I sighed as I tightened a nut on my bike that was halfway propped up on a stand inside my garage. Outside the door the leaves that blew across the driveway were crisp and millions of colors ranging from red to gold, being late fall in Georgia dirt biking season was almost over. I wanted out once more on my bike before I was shipped out again.

"She's gonna kill me man" I ran a hand over my newly buzzed haircut and looked across the garage towards my best friend, who sat cleaning off some tools. I kept my hair long, brushing my shoulders when I was home from service, so when it came off it told the people around me I was going back to Iraq.

"Then the US Military would be rather pissed off wouldn't they." He retorted sarcastically in a monotone tone, eyebrow arched over a set of eyes that creeped out most of our platoon.

I resisted the urge to punch something. I'd known for about a month now I was shipping out again, but didn't dare say anything to her knowing it'd kill her. "If they find my body that is".

"Yeah she's the type that would chop you up into itty bitty bits, isn't she?" He mused quietly while leaning back against the stand his bike sat on.

It was no secret to any of my friends, family and platoon my girlfriend had a temper; she'd kill if someone hurt me, but kill if someone hurt her as well. Bas toyed with the ring in his lower lip, he'd be taking it out in about two weeks, whenever they gave us a official date to be shipped off. It was his silent 'fuck you' to someone, maybe the Military, maybe someone else. I didn't know much about the man I called my best friend. And I didn't need to know all that much about him.

He watched my back, I watched his.

"She'll probably just cock block me, refusing any attempt I give to fuck her" I muttered throwing down the wrench and picking up the now warm beer sitting beside my bike. I loved my girlfriend, but damn, she could be a cold hearted bitch.

"And once again you see why I do not have a significant other." Bas was weird like that, but then again as a sniper for the Marines he was just weird in general.

I held back full on laughter walking over and dropping down on to the work bench, stretching my long legs out in front of me" And you wonder why the platoon is starting to think your gay".

He shrugged "I'm straight, I know this so therefore I don't particularly care. They can want me all they want, I don't want them." Stretching his legs out he raised his own beer to his lips and took a sip.

I snorted before head lights flashed across the dark driveway; and I found myself fleeing back to hide my newly buzzed head under my bike. Like the ostrich hides it head in the sand when threatened. In all the years of being a Marine nothing had ever prepared me for the wrath of my girlfriend.

Bas laughed at my behavior and remained where he was, he didn't have to fear her wrath. I did.

The large black truck, mine, came to a stop and she turned the engine off, soon I heard the door open before the sound of her boots could be heard on the ground, then she locked it. The headlights blinking in confirmation.

Ellie was obviously not expecting what she was about to find.

I heard her strut, damn did she have a nice strut, towards the open door before her feminine voice flooded my ears and all I could manage was to raise my hand to pick meekly at a gas line. "Hey Bas, didn't know you were gonna be back up here again today".

"Yeah well, here I am, ever the devil at your door." He drawled most likely with a hint of a smirk playing on his face. He always did enjoy the game of cat and mouse, it was a psychological thing he did, no matter who he was talking to, or what he was doing.

She chuckled a little before I heard her walk over to the work bench and put something down" Babe, I got you those spark plug thingys you asked for and I ran into your mom when I was at lunch, she wants you to call her".

I cringed a little at the mention of my mother, that would mean telling her I was, once again, leaving for tour. I hadn't even worked up the guts to tell my girlfriend, imagine telling the woman who gave birth to me.

"Earth to Jer," the brunette muttered at my silence, I knew she was probably standing there with her hands on her curvy hips eyeing my person knowing I was up to something.

Bas usually kept his hair close cut, meaning Ellie couldn't figure out that we were leaving via him. I [i]knew[/i] I was gonna have to tell her, I just didn't really want to. Ellie was my girl. I hated making her upset, even mad and when she cried it felt like my world crashed down around my head. How I went as long as I did overseas without her was a miracle. She kept me from starving and kept me…warm…during the cold Georgia nights.

I slid out from under my bike, knowing that it was now or later, better to rip it off like a band-aid than wait and just let it get worse.

"Oh".

There was that one word thing she always did when she was upset. It took me the time to blink and she was gone through the door that adjoined the house to the garage slamming it behind herself.

"And now we know that you're not getting laid any time soon."

Thank you Captain sarcasm, I missed you so much.

