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laurfilijames · 2 months

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For So Long

Pairing: Percy Fawcett x female reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Fingering. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: All the time spent yearning for each other is finally rewarded when Percy returns home from war, fulfilling every shared desire.

A/N: And here we are yet again ignoring the plot and events of a film and throwing canon right out the window because I like this better! I had this idea a while ago and was finally able to finish it, so as random as this is (and not what I should've been working on) enjoy!! A big thank you to @spaghettificationandpretzels for the beautiful banners and also to @wackyharpy for both of you showing so much encouragement and excitement for this story! 💗

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The town had been spirited and bustling for days; everyone anxiously preparing for a long-awaited arrival.

The soldiers were coming home.

Your soldier was coming home.

Letters had been exchanged over the course of the months Percy had been away, his handwriting enough to temporarily sate how much you had been missing him, but now that his return was happening within a matter of hours or days, your heart ached for him even more.

The first set of troops rode in the day prior, the streets lined with all the loved ones left behind who had prayed endlessly for their husband, father or son to be among the ones alive and safe, your heart in your throat the entire time as you scanned through the war-torn faces for a glimpse of the man who didn’t even belong to you yet.

You busied yourself as much as you could to preoccupy your restlessness, baking bread and even a small cake to celebrate, but even as much as you attempted to drag out all your chores, you ended up completing them too quickly and left yourself with even more time to spare in agony.

A long exhale blew through your lips as you swept the stable floor for the third time that day, watching the dust stir up and dance in the sun’s rays that were shining in through the open doorway, the smell of fresh straw in each stall and the distant sound of the horses whinnying in the pasture closest to you helping to calm you.

It was a beautiful day to go riding, the need to gallop through the vast fields with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair calling to you, but without Percy it didn’t seem as appealing.

It was how you met and quickly became your routine; you caring for the horses used by the military, your introduction to Major Fawcett nothing short of electrifying, drawing you to each other at any given opportunity. You would spend hours together out in the fields, riding to places you hadn’t discovered yet, the day ticking by without care as your focus was simply on each other, the lingering looks shared from atop your mounts something you would never be able to erase from your memory.

Charged glances weren’t the only things shared, the tension that had grown between you over the time knowing each other building with every brush of his hand against yours, how his lips would hover so closely to yours that you could feel his breath, waiting to give in to every desire the moment he said to.

“I would have thought you would be in the crowd with everyone else, but I should have expected to find you here instead.”

Percy’s smooth, low voice echoed behind you in the quiet of the stables, causing you to freeze before whipping around, throwing your broom to the ground as you took two quick strides toward him, his bright smile greeting you along with his laugh.

“Percy!” you exclaimed, your eyes dancing over every part of him as your brain worked to believe he was standing before you, your hands instinctively landing on his forearms where you gripped at him through his uniform.

His chuckle continued as he pulled you into his embrace, holding you so closely you could feel your hearts hammering through your chests against each other’s, his hands carefully gliding up the length of your back where he paused and gave a gentle squeeze. His face dipped to nuzzle the side of your neck, his long inhale replacing his laugh as he breathed you in, the intimacy of such a simple act making your eyes close as you in turn did the same.

“How I missed you,” he whispered, his nose grazing against your ear as he moved away slowly, feeling his moustache tickling your skin in his retreat.

His blue eyes were bright as he looked at you with complete adoration, his smile creeping across his full lips until all the creases that flanked his mouth were revealed to you.

“Shall we?” he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the rolling hills and forests, his suggestion to go for a hack made without saying.

“Are you not tired?”

You watched his expression change to something curious, his head tilting slightly while his smile remained.

“Never too tired for you.”

It was all perfect; the entire afternoon spent exchanging stories as you rode along, the weather working to keep you out for as long as you possibly could be, your cheeks sore from smiling so much.

Percy was leading, taking you through a narrow path that led to a small opening, the sound of a creek running up ahead registering as your horses brought you closer.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” you breathed, shocked at the view before you when you halted your horse beside Percy’s, feeling his eyes fixed on you as he took in your reaction.

“I came across it on my last hunt,” he explained, his smile prideful. “I couldn't wait to bring you here.”

Percy dismounted and walked over to where you remained perched in your saddle, smiling up at you while extending his hand for you to take, assisting you in a graceful dismount of your own as you swung your leg over the front of the saddle and slid down the side into his arms.

He didn’t rush to remove his hands from your waist, in fact, tightening his hold on you as you allowed your own hands to linger on his arms, a touch so familiar between you and that of which only lovers would know.

“How do you do it?” he asked, his eyes searching your features as a playful smile dressed his perfect lips.

Your eyebrows knitted as you smiled back, your head tilting. “What?”

