eyes were hooded as a small smirk formed, his thumb brushing against your collarbone. The gesture was small but it made you shiver. The way his fingers moved didn’t feel like he wanted to have sex, they felt like he wanted to explore. Like he was excited to explore you.

“So, if we have sex, and you don’t want me after, are you just going to leave?” He asked, hand traveling around to the middle of your back. He was looking for a bra. His fingers paused when he found none, head tilting the other way, smirk growing wider.

“If you wanted me to, yes.” You said, as his hand traveled around to the front of your dress. Your breasts fit perfectly in his hands and he squeezed gently before you saw his eyes darken even more. The realization hit him that the front of your dress was padded and all he had to do was slip it down to expose your breasts made his cock twitch.

“I wouldn’t want you to.” He murmured, eyes darting to yours. His hands were warm on your skin and you could almost feel the electricity between the two of you, the sense of anticipation that was coursing through you both. Your brows raised at his comment.

“But if I didn’t want you...” You began and he leaned down, taking your lips in a needy kiss before speaking.

“I would convince you otherwise.” He said softly, and your hands met his chest then, fingers curling into his shirt. You tugged unconsciously and he pulled away for a short moment, to remove the white t-shirt. You swallowed hard as he revealed tanned, toned skin, rippling muscle that flexed with the smallest movement. Your eyes traveled down to the v-line that led into his shorts and your breath caught, noticing the outline of his length. You’d felt how hard he was, but now that you were seeing it, you almost didn’t believe it.

Your ex could barely look at you, and Jake was looking like he craved you. You weren’t the problem.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded, your eyes tracking up over the hard planes before you to his face, that naughty smirk plastered there. You took a deep breath, letting it out shakily before reaching for your dress. He watched as you slowly pushed the fabric down, exposing your breasts to the cool air, the nipples pebbling. Jake licked his lips as he watched your breasts bounce free. He wanted to grab them, squeeze them, suck on them, but he didn’t want to scare you away either. He wanted to take it at your pace, because he could tell you were still unsure. His hands met your forearms and traveled up, thumbs tracing your jawline, then stopping to cup your cheeks again. He bent down once more, lips gentle on yours.

You reached for his chest, never having felt muscle like he had. You explored for a few moments, hands feather light against his skin. He allowed it, letting you run your hands up and down and memorize his body. You paused at his hips, at the waistband of his shorts, and you glanced up. He nodded.

Your fingers dipped beneath the elastic, pushing the material down. He had boxer briefs underneath, and the scent of his sweat, his arousal hit your nose then. His shorts fell to pool at his feet and your hands reached for the briefs, beginning to pull them down too. Jake stopped you though.

“Whoa there, let me give you some attention too. We can take turns.” He said, placing your hands on his stomach. He guided you further onto the bed, climbing over the top of you. As he pulled your dress down, fingers brushing your sides, and your hips, and your thighs, you let your head fall back against the mattress. His touch was soft, and you hadn’t felt anything like it in such a long time that it felt almost too good to be true.

Jake studied you for a moment as he removed your dress completely, watching your expression change from reluctance to pleasure. He threw your dress to the floor, again climbing over you, but this time he spread your legs, and pressed his length against you, the only barrier being the fabric of his boxer briefs. The feeling of his hardness elicited a small moan from you.

“What do you like, baby? Do you wanna do it like this, or is there a position that's more comfortable for you?” He asked, mouth hovering over your breasts. He pressed a kiss to the top swells, and you sighed, the feeling of his warm lips on skin reserved only for a lover sparking fire low in your belly.

“I don't know...I've never been...”

“No one has ever asked you what you like?” He asked and you shook your head. He scoffed. “Well, you've never been treated right by a man then.”

Jake let his lips fall further, connecting with one of your nipples. Your breath caught and you felt him smirk, as he gently touched his teeth to the skin, not hard enough to hurt, but not too soft that you couldn't feel them. He teased both nipples, sucking and nipping carefully, all the while his eyes on your expression, which delved deeper into pleasure the more he worked.

When he ceased, he rose, his lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss, more wanton than before. It made your head spin and your hands gripped his biceps. You felt the muscles underneath flexing as he hovered over you. Your hands traveled up and around to the back of his neck, nails pressing into the back of his shoulder muscles. He drew back, and pushed the boxer briefs down all the way finally, letting a groan of relief escape his lips. You felt heat blossom below your waist and at the back of your neck, spreading around to your cheeks. Jake saw this, saw the rosiness settle, and it only fueled him more.