I groaned and in stupidity smacked my head against my bike, which turned out to be a even more stupid idea since the whole thing decided to tip over off the stand. Bas caught it and arched an eyebrow at me "Wow, you're a freaking walking disaster aren't you?".

I shot him a not impressed glance before standing up, and helping put the bike back on the stand" I should go talk to her before she goes and calls Alena, because god knows the short shit will be over to rip off my balls".

Alena, Ellie's best friend, was tiny compared to me - even smaller then Ellie - but she had the anger of the fiery sun when it came to people hurting those she loved. Bas laughed out loud; having never met her before in his life, he didn't know how frightening she could be.

"Don't drink all the beer, I'm gonna need it after this" I muttered before turning on my heel and heading into the house Ellie and I shared, rubbing off my greasy hands onto my already dirty shirt. The golden retriever, Willy, I'd gotten her for our first Christmas in the house lifted its head from his basket just inside the kitchen, probably wondering why his 'mother' was slamming doors and in a rage. The thick tail innocently thumped against the tile floor looking up at me with large brown eyes as I passed.

I could her Bas laughing in the background "We salute you, those about to die."

I scoffed heading deeper inside the house, like I'd thought, good ol'Ellie had herself closed inside our bedroom. I found myself pressed against the door listening with some sliver of hope she wasn't crying yet. I tried the door knob. Locked.

"Ellie, baby please open the door" I asked quietly with a sigh letting my head fall against the cool wood that made up the door. Nothing but silence met me. This was going to be bad, I knew it. I should have told her the moment I found out, not kept it from her "At least let me know your alive in there?".

Something, probably her small fist, came in contact with the door, making me draw my face back away from the wood.

Ellie was angry I could tell that much, but I wasn't sure if it was stemming from actual anger or if she was afraid of me going back over seas. I knew she was afraid of something happening to me, but it was my job to protect others and our country, so people like herself and my family could be safe.

"Ell, can you open the door please?".

I heard the tiny noise of fabric against wood, making me realize she was leaning against the door exactly where I'd been on the opposite side" Leave me alone Jer".

"I can't do that, Hun. You know that." More quiet followed, and the more my heart was starting to crack into pieces knowing the woman I loved stood behind the door probably in tears.

"Come on Ell, just open the door please?" I braced one hand on the door frame, while the other one rested flat on the wood of the door. I heard the lock slide back slowly though she didn't open the door. It was a start.

"Babe, I'm sorry, you know I hate it when you cry." I sighed softly, taking a shot in the dark, though I knew she was probably in tears at this point.

She whimpered through the wood, her voice muffled slightly and cracked "Then don't do this too me again".

"I just wasn't sure how to tell you that I was leaving again. I was waiting for the right time I guess." I murmured, Bas had kept telling me to tell her quickly, rip it off like a band-aid. Though I'm not sure if he would have been right or not. Would that have been better?

"When was the right time Jer?" she whispered and I heard her weight lift off the door as it flew open and she screamed at me" when its too late? When your gone?".

I habitually ran my hand over my head, expecting to push my hand through the longer hair I used to have "I wouldn't have just left, you know that. Babe, I love you way too much to just leave."

Her blue eyes narrowed and I could see scenarios whirling around behind them; the only thing I could think of was her cutting me into itty bitty pieces like Bas had said. Probably didn't help she was a hair dresser for a living.

"Just stop".

"Stop what?" I lifted my eyes to hers, before taking in tiny details about her. Gorgeous blue eyes set onto a pretty face with tiny, feminine features; all framed by dark brown hair, but above all showing sadness. She was a few heads shorter then me, which helped when we were in bed together, she was so tiny compared to my large muscular frame.

"I-I don't know...just stop".

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her, tugging her against my torso. In a few more weeks I wouldn't be able to do this anymore, I just needed to do it now. I had under two weeks at the most to hold my girl, then...I had nine months without her hugs, kisses, voice...body. I didn't know how I was going to do it. I'd never been gone overseas that long before, but if my calculations were right, this would be my last time. Though I wasn't sure if I'd make it that long without her.

"I don't won't you to go" she whimpered against the graphic t-shirt covering my chest as her arms wrapped around my waist.

I tangled one hand in her hair while leaning my head down and pressing my lips to the top of her head. I didn't want to go either, but it would make me feel better to know that I was protecting her and my family. It was all for her...my [i]hopefully[/i] future wife. I'd never been so sure about something in my life, I just needed a little time once I got home to get her a ring. Who knew that now, almost four years after her college class had come onto base to cut off my platoons hair, I'd be trying to marry her. I hadn't thought I'd be ready to marry anyone, but here I was, holding onto the girl of my dreams and thinking about marrying her.

