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From The Bottom of Their Hearts

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She had walked behind him a thousand times before. But never before had she done so with her hand in his. Her Lord led the woman he named “Violet” to his home. Violet felt an odd twinge of jealousy for this building. It watched over and protected him when she could not. Though she normally voiced her strange thoughts openly, the opinion of her Lord was the only one she valued and feared. Perhaps that was why she couldn’t find her voice. Not then. Not now. Nothing but whimpers of her favorite word, “Major,” could leave her lips. 

The Major brought the hearth to life and instructed her to rest beside its crackling flame. She crouched in front of it, the heat radiating into her face. Only then did Violet realize how cold she was. The Major must have noticed the subtle trembling of her body. 

“Let me take this off,” he requested, touching the lapel of her jacket. She nodded and aided him in pulling it from her shoulders, the wet fabric clinging to her body. “You... should probably take off the rest, as well.” 

She looked to him. 

“Uh, only if you’re comfortable. I just don’t want you to catch... a...” 

His voice trailed off as she rose up. Violet wanted him to see. She needed him to see. Even if the Major didn’t like what he saw. Especially if he didn’t like what he saw. Because, if her Lord was going to take back his words--the words that had been her guiding light for four years of her young life--then she’d rather take that dagger to the heart then and there.


 

Any other woman would modestly cover their bust, or between their thighs. She didn’t dare. She didn’t dare draw attention to those sleek metal arms. Did he think they were disgusting? She couldn’t bring herself to look at the Major’s face, fearing his reaction. She kept her eyes on the fire before her. 

She heard nothing from him. Not even his breath. Suddenly, his footsteps echoed around her. Violet soon felt the warmth of a blanket around her shoulders. 

“Crouch down again. You need to keep warm.” 

She did as he asked. It sounded like he settled down behind her. Violet then felt his hand upon her upper arm, the blanket between them. His grasp slid down until it found her metal arm. 

“I want to keep you warm...” he whispered. And just like that, with some sweet words and the slightest pull of his hand, Violet collapsed into the Major’s lap and chest. It was as if he brought home a handful of sand from the beach, rather than the girl that washed up onto it. 

“Comfortable?” he asked with a bit of a laugh in his voice. As if Violet wasn’t stretched across his chest like a kitten that found a warm spot. Her head laid against his shoulders; eyes closed as she savored his embrace.  

“Mm,” she answered. 

“Good. I know it isn’t much, but...” 

“Stop. I will not hear another unkind word about my Major.” 

“Heh. Not even from ‘your Major?’” 

“Especially not from you. No one is more unkind towards you.” 

“You’re not wrong.” 

She tilted her head, face toward the Major. Her eyes opened, meeting that beautiful emerald. On her life, she couldn’t recall who moved first. But their lips touched all the same. 

She’d never been bold enough to imagine what this moment would be like. If she had, she’d like to think reality would put her imagination to shame. The mere touch of his lips upon hers made her tingle from head to toe. The love she felt for him welled up in her chest. She knew this feeling. But, in that moment, it came to her with an added flavor. A yearning she’d never felt before. She dared to wonder if her Major felt the same. 

No, certainly not. Yes, his body was seemingly reacting to her. Since she was sitting in his lap, she most certainly noticed that. But there were many reasons for a man to end up in such a state. Surely it was the mere flow of blood. 

“May I...?” His lips were close enough to her own to to feel their faint trembling. The words didn’t leave his lips, but the way his fingers brushed along her collarbone made his intentions clear. 

“Please. Major, please.” The question of whether she was worthy of such an honor crossed her mind, but it was promptly drowned by this new feeling. A feeling that grew ever stronger when his fingers dipped beneath the blanket and traced over her breast.  

A heavy breath from Violet pushed the soft mound into the Major’s palm. Violet had no frame of reference for how the Major was touching her—whether he was unusually gentle, or unusually rough, or somewhere in the middle. But she knew that her body approved. It felt as though every nerve in her body was set alight.  

She found out how wrong she was about that once the Major kissed her slender neck. Now every nerve was set alight. 

