Young Writers Society

Set in war zone, Amelia and Jack manage to escape to shelter in an underground bunker safe house were things heat up.

SEXUAL CONTENT!

The underground bunker was bare with a bed and chair, an adjoining room held a tiny bathroom and medical supplies and canned food. Jack grabbed a medical kit and stationed me on the bed were he began to patch me up.

“Take off you uniform, I need a better look at this cut.” He ordered.

Begrudgingly with his help I removed my weapons and striped down to a Singlet and underwear. His eyes raked over me and I shivered despite the humidity. I couldn’t help but notice that there was only one bed and being underground the temperature would soon drop to a degree only body heat could sustain ... and there was only one blanket.

“Sit.” His voice was husky as I tried to refuse my attraction to him. I was a surgeon god damn it, and a good one. I obeyed his command and entertained myself by mentally repeating the surgery of a patient I had had ten years ago... Ten years ago when I had been a different person, a person content with dedicating the rest of her life to the table, the life before I had gotten a taste of war.

David had been alive then. He had watched me, devastated when we had lost her. She was a twenty three year old women in cardiac arrest; a trauma victim in a head on collision after a bomb explosion. She had been found a few metres from the car wreck buried under a pile of rubble; they had performed CPR as they were bringing her in, and once stabilised we had rushed her to surgery. I remembered the technique and precession used with each cut, how no one could have seen it coming. She was long gone even before I had opened her up, four hours later she had bleed out while I worked on her brain bleed. Renee had been on call and worked on the bleeding in her stomach. Nothing seemed to stop it, there was no source and just when we had found one source another would pop up. I was four hours in when we lost her, she crashed and we performed twelve rounds of CPR, her left pupil had been blown and both were unresponsive. I had called it.

David had been devastated, I had worked so hard and he didn’t understand how I could be okay with it, I had let him cool off; let him be angry at the world. It was a normal response. Then I had taken him to my next surgery and talked to him over the intercom. The woman had suffered extensive head trauma but her organs had still been viable. I told him it was okay to be mad at the world, it was normal and that if he wanted to do something he could go over and fight the people who caused this, but while that could save people like this woman; today this woman got to save five other lives. Her kidneys had gone to a young man in Nevada and a child suffering from Kidney failure in Charleston. Her lungs were going to make a young man in Idaho breath again and her eyes were going to help a little boy in this very hospital see for the first time. Her skin was going to help four burn victims; the same found in the rubble beside her, and her heart valve was going to save a newborn Childs life.

He had stayed and watched me used the woman’s organs to save others life’s and I had snuck him into to see Dr Evens attach the heart valve to a seven month old boy.

He had kissed me later and told me that he now got it and thanked me.

Not long after I had agreed to go on a tour in Iraq with him as a medic... and that’s when everything had changed.

“Okay it’s not too deep, just a graze from what I can tell.” Jacks voice broke me from my thoughts and looking at him I couldn’t deny the real reason I had gone with David; the hope that I would run into him again. Even after the day at the bridge I had still year’s later needed answers: why had he left? Why did her leave me? How could he just be their one moment with me, kissing me and then being told next that he had left for Iraq without so much as a letter... Answers I had gotten when he returned at the worst possible moment; my wedding day.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. God pull you together Amelia, don’t go back there. “Hurt?” I opened my eyes and met his gaze unwavering. “Always.” He looked away and I could tell there was something on his mind. Resolved I distanced myself and pulled away, I was a surgeon a skilled one at that with degrees in both neuro and trauma, I had a job to do and that was it.

Collected and somewhat calm I turned to him. “Lie down; you think you can honestly fool me? I’m surprised you lasted this long I know you’re injured.” He glared at me and I matched his glare with one of my own. “I’m fine.” He muttered.

“Bullshit. Now don’t make me hold you down.” with a huff he peeled off his shirt and eyed me. Looking him over I patched a cut on his leg and was in the middle of climbing on him when I realised that I was still in just a singlet and a very thing pair of underwear. I tried to brush the thoughts aside and I moved to straddle his waist to tend to him shoulder. His hands immediately came to rest on the sides of my waist and I felt him tense underneath me as I settled into position. I’m just doing my job; that is it. Our eyes met as I tried to ignore the feel of his warm skin under mine, of the feel of his hands at my waist; his fingers tracing patterns that burned into my skin through the fabric of my top. His shoulder looked dislocated and when I touched it his answering hiss of pain proved correct. His finders tightened their grip on my hips and I tried to ignore the hunger deep inside his gaze despite the pain he must be feeling.