“Grow more beautiful each time I lay eyes on you.”

His admission made your smile fade, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched his eyes shift with something more serious, a passion glowing in them that you had seen many times before.

Your mouth opened and closed, struggling to find a suitable answer but not knowing how to respond, thankful when Percy leaned forward to touch his forehead with yours, his nose nudging your cheek.

“I never stopped thinking of you once,” he whispered, his breath fanning on your heated face, closing your eyes where you felt yourself relax and melt into his simple affection.

You knew it was true, having experienced the same in his absence, and even in all the times he wasn't away at war, he was the constant occupant of all of your thoughts.

Everything was charged and felt so emotional, and you still felt unable to find words to appropriately convey how you felt, your breath shaky when you let out the air you had been holding in your lungs.

“Please tell me I'm not alone in this,” he begged, his voice still soft but holding an urgency, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

You moved your head side to side, your nose rubbing against his face, your lips threatening to slot together where there would be no stopping.

“You're not. I have wanted you for what has felt like an eternity, Percy,” you breathed, your voice desperate. “I need you…” you added in another breath, exhaling as if your air was a prayer being sent for all of your dreams to come true.

Percy met your lips with his, softly and tentatively, a long moan resounding into your mouth when you returned his kiss with fervor, feeling his hand cradle the back of your head to press you together hard as you finally indulged in what had been a constant yearning.

His taste and scent was overwhelming and everything you had imagined it to be, his lips full and soft and the way his moustache brushed on your face with each kiss reminded you of all the times you had fantasized of how it would feel all over your body, the ache between your legs unrelenting.

The horses were left on their own to graze, the only focus earning your attention being of each other, Percy clearly as lost in his desires as you were.

His hands were everywhere on you, and you were equally as guilty, tearing at his uniform to try to free his body from its formal confines, the neckline of your shirt torn open and the tie on your skirt unraveled.

Percy paused in kissing you, shrugging out of his coat quickly and carelessly tossing it on the ground, allowing you an opportunity to make work at tugging his necktie down and then unfastening the buttons on his shirt, your hands smoothing over his bare chest the moment it was exposed to you.

A hungry growl sounded from him, your blood heating up more in your veins as you watched his eyes fall closed in such a simple act of pleasure, your excitement to see how he would react to more rushing through you.

Percy grabbed at your waist roughly and spun you around, turning both of your bodies so you were now pressed up against a tree, his mouth diving to your neck and lower to your chest as he revealed more of it.

You moaned loudly, unashamed to be heard and too proud to attempt to stifle anything you felt, your breathing growing faster as he kicked your feet apart with his boots and began lifting your skirts, his hands searching for where you needed him.

His fingers easily found you, stroking over your mound before slipping inside your folds, smearing your slick from back to front to make you jolt against his hand, his thumb pressing on your clit while his other fingers continued to tease you.

“Percy…” you whined, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his shirt hanging loosely from them.

He continued his exploration, slowly breaching your entrance with the tips of his fingers before retreating again, your body trying to follow whenever he backed away, your cry echoing in the trees when he finally inserted them fully inside you.

You were no stranger to pleasure; his letters sent to you scattered across your bed as you touched yourself to thoughts of him, the sound of his voice in your head encouraging you to do so over and over until you felt some satisfaction, knowing that nothing could ever compare to him once you had experienced something so divine.

“I need you to be mine,” he growled, his mouth smearing over your chest as he covered it in sloppy kisses, his other hand tearing your blouse open even more to let your breasts spill out.

“I am yours, Percy,” you complied, arching into him as he sucked at your nipples in turn, his fingers bringing you close to your high.

Your submission seemed to spark something more in him, hearing your own scream faint in your ears as he took your nipple between his teeth and tugged sharply on it, his fingers hooking inside you to rub against that tantalizing spot with purposeful movements.

He stopped his assault right when you were about to explode, his hands leaving your body to furiously unfasten his belt and trousers and whip out his cock, your eyes fixed on his large, leaking member that had your mouth watering and more arousal accumulating between your legs.

You took hold of it, sliding your hand up and down his length in a careful grip, seeing him melt into you, his cheeks flinching as his teeth clenched together, his hips angling back and forth to meet your pace.

He cursed under his breath, opening his eyes to peer down at you working him before his gaze traveled up your disheveled form, watching your heaving breasts before landing on your swollen lips that he brought his thumb up to hold, the blue of his irises darkened with pure lust as he crashed his mouth against yours in a rush.

Deft hands rucked up your skirts again, gathering them at your waist where both of you pushed them as much out of the way as you could, feeling his groin line up to yours, a gasp blowing out of your lungs when his cock nudged at your aching core.