The sounds that left her lips were embarrassing. Yet the more sounds she made, the more impassioned the Major’s actions became. So, she made no attempt to silence herself—even as she felt her cheeks grow warm. 

“Violet. Violet, I love you. I don’t know if I deserve-” 

“You do.” 

“I want you.” 

“I am yours.” 

“Violet, I mean...” 

“I understand, Major. I want it, too. I want you.” 


 

His bed. How long had it been since she shared his bed? Perhaps it didn’t matter. When they shared a bed before, it was under vastly different circumstances. They were vastly different people.  

Back then, they were merely two soldiers staying warm, staying safe. She was a mindless beast staying close to its master. 

This, however? This was two lovers, about to express the love between them. It was a man approaching a woman— his woman—his scarred body bared to her, his intentions clear from the gentle passion in his emerald eye. Violet’s toes curled against the sheets below. The sight of a man had never made her feel this way before. 

He joined her. She draped slender arms of steel around his shoulders. He kissed her. She parted her thighs for him. He touched her. She mewled for him. He joined her.

She gasped sharply, then exhaled a shaky breath. 

“Are you okay?” Major asked.  

Words evaded her again. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded her head, feeling her bangs flutter around her face. She was merely overwhelmed by this new experience. He was big. She had no frame of reference, so she couldn’t judge objectively. But he certainly felt big. Very big. And she felt more of him sink into her depths. She pressed her lips together and endured the assault on her senses. 

“I’ll slow down if you need me to. Just say the word.” 

Violet answered with another nod. Her back arched when the Major drew back. She lowered her hands from him, touching the back of one of her lips. Her hot breaths left a faint mist upon the cold metal.  

She opened her eyes and looked up into that emerald. Violet was more entranced by its beauty than ever. His lips were parted. His chest heaved with the heavy breaths that blew between those lips. His frame was slender, yet strong. His muscles flexed as he dragged himself through her. 

Beautiful. He truly was beautiful. 

“Major... Major...” Violet whimpered her favorite word. She felt his warmth as he leaned further forward. She buried her face into the curve of his neck, her arms winding around his waist. She worried her limbs were too cold, too hard, but the need to hold him outweighed that fear. 

“Violet... Oh... oh sh-” 

His hips lurched against her, held tight to her body. He groaned beside her ear. A sound she’d never heard from him before, but one she already wanted to hear again. And again, and again. 

“Shit...” Major cursed under his breath. 

“Did... Did I do something wrong?” Violet asked, breathless. 

“No. No, you’re perfect, Violet. I’ll... I’ll take care of it. I promise.” 

Violet considered his words. When she felt him withdraw, she realized what had happened. 

“For now,” the Major laid on his side, beside Violet. “Let me take care of you.” 

Before she could wonder what he meant his thick, slightly rough fingers caressed her lower belly. They dipped lower still until they found the top of her slit. From there, she couldn’t describe the way he touched her, other than to say that it made her mind go blank. It was as if her thoughts were slowly being eclipsed, until her mind was completely, utterly consumed. 


 

Violet returned from what felt like a brief visit to heaven. It took her a moment to realize she had only blacked out for a second or two. She could feel the beads of sweat on her skin, which was all too sensitive after all that stimulation. The Major’s warm lips gifted her kisses upon her forehead. 

She settled in to remain with her beloved Major for the rest of the night. The worry he expressed came to mind. She felt too weak to utter a word. She would have to remember to tell him that she was unlikely to become pregnant on that day; something she was thankful for. Not because she didn’t want the honor of carrying the Major’s child—far from it. But she wanted to keep him to herself. Just a little longer. 

“I didn’t think our first night back together would be so... Eventful,” the Major remarked. 

“Do you...?” 

“I don’t regret this. Not for a second.” 

Violet smiled. “Yes, Major.” She felt his kiss upon the back of her head. 

“I love you, Violet.” 

“Major, I...” She still struggled to speak the words. Even though she felt it, from the bottom of her heart. 

