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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years ago

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Thank you Freya!!!

Umm... Blood kink is a thing right? 🧛🏻‍♀️🩸😈

Which part in Mindhunter is that? Is it one of the scenes with BTK? I feel like it is. I need to rewatch that series.

I'm feeling a bit of possessive Sy with a hint of sexy asshole rn, may explain those bits of the story...

Thanks again! Thats really sweet of you 🥰

Hi there 👋🏼 Been reading your stories these past few days and absolutely love them. Can I suggest a Sy fic where his army buddies take him to visit a strip club? He’s having a good time when he sees his ex working on stage. Maybe he requests his private show?

Summary: Sy visits a strip club and when he sees his ex on stage, neither of them are prepared for what happens next.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Chloe (OFC)

Word Count: approx. 7.5k

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex.

Authors note: Thanks anon for the prompt. This is probably not how you thought this story would go. It’s not how I thought it would go either but I have been in a mood. I still don’t know how it happened or even how I feel about this one. Thanks to @amberangel112 for beta reading.

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Despite the alcohol, his buddies, the naked women, and the party atmosphere, Sy was starting to get bored. They’d been at the strip club for three hours, and while started out fun, now he was thinking about going home. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it. Hell, who doesn’t like watching pretty, young things dance around on stage with their perky tits, pretty pussies, long legs, firm asses, and nice hair? And those shoes… God damn, he loved stripper heels.

It just got too repetitive, pretty girl after pretty girl blurred into one, and the alcohol was too God damn expensive. Besides, looking was fun, but in the end, it was a tease. None of those girls were going home with him tonight, there was no chance. At least at a bar there was a chance he’d take a girl home. Hell, in a bar, at least you could talk to the girls. The girls here would talk he supposed, but you’d have to pay them, and he wasn’t going to do that. He didn’t blame the girls, it was their job, why should they talk to his drunk ass for free?

Still, he was over it. He had to suck it up though. It was an army buddy’s buck’s night, a friend he’d made on his last deployment, and tradition demanded you get wasted and look at naked girls. Sy wasn’t about to let the boys down.

“I’m goin’ to the bathroom,” Sy told the guys. He had to repeat himself a few times. God damn the music was loud. Getting up from his seat next in front row, he headed towards the back of the large room. They’d had a bit of attention tonight, most of the girls had worked their group. The guys were mostly single men like himself and had plenty of cash to burn on nights like this. Sy wasn’t immune, he’d probably spent more than he would have liked to. He shook his head, thinking of the bike parts he could have bought with the money. Resolving to stop throwing cash at the girls, he thought maybe he could finally get that old panhead working again if he stopped now.

Although filthy, the bathroom was blessedly quiet. He didn’t mind the music really, even though most of it wasn’t his taste. He cracked his neck while he pissed, maybe he was just getting too old for this shit. They had been golfing yesterday and earlier they went to a casino. He hadn’t drunk that much in a long while. He put himself away and cracked his back. Those chairs, while comfortable, weren’t doing his back the world of good, he was slouching too much.

Maybe he should just go home. Go home to what though? An empty house? Aika wasn’t even there. She was staying at his sister’s place for a few days, and he was supposed to pick her up tomorrow. Besides, he and the guys had hotel rooms not far from here, how was he even going to get home at this time of night? He’d stick it out, he knew he would, but it didn’t stop him from complaining about it.

Going back to his chair, Sy saw the boys were getting a show from a redhead and he stopped dead in his tracks. Fuck, she looked just like Chloe. She had the same exact shade of dark auburn hair, which the lights picked up and made it look like her hair was in flames. Her body was similar too. Maybe a little slimmer than Chloe’s, but she had that hourglass shape that always made him weak.

Sy walked closer, slowly, as if seeing a ghost. It couldn’t be, there was no way. Her hair covered her face like curtains as she was on her knees, but even her tits seemed like Chloe’s. Nah, he was seeing things. He had thought about going home and being alone so of course he’d start thinking of his ex-girlfriend.

Taking a seat in his chair, the girl rolled onto her back and put her legs straight up in the air, right in front of Sy. He knew this move, he’d seen it all evening. She pulled her tiny string of a thong up her legs then split them, opening herself wide and giving them all an eyeful. Sy had seen a lot of cunts and spent a lot of time getting to know them well. So well in fact, that he could recognise them as easily as a face. And this one, the one right in front of him, he had seen a hundred times and it was just as pretty as he remembered it.

