We’re Not Kids Anymore
There were always some moments in Katie’s life where she understood everything perfectly clear, the love she had for the man laying naked next to her was one of them. His hands under the pillow nose nuzzled into the white fabric, lying on his stomach, exposing his back and butt to the very awake woman by his side.
The curve of his back shifted slowly as her gaze followed it, he would have nightmares, talks in his sleep about the horrible things he witnessed during the war, not even when they where fucking would those images disappear, he’d still clutched onto her sturdy body, clawing into her back, grunting shortly letting her take his thrust’s.
After he wouldn’t have any strength left other than to roll over on his back and fall asleep, she let him, gave him space and time to open up to her. It had been six months since he had returned from Iraq, bruised and battered, mentally screwed up.
Katie breathed out the smoke left in her mouth from the cigarette, it was early, too damn early for anyone to be awake, the alarm clock said 4:30, but she knew it was at least an hour late, still didn’t matter, she was up, unable to sleep. She wondered if getting dressed would be a good idea, but she knew that if she did, her husband would wake up, so she stayed curled up and naked, back pressed to the wall of the bed, watching him sleeping, breathing out the smoke of her newly lit cigarette.
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I’m on a roll bitcheees. Alright, this one’s for my lovely missues: dicaprio-and-hardy-yo
I’ve managed to put Leo and Tom back into the same story, yes, drugs do things…