“You have a dislocated shoulder; I’m going to need to pop it back into place. It’s going to hurt; you might want something to bite down on.” I suggested. He shook his head and motioned me to continue I huffed; stubborn as always, right to the end. I stabilized his arm and was about to pull down when he grunted “It’s only fair I guess, I hurt you now you get to watch me scream. Tick for tack.”

“Like I’m going to enjoy watching you scream, now shut up Mr.-I-don’t-need-something-to-bite-down-on.”

“You should.” I ignored him and angled my body; yanking down with one hard twist he cried out as I heard the swift pop of his shoulder moving back into place. I tested the shoulders mobility; twisting it around in its socket after I was sure it would be fine. I suddenly felt jack curl upwards and burry his head into the crook of my shoulder, surprised I locked up. Not used to human contact or him touching me it took my brain a few fuddled moment to realise that he was still in pain.

I made my body relax against his and I gingerly warped my arms around him and let him bury his head in my chest. I slowly and soothingly ran my fingers through his hair until his breathing slowed and he caught his breath.

“Fuck...” he murmured against my skin and I felt tingles of electricity shoot through my body from where his lips brushed my skin. “God that hurt like hell.” He chuckled

I shook my head and forced him flat on his back.

I flopped down beside him and chuckled myself. Blowing out a breath I closed my eyes and smiled. “You were right; I did enjoy that.” His answering chuckled only made my grin wider

“Knew you would.” He slowly rolled onto his side and rotated his arm; satisfied it no longer hurt he used it to lean on. His voice was just above a whisper when he spoke. “I haven’t seen you smile in a really long time.” I shifted; uncomfortable with were the conversation was heading as he placed a hand on my hip to stop me.

Trapped and unable to do anything but met his gaze I found myself getting lost in his crystal blue gaze. “I haven’t exactly had anything to smile about.”

He looked down and then back up at me “I know.” He whispered. “And that is partly my fault; I haven’t ever made it easy for you. I was a Dick to you when I first saw you here, I never once dreamed I’d see you again, and then you just show up here...” he shakes his head. “I never wanted you to experience this life, the danger; I wanted you to stay home behind your table at a safe distance and be great. Wait, I need to say this.” He held up a finger to my lips as I opened my mouth. “I wasn’t there for you when my brother died, and to see what it did to you... what I did to you. I know I can never take that back, and I wish I had come home to you. I’m so sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you Amelia. For what my death must have caused you, for my brothers, for-

My mouth descended on his, and he froze as I continued to kiss him; harder until a second later his lips started to move back against mine and his grip on me tightened. His kisses did wonderful things to my body and I arched against him in response. His hands were on every inch of bare skin I had exposed. Sliding up my legs he reached down and hooked my leg over his encouraging me to wrap it fully around his waist.

I ran my fingers through his long unruly hair as I pushed him onto him back and hovered above him. He ran his hands up my back sliding them under the hem of my singlet in a teasing manner as my lips left his to travel down his neck; nipping and sucking as he groaned against me. I smiled. His fingers ran and twisted in my hair as his other cupped the back of my neck effectively trapping my mouth back to his. The kiss was long and filled with animal intensity; Passionate as it changed, becoming slower and sweeter as I found myself on my back.

My breathing became heavy as I undid his pants and he let me, his breath as ragged as mine. Once his pants were gone he settled between my legs and kissed a blazing path on kisses from my neck to breasts; Sucking and teasing just as I had. I moaned, eliciting another sexy groan from the back of his throat as his lips returned to mine once more.

He bent and rested his head against my sweaty shoulder, leaving a row of butterfly kisses as his hands dropped to the edge of my underwear. “Tell me to stop and I will.” I swallowed out of breath but still able to use my limbs; slowly I trailed my nails over his back in response; when that did nothing I arched my back, whispering into his ear: “Make love to me like you used too.”

His lips crashed to mine and there was no turning back, I was surprised by how much I wanted this, wanted him. All these months of suppressing my feelings for him, only made them that much harder to ignore. He slid my underwear down my legs and his own joined them on the floor.

