complexguy | ★ but I'm going to be okay as long as you're beside me along the way

This is the best damn feeling in the world, this right here; touching her, loving her in ways he didn't know he could ever love anyone. She's made him realize that his heart really does work, and that buried down deep inside his the man he wants to be. Through her words, her touch, the very heart and soul of her, she's pulling him out of the darkness and into the light.

All he ever wants to do is love her and make her proud.

His eyes are glued to her as she climaxes and relaxes, and then he grins as he leans in to press a lingering kiss to her neck.

He's still holding her, still showering her with affection, and it's too much. She's overwhelmed in the best possible way, and tears fall warm against his shoulder. There's no outright sobbing, no hysterics. But Christ, she's so happy there was nothing else to do for it.

When she finally pulls back, tears drying on her cheeks, she smiles up at him, touching his face almost reverently.

"This is what I want. You. Us."

It's another thing that's so new to him, to be responsible for this depth of emotion in someone. Feeling such an enormous sense of responsibility for someone else's happiness would have scared him off not so long ago; it still terrifies him on some level, but he knows he'd also never want anything else.

"You got me, Blondie," he promises, stroking his thumb across her temple tenderly.

Her lips press to his forehead, then his temple, and finally, his lips. She could kiss him forever and leisures in it, taking her time to taste and explore. It's so new and perfect, and she doesn't even think about it when, almost twenty minutes later, her legs wind around his hips and she presses him close.

All the while, her mouth never seems to leave his.

He tangles with her in return, letting his hand roam downward to cup against her ass. He just needs to be touching every part of her, never able to get close enough.

"Can't get enough of ya," he breathes out, knowing she feels the same way, of course. Pausing for only a moment, he thrusts into her, groaning as their bodies join so perfectly.

She lets out a soft breath and holds him as close as she can, clinging to him. Her hands move, fingers in his hair.

Juliet loves him, she knows she does, and she isn't sure why it's so easy to put her heart in his hands, but there it is. She loves him slowly, body moving with his, the moment slow and tender, her lips capturing his until she can't because she's too close to falling apart.

"James," she whispers, wrapped around him as though trying to fuse their bodies together.

He grunts in response to her husky whisper of his name, pressing even closer, rocking slowly and steadily with her. He knows he loves her, too, and he's in absolutely no rush for once. He's never wanted to take his time before, but he does now. He wants to feel every part of her, learn every part of her. Holding her steady against him, his other hand comes to rest on the back of her head.

This time when she falls apart, it's quiet but no less intense as her body tightens around him, pulling him in, her face buried against his neck.

Nothing has ever been this easy in her life, and God, she doesn't want it to end.

He has to thrust once, then twice more, before he's right there with her. Pressing a tender kiss to her collarbone, he stays right there, not moving as his arms tighten around her with a broad smile.

"Juliet?"

She makes a soft noise in the back of her throat, slowly relaxing against his arms.

"Hmm?" she asks softly, taking a deep breath and letting it out against his neck. Her hands move up and down his sides slowly, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"Crazy about you," he smiles at her, caressing the broad expanse of her back, just loving that sensation of her bare skin.

She smiles so widely at that, reaching out to push his hair back and behind her ears.

"Pretty crazy about you too, LaFleur," she grins, shivering in pleasure and pressing her lips to his chest.

"I got distracted. Home, now?"

"Can't say I blame ya," he grins, gently tipping her head back so he can kiss her lips, over and over again, then her forehead. "Guess we oughta head on back." He still hasn't moved, though.

She realizes it when the sun begins to set and a cooler breeze drifts over them

Juliet hums and smiles, nuzzling his neck.

"How is it the whole day passed?" she murmurs, so damn content out here.

"Goes by fast when you're with your favorite person around," he grins, teasing her with a smile.

"Favorite, huh?" she asks with a laugh, finally sitting up. Both of them look nice and golden from the sun but not burnt.

"How about a shower with your favorite person?" she asks with a grin. "Then supper, then more of this but in bed."

"You know how to get a guy goin'," he grins back at her, leaning in to kiss her shoulder when he sits up with her.

Pushing a hand through her hair, she smiles at him serenely, then hums as she kisses him before standing, reaching for her clothes and tugging them on.

Then, once they're on their way back, she reaches for his hand, tangling their fingers together.

"Gotta tell you something..." He looks down at their joined hands, squeezing her fingers. "Never just held anyone's hand like this before."

It seems a little ridiculous saying it out loud like this-a little corny-but he likes it.

Juliet looks at him, and she smiles so hard that her eyes crinkle at the corners.

"Me either." She swings their hands a little between them, but before they get to the barracks, she lets go and looks up at him.

"I want this to just be...us. It's new and..." She hopes that he understands what she means. She just wants this to be their own new thing for a while. "Is that okay? If we don't tell anyone?"

He does understand, he gets it. It's such a new thing for both of them, and he wants to protect it, too. "It's okay by me," he nods a little.

Juliet smiles at him in relief and before they're in view, she raises his hand to her lips and kisses the inside of his wrist tenderly. Then, they walk back to the house and as soon as they're inside, she draws the curtains.

She has no plans on leaving again until they both have to work.

Removing her clothes once again, she turns on the shower, then pulls her hair into a bun on her head, turning to look at him over her shoulder, smiling softly before stepping into the shower.

She doesn't know what it means (and he doesn't even know how to articulate it) to him, even just the little touches like her kissing his wrist. It's an incredible feeling, to be this wanted and loved, and he just wants to be even better for her. He wants her to feel this loved, too. Every single day.

He takes his clothes off with her, following her into the shower with a sly grin. Of course, he has to take a moment to enjoy the view. Once he's in the shower, he takes a moment to wrap his arms around her, kissing her shoulder tenderly.

She hums softly, leaning back against him and closing her eyes.

"Is it really this easy?" she asks quietly, rubbing his arm. "To be this happy."

Her whole life, she thought it was an uphill climb, a fight, always. And right now, right now this feels as easy as breathing.

He kisses her other shoulder tenderly, nuzzling her skin there, and then leaning in to whisper near her ear. "Maybe for you and me, it is." It's something about them, specifically, that makes this easy and makes it all possible at all.

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