Fic - Seeking Warmth
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cornerofmadnessSeeking Warmth
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cornerofmadness
Rating – NC-17
Disclaimer – Arakawa owns all
Pairing – Miles/Olivia
Timeline/Spoilers – no real spoilers unless you haven’t met the Briggs Mountain characters
Word Count – 1,862
Warnings – none really, nothing tremendously kinky this time.
Summary – Their love keeps him warm.
Author’s Note – written for Miles’s month at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fuh_q. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. Some of this is based off a comment Miles made in canon.
“If you are cold at night, let the promise of my love cover you like a warm blanket.” – Matthew White
* * *
The bitter wind cut through his heavy jacket as if it didn’t exist. Night was falling and Miles didn’t want caught out in the woods. His sniper’s rifle rested against his back, the weight of it beginning to make his shoulder blades ache. His job had gone well, but all he wanted was to get home to his beautiful wife, not that anyone would guess who his wife was, especially her family. It wasn’t an official marriage, but the vows they gave each other meant something to them.
Vows, however, were poor comfort in the winter winds that tormented the mountains. The encampment poked through the conifers, just coming into his range of vision, and Miles picked up his pace. His snowshoes kicked up plumes of powdered snow. Miles knew by now his progress would be picked up by the ever-watchful eyes on the fortress walls. A guard would be waiting for him when he got to the gates.
Miles just hoped that it would not take too long to clear the gate. Prime parts were close to freezing off. He got lucky and getting back into the base wasn’t difficult. Briggs never felt warmer than when he came back from a mission. These walls could make him believe he was safe, if only for a moment. There was no such thing as safety, especially for someone who looked like him. Miles was still mildly surprised he hadn’t been put in a concentration camp or worse during the war. It constantly shocked him that anyone took his orders, but here in Briggs no one challenged him or his authority.
Private Dugan met Miles just inside the gate with a cup of coffee, strong and bitter, just like Miles liked it. “The General is waiting for you,” Dugan said.
Miles nipped off his gloves and let the heat of the cup return feeling to his fingers, pins and needles stinging them. “Is she in her office?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks for the coffee.” Miles headed for Olivia’s office, his toes beginning to warm up and remind him that they were still attached to his body. Only sheer will kept him from limping down the hall. Damn, he had been outside too long this time.
He rapped on the door. “Miles reporting in.”
“Come in.”
Olivia looked bored, sitting behind her desk, watching the light fade from the sky through a frosted window pane. At this hour, she should probably be heading to her quarters. She must have been waiting on him.
“Sorry. It took a little longer than anticipated,” he said, switching his coffee to the other hand so he could salute.
She swiveled back to center, her elbows plunking down on her desk. “And the raiders?”
“Eliminated. The bears probably have them by now.” Miles didn’t particularly like leaving the enemies’ bodies to the animals, but there was no digging through the frozen ground. They had killed several soldiers already and stolen supplies so maybe his pity was misplaced. “I saw no signs of what they took from us. It may have already been passed on and they were heading back for more.”
Her lips thinned. “They’ll probably send others once this team doesn’t return.”
“That was my thought.”
Olivia nodded then flicked a hand at him. “Go to your quarters, Miles, and warm up. You’ve earned it.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Miles gratefully headed to his quarters. One of the privileges of his rank was his own private bathroom. There was a certain sense of accomplishment in not having to share a communal toilet and shower with the men any more. The bathroom attached to his quarters was small but the tub was generous. He filled it with the hottest water he could stand and some soap bubbles that he’d found in town. They smelled too feminine but there was limited choice. Usually, he showered, but he needed warmed down to his core.
Miles undid his topknot, letting his ragged pale hair loose. He sank into the tub, the hot water loosening his muscles until he was half asleep. The warrior in him roused, hearing someone opening the door, but the familiar cadence of the footfalls relaxed him. Miles cracked open one red eye, watching Olivia hovering in the doorway.
“Enjoying the view?”
She came into the bathroom, sitting on the lip of the tub. “Enjoying it more now. Warmed up?”
He grazed the back of her hand with a wet finger. “I could always be warmer.”
Olivia shucked out of her jacket and tossed it onto the vanity. Rolling up her sleeves, she studied his face then ran her hand over his cheek, along the line of beard he kept, his mark of individuality, his quirky sense of style. “You look exhausted.”
“I am, but not to say I can’t rouse myself.” That much was true. Blood was already coursing its way down, his cock starting to stiffen under the fading veil of bubbles.
Olivia leaned over and brushed her lips against his. She trailed a finger in the water. “It’s cooling off. I’ve better places to warm you.”