“Shh, don’t force yourself. Until you’re ready, I’ll say it enough for the both of us.” 

Her cheeks burned. “Please do.” 

“I love you, Violet. From the bottom of my heart.” 

Those words saw her off to a peaceful sleep. 

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He had led her a thousand times before, but never before with her hand in his. Such affections were unthinkable. That is, until fate forced Gilbert’s hand—forced him to speak the words he should have spoken to her much earlier. 

This. This was how it should have been from the beginning. Her hand in his, leading her to his home—to their home. He wondered if she noticed how hard he was squeezing her hand. 

It wasn’t much. It was small, and it was going to feel much smaller with Violet around. But even before she arrived, it felt like more of a home than the mansions to which he was accustomed. 

“Crouch down by the fire, okay?” He didn’t want to settle back into giving Violet orders, but she needed to be taken care of. When she crouched down, he reached for her jacket. “Let me take this off.” She consented, but Gilbert ended up needing her help with how tightly the wet fabric clung to her shoulders. Her dress did the same, to the point that he could see the muscles on her back. “You... should probably take off the rest, as well. Uh, only if you’re comfortable. I just don’t want you to catch... a...” 

Once Velvet rose to her feet, she began to undress. Gilbert’s face felt hotter than the hearth. He turned his head, injured eye toward her. 

After a couple of minutes, he looked toward her. He tried to focus on her face, but failed about five times within half as many seconds. She was beautiful. She’d always been beautiful. But she was only a child then. Her beauty never stirred anything within him. No one’s beauty ever had. Not until this moment. 

Those new feelings halted when he noticed the sadness in her eyes, the orange fire reflected in those blue gems. He walked over to grab a blanket, then hurried to Violet’s back to drape it over her. 

“Crouch down again. You need to keep warm.” These were the sort of orders he could live with giving her. Though he hoped Violet had learned to love herself enough to make such commands unnecessary. Gilbert would love to see Violet take care of herself. 

He wanted to ask so much about what she had learned, what she had seen, what she loved and hated about the world she explored. But Gilbert could see how tender her emotions were at that moment. She didn’t need conversation. She needed to be held. And even if she didn’t, he wanted to hold her. He sat down behind her and touched her arm, feeling both flesh and metal. 

“I want to keep you warm...” 

He grunted when Violet flopped back into his lap. He chuckled warmly. “Comfortable?” He asked, winding his arm tight around her. 

“Mm.” 

“Good. I know it isn’t much, but...” 

“Stop. I will not hear another unkind word about my Major.” 

“Heh. Not even from ‘your Major?’” 

“Especially not from you. No one is more unkind towards you.” 

“You’re not wrong.”  

If it were up to him, he would submit himself to eternal punishment in whatever hell awaited him. But he couldn’t torture himself knowing how it affected Violet. Gilbert hadn’t forgiven himself. It was likely he never would. But he wasn’t going to keep hurting himself—keep denying himself—if doing so meant hurting Violet. 

No. No, he couldn’t pretend his actions were solely altruistic. Not when Violet looked at him like that. Not when he felt himself draw closer. Not when the touch of her lips upon his ignited his passion.  

There was no hiding it. The weight of her body sat upon the obvious sign of his desire. That desire strained against the layers of fabric between them, begging to be inside of her. 

“May I...?” Gilbert traced his fingers over her collarbone, silently asking to reach beneath the blanket. 

“Please, Major. Please.” 

His fingers glided over her soft, smooth skin. They pressed lightly into her breast. Some men his age would be humiliated to admit that this was their first time touching a woman in such a manner. Not Gilbert. He was elated that she was his first. Not just the first woman he touched; the first woman he wanted to touch. The only woman he wanted to touch. 

The buns her hair was tied up in managed to stay together, even after she jumped into the ocean. For that, he was thankful—and frustrated. Frustrated that her slender neck was so tempting, yet thankful that that he could reach it so easily. Gilbert kissed the nape of her neck. The sounds that left her lips made his desire grow. 

“Violet. Violet, I love you. I don’t know if I deserve-” 

“You do.” 

