July Prompt: Inventory (Patreon)

July Prompt: Inventory

Notes: Y'all asked for more CDAD, here it is! :)

Gen walked into the infirmary and made her way straight to me at the front desk. I was talking to Casey about some basic medical care – seeing as I’d only been back a few months, I was still figuring things out – and Gen said a cheerful hello to Casey as she reached us.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, giving the tiniest of shrugs. “I was just on my way to see Blake and figured I’d come say hi to you too.”

I smiled, trying not to let the absurd amount of endearment in it show so it wouldn’t embarrass her. It still hadn’t been enough time for her to let me out of her sight for long – at least when she was on base – and she checked in on me multiple times a day. Before I could answer, April called for Casey from around the corner, so she said bye to Gen and walked away.

“So, you’re good?” Gen asked.

“I’m good,” I told her, and planted my hands on the counter to lean over it and kiss her. “What’s up with Blake?”

She folded her arms over the counter to lean closer after I’d leaned back. “He just likes having me around, I think. I don’t know… I’m not sure he’s convinced yet that I won’t want to be commander again, so having me around is his way of giving me the opportunity.”

I hummed, asking cautiously, “Have you thought about it?”

“Haven’t even entertained the idea,” she said. “But I don’t mind hanging out while he’s being the boss, especially on the days he’s got Hayden.”

“Alright, fine,” I said, in exaggerated exasperation, “if neither of you wants to be in charge, I’ll do it.”

“Yeah right,” she laughed.

“I know, right?” I snickered. “Could you imagine?”

“What’s the first thing you’d change?”

“Pizza party every Friday. Duh.”

She was grinning as she reached across the counter to grab the back of my head and pull me into another kiss. I smiled into it for a few moments until she let me go, and then pecked her on the cheek before pulling completely away.

“By the way,” I said, “I volunteered us to take inventory at the armory later today.”

“No, why?” she whined. “It’s so boring.”

“Because it’s basically soundproof,” I said in more of a whisper and with a buoy of my eyebrows. “And the only way to unlock the doors is with the key… which we’ll have.”

“For… music?” she asked with a dumb look. I deadpanned at her, and she gasped. “Did you steal weed from the plant that Barns thinks nobody knows about?”

“Gen,” I laughed in plea.

“Oh,” she leaned in closer and whispered teasingly, “you mean for S-E-X.”

“I hate you,” I said, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

She couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore. “Come on,” she giggled, “I’m still making up for eight months of teasing.”

“Nope, it’s fine,” I said, doing a poor job of feigning further offense. “If you don’t want to take advantage of the armory, that’s fine.”

“Well, I’ll be there and ready to go,” she shrugged, “but if you don’t want to have sex anymore, that’s okay.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, but I couldn’t keep the amusement off my face, and eventually it turned into a real smile. “What time do you want to meet there?”

She checked the watch on her wrist. “Give me till six? Then I can make sure Blake doesn’t need anything and nobody comes looking for us.”

“Okay.” I leaned across the counter for one more kiss. “See you later.”

She headed out, and I spent the rest of the day helping around the infirmary and trying not to daydream about meeting Gen at the armory. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to stay on task until five-thirty. Before going to the armory, I stopped by the cafeteria and packed a couple of containers with the soup they’d be serving for dinner, and took it with me so we’d have something to eat when we got hungry. By the time I’d done all that, it was only five-fifty, and seeing as we actually did have to take inventory, I figured I’d get started.

There was a clipboard on the wall near the door, so I grabbed it and carried it to a shelf with pistol ammo on it to start counting. I opened the boxes to check which ones were full, and then separated the not-full boxes out, combined them to make full ones, and sorted the full boxes into groups of ten.

Nine-millimeter pistols were the most common weapon around, but they were also what we had the most ammunition for. Anyone who had a weapon on base was only allowed to carry one full clip at a time, and if they came in for more ammunition, it had to be verified what they’d used any for before they could fill up. It was the best safety compromise we could come up with, seeing as we didn’t want people walking around with unlimited ammo, but also didn’t want people to be weaponless in case of emergency. We were working on safer ways for civilians to be armed with easily-renewed weapons – like spears or bows – but until we had a way to make weapons that were sturdy and of good quality, guns were the most available.

I was almost done counting boxes when Genevieve walked in, and I tossed her the key so she could lock up behind her.

She did, and secured the key around her neck as she strode over and asked, “Work or play first?”

“Play,” I answered readily, “let me just finish this so I don’t lose track.”