He grinned. They had tried the tub before and they were both a little too tall to fit together comfortably. “I’ll dry off.”
Olivia got up, heading back to his bedroom. Miles slogged up and out of the tub, noting she paused just long enough to see him wet and naked. Drying off, Miles shivered in the much cooler air. Thoughts of curling up in his bed with a beautiful, dangerous woman, however, kept the cold from taking the heat out of his ardor.
Olivia had turned down the bedding, a touch which was more domestic than any of her men would have given her credit for. Miles heard them talking. They had no idea the General was with him. Her men expected her to be a hellion in bed, just like she was on the battlefield. Miles had expected it, too, and had been surprised to find her almost demur. Even now, well familiar with each other, vowed to one another, he was still surprised that Olivia could be so gentle.
She met him halfway across the room, her body pressing against his. She really was warm, his whole body drinking of her heat. Her strong, calloused hand closed over his half-awake cock, stroking him firmly. He pushed into her hand, letting his palms skim down her spine.
“You are nice and warm,” he whispered against her ear.
“Getting warmer all the time,” Olivia said as his hands cupped her ass.
“Show me,” He grinned.
Olivia pulled back, yanking off her shirt with a certain lack of seduction, letting it flutter to the floor. Miles had long ago reconciled himself to the fact Olivia was a brilliant warrior, but not so skilled with seductive games. She definitely knew how to please in bed, but the games eluded her. It was okay. Miles wasn’t much for games, anyhow. Their life wasn’t conducive to games.
He undid her bra, his hands reaching around her back to cup her heavy breasts. Her nipples perked up against his fingers. The feel of her milky skin under his hands made his balls get heavy. Pulling her against him, Miles massaged her soft breasts. A soft, happy sound caught in her throat. Olivia turned to face him. She tickled her fingers up the inside of his thigh then caught his wrist, leading him back to the bed.
Miles eased her down to the mattress, not wanting anything rough and primal. They were capable of it, but tonight he wanted tender; he wanted to warm himself body and soul on the hearth of her body. His mouth met hers, his tongue sliding in to toy with hers. Olivia melted against him, her nails lightly raking down his back. This was the one place she could let go, one place she didn’t have to be in charge. She relinquished control to him.
Miles smoothed hand up one of her strong, muscular thighs before finding the heat between her legs. Olivia bucked against his hand as his fingers deftly circled and teased her clit. Sliding one finger into her slick depths, Miles nipped at her collarbone then kissed his way down to one breast. He lavished attention on it as her fingers fisted in his loose white hair. He sat back so he could look at her. Most days he couldn’t get enough of her beauty. Yes, her face had a hard cast to it, cold as the mountains around them until he got her alone, like now. Away from her duty, Olivia melted, practically glowed. Her snowy skin contrasted with the deep tan of his. He could follow the map of the blue vessel just under the skin and he did just that with his tongue.
Breaking away, Miles repositioned himself so he could lap at her tender folds. Olivia brushed her thighs against his bristled cheeks. The lines of beard were well positioned to tickle the inside of her legs and she loved that. Captured between her well-built legs, Miles licked and sucked until Olivia writhed under him, her heels digging into his back.
“More,” she demanded, her voice a rough imitation of itself.
His finger joined his mouth, pulsing in and out, slick as ice as he brought her off. Her cry echoed in the sparsely furnished room. Catching her breath, Olivia snared his hair, urging him up over her body. Miles complied. Her mouth met his in a rough, demanding kiss. Olivia sucked on his earlobe, her hand sliding between their bodies to toy with the tip of his cock.
“I need you inside me,” she murmured in his ear.
He needed no further urging. Rolling off of her, he fumbled for the night stand drawer where he kept his condoms. It only took a moment for him to find the tin. Olivia took it from him, fishing out one of the rubbers. First, she leaned down, kissing the tip then sucked him down to the root. His breath dragged in, ragged, as Olivia’s tongue swirled over his hot flesh.
“Too much,” he panted. “You’ll make me come too soon.”
Olivia let him go with a final tickle under the head of his shaft. With practiced ease, she slipped it down over his rampant cock. Their bodies came together as if two parts of a whole. Olivia knew just where to touch him as he thrust into her. Their bodies moved as if in a well rehearsed dance. In her arms, he was warm, loved for who he was. It was something he never wanted to take for granted. At her urging, Miles picked up his pace, their hips crashing together. His orgasm whited out his world, a wild warm white so unlike the white that blanketed the mountains.
Afterwards, they huddled together under the covers. Miles wrapped Olivia in his arms. “Stay for a while,” he whispered, hating that they couldn’t be together. If she weren’t in her quarters all night and someone came looking, things would get uncomfortable.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised.