“I want you.” 

“I am yours.” 

“Violet, I mean...” 

“I understand, Major. I want it, too. I want you.” 


 

Gilbert excused himself to head out back and wash up. Making love while caked in dirt didn’t sound like a pleasant experience for either of them. Even so, he could see the reluctance to let him leave in her eyes. “I’ll hurry,” he promised her. 

The cold well water did little to lessen his excitement. He didn’t stop thinking about her for a second. He feared that she would disappear when he returned. That this had all been the hallucination of a broken man who’d finally lost his mind. Could he truly have everything he ever wanted, and more? His freedom. His Violet. As he returned to Violet and saw the awe in her eyes in response to his naked form, he had his answer. 

Every inch of her was beautiful. Her very soul was beautiful. To think he’d be the lucky man that got to see it all. He felt the weight of her arms upon his shoulders. The softness of her lips. The heat and desire between her thighs. And, once she was ready, he felt all of her. 

“Are you okay?” he whispered. She nodded her head as vigorously as she shook it earlier. He chuckled. She was such as sweet woman.  

He continued to ease forward; his cock embraced by her warmth. The feeling was indescribable. Not just physically, but the feeling within his heart and soul defied words. 

“I’ll slow down if you need. Just say the word.” He pressed his palm into the mattress and eased back. He rocked his hips into hers, slowly picking up the pace over time. Soon that lovely blonde hair was hanging in her face, while her full breasts bounced with every thrust. Her moans were the most beautiful music. Making love to her was just as much a treat for his eye and ears as it was for his body and soul.  

She was truly beautiful. The very definition of the word. 

She called his name and held him tight, further exciting Gilbert; exciting him a bit too much, perhaps. 

“Violet... Oh... oh sh-” 

His hips lurched against her, held tight to her body. He groaned beside her ear. He shuddered as pure ecstasy rushed through his mind and body. His cock throbbed and spilled his cum, staining Violet’s inner walls. 

“Shit...” he cursed under his breath.

“Did... Did I do something wrong?” Violet asked, breathless. That question made Gilbert panic more than the possibility of her pregnancy. 

“No. No, you’re perfect, Violet. I’ll... I’ll take care of it. I promise.” 

Yes. There was nothing to worry about. Having a child with Violet would be an honor. He just wished he had a little more time with her to himself. He’d been selfishly hiding away from her, too busy pitying himself to show Violet the love she needed. Now, he wanted to continue to be selfish and keep Violet all to himself—if only for a while. 

“For now, let me take care of you.” 


 

Gilbert gently kisses his flower on her sweaty forehead, while the poor girl tried to catch her breath. Gilbert was quite pleased with himself. He may have been a quick shot, but he managed to do his duty as a lover in the end. As Violet rolled onto her side and snuggled her back up against Gilbert’s chest, he let her use his arm as a pillow. 

“I didn’t think our first night back together would be so... eventful,” Gilbert remarked. 

“Do you...?

“I don’t regret this. Not for a second.” 

“Yes, Major.”  

Gilbert was relieved that she seemed to feel the same way. Could it be that she wanted kids? Well, that was a conversation that could wait until morning. For now, he just wanted to enjoy her. He kissed the back of VIolet’s head. 

“I love you, Violet.” 

“Major, I...” 

“Shh, don’t force yourself,” he whispered. Gilbert was so proud of how Violet had grown. If she still struggled with an emotion or two... Well, that was just human. “Until you’re ready, I’ll say it enough for the both of us.” 

“Please do.” 

“I love you, Violet. From the bottom of my heart.” 

He heard a gentle sigh from her. Her breathing changed, and Gilbert realized that Violet had fallen asleep. He took a deep, shaky breath, tears welling up in his eye. 

She was here. She was real. If he didn’t deserve this—if accepting her love was a sin—then he would gladly submit himself to whatever hell awaited him. Because for the moment, he was in heaven. 

As watched over Violet until he drifted off to sleep himself. All the while thinking of how he loved her—from the bottom of his heart.