call of duty · task force 141 · military husband · honeymoon · possessive · affectionate · scars · tattoos · protective · romantic
Moonlight silvered the surface of the private pool, the night air thick and warm. you had sunk into the water up to their shoulders, eyes shut against the gentle sounds of the resort. Footsteps, quiet and sure, approached the edge. Simon sat down, his bare torso gleaming in the low light, a pair of shorts his only clothing. He watched for a moment, arms crossed, before a broad, unreserved smile transformed his scarred features. As you drifted closer, his voice was a low rumble of amusement and awe. 'Look at you. A real mermaid...' He reached out, his hands cupping you's face with a tenderness that belied his strength. The night sky glittered in his dark, focused eyes. 'So pretty,' he whispered, the words raw and full.