Feeling the blood drain from his face, he looked up, straight into the emerald, green eyes of his ex-girlfriend. Chloe seemed to recognise him in same instant and they were both frozen in shock for a few beats. Sy’s heart started racing, a flood of emotions hit him like a bullet through his chest. He remembered the hurt and pain, the nights spent drinking whole bottles of Jack just to get a few hours of sleep. And worse than that, he remembered how much he loved her, how he had planned their whole lives out together. He was going to marry her, make babies with her, grow old with her, until it all fell apart and she had left him. Fuck, he missed her.

They both recovered at the same time. Sy went to stand up and Chole closed her legs and her black platform heel connected to the side of Sy’s head so hard he saw stars.

“Fuck!” they both said. And then chaos. The security guys misinterpreted what happened and came instantly to Chloe’s defence. They assumed she was reacting to him touching her or something else inappropriate and rushed to escort Sy out. The rest of Sy’s party knew he hadn’t done anything and blocked the security from getting to him and for a few moments it looked like both sides were going to throw down.

Chloe jumped off the stage and pushed her naked body through the guys. She yelled out to be heard over the thumping music, “It was my fault! It was an accident. He didn’t do anything! It was my bad.”

Clutching his head, Sy felt a sticky, warm liquid and swore as he pulled his hand away, the tips of his fingers were covered in blood. He gingerly touched his face until he found the split on his eyelid just above his brow. That was going to bleed like a mother fucker. Looking down, he already saw spots of blood on his light blue button up. He started to undo his shirt and watched as Chloe talked to the security and some other guy, Sy figured he was the owner or manager.

The guys had backed off, which was good, last thing any of them needed was to report to base next week having to explain their arrests over the weekend. He wasn’t so much worried about the army guys starting shit, it was the other dudes, the ones who didn’t serve he was concerned about. Some assholes who knew they had guys around who could fight would become complete dicks knowing they had the back up of a few well trained soldiers. Sy avoided guys like that like the plague, and some of the men were family members or old school friends of his buddy, he didn’t know if they were that type.

Sy wrapped his shirt up and pressed it to his wound. It seemed Chloe had calmed things down. The guys were all taking their seats and Chloe motioned for him to move away from the group.

Chloe, the god damn firecracker that she was, didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable with her nudity until she felt his gaze on her. Sy could see the shift in her body language, her shoulders rose and hunched and she crossed her arms in front of her breasts, trying not to make it look like she was hiding. How strange that she appeared to happily walk around naked, dance naked, displaying herself for all to see, but she hid from him. Sy wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“You alright?” Chloe asked. No hello? No how are you? No I’m sorry? Nothing. Sy raised his eyebrows, immediately regretting it and he hissed. “Let me look at it.” Sy pulled his head away as Chloe reached up to remove the shirt. Her movements had exposed her breasts again and Sy got distracted, remembering how they felt in his hands, how she would giggle when he would bury his face between them. She had such a nice laugh, warm and contagious, Sy always ended up laughing with her.

Chloe’s hands touched his and Sy flinched away. “I’m fine.”

“Are you really fine or just being a big baby?” Chloe’s bright eyes caught the light and Sy saw her amused smirk. Even when she was being a bitch, she was beautiful.

“I’m fine,” Sy said, allowing his voice to get a little rough with feigned annoyance. He didn’t want her to know how much seeing her again affected him. Especially when she was fucking naked except for those God damn heels. What he would have given to see her like that in his bed eighteen months ago.

“Come on Sy, let me look. There’s a lot of blood.” Her tone was gentler, and she seemed genuinely concerned. This time when she reached for the shirt, Sy lowered it and let her see. She brought her face close to his, with those platform heels on she wasn’t much shorter than him. Sy could smell her perfume, the same one she used to wear, that sweet girly fragrance used to drive him crazy. Just the smell of her made his body reacted like it used to, and despite the pain in his head, he felt his cock stir as his blood rushed between his legs.

They were close enough to kiss, and for a split second Sy thought she was going to. Chloe cupped his cheeks and turned his head side to side to look at it. Her touch was electric, he felt it flow through him, igniting him and he barely suppressed a shiver. “Am I gonna live Doc?” Sy joked.

