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slashingdisneypasta · 11 months ago

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Commander Lyle Rourke x SecondLieutenant!Lover!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You're being honourably discharged and Rourke tries to cut you loose like a military man. Clean, swift, easy. He doesn't want to miss you at all.

He tries.

"One day, you'll choke on it." "Goddamnit."

Warnings: Angst and smut mentions. Unedited.

"Calm down. Its not like we were in love, darlin'."

As soon as those unsurprisingly cruel words crawl out of Rourke's mouth, his heavy and measured drawl like a knife to the gut that makes you stop short in your spot. Your eye widen and your lips part and for a moment you cant think of one single word to utter back to him; all you can feel is heartbroken.

Rourke's never surprised, you know that. But he certainly wasn't expecting that look on your face. Because you didn't realise it was anything near love, either- not until he said that. And you felt something in you snap.

His mouth is still tight, a tooth-pick tucked into his teeth and his eyebrows permanently furrowed but you see his fists clench at his sides. That tells you he's not completely unbothered by what's breaking between you two, but in true Rourke-fashion he still doesn't allow it to show. Like nothing bothers him. Sniffling, you look crossly to the side; you think you'd be unable to look at him, without screaming. Surely he cant keep that up forever. He has to break over this. He's going to miss you, you know it.

"I cant even believe... " The words lip out of you at a whisper, before you clear your throat and speak up. "Maybe... maybe we didn't date. You didn't introduce me to anyone with your hand on my back or- or tucking my hair behind my ear. Maybe we ate together over maps and campfires, not at restaurants. And we had to pretend we've never seen each other naked,.. But I've been your second lieutenant for years, and it was something. You know it. And to- to belittle it like that- I just- God- " You have to stop talking. You have to stop. So you hold a hand over your mouth and take a deep breath, closing your eyes and counting to ten. You cant even describe how terrible him saying those words is, you cant put it into words.

After a moment, Rourke gives a put-on sigh, and shrugs. "... Look, sweetheart, you were a good squeeze, don't get me wrong. I'm gonna miss you." Wincing at his disingenuous words, you fight to stay quiet. "But its over, now, alright? You're bein' discharged, which means we aint gonna see each other anymore. Here," Rourke raises his large hand before your eyes, assumedly for you to shake- a small sincere gesture, but its too little and too late. Giving another sniffle, you once again look away; a stubborn and sad look on your face. "Its been nice."

" -its been nice!?" You snap immediately, turning viciously back to him with a fire in your eyes. 2 years of seeing each other every day, going through the motions of everything together and sleeping together-- was 'nice'!?

"Well, yeah." He's still seeming unimpressed; pretending like nothing bothers him, and you're starting to realise that that's not going to change. You cant teach an old dog new tricks.

"Rourke- I- " Finally, you take a deep breath in through your nose; and let it out. You try to let out all your feelings for him, too. Doesn't work too well. "Fine. Deal with this... however you want. If you wanna leave it like this, enjoy. I don't- I don't care." You do, you do, you do, though!- The wobble at your lips gives you away. He definitely sees it, the frown on his mouth getting tighter and the furrow in his brows becoming deeper at the sight. "... But you know what you're giving up. One day, you'll choke on it."

With that, you turn on your heel and storm off, never wanting to see him again. You make it to the door, your fist tight around the doorknob and ready to swing it open them slam it closed again when you hear his voice behind you.

"Goddamnit."

You're fighting against the urge to turn around and find out what that means, fighting to keep going and put him as far behind you as you possibly can, when that choice is taken from you. A large hand wraps around your wrist and you're turned back around manually. You watch him flick the toothpick off to the side and before you know it, Rourke draws you in close and your eyes fall shut out of instinct and he seals his lips with yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

Its a better kiss then you have ever shared before; its not a desperate stolen tongue-kiss because no one else is looking, its not a slow dirty lead-up to sex, its not a peck on the forehead that you pretend didn't happen because it was too close- too soft- too affectionate.

Its a lovers kiss. Neither racing towards a finish nor nervous at all. Just a kiss, between two people who have done it a million times before. It says i love you.

When he pulls back, theirs a huskiness in his voice as he glares at you with his eyes; a gentle contradictory smirk on his mouth an inch away. "... hold on, there. You drive a hard bargain, ex lieutenant, and I gotta give it a think."

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