For now, for this place, it was all he could ask for.
Author –
cornerofmadnessRating – NC-17
Disclaimer – Arakawa owns all
Pairing – Miles/Olivia
Timeline/Spoilers – no real spoilers unless you haven’t met the Briggs Mountain characters
Word Count – 1,862
Warnings – none really, nothing tremendously kinky this time.
Summary – Their love keeps him warm.
Author’s Note – written for Miles’s month at
fma_fuh_q. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. Some of this is based off a comment Miles made in canon.“If you are cold at night, let the promise of my love cover you like a warm blanket.” – Matthew White
* * *
The bitter wind cut through his heavy jacket as if it didn’t exist. Night was falling and Miles didn’t want caught out in the woods. His sniper’s rifle rested against his back, the weight of it beginning to make his shoulder blades ache. His job had gone well, but all he wanted was to get home to his beautiful wife, not that anyone would guess who his wife was, especially her family. It wasn’t an official marriage, but the vows they gave each other meant something to them.
Vows, however, were poor comfort in the winter winds that tormented the mountains. The encampment poked through the conifers, just coming into his range of vision, and Miles picked up his pace. His snowshoes kicked up plumes of powdered snow. Miles knew by now his progress would be picked up by the ever-watchful eyes on the fortress walls. A guard would be waiting for him when he got to the gates.
Miles just hoped that it would not take too long to clear the gate. Prime parts were close to freezing off. He got lucky and getting back into the base wasn’t difficult. Briggs never felt warmer than when he came back from a mission. These walls could make him believe he was safe, if only for a moment. There was no such thing as safety, especially for someone who looked like him. Miles was still mildly surprised he hadn’t been put in a concentration camp or worse during the war. It constantly shocked him that anyone took his orders, but here in Briggs no one challenged him or his authority.
Private Dugan met Miles just inside the gate with a cup of coffee, strong and bitter, just like Miles liked it. “The General is waiting for you,” Dugan said.
Miles nipped off his gloves and let the heat of the cup return feeling to his fingers, pins and needles stinging them. “Is she in her office?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks for the coffee.” Miles headed for Olivia’s office, his toes beginning to warm up and remind him that they were still attached to his body. Only sheer will kept him from limping down the hall. Damn, he had been outside too long this time.
He rapped on the door. “Miles reporting in.”
“Come in.”
Olivia looked bored, sitting behind her desk, watching the light fade from the sky through a frosted window pane. At this hour, she should probably be heading to her quarters. She must have been waiting on him.
“Sorry. It took a little longer than anticipated,” he said, switching his coffee to the other hand so he could salute.
She swiveled back to center, her elbows plunking down on her desk. “And the raiders?”
“Eliminated. The bears probably have them by now.” Miles didn’t particularly like leaving the enemies’ bodies to the animals, but there was no digging through the frozen ground. They had killed several soldiers already and stolen supplies so maybe his pity was misplaced. “I saw no signs of what they took from us. It may have already been passed on and they were heading back for more.”
Her lips thinned. “They’ll probably send others once this team doesn’t return.”
“That was my thought.”
Olivia nodded then flicked a hand at him. “Go to your quarters, Miles, and warm up. You’ve earned it.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Miles gratefully headed to his quarters. One of the privileges of his rank was his own private bathroom. There was a certain sense of accomplishment in not having to share a communal toilet and shower with the men any more. The bathroom attached to his quarters was small but the tub was generous. He filled it with the hottest water he could stand and some soap bubbles that he’d found in town. They smelled too feminine but there was limited choice. Usually, he showered, but he needed warmed down to his core.
Miles undid his topknot, letting his ragged pale hair loose. He sank into the tub, the hot water loosening his muscles until he was half asleep. The warrior in him roused, hearing someone opening the door, but the familiar cadence of the footfalls relaxed him. Miles cracked open one red eye, watching Olivia hovering in the doorway.
“Enjoying the view?”
She came into the bathroom, sitting on the lip of the tub. “Enjoying it more now. Warmed up?”
He grazed the back of her hand with a wet finger. “I could always be warmer.”
Olivia shucked out of her jacket and tossed it onto the vanity. Rolling up her sleeves, she studied his face then ran her hand over his cheek, along the line of beard he kept, his mark of individuality, his quirky sense of style. “You look exhausted.”
“I am, but not to say I can’t rouse myself.” That much was true. Blood was already coursing its way down, his cock starting to stiffen under the fading veil of bubbles.
Olivia leaned over and brushed her lips against his. She trailed a finger in the water. “It’s cooling off. I’ve better places to warm you.”
He grinned. They had tried the tub before and they were both a little too tall to fit together comfortably. “I’ll dry off.”