Chloe grinned and shook her head. “You haven’t changed, have you?” It was more a statement than a question. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches, just a few steri-strips will do.” She let him go and took a step back. She did that thing she did when she was thinking where she pursed her lips like she was going to blow a kiss. She seemed to come to a decision and said, “We have some out the back in a first aid kit. I’ll fix you up if you want me to.” For the first time, it seemed like she realised he was partially naked himself and Sy couldn’t hold back a smile as her eyes ran over him. “I’ll get you a shirt too.”

Sy followed Chloe through a door near the stage. Sy was near hypnotised watching her ass as he followed. She had definitely lost weight, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. She looked good, but she looked good before. Sy knew he’d probably find her attractive at any size, she had an aura about her, something that drew him in. Even after all the shit that happened between them, he still felt it. Perhaps he had never stopped.

Caught in his own thoughts, Sy didn’t bother to ask Chloe where she was taking him. He just followed as she opened the door with a pin code. They went into a small room with three similarly locked doors, and she put a pin in again and lead him down a black painted hallway, even the floors were black and into a room, also painted black with no door. The neon lights were purples, reds, and blues and from the armless chair in the centre of the room and the leather sofa pushed against a wall, he realised she had taken him to the private dance rooms.

“Wait here, I’ll bring the first aid kit here. I can’t take you out the back, only the boss and security are allowed in there with the girls.” She pulled a thick black curtain across the doorway and then she was gone.

Sy stared at the chair, all leather, and metal, he assumed it was sturdy considering the bouncing that usually went on in these room. He wondered what else went on in these rooms. He knew for a fact that Chris Rock was wrong when he said there was no sex in the champagne room, he’d been offered it a few times over the years. Surely Chloe wouldn’t… But then again, he never thought she’d strip either. She didn’t even wore a bikini when swimming, always a one piece, sometimes even a rash vest to protect her pale skin from the sun.

Feeling a little lightheaded, Sy sat on the chair, his thoughts were spinning like a maelstrom. What the fuck was Chloe doing stripping? Did she need money that bad? She had a job before, a good job. Did she get fired? He wondered how long she had been doing it for. He thought back to when they were together and realised with relief there was no way she had been stripping back then, she had rarely gone out at night, there was no way. She must have started after they broke up.

Hearing a noise in the hall, Sy looked up to see Chloe come back in with her arms full of supplies. He gave a sigh when he saw that she was wearing a dusty pink silk robe. It was very short, barely covering her ass, but it covered enough that Sy would be able to think. She still had those damn shoes on though.

Chloe walked straight past him to the back of the room and dragged a chair across the floor one handed, scraping the timber.

“I’ll get that, Chloe,” Sy said getting up.

“No, you sit.” Chloe brought the chair to a stop in front of him and put on the seat a large first aid kit, a t-shirt and a couple of bottles of water. She cracked one open and gave it to him. “Here, drink this. No more alcohol tonight alright? Your headache’s going to be bad enough as it is, let’s not add dehydrated on top of that.”

Sy didn’t argue and took a large drink, taking in at least half of the water. The bottle shrunk in on itself, making a loud crackling noise as it popped back into shape when he had finished. He had needed that, already feeling a bit better as the water settled into his belly.

“This is a private room ain’t it?” Sy asked, trying to sound nonchalant, as if he were just making conversation instead of trying to find out exactly what Chloe did here.

Chloe was bent over the plastic box, opening packets and she glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, Sy. I’m not an idiot. Don’t act like you’ve never been in one before.” Although her words were harsh, her tone was playful, and one side of her mouth was curved into a smile.

He didn’t deny it and gave her back a small smile. “Why’s there more than one chair?”

“We do couples sometimes.” Chloe pulled on a pair of cream-coloured latex gloves and shrugged. “Some people like seeing their partner get a lap dance.” Grinning she added, “If the girl is really into it, it can be a lot of fun actually.”

“You like givin’ girls lap dances?” Sy smirked, thinking maybe he would pay money to watch Chloe grinding and bouncing on a girl. But his smile quickly faded when he realised for every girl she probably danced for, there would be twenty gross, sweaty, horny, old men who she’d do the same for.

“Most of the time I do.” Sy didn’t want to hear anymore. He started to feel a little cold, almost like he was going to be sick. He hoped he didn’t have a concussion, that was all he needed, to end up in an emergency room for hours, just for a doctor to look at him for five seconds and tell him to take some painkillers and go to bed.

Feeling Chloe’s fingers on his hand, Sy looked up at her as she pulled the shirt away from his head. She clicked her tongue, sounding annoyed and walked over to the wall near the curtain. “It’s going to be bright,” she warned and turned the lights on.