“One second.” He said softly, backing off the bed. He went to his nightstand and opened the top drawer. You propped yourself up, watching as he pulled a condom and a bottle of lube from it. He placed them on the bed next to your hip and then he knelt at the side of the bed, pulling you by your hips toward him. He splayed his hands on your stomach and rubbed his thumbs over the soft flesh there. Your brows furrowed as he kissed just above your belly button. Then below it. Then he kissed the dip at your hips, grazing his teeth over the layer of natural padding you had.

You felt the room spin as you watched him kiss up and down your inner thighs, You felt your pleasure building and he hadn’t even touched you where you wanted him most yet. No man before him had ever taken this much time before shoving his face between your legs, but Jake. He was teasing you and taking his time so that you would be ready for him.

“If at any point, it’s too much, or you don’t like something, tell me. I want you to feel comfortable, okay?” He said, rubbing his thumbs up and down the back of your thighs, before pressing a long kiss to the crease where your leg and thigh met. You nodded, because that was all you could muster. You couldn’t form words at the moment. You barely had any thoughts either, just static between your ears and that static ceased when Jake dipped his tongue inside you for the first time.

He was gentle, more so than you’d expected. He was a damn Navy pilot. They were all raucous and wild. Not Jake. Jake was reserved. He commanded any room he was in. But he was also calculating. He was puzzling over every move he made and not just how it would benefit him, but how it would benefit you.

He took long, languid laps at your center with his tongue, his hands still splayed wide on your stomach. He felt your abs tense and release as he worked you further up to the peak of your pleasure. He hummed, letting his eyes close, letting himself get lost in your taste. He drew away for a moment, inhaling evenly through his nose and dragging a hand down to pull your pussy lips apart at the top. He used his thumb to push the skin up and expose your clit even more.

When he dove back in, alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting his tongue into you, your hips bucked, unable to control your body’s natural urges. He chuckled as you kept moving, your head lolling back against the sheet, your hands gripping the sheets above your head. He stayed there, but his warm breath only pushed you closer as he coaxed you toward that final peak.

“That’s it, baby. Doin’ so good. Such a good girl.” You laughed at his words, out of surprise, out of excitement, out of ecstasy, as he continued, adding one more layer to the mix of sensations. His thumb. He pressed his thumb firmly on your clit, and drew small circles before placing his mouth back over you, taking one long drag, sucking hard one last time before you fell apart. You called his name, felt your walls pulse hard at nothing, felt your muscles seize, your fingers dig into the sheets. Your breath came out in shallow pants and he kept his mouth on you, gently licking you through your comedown.

Your heart pounded and your breathing took a few minutes to come back to baseline again. Your eyes met his, and then you reached down, running a hand through his short blond locks. He preened, smiling like he’d just done the best thing ever. And he did. At least for you. He wiped his mouth on the sheets, then stood, and you couldn't help but look down at his cock, hanging hard between his legs. You’d seen the outline of it earlier, felt it against you, but seeing it now, you realized he was a little bigger than average. He was certainly bigger than your ex. Not by much, but enough for you to notice and you bit your lip as he reached for the condom, ripping it open with his teeth. He rolled it onto his length and placed the wrapper on the nightstand. He took the lube and flicked it open, but before he poured any out, he looked at you.

“Is it okay if I use some? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He said and your brows knitted. You propped yourself up.

“Uhm. I’ve never needed it before.” You said and he raised a brow.

“You’ve never used lube?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I mean, I’ve wanted to but...” You began but he shook his head, waving a hand.

“He didn’t want you to? That’s shitty. Doesn’t matter if you’re wet already. A little lube helps it feel even better, I promise.” Jake assured you.

“I’m not opposed to it. I just wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t expecting any of this really.” You said, your voice still slightly shaky from the orgasm he’d given you. He smiled, a genuine one that reached his eyes. He climbed onto the bed and repositioned your legs so they were spread wide again, slotting himself as close as he could.

“I want you to feel good. If you feel good, I feel good. Got it?” He asked and you nodded hastily. His cock was draped over your center. He glanced down, then back up at you for permission. You bit your lip, wanting to ask for something, but not wanting to interrupt his actions. He noticed though, watching your eyes dart from his length, to his lips. He squirted some lube onto his palm, then rubbed along his length to spread it. He put a little bit more on two fingers, then dipped them just at your entrance. He saw you still looked hesitant, so he asked,“What’s wrong?”