“Okay,” she said, but she dropped her backpack in a corner and came over to me. She stepped up behind me and slid her hands around my waist, working her way under my shirt so she could just stay like that, holding me.

But her hands on my stomach made me freeze in place, repeating, “One-ninety,” over and over under my breath with my hand in front of one box so I wouldn’t lose count.

Gen laughed, sliding her hands up my ribs as she said, “Two hundred?” I shifted my hand over to the next cluster of ten boxes to mark two hundred, but then her lips landed on my neck. “Two-ten?”

“Mhm,” I hummed, shutting my eyes as the heat of her lips touched down again. “Wait, no,” I murmured. I glanced at the remaining boxes – five full, and one half-empty. “I have to multiply by fifty.”

“Okay,” she agreed, but she didn’t stop kissing my neck.

I huffed a laugh and turned around in her arms, slipping mine over her shoulders. “You’re really going to make me forget…”

She gave me a toothy grin and glanced past me to look at the boxes. Then she took one arm out from under my shirt and used it to make a larger amount of space between ten clusters of boxes and twenty, knocking over half of a stack so one group of a hundred weren’t neatly separated into stacks of ten anymore. “There,” she said, “one hundred, two hundred.”

“Thanks, smart ass,” I laughed, pulling her into a kiss.

She smiled into it for a few moments before it deepened enough that she wasn’t smiling anymore. Instead, her lips parted, her tongue slipped out just enough to meet the tip of mine, and her fingers dug into my back. We took a collective step away from the rack before she turned me around, and I let her guide me backward to a crate in the middle of the room. I was so instantly lost in her that I’d already forgotten where we were going, and practically fell into a sit on the crate when the backs of my thighs hit it.

So I went with it, and pulled her down with me when I fell onto my back on the wood. She leaned over with the motion to keep kissing me, her hands pushing up the bottom of my shirt to expose the skin on my stomach. She kissed me deeply for only a few more seconds before moving away, planting open pecks along my neck, and then to my ribs, and down the center of my belly. By now she’d gotten good at undoing the button of my cargos with her left hand, and she pushed down the zipper and then pulled down the edge of my underwear, dragging her lips across the sensitive skin between my hips.

I whimpered at the heat, already pulsing with excitement and the promise of her. And maybe she’d been thinking about this all day too, because she didn’t waste any time after that to shimmy my cargos and underwear down my hips, and my things, until both were pooled at the ankles of my boots. She pressed one kiss to the side of my knee on her way back up, her hands landing on my thighs in preparation for pushing them apart, but I sat up before she could.

It stopped her and made her straighten up to look at me, and it wasn’t until her eyes met mine that I realized why I had.

“Do you think…” I said, reaching for her hand to lace our fingers together, “you could use your fingers this time?”

Her mouth fell open for a moment of thought before she said, “But I like using my mouth.”

“I know.” I gave a grimacing smile in hopes that she wouldn’t take any of this the wrong way. “It’s just that… we’ve been back for a couple months and all you’ve done is go down on me. I’m starting to miss your hands. And being able to kiss you while you’re touching me.”

She looked down and stared at where our hands were connected. “I just don’t want to use my hands.”

“Why?” My brows furrowed when she simply shrugged, and when she still didn’t supply an answer after a handful of seconds, I prompted, “Gen? What’s the matter?”

She pushed a heavy sigh through pursed lips and finally looked up at me again. “My hand isn’t good for that anymore.”

“What? Says who?”

“Says the fact that I can’t even hold a pencil,” she answered. “It’s a miracle I can even still aim when I have to pull a trigger with my left hand. I can’t do shit.”

I sort of sat there for a few moments, stunned into silence because I hadn’t known she was that frustrated about it. She didn’t like to talk a lot about the things she couldn’t do. Or thought she couldn’t do. “Gen,” I said softly, “you’re still practicing with stuff, and you only just started physical therapy.”

“I know,” she mumbled, and then fell quiet as she looked down in thought. “I guess I’m just worried I won’t be able to get you off with my hand. Either of them.”

“You won’t know unless you try.” I reached for her waist and pulled her between my legs, and then nudged her chin up so she’d look at me again. “And believe it or not, I care more about just being close to you than I do about orgasms.” She held my gaze for a while, her lips pursing with reluctant self-doubt. “Also, you know, just because you start with your hands doesn’t mean you have to finish with them, if that makes you feel any better.”

“That’s true,” she admitted.

“Plus,” I added, “nobody is good at anything when they first start, and it’s kind of like you’re learning for the first time with your left hand. Except you already have experience and you know what I like. I don’t think it’ll be as hard as you think it will.”