The magic spell of the dark intimate space was immediately broken when he saw how shoddy the paint work was, how cheap the mouldings on the wall were and saw a box in the corner, with tissues, paper towel and a spray bottle. Sy closed his eyes, trying to hold back the bile that lurked in the back of his throat. He gritted his teeth, breathing deeply through his nose, trying to control his surging anger. He didn’t know what he was angry at or who, it was Chloe’s business what she did, but he couldn’t suppress the growing jealousy he felt.

Chloe worked quickly and in silence for a while, washing the cut with saline and cleaning off as much blood as possible. While waiting for the area to dry, Chloe tried to talk to Sy.

“Those guys you were with. I don’t remember meeting any of them before.”

“Yeah. Met ‘em on my last tour.”

“How was it?” Chloe asked in a small voice.

Sy sniffed and shifted in the chair. “Fine.” Sy didn’t elaborate and Chloe didn’t ask him to. She had always been good like that.

Chloe sighed and went back to her kit and started applying the strips. Sy could hardly keep still, his leg started to bounce in irritation. The longer he sat in that ugly, gaudy room, the angrier he felt.

Unable to hold himself back anymore, Sy burst out, “Why the fuck are you strippin’, Chloe?”

Chloe flinched. Sy saw sadness cross her face for an instant before she quickly hid it beneath a mask of indifference. “Why not? It’s good money.”

“Why not? Because I know you, Chloe. This ain’t you.” Sy shook his head, disbelieving her obvious deflection. “Remember that time Pepp’s was over, and you left the bathroom wearin’ nothin’ but a towel and almost ran into him? You were redder than a tomato with a sunburn and didn’t come out of the bedroom until morning. That was eighteen months ago, Chloe. You couldn’t have changed that much.”

“Leave it alone, Sy.” Chloe tore her gloves off and started packing up, her actions were sharp and jerky. There was something she wasn’t telling him. Sy folded his arms and watched as she tidied, trying to make up his mind if he should press the issue.

Sy heard her sniffle and saw her chin wrinkle up like it did when she was about to cry. “Oh, Hell, Firefly. Come ‘ere, baby.” Sy reached out and tugged on the robe, bringing her onto his lap, and wrapping his arms tight around her. She fought him at first, Sy grinned, she always did when she was like this, trying to hold it in and be strong, when what she really needed to do was let it out. Sy didn’t let her go as she squirmed and then he felt her body loosen and she leaned into him. She didn’t cry, she just rested her head against his shoulder, taking long shuddering breaths.

Sy rubbed Chloe’s back just like he used to, the heel of his palm making large circles over her back. He’d done it unconsciously, easily falling back into the familiarities of their relationship. Had he even used her pet name? He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he had.

“You ok?” Sy asked.

“Yeah,” Chloe said, sedately. She lifted her head from his shoulder and sat up but didn’t get off him. She toyed with hem of her robe, the almost childlike action tore at Sy. There must still be something between them if she’s allowing herself to appear so vulnerable to him. Even when they were together, Chloe held herself tight, not wanting to appear weak or in need of help for even opening a jar. It had taken a long time for Sy to break down those walls.

“What’s goin’ on? Did you lose your job?”

“No.” Chloe shook her head and looked up at the ceiling, like she was saying a prayer, asking for strength. Then her demeanour changed and Sy knew she had shut the door to her heart. She tried stand up, but Sy held her. “Let me go, Sy.”

“Nope. Not happenin’ ‘til you tell me why you’re workin’ here.” Chloe looked at him with fury in her eyes, her anger bubbled to the surface. Sy thought of those nights late in their relationship when she looked at him like that a lot. Sy would fire back with his own venomous look and then the argument would start, words spoken out loud that they didn’t mean but could never take back. Sometimes it ended up with the two of them in bed, but by the end, even the best sex either of them had ever had wasn’t enough to save them.

Sy didn’t respond like he would have before. One of them had to bend, or else they would just argue like before and Sy didn’t want that.

“Don’t do that, Chloe,” Sy said keeping his voice low. “Tell me.”

Chloe caved quicker than Sy had expected, she must be at her wit’s end to give in so fast. She told him the story of how a few months after they broke up, she started dating a guy who had not only stolen her savings but had taken a loan out in her name. She had filed a police report, but she had been ordered to pay it back because the money went into a joint account, she didn’t even know they had one, and there was no way to prove she didn’t spend the money.

