Page 19 of Duty and Desire
The thought tore at her, the idea of pushing Scarlett away when all she wanted was to hold her close. But she knew, deep down, that it was the right thing to do. She had to protect Scarlett, even if it meant breaking both of their hearts.
The battle raged on outside, the sounds of gunfire and explosions filtering faintly through the thick walls of the command center. But inside Ros, another battle was taking place—one between duty and desire, between the life she had built and the one she suddenly found herself wanting. And as much as it hurt, she knew which side had to win.
She turned back to the map, forcing herself to focus, to let the mission consume her. There would be time to deal with Scarlett later once this was over. Once the base was secure and her people were safe, then she would do what she had to do, no matter how much it hurt her.
After the mission ended, Ros waited in her office, her body tense and thoughts a storm of emotions. When Scarlett finally arrived, Ros's eyes locked onto hers, a mix of frustration, fear, and longing.
“We need to talk,” Ros began, her voice strained. She walked over to the door and shut it firmly behind Scarlett, the click echoing through the room.
Scarlett crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. “Is this about the mission, General? Because I think we handled it well, given the circumstances.”
Ros let out a sigh, rubbing her forehead. “Yes, we completed the mission, but…I was distracted, Scarlett. I was thinking about you. Worrying about you. And it nearly cost us everything.”
Scarlett’s eyes softened slightly, but she kept her stance. “Ros, you can’t blame yourself for caring. It’s human.”
“That’s the problem, Scarlett. I can’t afford to be human right now. Not when everyone is counting on me to be perfect. We need to stop this…whatever this is before we both lose everything.”
For a moment, Scarlett seemed taken aback. Her face flashed with hurt, but then her jaw set with determination. “Stop pretending you can just turn off how you feel, Ros. You and I both know this isn’t going away.”
Ros stepped closer, her resolve wavering as she felt the pull between them again. “We have to try,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
But Scarlett took a step forward, closing the gap between them. “Tell me you don’t want this,” she murmured, her breath warm against Ros's cheek.
Ros's hand trembled as she reached up, cupping Scarlett’s face, her thumb brushing over her lips. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. And in that moment, all her resolve crumbled.
They collided with a desperate, fervent kiss, all the fear, frustration, and longing pouring out of them in a rush of passion. Ros pulled Scarlett closer, her hands threading throughher hair as she gave in to the feelings she had fought so hard to suppress.
They stumbled back toward the bed, tearing at each other’s clothes, their breaths ragged and filled with need. The world outside their quarters faded away as they found solace in each other’s arms, their bodies moving together with a frantic, desperate rhythm. Ros feverishly kissed any bare skin she could reach, as though making sure that each and every part of Scarlett had returned from action safely. Teeth clacked against teeth as they kissed harshly, biting, pulling, finding solace in the very real possibility that one of them might not have come home that day.
For Ros, it was a release she hadn’t allowed herself in years. Every touch, every kiss felt like reclaiming a piece of herself she had long thought lost. She felt alive and her senses heightened, every nerve on fire with the intensity of their connection. It was reckless, it was dangerous, but in Scarlett’s arms, it felt right.
They were both naked and their right hands reached between each others legs in perfect synchronisation.
Scarlett removed her hand and grabbed her and pushed her onto her front. This turned her on so very much.
She felt Scarlett’s hands on her hips raising her ass into the air as her face was still in the pillow. She felt shivers running through the entirety of her body as Scarlett’s hands held her hips firmly. She was open and exposed for her and never more excited than right here, in this moment.
“Please…uh..” she heard her own voice and it was shaky and desperate with need for her.
Scarlett wasted no time in feeding her desperate need with her fingers plunging inside her. They slid in easily, but then she was so wet, she wasn’t surprised. She felt them curling downwards to reach her G spot and then Scarlett’s rich lyrical voice that always tipped her right over the edge.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby.”
Scarlett’s fingers began to move in and out and fucking her and Ros felt herself straight away flying towards the edge unnervingly quickly.
“Oh my god…” she gasped and Scarlett’s fingers responded by stretching her further and beginning to move harder.
“That’s it, baby. Stretch for me. Open up for me,” she purred, her voice like smooth red wine.
Ros felt herself opening to Scarlett’s hand in a way she never had before. She felt Scarlett stretching her further, adding more and pressing again to push inside of her.
Ros had completely lost track of what… how many…whatever Scarlett was doing to her felt magical and Ros felt transported to another realm.
She felt a firm pressure pushing into her again.
“It’s my whole hand, baby. Just relax and take it. Relax for me, baby. Relax and your body will take it.” Scarlett purred.
Ros tried to breathe slowly and do as commanded. She felt zoned out anyway from the pleasure. She felt the pressure increase before a pop as what must have been Scarlett’s whole hand slid inside of her.