1. Callsign Indigo


    Date: 3/2/2024, Categories: Occupations, Author: Gordon_Brail 

    ... They both know where they’re at in the process of their romance. It is what it is.

Landon morphs from machine to man, gently easing his baby girl down on the bed. He leans forward, touching gentle kisses to her cheek. Tasha is radiating heat. Don’t make skin contact – she’ll kick him off.

“Oh, god,” she mutters, a toss of her beautiful, brown hair. She touches his cheek. “I love you, baby.”

She’s only said it once before. The first time is always tenacious in its meaning, more like a confession and test all the same. They said they wouldn’t let it go this far. They said it was just a one-time thing.

No attachments. Agreed? Agreed.

An awkward moment passes, Tasha knowing that Landon has been struggling with himself these past few weeks since she said it first.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Tasha’s not fully convinced that Landon really does love her at that point, but she’ll take it. She thumbs his cheek, feeling him slide out in a half-ceremonious gesture. Why does sliding out at the end always seem so mechanical? How can something so simple sap the romanceright out of the evening? Still, Landon is out, both of them going about doing what must be done.

The Honolulu night darkens, hundreds of Sailors and Marines all over the island savoring their liberty for the next two days, praying something detrimentally breaks on the ship, stranding them in paradise.

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March 13th

Landon and Tasha aren’t animals. They genuinely desire one another, ...
    ... but they never get the time alone together that they truly deserve.

Tasha isn’t completely satisfied from last night, waking up hot as she reaches for Landon in the sheets. She cups his manhood, gently rubbing to wake him. “Hey,” she whispers, feeling him grow in her hand.

“Good morning.”

Tasha slides into the sheets, easing her way down until the tip of his cock slowly slides into her mouth. She didn’t have the chance to return the favor last night, so she’ll just have to make up for it now.

Landon’s phone dings once. Twice. Three times.

He fights the urge, but he reaches out, taking the phone as he spreads his legs for Tasha. She’s massaging and stroking, taking her sweet time as a slow torture. Landon’s vision becomes clear when he sees the message.

@Commander_Holmes: Recall. Everyone back to the ship in four hours.

“What the fuck?” he lets out.

Tasha pops out of the sheets, reality settling in as he tells her the news. She’s given up her previous occupation. “Did they say why? Everyone?” Tasha’s phone goes off. “Fuck, fuckity, fuck me.” Her naked ass springs out of bed, swiping and answering. “Yes, Chief,” she says, heart racing.

Landon types his reply as Tasha remains on the phone, both of them dreary and confused. They both finish their replies, accepting their fate. It’s really happening.

Lieutenant Commander Landon Rays and Petty Officer First Class Tasha Yates are now in a very precarious situation. They’re being recalled back to the ...
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