He kissed his way down my body to my thighs and I opened for him. He was gentle and yet rough when I needed him to be as I moved against him, thrusting upwards. He hands clamped down on my hips to keep me in place as I wriggled against him; a giggle escaping me as the day only stubble on his face grazed me. I basked in the growing tightness in my stomach - my moaning growing louder - as I felt him smile against me. I was on my way to a glorious ending when he stopped abruptly and sat up.

My eyes snapped open and I met his soft eyes confused. “What-“

I started again my breathing uneven. “What happened?” he closed his eyes and exhaled.

“I can’t do this Amelia.” I gaped at him; He was doing this to me again? I tried to sit up but he hovered over me and grabbed my wrist as I tried to beat his chest. ‘No I can’t do this if I don’t know how you feel about me.”

I froze looking from him to down at my naked body. ‘Isn’t it obvious?”

“you would think so, but No Amelia it not. I have spent way to long trying not to feel what I do, decades, way before you even noticed... but the war changes things... How do you know what you’re feeling is what you really want, your under enormous pressure and-“

“So you want to know if I’m just using you. Are you freaking kidding me?!” I sat up and was seconds away from strangling him, how dare he, How dare he make me feel these things, things id spent years denying myself, things that I couldn’t just make go away. He sat back and watched me sought through my emotions. “After everything...” I shook my head trying to stop the tears I could feel coming. I tried again, “After everything I went through you just... You want to know what I feel for you? How do you even have to ask?” I shook my head in disbelief.

“Then why did you choose my brother?”

Anger boiled my blood “chose? Chose! Like I had a fucking choice you left! You just disappeared! I didn’t know what had happened to you! I didn’t even know if you were dead or alive...” My hand ached so badly to slap him, and then I did; hard and fast across the face. He took it and did nothing, then:

“I can’t do this until I know for sure Amelia, I can’t make love to you if you don’t love me back.” all the breath left me at that and I stared. “If you just want this as some way to pass time fine what we just did... fine, but I can’t make love to you if you don’t feel for me like I do you. I’m sorry but I can’t, I refuse to go down that road.’ his stare was raw, so open and exposed that it cracked something inside of me.

And then I was crying. A river gate that had been locked for ten years broke open; huge gasping sobs left my body as I flipped onto my back. He came forward and I heard him say my name; but I refused his comfort, pushing him away.

“You left me!” I cried “I loved you and you left me and I didn’t know if you were alive or dead-‘I choked. I fought against him until he had pinned my arms to his chest, hugging me as I continued to cry, the tears blurred my eyes but I could have sworn he was crying too. “And then you were dead... you died on me... you just left and died and... And... And I couldn’t love you; I couldn’t morn you because I loved you too much. And then I find out all this time you were really alive. How could you... how could you do that to me?” I bet on his chest but it was no use, all he did was gently try to sooth me. “I love you and I always have.” I sobbed.

His breath hitched. “You were so beautiful on your wedding day...” I looked up and met his eyes.

“You were there?” he nodded “I couldn’t leave until I saw you in your dress, so I could see that you were forever lost to me. I hid at the back and watched you walk down the ale...” * she’d felt his gaze.

“And the night he proposed, you wore a red dress, you had your hair back in soft curls, and I thought that was the moment my heart finally broke but I was wrong; it was as I watched you walk down the aisle...” All the questions I’d ever had about him vanished from my lips as I listened. “I came back one day about seven years ago and I went to visit you – I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help myself; I just had to have one glimpse of you. You were holding your child as David kissed you good bye and you were happy. I knew then you would have known I was dead; part of me was. I watched you for the whole day.

“I left because I loved you, because I knew David had always had a crush on you and I knew what it would do to him- but I still went for you, it was wrong and, and yet so right. He confronted me, he asked me if anything was going on... I was leaving soon anyway so I said no... I didn’t fight for you and I’m so, so sorry. It was the worst mistake I ever made and if I could go back in time I would. I would have fought for you. God... Years later David found me and confronted me. He knew I wasn’t really dead, I don’t know how but he asked why; I told him it was only a matter of time before they got the call and he called me out, he knew it had something to do with you.” He took a deep breath and then let me go, he turned to face me and I knew then what had happened.

