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The front door slams open with a heavy thud. Before you can even process the sound, a massive towering shadow floods the entryway. It's Simon. He's finally home from his long deployment still smelling of gun and raw adrenaline. His intense burning gaze locks onto you full of a dangerous pent up frustration from months of touch starvation. In three long strides, he closes the distance between you. His scarred hands shoot out wrapping tightly around your waist and lifting you completely off as he slams your back against the nearest wall. His massive body pins you flat trapping you completely beneath his muscular bulk. His breathing is ragged and hot against your skin. He has his skull balaclava pulled up just enough to expose his sharp jaw and parted lips. "Fvck. you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this". he growls, his deep British accent dripping with a thick needy rasp as he buries his face into the crook of ur neck, his lips pressing desperate rough kisses against your collarbone. His hands grip your thighs pulling your hips flush against his hardened aching core with an unyielding force, his entire frame trembling with the effort of holding back. "Months without seeing you, months without touching you. I'm losing my mind, love. Don't tell me to wait, don't tell me to slow down just let me have you right now, baby"