“Mother fucker,” Sy said under his breath. Now he was angry.

“Yeah, so I’ve been here the last three months or so, three nights a week. I’ve almost paid back the loan. Then I’m planning on stopping.”

“Why didn’t you come to me, Chloe?” Sy asked although he knew the answer, stubborn bitch that she was. “I could have helped you.”

“We weren’t together,” Chloe said. “You didn’t need to help me.”

“I would have though.”

Chloe shook her head. “Doesn’t matter now. I only have a few more grand to pay.” She smiled at Sy, “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. Once I got over my fear anyway and most of the time its fine. And the girls are really nice. It’s a good place to work.”

Sy wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. “That’s good, Chloe.” Sy lifted his hand to her cheek, letting the back of his fingers feel its curve before placing his palm on her, and his fingers played with the shell of her ear. She was wearing too much make-up, Sy wanted to see her, not the illusion she was presenting. But even painted up for the stage lights, Sy felt a longing for her.

“I miss you,” Sy murmured, bringing Chloe’s face to his. He licked his lips, he wanted to kiss her so bad. She was a great kisser, lips always so smooth and when she bit his lower lip, it would send his balls trembling. She was thinking about it, Sy could tell, her eyes were on his mouth, but she didn’t move.

“Maybe I kicked your head harder than I thought,” Chloe said, but Sy could hear the huskiness of her voice.

“Maybe it knocked some sense into me.” Sy inched his way closer.

“If only I had known that eighteen months ago. I would have taken up Jiu Jitsu.”

Sy chuckled. “Such a brat,” Sy said falling into another familiar response. He nearly held his breath wondering if she would follow with her usual response.

“You love it,” Chloe intoned.

“No. You love me.” Sy was on edge, could barely sit still. His hand on Chloe’s hip gripped her tight. He tried to keep the one on her cheek soft, but he couldn’t and he found himself scratching at her ear. He leaned his forehead on hers, noses brushing against each other.

“And you love me,” Chloe finished the exchange.

Sy nudged Chloe’s nose with his, his heart was beating so hard he could feel it in his fingers. She bumped his nose with hers, then she closed her eyes. Sy kissed her, lips firm, he couldn’t be gentle even if he wanted to, he was too keyed up now. Chloe kissed him back with a fierceness that Sy didn’t expect but had hoped for and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tongue darted out, licking at his lips. Sy growled and pulled her closer feeling a surge of possessiveness. Now that he had kissed her, he wasn’t going to let her go again.

“Fuck, Chloe, I miss you,” Sy repeated when they broke their kiss.

“I miss you too,” Chloe said, sounding as breathless as Sy felt. “I don’t even remember why I left. I feel like such an idiot. I don’t know why I couldn’t see how good it was, why I…”

“Hush,” Sy said, gently. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve got you now.” Catching Chloe’s eyes he smiled at her. “I’ve got you, don’t I, Darlin’?”

Pursing her lips, Chloe looked at Sy, her eyes interrogating him, looking for something. Sy thought she must be able to see that he is sincere, he never stopped caring about her, never stopped thinking about her. He hated how much he thought of her and tried to be with other women, had fucked a number of women to get her out of his head. But try as he might, late at night when he struggled to sleep, or when he felt the urge to jerk off, didn’t matter what he did, his thoughts always found their way back to her.

“Don’t over think it, Darlin’,” Sy urged. Although his voice and words sounded sure, he was worried she’d say no. “You miss me, I miss you, we will make it work. Just say yes, baby. Take me home and we’ll work the rest out later.”

“I have to get back to work, Sy.” Chloe didn’t make a move to get up though, Sy thought she was waiting for a reason to stay. He probably should have tried another tac tic, a kinder way to coax her back to him, but that wasn’t his way. He was straightforward, always was, and he couldn’t hold his tongue with the thought of any more men seeing what was his.

“Nah, Fuck that. You ain’t doin’ this no more.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had made a tactical error.

Chloe’s eyes flashed with anger. “Fuck you! Don’t you dare make me feel bad about stripping, Sy.” She tried to get up again, and again Sy trapped her in his arms. Fuck. He was getting harder than steel overpowering her, feeling her squirm on him. She used to do it deliberately sometimes, teasing, or annoying Sy, playfighting with him, just so he could manhandle her. Sy wondering how much of her fighting him right now was real or if she was testing the waters, seeing if she still liked it.