“I said I had lied, that I faked my death because I loved you too much to just step aside and let him have you, that I couldn’t do that. it was only the fact that he was my brother and that I loved him that I faked my death because if I had came home I would have gone up against him, I would had fought for you, But that would have torn us all apart.”

I stared at him, as he gently swept a strand of loose hair behind my ear and cupped my face. I remembered all the times I wished he had come and saved me from my marriage. All the nights I cried myself to sleep.

“I would have chosen you if you had came back.” I felt his heartbeat pound under my palm as I placed it over his heart, beating almost as fast as my own. “Our marriage... it was over long before he died.” At his questioning gaze I explained “Things weren’t happy, He wanted to go back; he left me for the war, the rush.

We promised after we had kids that we would call it quits but he said staying at home felt like settling. The day he died I had given him an ultimatum; I had gotten home to find a letter, a freaking letter... I called him up because all his stuff was gone ans I told him to turn around or I was divorcing him... But he, he still left and then he crashed. I can’t, I won’t make you settle, I can’t knowing you’ll just run back out here. I came home to save you all because of the promise I made, because I had lost myself but now... now I need my daughter. So fine you want to know the truth? I can’t love you, because loving you broke me, I refuse to because admitting that I still love you means letting you go and I can’t let you-“

His mouth met mine in a tender loving kiss. He pulled back just enough to speak; his mouth grazing mine as he spoke, “you think I’ll leave you? No, loving you would never, hey, look at me,” he turned my head back to his. “Loving you would never feel like settling for me. It would feel like home. You think I crave war and bloodshed like my brother? I loathe it; I only stayed because there was never else for me to go.

How many times had I wished that I had died just to end the suffering? If I had known this I would have come back for you in an instant. I would have sacrificed everything, even my family just for a single moment with you, so what do you think I would do with a life time?”

I kissed him.

“Amelia I love you and I always have.’ My heart that had been quiet up until now exploded as everything id ever wanted sat in front of me. Sure I could leave, I could go home and I could survive, but there wouldn’t be Jack there and frankly I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to live a life without him anymore.

Finally after all these years I let myself say the words I’d been denied and so terrified of saying, of feeling because that meant falling. But I knew now Jack would catch me, that he would always catch me.

“I’m in love with you, Jack. I love you.” None of us dared move for a moment least it brake. Then our mouths collided and I ended up in his lap clinging to him; afraid he might disappear but he never did. A part of him did the same; his fingers digging into me as he gently started rocking back and forth. He eased back taking me with him and our kissing returned with a fevered pitch. Suddenly we were no longer in the middle of a war zone, no longer fighting a forbidden attraction; we were just two people who had been denied each other for too long.

He drank me in like and man without water as moved above him in ways that drove him wild; My hands were splayed out on his hard muscled chest drinking in the feel of him as I arched and thrust against him.

With a twist of his hips he rolled me on my back and murmured in a low voice just how much he needed me as he his tongue moved against mine. With one last searing kiss and a quick thrust he eased inside of me. I clung to him as our hip moved together in a perfect rhythm; my nails digging in harder as I cried out in pure bliss. He slipped his hands under my back and tilted me to get a deeper angel and my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head.

A delicious sensation began pooling in the pit of my stomach as I clenched around him. Wrapping my legs around his hips, still thrusting away I the feeling increased; I was I heaven and I never wanted it to end. “Faster.” I whispered, breathless against his shoulder. He obliged almost sending me over the edge as his fingers moved down. I rolled him onto his back and continued moving as his fingers worked their magic and the feeling intensified until I could no longer contain it. I came, tilting my head back as I moaned his name. A few thrust later and he joined me as I stayed on top of him trying to catch my breath.

Once he had caught his, he swept back the sweaty strands of hair stuck to my forehead. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this; with no walls or shields covering how you really feel. Just you, I could stare at you forever.” His gaze was enraptured and in awe as I slid off of him and gently kissed him; the kiss lingered, slow and sweet, neither of us anywhere near ready to let go. We stayed like that for a while, just kissing and exploring each other’s bodies until eventually we feel asleep. I awoke a few hours later curled up beside him, wrapped in his protectively warm embrace and I knew in that moment that I would never let anything happen to him, and that he would do the same for me. Because I loved him.