“Yeah,” she said, the corners of her lips finally turning up with a tiny smile as she unfolded her hand from mine, setting both of hers on my hips. “Okay.”

“Hey,” I prompted, and she met my eyes again, “I love you.”

She huffed a laugh and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “I love you too.” Then she pulled my hips to get me off the box, so I was standing in front of her and at a better angle to be touched. “Okay, I’ll try.”

“Do you want me to talk you through it?” I asked. “Or do you want to figure it out on your own?”

“Let me explore a little first,” she answered, sliding her hand down my stomach. “Figure out how everything feels and where it’s at with my left hand.”

“Take your time.”

She nodded and slipped her hand down the rest of the way. I leaned back against the box to rest as much of my weight against it as I could, which let me open my legs a little wider for her. It created enough space that she had clear access to any part of me she wanted to explore, and I didn’t know what else to do, so I watched her.

Studied her face while she stared down between us and one of her fingers slid to my opening. She was so focused on what she was doing that she didn’t notice. She simply slid her finger back up, running it through my folds and then using two to spread me apart, so she could circle my clit with her middle finger. She was only exploring, and the ways she touched me while she did weren’t enough to start guiding me toward climax, but oh, did it tease.

Every few movements caught a sensitive spot that made my hips jerk, or she’d graze her finger over a lip in a way that left tingles behind even after she moved on. And then there was the constant search for a familiar place around my clit. For the perfect spot that she’d always known how to find with her right hand, and was looking for with her left. She got so close so many times, and managed to find it a few others even if she didn’t stay, and all it did was make me increasingly ready for the moment she decided she was done exploring.

If my soft hums and forced exhales didn’t let her know that, then she got the point when she discovered moisture the next time she dropped to my entrance. She finally met my eyes, just to watch mine flutter closed as she slid one finger inside me. There were no words for how much I’d missed the subtle fullness of her slowly pushing into me. But the low moan I released when she hooked her finger forward, rubbing it against that tender spot inside me, it told her just the same.

She met my lips with hers, kissing me deeply and openly as she made several slow thrusts, making sure to get as deep as she could every time and then dragging her finger against that same rough spot on her way out. When she’d gathered enough courage from the sounds I made, and the hard breaths I let out against her upper lip, she finally pulled out and spread the moisture higher up.

“I’m going to try now,” she whispered.

“Okay.”

I inhaled sharply at the overwhelming sensitivity as she caressed her finger upward, preparing for the moment she finally hit a spot that released all the teasing tension to build up tension of a different kind. And she went right for it. She’d found my favorite spot while she was exploring and the tip of her finger touched down, making one slow circle. But… it fell kind of flat.

It still felt really good, but it wasn’t the overwhelming pleasure that usually came with being touched right there. She noticed it too, because she stroked over it for half a minute, trying different pressure, speed, and gesture. Then her brows furrowed with slight frustration as she looked at me.

“I thought I found the spot,” she said. “I’m clumsy with this hand, aren’t I?”

“You did,” I assured her. “And no, that’s not it.” I grabbed her free hand in mine, bringing it to my lips so I could kiss the back. “I think it… well… you’re coming in at a different angle with your left, so it kind of just… feels different. You know?” She nodded her understanding and hummed. “I think you’ll just have to find a different spot.”

She blew a quick puff of air through her lips and nodded again. “Did anything feel extra good when I was exploring?”

“Actually, yeah,” I answered. “On my right side.”

She readjusted her finger, running it along that side of my clit to reacquaint herself before settling into a specific spot and giving a few testing strokes. “Here?”

“A little lower.”

She didn’t stop stroking as she slid lower, her eyes watching mine for feedback.

“Not quite that low,” I said.

She moved back up the tiniest bit, and that. That was it. I let out a breathy moan as I dropped my head forward against her shoulder, feeling the proud laugh she let out as she set to work against that spot. 

She kissed the side of my head and said, “Just nod when I get a good tempo.”

I nodded, loosing several jagged breaths as she started at a slow, gentle pace. It already felt amazing. Every turn of her finger made my abs tense in the best way, and I was already so wet by the time she’d begun touching me that each circle blended effortlessly into the next. And the very first time she increased the tempo, it was perfect. I moaned through a nod against her shoulder, and the only thing that could make it feel any better when she touched me was the intimacy of kissing her.