“ I...um ...can you...I’m sorry, it’s silly, Nevermind, go ahead.” You stuttered, glancing away from him, embarrassed. He wouldn’t have that though, guiding your gaze back to his by way of two fingers on your chin.

“What do you need from me? Tell me. Is there something you like that you want me to do?” Jake said, and your bit your lip a little harder before your jaw tightened.

“Can you...when you put it in...can you kiss me...at the same time?” You shifted uncomfortably after asking, feeling silly. You avoided eye contact, but Jake wouldn't have that either. He leaned down, using one strong forearm to hold himself up. His lips hovered over yours.

“I can do that, of course.” He said, doing exactly what you asked, lips connecting with yours. You brought your hands up and cupped his cheeks, fingers combing through the hair at his temples as he took himself in his other hand and rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds, coating himself with more lube and your wetness. When he pushed inside of you, he moaned into your mouth, and you did the same, melding into one shared sound of satisfaction. Once he had an inch or two in, he let go and brought his other hand up. He placed both hands around your head, sinking further into you, letting you feel every inch, letting you adjust slowly to him. He slid in so easily, between the lube and your own arousal, as you continued making out, you could only think how nothing had ever felt this good with your ex.

When he was fully sheathed inside your warmth, Jake paused, and broke the kiss.

“Good?” He asked, his voice dropped an octave from before. You smiled up at him, brushing your fingers through the hair at his temples. He leaned in for another kiss, then began to move his hips, slowly at first, and you knew this was very different. You could feel how strong he was, and how much he was holding back. You moved your hands down to his chest, dragging your nails gently down. His thrusts were measured, even, and your movements didn’t seem to affect him, even as your fingers brushed over his nipples, down his torso, feeling the coils of muscle in his lower half as he began to pick up his pace slightly.

You thought it was all innocent, but Jake was barely hanging on. He was breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to keep his composure, trying to make love to you, not fuck you. He didn’t want this to be one night. He wanted more, and if he could show you just how good he could be, maybe you’d think about staying.

Your hands traveled back up to his shoulders, then down to his biceps, where they stayed, wrapping your small hands around his bulging muscles. He slowed for a moment to kiss you again, and you could feel the lust passing between the two of you. You hadn’t realized your second orgasm was building, coming quickly, not until your lips met again. You felt your walls clench, and you know Jake felt it too, because he shifted slightly, tilting his pelvis just slightly for a different angle. You sucked in a sharp breath at the same time he did, your eyes locking onto his green ones.

Jake felt his balls draw up tight, his abdominal muscles tighten and he knew he was at the edge, just about where he couldn’t come back from. He sped up a little more, and that was when your mouth dropped open, small sounds of pleasure begging to leave your lips in time with his thrusts. He kissed your neck, down to your collarbone, grazing his teeth over it as his hips stuttered, losing rhythm, losing control. He held on for a few more thrusts before he let out a low and guttural groan, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands flew up to the back of his neck, nails digging in as you too, came undone, muscles clamping down hard around him. He stilled, filling the condom. He stayed there, raising his head then to kiss your jaw.

Jake felt a wave of exhaustion roll over him, his vision blurring for a second as he felt your pussy flutter around his length. Your fingers combed through his hair comfortingly, letting him know that you were good.

He didn’t ask how you felt. He knew. He could feel it. Could feel you. He could see just how flushed your cheeks were, how swollen your lips were, and he could feel the warmth between the two of you. Jake let his length slip from you, and he stepped off the bed for a moment. You sat up, taking a deep breath, body still feeling electric with post orgasmic bliss. Jake motioned for you to follow him, helping you to stand, legs shaky.

He led you to the bathroom, and he carefully pulled the condom off, disposing of it, then wiping himself off.

“Do you want to rinse yourself off or do you want me to help?” He asked, eyes flicking to the shower.

“Help?” You half-asked, and the corner of Jake’s lips turned up. He brushed past you, turning the water on warm, borderline hot, before taking your hand and guiding you over the short wall, making sure you didn’t slip. He stepped over it as well and closed the curtain.

“I only have my soap and shampoo so if you want to actually wash yourself, you’re gonna smell like blue cypress and...” He took the bottle from the shelf and read it aloud. “Uh...coastal air. Apparently.”

You giggled softly. “I wouldn’t mind smelling like you.”