Olivia got up, heading back to his bedroom. Miles slogged up and out of the tub, noting she paused just long enough to see him wet and naked. Drying off, Miles shivered in the much cooler air. Thoughts of curling up in his bed with a beautiful, dangerous woman, however, kept the cold from taking the heat out of his ardor.
Olivia had turned down the bedding, a touch which was more domestic than any of her men would have given her credit for. Miles heard them talking. They had no idea the General was with him. Her men expected her to be a hellion in bed, just like she was on the battlefield. Miles had expected it, too, and had been surprised to find her almost demur. Even now, well familiar with each other, vowed to one another, he was still surprised that Olivia could be so gentle.
She met him halfway across the room, her body pressing against his. She really was warm, his whole body drinking of her heat. Her strong, calloused hand closed over his half-awake cock, stroking him firmly. He pushed into her hand, letting his palms skim down her spine.
“You are nice and warm,” he whispered against her ear.
“Getting warmer all the time,” Olivia said as his hands cupped her ass.
“Show me,” He grinned.
Olivia pulled back, yanking off her shirt with a certain lack of seduction, letting it flutter to the floor. Miles had long ago reconciled himself to the fact Olivia was a brilliant warrior, but not so skilled with seductive games. She definitely knew how to please in bed, but the games eluded her. It was okay. Miles wasn’t much for games, anyhow. Their life wasn’t conducive to games.
He undid her bra, his hands reaching around her back to cup her heavy breasts. Her nipples perked up against his fingers. The feel of her milky skin under his hands made his balls get heavy. Pulling her against him, Miles massaged her soft breasts. A soft, happy sound caught in her throat. Olivia turned to face him. She tickled her fingers up the inside of his thigh then caught his wrist, leading him back to the bed.
Miles eased her down to the mattress, not wanting anything rough and primal. They were capable of it, but tonight he wanted tender; he wanted to warm himself body and soul on the hearth of her body. His mouth met hers, his tongue sliding in to toy with hers. Olivia melted against him, her nails lightly raking down his back. This was the one place she could let go, one place she didn’t have to be in charge. She relinquished control to him.
Miles smoothed hand up one of her strong, muscular thighs before finding the heat between her legs. Olivia bucked against his hand as his fingers deftly circled and teased her clit. Sliding one finger into her slick depths, Miles nipped at her collarbone then kissed his way down to one breast. He lavished attention on it as her fingers fisted in his loose white hair. He sat back so he could look at her. Most days he couldn’t get enough of her beauty. Yes, her face had a hard cast to it, cold as the mountains around them until he got her alone, like now. Away from her duty, Olivia melted, practically glowed. Her snowy skin contrasted with the deep tan of his. He could follow the map of the blue vessel just under the skin and he did just that with his tongue.
Breaking away, Miles repositioned himself so he could lap at her tender folds. Olivia brushed her thighs against his bristled cheeks. The lines of beard were well positioned to tickle the inside of her legs and she loved that. Captured between her well-built legs, Miles licked and sucked until Olivia writhed under him, her heels digging into his back.
“More,” she demanded, her voice a rough imitation of itself.
His finger joined his mouth, pulsing in and out, slick as ice as he brought her off. Her cry echoed in the sparsely furnished room. Catching her breath, Olivia snared his hair, urging him up over her body. Miles complied. Her mouth met his in a rough, demanding kiss. Olivia sucked on his earlobe, her hand sliding between their bodies to toy with the tip of his cock.
“I need you inside me,” she murmured in his ear.
He needed no further urging. Rolling off of her, he fumbled for the night stand drawer where he kept his condoms. It only took a moment for him to find the tin. Olivia took it from him, fishing out one of the rubbers. First, she leaned down, kissing the tip then sucked him down to the root. His breath dragged in, ragged, as Olivia’s tongue swirled over his hot flesh.
“Too much,” he panted. “You’ll make me come too soon.”
Olivia let him go with a final tickle under the head of his shaft. With practiced ease, she slipped it down over his rampant cock. Their bodies came together as if two parts of a whole. Olivia knew just where to touch him as he thrust into her. Their bodies moved as if in a well rehearsed dance. In her arms, he was warm, loved for who he was. It was something he never wanted to take for granted. At her urging, Miles picked up his pace, their hips crashing together. His orgasm whited out his world, a wild warm white so unlike the white that blanketed the mountains.
Afterwards, they huddled together under the covers. Miles wrapped Olivia in his arms. “Stay for a while,” he whispered, hating that they couldn’t be together. If she weren’t in her quarters all night and someone came looking, things would get uncomfortable.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised.
For now, for this place, it was all he could ask for.
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