“Listen woman, before ya fly off the handle,” Sy grunted, finally pinning Chloe’s arms behind her back and holding her wrists in his hand. “I don’t care that you were dancin’. You did what you had to do. Lord knows I’ve done some shit I didn’t want to survive. But this ain’t your only option. It’s not like you wanna it. It’s only so you can pay the loan, right?” Sy paused, and a little subdued, she nodded. “You said yourself its almost paid. So, I’ll pay the rest.”

“It’s not your problem, Sy.”

“Maybe not. But I ain’t fixin’ on sittin’ back and lettin’ you do somethin’ I know you don’t wanna do.”

“So, it’s either get back with you or keep dancing for another couple of months,” Chloe venomously. “Blackmail huh Sy? Real fucking smooth.”

Sy tongued his teeth, trying hard not to lose his temper. Did she really think that was what he was saying? Or was she baiting him into an argument, testing him to see if anything had changed?

Grinning, Sy covered Chloe’s mouth with his hand. He wasn’t going to take her shit, but he wasn’t going to fight her either, he’d handle her the best way he knew. “I said listen, women.” Her eyes went wide, but Sy could feel the subtle roll of her hips. Yeah, Sy thought, she still likes a bit of the rough stuff. Sy was hot all over, barely able to stop himself from grinding against her. “I’ll give ya the money whether we get back together or not. You can pay me back if it makes you feel better, but you won’t have to pay interest anymore, that’ll save you a lot. You know I can take care of you, ya just gotta let me.” Sy leaned in and kissed her neck. He felt her moan against his hand and her hips weren’t subtle anymore as she clenched her thighs and wriggled. Fuck, she was making him loose his mind, he wanted her much. “You know I can take care of ya real nice, baby,” Sy whispered in her ear, he made his voice throaty, rumbling and exaggerated his accent. She melted, Sy could see it, the tension left her body and he fell loosely against him.

Dropping his hand from Chloe’s mouth, he tenderly held her throat and made her look at him. She looked lethargic, her eyes hooded, her mouth parted slightly, he had no doubt she was wet. The thought made him tighten his jaw and his nostrils flared. Sy licked his lips, his mouth watered at the sight of her, she was so beautiful, so seductive, so fucking feisty.

“You gonna tell your boss you’re quittin’?” Chloe nodded. “Good. Then you’re gonna take me home and let’s see if I remember how fuckin’ good you taste.”

Chloe’s eyes slid closed, and she moaned softly. Sy’s balls rose in his sack, he tensed all over, anxious, and fucking needy. He’d never admit it, maybe not even to Chloe, but he had shed tears over her. He had sobbed like a fucking baby when it finally sunk in that she wasn’t going to come back. It was fear that stopped him from going to her and trying to patch things up. It had been over a month and Sy didn’t know how he’d react if she was with someone else. He’d assumed she’d come back like she had every other time. He wouldn’t make that mistake again, his pride be damned, he’d go after her on his fucking knees if he had to. He’d beg right now if he thought it would do any good.

“Yes, Sy,” Chloe said finally.

Sy growled, he felt like something had snapped in him as he smashed his lips against Chloe’s. There was nothing sensual about his kiss as he let her wrists go and he held the back of her head. He forced his tongue into her mouth, she opened wider for him, her own tongue lapped at his. The kiss was all primal need, the need to feel her, be inside her, be assured she was his again.

It was like a flood gate had opened, all the emotions he had held in check since that night he broke down and spilled from him. He felt so much, his unleashed desires consumed him and he knew that he’d never be able to hide those feelings away again.

Sy waited around the back in the parking lot for Chloe to get her stuff together and pulled at the collar of the shirt Chloe had given him to wear. It was a security shirt, a size too small, but she said it was all they had. He’d offered to help pack her belongings, but she said he couldn’t. He’d gone and told his buddy he was leaving. He had given Sy shit, assuming he was going home with Chloe and though correct, he had set him straight with a look that said he’d better watch his fucking tone when talking about her.

When she came out, she was escorted by a security guard who helped carry her things. She had washed her make-up off, put her hair up in a ponytail and was wearing her regular clothes, tight jeans and sneakers with a familiar hoodie that made him grin. She looked beautiful. She looked like his Chloe, and he liked her like this much more than the girl he saw inside. Although, he did hope she kept those shoes.

