Masuk“Say it,” Hannah growled, her voice low and rough against Grace’s ear. Her breath was hot, her body a furnace pressed against Grace’s back. “Say you’ve been dreaming about this.”Grace’s hands were splayed against the cold glass of the massive picture window, the dark Alaskan night and endless snow a silent, frozen audience to their frantic heat. Hannah’s lean, strong frame pinned her there, one arm wrapped tight around Grace’s waist, the other hand fisting a handful of her dusty blonde hair, tilting her head back.“I’ve been dreaming about you,” Grace gasped, the confession ripped from her. “About your mouth… between my thighs…”A low, satisfied hum vibrated from Hannah’s chest into Grace’s spine. That’s it. That was the craving she’d been carrying for months in dusty field clinics and lonely barracks. Not just sex, but this. The specific, hungry want of her wife’s taste, her wife’s surrender.The trip had been a much needed honeymoon.Two weeks in a remote luxury resort, a bubble of
Hannah stared at the ceiling, the lingering heat of the near-kiss still burning in her cheeks. She expelled a shaky breath, the incident replaying in her mind. Almost. The thought echoed, a cruel reminder of what could have been. Her heart, a frantic drum against her ribs, mirrored the chaotic swirl of emotions within her. Grace's sudden retreat into the shower felt like a lifeline, a temporary reprieve from the electric tension that had crackled between them.Hannah slowly disentangled herself from the remnants of the evening, her mind racing. She shed her jacket, the fabric feeling foreign and cumbersome, and kicked off her worn-out shoes, the soft carpet a welcome comfort beneath her bare feet. Gathering her courage, she moved towards the bathroom door, the sound of running water a muffled counterpoint to her racing pulse.Taking a deep breath, she gently knocked, her knuckles rapping softly against the wood. "Grace?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the splashing wate
Hannah felt frozen. Hearing Olivia's voice made her blood run cold. "Liv, what on earth are you doing here of all places to be?" Olivia smiled, but her smile held more ill intent than a warm welcome. "I'm here on a vacation with my girlfriend. I figured now would be a good time to show her the northern lights this time of year." Hannah felt her hands ball into fists. "I'm sure that's the reason as to why you're here." Olivia chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Hannah's spine. "Oh, come on, Hannah. Don't be like that. It's just a vacation."Hannah forced a laugh, the sound brittle and strained. Olivia's eyes, usually sparkling with an innocent charm, now narrowed, mirroring the icy distrust Hannah felt. "Don't be ridiculous, Hannah. I'm allowed to be here just as much as you are."Hannah stared at her, the remnants of their shared past swirling around her like a dangerous storm. The lies, the cheating and the ultimate betrayal. Hannah gently pushed her wife behind her as if to p
Hannah's leg began to bounce and her thoughts began to take her back to her previous deployment. "Hey, come back to me" said Grace as she placed a hand on Hannah's knee. Hannah felt herself being sucked back into reality and found her wife staring back at her. "Huh?" said Hannah mildly confused. "Where did you go my love?" Graced soothed. "Sometimes my brain tends to be unkind and take me back to places where I dont want to be". Hannah sighed. "They call it PTSD, and I am usually okay but flying tends to trigger it." Grace's gaze softened. "I have heard about it but I'm unfamiliar with it. What can I do to help?" Hannah smiled. "Just talk to me sweetheart, thats the best thing you can do." Just then the pilot came over the intercom. "Attention passengers, please buckle your seat belts as we prepare to depart." Thirty minutes later, after the flight attendants finished their safety brief, and the plane began to take off, Hannah's anxiety began to worsen. Not
Once the plane tickets were booked, Grace and Hannah began to pack their suitcases as full as they could get them. Hannah lugged all four suitcases by the front door and sent a quick message to her sergeant above her letting her know she had gotten married and would be on her honeymoon for the rest of her scheduled leave dates. "Hey babe?" Hannah called out."Yes?" Grace called back. "I let me sergeant aka my boss know that we got married and as soon and my leave aka vacation is over that you and I need to go fill out paperwork so you are allowed on base." Said Hannah. "Sure thing sweetheart. Just let me know what you need from me." Said GraceA few moments later both Grace and Hannah made sure they had all their luggage, Grace's clutch and Hannah's wallet, both of their ID's and plenty of money to burn through."I'm going to call us a taxi to take us to the airport so that way we don't have to worry about paying for long term parking. Don't get me wrong I love to spend money but l
Both Grace and Hannah awoke to the sound of Grace's alarm chirping at eight in the morning."Awh man just give me five more minutes please." Grace groaned."We can't be late to our own wedding." Hannah threw back the blankets and grabbed Grace by her ankles and pulled her downwards to the end of the bed."EEEEK!" Grace squealed.Hannah laughed. "Are you awake yet?""I am now!" Grace shouted.Hannah laughed and walked out into the living room to grab their outfits and returning to the bedroom. "Well we need to get a move on. We have an hour before we need to be at the court house." Hannah walked into the bathroom and began to brush her teeth.Grace finally got the nerve to get out of bed and started to get ready as well. "Should I wear my hair up or down?" She asked."I love the braid that you do when it hangs over your shoulder." Hannah said with a mouthful of toothpaste."Noted. Braid got it" Grace began to brush her hair and began to tie it in a large loose braid over her shoulder.







