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tetheredtoelena asked: “how about you make me?”

protegeons:

five word prompts  /  accepting

her features turn from his girlfriend to his commander without her even realizing it or being able to do anything to stop it. she presses her hand to the centre of his chest and pushes, hard, causing him to fall back against the bed with a light thud. allison stands over him, eyes drinking in every inch of him slowly. she can’t say she doesn’t like what she sees. ever since she first met him, she’d been taken with how handsome he is, and the way his muscles show through the tight shirt he’s wearing is just right for her. then again, it’d be so much better if he weren’t wearing a shirt… or anything at all. 

allison’s tongue travel over her lips. she smiles, a smile that says she knows what she’s wants, and that just so happens to be him. a hungry smile.   take off your shirt,   she says, wearing the same smile. it’s obvious by the tone of her voice that it wasn’t a request, but a demand. a direct order from his leader. and when he comes back at her, telling her to make him, that just has her more determined. so, slowly, she hikes up her skirt and joins him on the bed, straddling his hips. her fingers find the collar of his shirt, and in one quick movement she has it ripped completely in half. allison looks at him with an arched brow, curious as to what he thinks he’s gonna do next. but then she remembers, she’s in charge. 

her lips press a gentle kiss to his bullet wound scar, like that night so long ago when she had first seen it. still, even in her commander suit, her kiss there is as gentle and loving as it was the first time. she lifts off her own shirt over her head, and then her bra, leaving her bearing her own scar. allison takes one of his hands and presses it against the scar. he can probably feel how fast her heart is beating, too. and, somewhere along the way, she’s shedded her leader skin, and she’s just allison. and he’s just jeremy. and they were just there, touching each other’s almost identical scars, and it feels like there’s a string connecting the two of them right at that point. and she wants to tell him about it, but she kisses him instead. 

she leans against his body, his free arm encircling her waist so he can hold her close against him. here, in their very own bubble, allison feels safe for the first time in such a long time.   you make me feel safe, ’  she whispers against his lips. she doesn’t pull away from him at all, and when he blinks, she can feel his lashes caress her cheek. his hands on her body are gentle, but firm. they work her out of her skirt, and his pants. she feels whole, and she feels like, for the first time in a long time, she’s being taken care of. but that’s nothing really new. whenever she’s with jeremy, she always feels taken care of. he takes care of her. 

there’s only one other night she think she really knew what it was to make love instead of just have sex, and that was their first time. when she caught her first glimpse of his scar, and she kissed it because it was an ugly thing that happened to him, but the scar did not make him ugly. it made him… him. and tonight, they both have scars, like an actual star etched itself into their skin — half for jeremy, and half for allison. together, their scars make one star. and when they make love like this, she swears their two souls become one, as if it were destined to be that was. as if they were destined to be. usually, she would think that’s insane and impossible, but now as she feels him inside her, she thinks it just might be true. 

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