It wasn’t without great difficulty that Sy kept his hands to himself as they drove. They talked, though Chloe wasn’t quite her bubbly self. She was a little in her head, but Sy was confident he’d fix that. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, turning in his seat so he was facing her instead of the road, he figured if he couldn’t touch her, then he would do the next best thing. He made her laugh a couple of times, and he liked that. He told her about Aika, and Chloe was excited to meet her. She loved dogs, Sy had been planning on buying her a puppy to keep her company before he went on his last tour.

When they arrived at her apartment, Sy helped Chloe take her stuff inside. Her apartment was small and a mess. Sy forgot how unorganised she was. The army had forced that out of him years ago and he had tried to help her, but it was just one of those things that seemed so ingrained in her, no one could change. It wasn’t dirty, the floors were clean, and dishes were done, it was just that she would make little nests of things, like her hand cream on the coffee table, next to a pile of clean, folded washing, a book, and a ball of wool.

“I would have tidied up if I knew you were coming,” Chloe said. She sounded embarrassed, like he would be disappointed in her.

Sy shook his head. “I don’t care about that, Firefly,” he said following her into her bedroom.

“You used to,” Chloe pointed out as she took the bag Sy was holding out of his hands and put it in her closet.

Sy pulled at his collar again as he leaned against her door frame. Chloe’s bed was unmade, but surprisingly the rest of her bedroom was neat. “To tell you the truth, I kinda missed the mess.” Chloe stuck her head out of the closet to look at him, her eyes were wide in surprise. Sy chuckled, “Yeah, well, it meant you weren’t around no more. I figure what I really missed was you.” Chloe looked away, she seemed nervous.

Sy went to her and put her arms around his waist. She let him but she didn’t look at him. Sy lifted her chin to his face and kissed her. He kept his touch light, waiting to see how she would respond. She kissed him back, but without the passion from before.

“I know what I said at the club, but we don’t gotta do anythin’ you don’t wanna do,” Sy assured Chloe as his fingertips traced her jaw. “We can take it slow if ya want to. Ease back into it if that’s what you need.”

Chloe shook her head. “No, Sy. I…” She didn’t finish her thought, her arms moved around his neck, and she pulled him down to her kissing him hard. Sy groaned and kissed her back, feeling a white hot thrill course through his veins. Her mouth was hot, eager, and her tongue frantic as she sought his. Her kiss told him that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, so Sy let himself go. To hell with taking it slow, he’d waited long enough. He was hungry, starving, famished, unable to be satisfied by anyone but her. His hand went to her ass, bringing their bodies close and he squeezed her firm flesh in his hands. Digging his fingers into Chloe’s ass, Sy lifted her, and without breaking the kiss, he wrapped her legs around his waist and took her to her bed, holding her tight as he crawled up the middle and laid her head on the pillows.

“Take your clothes off,” Sy rasped, already pulling at the buttons of his jeans. Chloe tore at her clothes, her fervour heightening his already overwhelming lust. Sy was undressed before she was and impatiently helped her, pulling her jeans off her ankles, and whipping her underwear off.

Sy stared at Chloe, and though he had seen her naked only an hour ago, it felt different. This time it was just for him, because she wanted him. His chest puffed and his throat rumbled with each ragged breath. She was beautiful, with her face softly blushing, her lips parted, and her belly quivering as she made short panting breaths. Her legs were slightly apart and before he even registered what he was doing, he gripped her inner thighs, opening her up. He licked his lips as she was revealed to him, he could feel her trembling beneath his hands.

“Sy,” Chloe whimpered, lifting herself onto her elbows.

“Yeah, baby?” Sy didn’t wait for a reply and lowered his head, catching her eye as he went. Her familiar scent tickled at his nose, his nostrils flared, and his mouth started to water as his appetite for her became overwhelming. Normally he would tease her, build her up, lick, kiss and suck all over her before diving into her, but not this time. He held her gaze as his tongue slid over her slick, soft, warm skin and dipped into her core.

“Oh fuck,” Chloe cried, and she fell onto the mattress.

Sy closed his eyes, as her sweet arousal hit his taste buds. He made a guttural noise, a sound birthed from that primitive part of his brain, unleashing his primal urges. She was so wet, so ready for him, more proof of how much she craved him. His mouth closed over her, his tongue broad and flat lapped, at her clit. He got lost in the moment, driven only by the desire to watch her shatter, his masculinity demanding he see his woman flush with satisfaction.