With that [i]little[/i] thought in mind I lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. Ellie squeaked as her arms wrapped around my neck firmly; though the squeak had also alerted the retriever in the kitchen that something was going down, because soon the fur ball was scurrying down the hall. I closed the bedroom door with my foot, keeping the golden dog out in the hallway and kissed her quickly.

She pulled away to stare at the door" You shut the door on my dogs face, you rat bastard".

"You want me to let him in here so he can jump on me while I'm holding you?" I cocked an eyebrow quietly keeping one hand sort of free to open the door if she wanted me to.

"Not entirely" she whispered before nuzzling against my neck, her manicured nails scratching across the sensitive skin at the back of my head.

"I figured," the words came out followed by a slightly shaky breath.

Her dark hair brushed against my cheek as I held her aloft, her breath was slightly calm, though I knew she had many questions about what was going to happen. I walked us over to the large king sized bed that was situated against the wall across from the door and laid her down on the comforter. Her dark hair spilled across the dark green comforter and tangle of black sheets; I hadn't exactly gotten around to making the bed yet, though I had 'made it' when I got up with her before she'd left for work that morning.

"Jer..."she whispered quietly glancing around the bed then back at me.

"Hmm?".

"How long are you leaving me?" her voice was a little shaky and her big blue eyes were slightly teary. My heart started to punch my ribcage savagely by just that little thing.

"Nine months, but it should be the last time." I tacked the last part on in hopes she'd feel a bit better about it. Her soft pink lips formed a tight line, her bottom lip soon tugging between her teeth as she bit her lip.

"I promise babe, it'll go by quick." I combed my fingers through her dark hair softly. I was partly saying it for my own sanity as her hand looped around my thick wrist and she leaned into my hand. I kissed the corner of her mouth softly on the side that wasn't leaning into my hand. Her breath hitched slightly as those sparks that appeared every time we touched became apparent, taking life and setting a fire in the pit of my stomach. I felt my jeans tighten slightly.

"Okay baby, whatever you say" her voice was slightly absent minded though her soft lips came in contact with my cheek. It seemed whenever those sparks showed up, there was no controlling her actions, she became a little sex demon.

I crawled over her, covering her body with my own. She was soft and delicate, everything I was not. It was a miracle I didn't break her with my strength. Her hands quickly became curious as our lips met and fought for dominance, her fingertips trailing across my crotch. I groaned a little as her fingers ghosted over the denim of my jeans. The dark fabric seemed to be shrinking by the second.

"Baby-y" her voice was slightly raspy against my throat. Somehow this woman could do things to me that no one else could.

With just that little world she drove me completely insane.

Because soon the cream, slightly backless shirt she wore was all but torn off her slim body, revealing the milky white skin I loved sinking my teeth into. The dark jeans she wore were also soon peeled off her long, lean legs as my shirt was pulled over my head. Her nails were already scratching lightly across the tattooed skin of my back, while her lips pursed playfully and her blue eyes sparkled mischievously.

The damned thing known as a bra was an evil contraption that I hated in that moment as it was separating me from what I wanted. After moments of fighting with the wire and fabric she stopped me" Baby try the front".

I paused a little before hooking my pointer finger under the small connecting band in the front and grinned like a kid on Christmas when it popped open easily. I think I like this bra more now.

"Good boy" she smirked pulling it out from under herself and looking up at me with those pretty blue eyes.

I smirked and kissed all over her neck and collar bone before following the path of skin down between her breasts. Her mouth opened with a tiny whimper as her hand rested on the back of my head, as she continued to make content, happy noises. This woman was my everything. I brought my lips up to hers and let my hands trail where they wanted to. Which was mainly her chest. I was a boob man, I wouldn't lie. Though I did love her long legs.

I started taking mental pictures for the long, womanless, nine months ahead of me.

Ellie started to shift under me and I could tell she was getting antsy when she started to fumble with the button on my jeans. Which usually meant good news for myself, since she loved to...well...share the good feelings. She was rather vocal, and I was just fine with that. Though it made getting away with things a little tougher...especially like spending Christmas with my parents...yeah that was a interesting one last year.