He smirked wide as he squeezed some of the body wash into his hand and lathered it, then began to wash your body first. He didn’t scrub, just smoothed his hands over your wet skin, and he took special care to between your legs. Once you were all soapy, he washed himself, just a quick and rough scrub before helping you rinse yourself off.

When all was said and done, he offered you a towel and he wrapped his around his waist, leaving you to do anything else you needed to, but not before pressing a kiss to your forehead. As he left the bathroom, you took a moment, looking in the mirror. You looked, really looked at yourself and for a moment, you studied yourself in the mirror. You felt the tension of the past few months had melted away, and as you thought of the blond pilot just across the hallway in the bedroom, you smiled. Not a fake one, a genuine, huge smile. A smile you hadn’t smiled in a long time. After drying yourself and peeing quickly, you headed back into the bedroom, and found Jake laying under the sheets, an arm behind his head. His other was draped across his stomach.

“So, are you staying?” He asked, and you grinned, climbing underneath the sheets and cuddling against him.

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You shifted, opening one eye halfway. You felt hot breath on your neck, and a warm body against your own. You pushed back against him, remembering that Jake was laying behind you, under the sheets, and it was hot under them. You rolled just in time to see him grin and open his eyes.

“You're up early.” His voice was raspy and rough, his fingers instinctively dancing across your lower back.

“Every day.” You said softly, and Jake brought a hand up, running his fingers through your hair gently. His eyes studied you.

“Stay.” He begged, his nose brushing your cheek, fingers working steady circled on your bare hip. You knew what he meant. Not just stay the morning, or the rest of the day. He meant stay with him, be with him.

“Jake...I...” You hesitated. You're brows knitted. You felt tears sting your eyes.

“Don't tell me you can't. Just promise me you will.” He murmured, his lips feather light as they connected with yours. He was offering something that you didn't think would ever come again. A second chance, and safety. You wanted it. Craved it. Needed it, just like you'd needed him last night. You bit your lip. He was staring expectantly.

“I'll...”

“Stay. Give this a chance.” He said, your brows knitted in the middle, never having known the want that he was displaying. He bit his lip then. “Give us a chance.”

“I...want...to...but...” Your gaze dropped.

“Don't tell me you're scared. I don't believe that for a second.” His voice was softer then, as if he knew you needed reassurance.

“I am though.” You admitted.

“You've already done the hardest part. You left him.” He said.

“Yeah, but the next part...leaving my home. The only one I’ve ever known. That’s even scarier.” Your voice trembled and Jake pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m on leave for a few months until my next deployment. I can help. I’ll come with you.” Jake said into your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“You don’t need to.” You curled into his chest, your words a lie. You wanted him to. You did need him to.

“But I want to.” He murmured, and you settled, listening to his heart, and hearing your own sync up with his while you both began to drift back to sleep.

You slept until late morning. You awoke and you had sex again, a different position, a different, more needy, rougher, encounter but still wholly satisfying in the same way as last night.

Jake made you breakfast and you helped him with the dishes after. You both walked Ballast on the beach, chatting as you went, learning new things about each other every minute.

And when you got back, you went for round three, learning each other's bodies. Learning everything that you could about each other, trying to figure out if this was what you really wanted. If he was who you really wanted.

You told Patrick you were going to stay with Jake again tonight. He screamed with happiness on the other end of the line, making you laugh.

It felt easy with Jake, the domesticity, and you wondered what you would do if you stayed, and when he was deployed again. What would that look like? Jake assuaged your fears though, telling you it would look like you exchanging letters back and forth for three months and living in his cottage with Ballast to protect you, while he flew missions and told you how much he missed you.

Jake wanted to settle down. He wanted to find someone he could care for and he was willing to do whatever he had to give you a second chance because he knew you deserved it.

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You were ready to leave. To go back home. You'd said goodbye to Patrick, thanked him for everything, and now standing at the terminal in the airport, you took a deep breath. You looked at the flights, 10:15 to Logan International Airport in Boston. You watched as it got closer, as the time between now and you arriving home got shorter.

You felt a hand at your back, and warm lips at your temple. You glanced up into sage green eyes. His tags hung on the outside of his shirt, and he held the black dog's leash in one hand and rolled his suitcase in the other.

“Ready?” He asked, smiling and you reflected it back.

“Ready for anything, Jake.” You said, intertwining your fingers with his and heading to your plane. You were headed home.

With Jake.

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