Coming Home

"You know, me and you had our night together, but don't you think you two need to work past all your shit?" Charlie asked as we watched Rae start her exercises in the backyard.

I sighed. "Man, I really don't want to drag up old shit between the two of us. We've put that all in the past. We both did fucked up things to each other. I don't think that would be a good idea for us. It'll just end in a bitter argument."

"You ever think about why you two always argue?" Charlie looked at me, those blue eyes staring me down. The more I looked at him, the more I noticed his eyes were so similar to James's. Sometimes, I wished he was still here.

"I think it boils down to a lot of pent up aggression. Rae still blames me for the shoulder, and I still blame her for the baby." I wiped at the tears starting to form. "I don't want to fight with her anymore."

"It's always going to be lingering, Matt. You guys just need to angry fuck it out." Charlie pulled a hand through his hair.

"Is that what you did in the Marine Corps, Anderson?"

"No," Charlie said with a grin. "They told us that the best way to work through our anger was to find a productive outlet for it. I always found that hate fucking was the best way to get my anger out. So just turn each other on, start fucking, and then yell at each other for all the shit you pulled."
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Rae stared at me, eyes big as I slowly licked up her thigh. Her pussy was already soaking wet just from the touch of my tongue and my hands. Carefully, I trailed my tongue up her thigh and into that delicious aroma that was my girl.

Moaning sounded before fingers found their way to my hair and I was being pulled in the direction that Rae wanted me to be. I chuckled and added two fingers, curling them up. She moaned louder and started to grind her pussy against my face.

She came and soon I was on top of her, pulling a condom over my dick and pushing into her. I grabbed her hair in one hand and started to pound into her from behind. Rae moaned like a whore... that was a terrible analogy. But she was moaning up a storm.

"Is this where we take Charlie's advice?" She asked, clenching around my cock.

I smacked her ass. "Fuck you for blaming me for your shoulder."

Somehow she flipped us and started riding my dick while dragging her nails down my chest. "Fuck you for saying I'd never make it in Special Forces."

A growl tore through my throat as I rolled and wrapper her legs around my waist, pumping into faster and faster. "It's your fucking fault we never had a real relationship."

"It's your fault that I held back on my dreams for two years," Rae said and bit into my shoulder. "It's your fault that I lost my leg."

I paused in my thrusting. "What the fuck?"

Tears ran down Rae's cheeks as she stopped moving her hips. I stopped thrusting into her and pulled her into my arms. "Rae, what the fuck?"

Sobs wracked her body. She hugged me and just cried. I hadn't seen her like this since the shoulder injury. Rae had never really talked about her leg injury. Charlie didn't really talk about it either. He just walked away and shut down.

"Baby, please."

"I don't know why I just blamed you for that, Matt. I shouldn't even blame you for the shoulder injury. But Matt, the leg thing... that's on me. That's on me, and I don't want it on me. I don't want to remember why I lost my leg. I don't want to be like this." She gestured at her leg, what was left of it.

"Baby, you've got to talk to me. What even made you say it was my fault?"

She sobbed. "After I aborted our baby... babies, all I wanted was to escape it. The Marines were the only thing that kept me sane for years and years. The Marines were the ones that taught me how to be strong. I went back because I thought it would make me feel better. I fucked it up."

I rubbed her back. "I'm here, Rae. I always will be."

Notes

Well... that took a turn I wasn't expecting.