So I panted into her neck as I lifted my head, pressing a kiss to her pulse and then pulling away just enough so she’d know I wanted her lips. She gave them to me. She kissed me once and I let out another moan into her mouth, and it was like she finally got her full confidence back. Her right arm wrapped around my back as she pushed forward against me, pulling me as close as she could while still being able to touch me, and I wrapped my arms around her neck to bring her that much closer. Her mouth opened against mine, her tongue seeking forward into the vibrations of every noise I made, and god, I’d missed this.

I’d missed the pulsing pressure of her hips against her hand every time we ground against each other. I’d missed the moments when she got excited enough from touching me that her breath matched mine, hard and fast and shallow. I’d missed the taste of her, and every graze of her tongue that sent jolts between my legs to intensify each completed circle of her finger. And finally, I’d missed the way she always knew when I was close. The way she’d stop kissing me just long enough for me to catch my breath as I neared the edge. The way her eyes wavered between mine and my lips as she waited, watching the climb toward climax play across my face until my lips parted and my eyes shut.

Then she kissed me again. I crashed over the peak as her lips crashed over mine, open and hard so not a single noise was wasted. My arms tightened around her neck so my own body wouldn’t betray me. So that every buck of my hips and every wave of euphoria that rolled up my spine wouldn’t pull me away. I moaned loudly into her mouth as her finger kept tempo against the same spot, until my moans and her finger slowed. Until she eased up and lightened the circles to a graze, drawing the last remaining pulses out of me while I regained the sense to kiss her properly.

But once we started, I didn’t want to stop. The feel of her lips and tongue stirred a fresh and fiery need in me, and I could tell by the way her arm tightened around my waist that she felt it too. The kiss deepened as we set into a rhythm of give and take. She pushed forward into it, nipping at my lip only to soothe the sting with her tongue, and then I pushed back, fingers clutching in her hair as if to beg her not to stop.

And she did the opposite of stop. I didn’t even need to ask before her finger started increasing in speed again. Not once did she move from that spot, so she was already right where she needed to be to work me toward another orgasm. It wouldn’t take long either. Not with the leftover sensitivity from the first one, and not with the passion of her kiss igniting a desperation I didn’t know I still had.

I could hardly breathe through the intensity of our kiss, but it didn’t matter because it wasn’t going to last. I felt it building. Felt by the electric throbs beneath her finger that it was going to be better than the first, and I didn’t want to slow it down. I wanted to lean into the passion so that when I came it was hard and loud and everything she needed to know that she could do this.

So I ignored the racing beat of my heart that begged for me to take a breath. I ignored the twitching of my thigh that told me I was on the verge of too sensitive. I ignored the trembling of Gen’s hand as she fought against her injury to keep clutching at my back. I ignored everything but the influence of her kiss and the cresting pleasure at my core.

When it hit, it was everything I knew it would be. It was so strong that I couldn’t even keep kissing her. I left her lips and fell backward onto the crate, gasping and moaning to the ceiling as my back arched. My fingers dug against the hard wood as I tried to keep myself steady, doing my best not to jerk myself away from her hand. It was so intense that I couldn’t see a damn thing. Didn’t even know if it was from the intensity of the climax or if my eyes were closed. All I knew was the frenzy of pleasure that radiated from her touch up through my belly and chest and settled into a haze in my head. That haze consumed me until it finally calmed and the pulses slowed, retreating into a content fog as her finger slowed and eventually stopped.

My eyes were closed. I knew that then because I finally opened them when her hands slid up my thighs. She was grinning at me as she grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the crate, bending over me to find my lips again. We kissed for a long, tender minute until the last of the consuming sensations left and I sighed with a softer satisfaction.

“I knew you could do it,” I breathed. 

She smiled, pecking me on the lips and saying, “I’m glad you convinced me to try.”

“You and me both.”

She laughed, kissed me one more time, and then just laid there, staring down at me. One side of her mouth pulled to the side in thought, but when I lifted an eyebrow at her, she didn’t say anything.

“Gen…” I prompted. “That’s a look of mischief… it’s rare, but I know it. What are you thinking?”

She pursed her lips and smiled through it, then said, “I kind of wish you’d brought the strap.”

Both my eyebrows rose at that, and I pushed up onto my elbows. “Seriously?”

She shrugged as she straightened up a bit, and then smoothed her hands over the crate. “Well, there is this nice sturdy box for you to bend me over.”

I pushed her off of me and jumped to my feet, hurrying to pull my pants back up. “You wait right here,” I told her. “I’ll go get it.”

“Really?” she laughed.

“Literally,” I said, redoing my button and zipper, “I’m about to sprint home. Be back in two minutes flat.”

I pecked her on the cheek and shot toward the door as she called, “Don’t run! You’ll make people suspicious!”

But I was gone.