Finally the button on my jeans was popped open and a little of the pressure was released, though a whole new form of it was created. Because her hand easily sunk beneath the dark fabric of my boxers and found that thing that was causing me such a problem. My head dropped to the crook of her neck as her slightly cooler fingers started to stroke me. How I lived without her touch was going to be hard...especially to recreate, since my hands were huge, and warm compared to her's. My jeans were quickly discarded along with my boxers as her panties and bra had long since vanished from her body.

What can I say I like to see her with either nothing on or just one of my tee shirts. My fingers travelled down to that warm place between her legs that I loved as her body seemed to rise off the bed almost instantly. Curling my fingers I touched on that bundle of nerves that had undone her on more than one occasion. She lets lose a throaty moan, hot enough to make even the most tight assed people blush.

She might go to church every Sunday, but she was a pretty naughty girl at home. And I do mean naughty. Especially when her old Halloween costumes came out...get my point? I hope you do, cause I loved when those costumes came out again.

"Condom now" she groaned as I continued to move my fingers against that sensitive area. I searched for one, my hazel eyes flashing around our room but came up empty, apparently we'd used them all up. She groaned again "Jer-remy now".

I pushed into her, not caring about the lack of condom. It's not like it would matter. It was one time. She moaned in pleasure not seeming to notice the lack of protection, which meant my dick wouldn't be on the chopping block. She had this weird thing about using protection despite our long term relationship. I guessed it went with the whole no babies before marriage. Though it didn't faze me much, my parents had been that way with me, they had my three other siblings after marriage; as long as she knew I loved her and I knew I was marrying her I didn't care about anything else.

Ellie's hips rocked against mine as I pushed our bodies hard against the soft mattress, her lips letting lose soft whimpers and moans that only made me go harder. This girl could drive me to insanity if just one word left her lips, her back arched underneath me as I gripped her hips tightly, angling myself slightly to find that spot inside her. Her nails instantly went to my back, gripping tightly and dragging downwards. Found it.

I can name someone whose getting made fun of when he gets to base because of a scratched up back.

I continued to thrust against that spot, not really caring about that at the moment. I had my girl and frankly she was all that mattered. And those noises...were enough to kill me, her pink lips emitted the most attractive sounds as her nails continued to rake against the skin of my back.

I could tell she was close, and I wasn't far behind her, when her whole body started to quiver.

"Jer-rr-emy" her voice was raspy and her eyes were closed as she somehow found my lips, pressing us together" l-ov-ee you".

"Love you too babe," the words were one harsh pant, as I could feel her clench a little tighter around me. Her face pressed flush against my neck as I felt her lose it all. This created a domino effect and all sense of control I had been grasping at with my finger nails went out the window. Her nails drove harder, much harder then ever before, into my back as her whole body quivered and she let lose a throaty moan that seemed to fill the whole house.

Sorry Bas guess someone did get laid after all.

Finally she relaxed under me and I felt the last of my strength drain out of me. Damn this woman was like kryptonite. Ellie panted heavily as she raised those blue eyes to look up at me.

"Damn baby," the words came out in a couple pants as I shifted so I was lying next to her with my arms wrapped around her tiny torso.

She hummed a quiet response, her eyes had fallen shut; though she ran her fingers across the wet slit between her legs I'd just vacated" Sticky".

I hummed a response this time, as I pressed my face to the back of her neck. Didn't exactly want her to cut my dick off right now since that was probably, no lie, the best sex of our relationship. Her beautiful blue eyes opened again, and she sat up a little, making the mounds of flesh on her chest wobble a little before she shifted to lie across my chest. My fingers trailed lazily over her back, up and down her spine.

Ellie rubbed my head and its peach fuzz-like hair" I don't like it".

"Mm, I'm with you, but I gotta have it cut short."

"Shh," she placed a soft finger to my lips" what they don't know won't hurt them if you just wore a hat".

I chuckled a little "Babe, a hat wouldn't cover all that."

"I'll teach ya few tricks" she snickered in her southern drawl that made my skin tingle as she pressed lips to my temple. I kissed whatever inch of her skin I could find. She giggled and tried to wiggle away, her skin was always sensitive after we made love. I kept my arms locked around her, not allowing her much wiggle room.

"Ba-by" she giggled quietly halfway hidden under the covers now.

"Ye-es?".

Ellie didn't need to say anything else, but she bent forward and kissed me once again. I kissed back one hand cupping the back of her head. We laid there for what seemed like hours, just kissing and staring at each other. Something inside me 'dinged' at one point but I didn't exactly know what, I was too busy staring at the beautiful girl in my arms.