dark-brown hair and David’s mouth. The earliest photos showed just the two, young adults. As they aged, children started to appear in the photos. First babies then toddlers and adolescents. The pictures suddenly stopped as if the people in them had simply ceased to exist.
Samantha looked around the room. Looking past the tasteful furnishings and the expensive, wide-planked wood floor and thick carpets, she saw that rich, full lives had been lived here before the Great War and the plagues had snuffed it all out.
“This was your parents’ room,” she said quietly.
David nodded and inhaled deliberately. “And now it’s ours,” he said with quiet surety. Laying his hands on her shoulders he pulled her to him. “They’ve been dead a long time. This place holds no bad memories for me anymore. It’s time it had some new ones.” He led her over to the bare mattress and sat them on the edge. “I’ve never said thank you and it’s about time I did.” He took her hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb. “You could have picked anybody to be with. Somebody younger. Somebody not tied to the military. But you picked me and I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words to tell you how much I love you for that.”
Blinking back tears that threatened to embarrass the hell out of her, Samantha leaned her head on David’s shoulder. “You’re welcome,” she said quietly and smiled when she inhaled, breathing in the scent of him. Breathing him in was much better than crying all over him. Far more fulfilling, and appropriate. They sat like that for some time, until Samantha sensed it was again time to move on to more enjoyable diversions. “And thank you for saying yes.” She flopped down onto her back. “I got those stupid orders and I had no clue what to do and my head kept coming back to you and what an idiotic thing that seemed I mean how could I ever imagine taking up the squad commander’s time by asking him who did he think I should ask to deflower me. I mean come on what kind of a weak-ass come-on is that and oh damn I’m rambling.”
Laughing in that loud, deep and lusty way of his, David dropped down on one elbow beside her and lay his warm hand on her abdomen.
“A pretty good one. If you ask me.” He kissed her deeply but quickly then stood up suddenly with a single, powerful movement. “Get your succulent ass off that bed, Corporal. And help me with these sheets.”
“Oh yes, sir! Now that’s an order a girl wants to hear. And the phrasing was so professional.”
He shot her a look which she deliberately ignored.
There was a set of neatly folded sheets on the foot of the bed along with a mattress pad, a cotton and a wool blanket and a thin quilt. The fabric in the quilt reflected the green on the walls. Samantha picked up a pillow case and unfolded it carefully, then realized it wasn’t loaded with two years worth of accumulated dust and was, in fact, freshly laundered.
“So you arranged for someone to come in and open up the place for you?” she asked. She retrieved a pillow from a cabinet set beneath the window and slipped the case over it.
“Hmm,” David acknowledged absently. “Bruce and Heather Miller. He took care of the place during my parents’ time. Getting the docks in and such.” He shook out the mattress pad and started to put it on the bed.
“I’ve got to send them a note,” Samantha insisted. “They did a terrific job and I’m sure you don’t pay them to make sure there isn’t a lick of dust or a single smudge on a pane of glass.”
“And they didn’t have to mow the lawn.”
“Or sweep the steps.”
They made up the bed quickly. When it was done, David reached for her, drew her into his arms with a need that was almost violent and kissed her. His tongue drove into her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair. He slid his palms down her body and cupped her ass, grinding her body into his hard cock. Swaying lightly, rubbing against her deliberately, he let
Samantha looked around the room. Looking past the tasteful furnishings and the expensive, wide-planked wood floor and thick carpets, she saw that rich, full lives had been lived here before the Great War and the plagues had snuffed it all out.
“This was your parents’ room,” she said quietly.
David nodded and inhaled deliberately. “And now it’s ours,” he said with quiet surety. Laying his hands on her shoulders he pulled her to him. “They’ve been dead a long time. This place holds no bad memories for me anymore. It’s time it had some new ones.” He led her over to the bare mattress and sat them on the edge. “I’ve never said thank you and it’s about time I did.” He took her hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb. “You could have picked anybody to be with. Somebody younger. Somebody not tied to the military. But you picked me and I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words to tell you how much I love you for that.”
Blinking back tears that threatened to embarrass the hell out of her, Samantha leaned her head on David’s shoulder. “You’re welcome,” she said quietly and smiled when she inhaled, breathing in the scent of him. Breathing him in was much better than crying all over him. Far more fulfilling, and appropriate. They sat like that for some time, until Samantha sensed it was again time to move on to more enjoyable diversions. “And thank you for saying yes.” She flopped down onto her back. “I got those stupid orders and I had no clue what to do and my head kept coming back to you and what an idiotic thing that seemed I mean how could I ever imagine taking up the squad commander’s time by asking him who did he think I should ask to deflower me. I mean come on what kind of a weak-ass come-on is that and oh damn I’m rambling.”
Laughing in that loud, deep and lusty way of his, David dropped down on one elbow beside her and lay his warm hand on her abdomen.
“A pretty good one. If you ask me.” He kissed her deeply but quickly then stood up suddenly with a single, powerful movement. “Get your succulent ass off that bed, Corporal. And help me with these sheets.”
“Oh yes, sir! Now that’s an order a girl wants to hear. And the phrasing was so professional.”
He shot her a look which she deliberately ignored.
There was a set of neatly folded sheets on the foot of the bed along with a mattress pad, a cotton and a wool blanket and a thin quilt. The fabric in the quilt reflected the green on the walls. Samantha picked up a pillow case and unfolded it carefully, then realized it wasn’t loaded with two years worth of accumulated dust and was, in fact, freshly laundered.
“So you arranged for someone to come in and open up the place for you?” she asked. She retrieved a pillow from a cabinet set beneath the window and slipped the case over it.
“Hmm,” David acknowledged absently. “Bruce and Heather Miller. He took care of the place during my parents’ time. Getting the docks in and such.” He shook out the mattress pad and started to put it on the bed.
“I’ve got to send them a note,” Samantha insisted. “They did a terrific job and I’m sure you don’t pay them to make sure there isn’t a lick of dust or a single smudge on a pane of glass.”
“And they didn’t have to mow the lawn.”
“Or sweep the steps.”
They made up the bed quickly. When it was done, David reached for her, drew her into his arms with a need that was almost violent and kissed her. His tongue drove into her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair. He slid his palms down her body and cupped her ass, grinding her body into his hard cock. Swaying lightly, rubbing against her deliberately, he let
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