Percy settled between your folds, not pushing past your threshold but instead letting himself linger, both of you breathing and enjoying the sensation.

You kissed him, both urgently and with a hint of hesitation, waiting for him to make his next move.

He broke the seal of your lips, breathing heavily against you, your desperate bodies eagerly wishing for this tormenting tease to end.

“We shouldn't be doing this.”

His words came off his breath in a mix of humour and agony, pretending like he was trying to do the honourable thing by attempting to refuse what you both knew you couldn’t resist any longer.

“No,” you replied, half a question and half a lie.

He moved slightly, his head slipping from between your folds, feeling yourself adjust so that you made contact again, his shaky breath fanning on your lips as he inched forward and his cock returned to where it had been, pressing a little deeper inside you.

Percy kissed you, focusing on the dance of your mouths as you allowed for him to remain no more than an inch within your walls, almost as though this wouldn’t count as being a scandal and frowned upon by those who took purity until marriage seriously.

The thrill only encouraged you more, your hips rocking back and forth on his leaking tip as if you had no control, your kisses growing harder and faster while your hands clawed furiously at each other, feeling your wetness spread out over his cock each time you brought him in and back out again.

“Percy, please!” you begged, pausing your kiss to make your desperate plea and take a breath. “Take me…”

“Is that what you want?” he spoke, his tone low and rough, his eyes flitting over your needy form.

He continued to tease your entrance, having not yet pushed past the depth he had penetrated, his gaze dropping to watch his tip move in and out of you.

“More than anything.”

Percy’s hand wrapped under one of your legs, lifting it and pushing it outward so to spread you more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed further inside you, a low moan sounding from him as he filled you completely, your breath hitching in your throat as your body stretched to fit him.

His lips teased yours, brushing against them before capturing them completely, his kiss frantic to match the way he started thrusting in and out of you, his body moving powerfully into yours that was secured against the tree behind you, the way the bark was scratching into your back going unnoticed.

Your hands wove through his dark blond hair, tugging at it when your pleasure almost became too much, feeling the sweat coating the back of his neck when you let them fall down to his shoulders, hanging onto him as if you were trying to have all of him as part of you.

His pace quickened, each blow against your hips harder and making your body thud violently against the tree, and like the gentleman Percy always was, he wrapped his hands around your back to act as a barrier between you, his hands now taking the brunt of the assault.

Without the support of him holding your leg, you hooked it higher on his hip and squeezed him into you, allowing for each thrust to hit deeper, working with him as you began to feel that build to your release grow inside you.

“Percy…” you whined against his mouth, his name shaky off your tongue as you felt your body start to succumb to his efforts.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, not changing the tempo of his movements. “Let go for me. I want to feel you.”

It would’ve been impossible to hold back even if you wanted to, that blinding, electrifying heat weaving through every inch of you, your entire form tensing as you clenched tightly around him, feeling yourself soak his length as your wails filled the air, the sound of him joining you making each second all the more blissful.

Broken groans fell from his mouth as his hips stuttered into you, his mouth hanging slack against your collarbone while he pumped in and out of you, his thick, hot seed filling your walls and spilling out with each drag.

His breath cooled your heated, dewy skin as he worked to catch it, the messy markings that had resembled kisses turning to be soft and caring, pressing all along your neck and jawline until he met your lips again and brought his hands up to hold either side of your face.

“I have loved you for so long,” he confessed, his thumb rubbing your flushed cheek as his forehead rested on yours.

A small laugh escaped you despite feeling so overcome by emotion, feeling moisture pooling at the corners of your eyes as you smiled, the upward movement of your cheeks making the tears spill out.

“I love you too, Percy.”

You felt him release the breath he had been holding, relieved to know you felt the same, his nose nuzzling your face as he continued to relish in this moment.

“I am going to make you my wife,” he vowed, and you saw an earnest, devoted look dress his features when you took hold of his face and angled to look at him, his eyes as wet as the waters they resembled.

A joyous laugh was exchanged between you as you worked to believe this was all real, having imagined a moment like this time and time again in your days of yearning for him while he was away at war, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that made you trust this was something you would never have to wait for again.

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Hello everyone! A new month is coming, which means we're going to start a new book. This time, I've collected a list of books that are all about nature. As always, please remember to vote for your favourite using the link at the end of the post. And now onto the books!

The Overstory, by Richard Powers

The Overstory is a sweeping, impassioned work of activism and resistance that is also a stunning evocation of - and paean to - the natural world. From the roots to the crown and back to the seeds, Richard Powers’s twelfth novel unfolds in concentric rings of interlocking fables that range from antebellum New York to the late twentieth-century Timber Wars of the Pacific Northwest and beyond. There is a world alongside ours—vast, slow, interconnected, resourceful, magnificently inventive, and almost invisible to us. This is the story of a handful of people who learn how to see that world and who are drawn up into its unfolding catastrophe.

