UNIFORM FETISH ANTHOLOGY
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The limo stops in front of my apartment building, and Jason helps me from the car. Silence dominates our walk to my front door, neither of us needing to speak. I let myself inside and toss the keys to the counter where they skid over the top, crashing to the kitchen floor on the other side. And I leave them there.
Jason remains in the doorway, his barracks cover tucked under his arm. I spin around and look at him, so handsome in his dress uniform. Ice-blue eyes under dark, buzz-cut hair stare back at me. His clean-shaven chiseled jawline clenches. Broad shoulders stand at attention, muscular and strong from years in the Marines. But I've had a crush on him from long before he filled out a uniform. Since that day he gave me that strawberry. What I wanted from him was a kiss, not chocolate. But I never got to tell him because he ran away.
“You gonna be okay?” he asks from the doorway.
“No. I'll never be okay ever again.” My lips tremble as I force the words out. “But I'm sure in time I'll somehow learn to survive.” An ache burns in my chest, and I lurch forward as the tears overwhelm me once more.
Jason dashes in from the doorway and collects me in a puddle, carrying me to the sofa. Warm, safe arms wrap around me and curl me to his chest. His cologne stiffens my nostrils and floods my belly with a warmth I haven't felt in a long time.
“Stay with me tonight,” I whisper as I cling to his jacket like a lifeline. “I don't wanna be alone.”
He swallows hard, jolting my head against his chest, and the pace of his heartbeat quickens. I know he'd never take advantage of me. I'm like his little sister. He's never thought of me more than that, especially since Roger was his best friend. But for the last fifteen years I've never stopped dreaming about Jason, wishing and hoping some day he'd feel the same way about me.
Then the military took over his, and my brother's, lives. I rarely saw them over the last four years. And now this.
“Are you sure?” he asks in more of a gasp than words. “I won't leave you if you need me.”
I crawl into his lap, my thin black dress gathering up my thighs as I straddle him. My fingers curl into his jacket, yanking it toward me as my heated watery glare locks onto his. “There's a hole in my heart, Jason. I need something to fill it. I need you to fill it. Take me away from this pain.”
Wide eyes stare back at me as he shakes his head. “You're not asking what I think you are, are you, Katy?”
“Don't you feel it?” I suck in a gasping breath, choking on my tears. “The stabbing pain gouging a hole in your soul?” I plead with my eyes. “Make it stop.” My lips tremble like little jackhammers. “Please, make it stop.”
Large hands grip the sides of my face, his blazing glare boring another hole into my already porous heart. “Think about what you're asking me to do. I just fucking lost my best friend, Katy. Yes I feel a hole. I feel the pain on a level you can't even imagine. But I'm not gonna betray him and sleep with his sister. I can't do it.”
His words gut me. My bottled emotions overflow in liquid rejection careening over my cheeks. I fight the urge to pummel his chest with my clenched fist. Rage teeters a thin gray line hovering over my heart. Anything is better than the grief settling like winter in my soul.
“That's all I've ever been to you? Never once did you ever think of me as more than that? As more than just Roger's little sister?” Salty tears continue to rain down my cheeks, slicking my nose and lips. “You don't get it, do you? I don't want to be your sister. I want you to fuck me, Jason. I want you to fill me. And when I need you most, you're turning your back on me.” My chest convulses in sobs as I punch him.
“Shit, Katy!” His eyes shoot wide again as he grips my face again in his hands. Our gazes glue to one another. Heavy, heated breaths huff in and out of his chest beneath me. “I have no words.”
“I need something to make me forget.” I dot his face with my fingertips, as if memorizing his features by touch. “Don't you wanna forget? Just go somewhere else, be someone else for a little while? An escape?”
He stares at me, confusion coloring his eyes an icy gray. Worry floods my heart that he'll pick up and leave, run from me. Leaving me once again alone.