Chloe’s moans were desperate, short and breathy little whimpers, so subtle and subdued, but they roared in his ears and each one spurred him on. As she got closer to her peak, they grew louder, and her hands reached down to him. He caught one of her hands in his and his heart skipped as she laced her fingers between his and they clamped tight. Her other went to his head, her nails scratched at him as she started grinding herself against his mouth.

Drunk with lust, heady with power, and encouraged by Chloe, Sy doubled his efforts. She was close, teetering on the edge, needing a final push to fall over the edge. Sy remembered what she needed, and his balls ached with anticipation. With a brutishness that he knew Chloe loved, he thrust two of his thick fingers into her soaked core. Her tight walls clenching, already on the verge of release, grew tighter at his invasion. She was so wet, so drenched, he slid in easily and muscle memory took over, sending the pads of his fingers straight her spot. He hummed against her while he pumped vigorously.

Sy’s hum became a growl as her hand left his head and slid over his shoulder and down his arm. She squeezed his flexing muscles, grabbing and pawing at him as he pounded her. Fuck he loved when she did that. That she liked the way he looked, liked the way he felt, made his already rock-hard cock throb maddeningly.

“Oh fuck, Sy,” Chloe cried. Her whole body tensed, Sy felt her pulse around his fingers and against his mouth. Sy watched her face, enthralled as she climaxed, her eyes shut tight, but mouth open in a wordless shout. Sy felt a warm satisfaction, a smug feeling of triumph. In that moment, she was all his, he owned her, conquered her, she belonged to him completely. Too soon for Sy, it was over, and he could see the tension leave her features, and a small blissful smile curled her lips.

For a time, he let her bask in her high. Sy knew she would open her eyes soon and he held himself against her, gingerly touching the base of his cock. He was so close to blowing himself, he was careful not to stroke himself as he slid over her slit and rested at her entrance, the warmth and slick wetness of her inviting him in. He covered her body with his and her smile grew. He pushed past her folds, filling her slowly, as much for his benefit as hers, he wanted to feel every inch of her.

He wanted her so bad, but he wanted more than that. He wanted to fuck her so hard, make her feel so fucking good, that she was ruined for any other man. He knew he probably sounded like an asshole, a misogynist pig, but he didn’t care, he was fucking in love with her.

Chloe’s eyes opened and Sy locked her in his gaze. As he stretched her open, she whined, rolling her hips. Without looking away, Sy hooked his arm under her knee, giving him more room.

“You always take all of me, baby,” Sy groaned as her core enclosed him, all of him. “And you feel fuckin’ amazin’.”

Withdrawing slowly, Sy thrust hard into Chloe, the friction divine, he clenched his jaw as he started to build his rhythm. Chloe wrapped her arms around his back and lifted her body to his. She nuzzled into his chest, her lips soft as she pressed them against his furry skin. Sy hummed, it felt nice, loving, something she rarely was when they fucked. Then he heard a sob and her body shook.

Sy froze, that was new, she never done anything like that before. He tried to pull out and ask her if he hurt her, but then he heard her plea. “Stay.”

Releasing Chloe’s leg, Sy laid her back on the bed, but didn’t pull out. He held his weight with one arm and stroked her hair with the other. Still holding him tight, Sy couldn’t see her as she hid her face from him. “Look at me, Chloe.”

Shyly Chloe looked at him. Her eyes were red, tears had rolled down her face and disappeared into her thick red locks.

“Did I hurtcha?” Sy asked. Chloe shook her head and tried to hide again. Sy stopped her with a tender hand to her cheek. He looked at her a long time, his heart raced as she stared back at him.

“It’s just that I…” Chloe paused as the tears welled again and her green eyes shone with a vividness that took Sy’s breath away. “I missed you so much, Sy.”

Her words brought a new heat to Sy’s blood, and he laid his forehead on Chloe’s. “Baby, I ain’t ever lettin’ you go again.”

Sy brought his lips to Chloe’s, as if to seal his promise with a kiss. She returned his kiss and he felt her move beneath him. He matched her movements, groaning into her mouth. He tried to keep and easy pace, but he couldn’t. The closer he got to his release, the faster and harder he moved. Chloe went with him, meeting him with every thrust. She didn’t let him go though, her arms clung to his back. And when it was over, she held him still.

He didn’t know if they would last, if they could go the distance, but he ignored those thoughts, packed them away to deal with another day. That night all he could focus on was Chloe, and the calming relief he felt. As cliché as it was, Sy slept easy for the first time since she left.

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