Greenwood, by Michael Christie

It's 2034 and Jake Greenwood is a storyteller and a liar, an overqualified tour guide babysitting ultra-rich vacationers in one of the world's last remaining forests.

It's 2008 and Liam Greenwood is a carpenter, fallen from a ladder and sprawled on his broken back, calling out from the concrete floor of an empty mansion.

It's 1974 and Willow Greenwood is out of jail, free after being locked up for one of her endless series of environmental protests: attempts at atonement for the sins of her father's once vast and violent timber empire.

It's 1934 and Everett Greenwood is alone, as usual, in his maple syrup camp squat when he hears the cries of an abandoned infant and gets tangled up in the web of a crime that will cling to his family for decades.

And throughout, there are trees: thrumming a steady, silent pulse beneath Christie's effortless sentences and working as a guiding metaphor for withering, weathering, and survival.

Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance, by Ruth Emmie Lang

Orphaned, raised by wolves, and the proud owner of a horned pig named Merlin, Weylyn Grey knew he wasn’t like other people. But when he single-handedly stopped that tornado on a stormy Christmas day in Oklahoma, he realized just how different he actually was.

That tornado was the first of many strange events that seem to follow Weylyn from town to town, although he doesn’t like to take credit. As amazing as these powers may appear, they tend to manifest themselves at inopportune times and places. From freak storms to trees that appear to grow over night, Weylyn’s unique abilities are a curiosity at best and at worst, a danger to himself and the woman he loves. But Mary doesn’t care. Since Weylyn saved her from an angry wolf on her eleventh birthday, she’s known that a relationship with him isn’t without its risks, but as anyone who’s met Weylyn will tell you, once he wanders into your life, you’ll wish he’d never leave.

Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance tells the story of Weylyn Grey’s life from the perspectives of the people who knew him, loved him, and even a few who thought he was just plain weird. Although he doesn’t stay in any of their lives for long, he leaves each of them with a story to tell. Stories about a boy who lives with wolves, great storms that evaporate into thin air, fireflies that make phosphorescent honey, and a house filled with spider webs and the strange man who inhabits it.

There is one story, however, that Weylyn wishes he could change: his own. But first he has to muster enough courage to knock on Mary’s front door.

The Lost City of Z, by David Grann

After stumbling upon a hidden trove of diaries, New Yorker writer David Grann set out to solve "the greatest exploration mystery of the 20th century": What happened to the British explorer Percy Fawcett & his quest for the Lost City of Z?

In 1925, Fawcett ventured into the Amazon to find an ancient civilization, hoping to make one of the most important discoveries in history. For centuries Europeans believed the world's largest jungle concealed the glittering kingdom of El Dorado. Thousands had died looking for it, leaving many scientists convinced that the Amazon was truly inimical to humans. But Fawcett, whose daring expeditions inspired Conan Doyle's The Lost World, had spent years building his scientific case. Captivating the imagination of millions round the globe, Fawcett embarked with his 21-year-old son, determined to prove that this ancient civilisation--which he dubbed Z--existed. Then his expedition vanished. Fawcett's fate, & the tantalizing clues he left behind about Z, became an obsession for hundreds who followed him into the uncharted wilderness.

For decades scientists & adventurers have searched for evidence of Fawcett's party & the lost City of Z. Countless have perished, been captured by tribes or gone mad. As Grann delved ever deeper into the mystery surrounding Fawcett's quest, & the greater mystery of what lies within the Amazon, he found himself, like the generations who preceded him, being irresistibly drawn into the jungle's green hell. His quest for the truth & discoveries about Fawcett's fate & Z form the heart of this complexly enthralling narrative.

Prodigal Summer, by Barbara Kingslover

It is summer in the Appalachian mountains and love, desire and attraction are in the air. From her outpost in an isolated mountain cabin, Deanna Wolfe, a reclusive wildlife biologist, watches a den of coyotes. She is caught off guard by a young hunter who invades her most private spaces and interrupts her solitary life.

On a farm several miles down the mountain, Lusa Maluf Landowski, a bookish city girl turned farmer's wife, finds herself marooned in a strange place where she must declare or lose her attachment to the land that has become her own. And a few more miles down the road, a pair of elderly feuding neighbours tend their respective farms and wrangle about God, pesticides, and the possibilities of a future neither of them expected. Over the course of one humid summer, these characters find their connections of love to one another and to the surrounding nature with which they share a place.

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