John was more than delighted to hold her tight to his warm body as she attacked him. It was a pleasant surprise and a even better taste that invaded him. Too long had he spent about kissing and swarming her mouth with his own. And now, he was on the floor snarling as he was trying to gain some dominance.
She let the army man take the lead, his hard muscles molding themselves into her feminine curves, as if will alone could merge their separate bodies into one being. Between his dominant growling, she punctuated with her own mewls of desire—the need for his skin burning against hers growing more urgent with the steady march of seconds slipping by. “Clothes…off…”she panted heavily, peeling away her limiting layers.
John agreed—urgently helping her peeling off her clothes and then started fumbling with his own. His uniform was stiff and still unused after the years of being relieved from the Army. The buttons were heard to undo and his trousers a little tight. He was no longer twenty. Nevertheless, he wriggled out of them and looked at her, panting with need. “It’s been so long,” he licked his lips slowly. “I’ve missed you.”
She took a moment to calm their nerves, slowly taking his lips in hers and lifting her body to brush against his. “Never leave me again, John Watson. I can’t—I won’t lose you again.”
“Never,” he promised. It was a dangerous promise, he knew. He would try. He would, for her.. He would try to live past this war, he would try to find her if she got lost—-he would do anything and everything for her.
A feral grin engulfed her face. With a surge from her lean frame, she flipped their bodies over, straddling the doctor. With a tenacious moan, she began to grind her hips against his, biting back a growl of frustration that a layer of cloth prevented her from feeling the army man’s true form.