Forever Love

The night was hot just like any other night in this godforsaken place. I walked towards the back of the camp towards the trailers where visitors stayed when they passed through. I knew he was coming through my base, we had talked about it online a few weeks beforehand, but it wasn’t definite. It shocked me when he walked into my CASH. I was stitching up the forehead of a Seabee that had ended up on the wrong end of a shovel, when I looked up, seeing a rather large, scruffy, mud encrusted soldier standing in the doorway, rifle slung over his back, keffiyeh around his neck, and a well worn tan ball cap pulled down tight, his eyes barely visible. I finished up with the young sailor in front of me, and stepped towards the visitor standing at the front desk.

“Can I help you?” I walked slowly, my voice weary; sleep was not my friend these days with a convoy coming up in the morning. As I got closer, the eyes under the dirt brightened, a wide, warm, smile greeted me.

“Well, Chief, I was hoping you could take a look over me, I haven’t been feeling too well lately.” Instantly recognition kicked in, it was the deep, Minnesotan accent of my husband, SOC Brad Mutter. We couldn’t show any emotion in uniform past a smile, that was always the hardest part, but in the quiet behind closed doors was something else entirely. My grin widened at the thought of being able to touch my husband in this clinical setting, even if it was just to give him the once over of a Corpsman.

“Sure Chief, I can check up on you. Just have seat over on that table there once you get out of your gear.” Brad followed me over to the exam table, shucking out of his dirty uniform as he walked. Stripped down to boots, pants and tee shirt, he was to some extent smaller, no more body armor, no gear, or weapons. My exam of him was nothing but proficient, even as he handed me a scrap of paper with a set of numbers wrote on it. Anyone else would have thought the numbers were just gibberish, but to me they were a set of coordinates to where he was staying on base. Those numbers were in my hand, in the dark, even though I had memorized them within the six hours since I saw him.

I found the small trailer he was staying in, knocking on the door. Brad answered, dressed comfortably in shorts and tee shirt. He opened the door wider as I stepped in, out of the dark. I stepped over to the full size bed, unlacing my boots, looking over at Brad by the door.

Brad leaned up against the door, watching me carefully as I stripped down to very non-regulation bra and panties, keeping himself in check. My training caught his breathing change, the slow, even, deep breaths were starting to shorten as his adrenaline started to flow. I leaned back on the bed on my elbows, “You coming or do I have to do this on my own?” Brad grinned at me, “Well I wouldn’t mind watching you get yourself off, but I’d rather get you off myself. It’s a lot more fulfilling for me.” as he walked over to the bed, pinning me under him with a heated kiss that stole my breath. I ran my hands up under his tee shirt, pulling it over his head, seeing new scars, mixed with old on his arms and chest. His fingers pulled the near non-existent panties aside, gliding over me, I gasped into his shoulder, as I heard him chuckle deep. Brad’s hands were all over my body, re-familiarizing himself.

“Mhhm baby, I’m gonna make you cum for me. It’s been too long since we’ve been together. I love you Jordan.” Brad tore those panties from my body, as he moved to position himself. I bit my lip to stifle a scream as he entered me; it was an exceedingly tight fit. It had been too long since we’d last made love, but it couldn’t be helped with both of us being deployed in a war zone.

We lost track of time, as our bodies moved in time with each other. I remembered this, remembered his scent, his touch, the feel of him. I remember biting into his shoulder as my soul washed over him, as I shivered, my nails digging into his back. There was no time for pillow talk, no time for cuddling or sleep. I had to leave him within a few minutes of finishing, so no one became suspicious. I couldn’t find my panties in the dark, not that it mattered really, Brad would be leaving on the convoy in a few hours. Brad helped me get dressed, as I pulled my hair back into a messy regulation bun.

“God Babydoll, I wish we were home. I wish I could hold you longer than a few minutes. I know after tonight I won’t see you again until we get home. I think you’ll get there before I do though.” I kissed him deep before I broke the embrace. “I know Farmboy, I love you. I’ll see you soon I promise.” I turned to leave, Brad caught my arm, “Baby, I’m right here with you always.” I smiled and opened the door before the tears began to fall.