mycleven

[mycleven]

Hi! I’m so sorry for disappearing for quite a while, (four whole months actually) my life has just been ever hectic and stressful lately so i took a little break in hopes new ideas would marinate in my mind overtime and i’m glad they have! now i thank you all for the love on my gale cleven fic, i hope to spiral into that world a lot more and into the life of Marlene and Gale, perhaps how they were before the war, how they met or just their dynamic in general, i think you’ll grow to love the both of them as i do. i just want to know if anyone would actually like to see more of them, if you’d like another instalment or a little tease on what (hopefully if people are still interested) is to come

[mycleven]

A sweet distraction..

Summary • she has her husband back, for now at-least, but at what cost? he’s quieter, more reserved and running on his inability to shut off, to sleep. Maybe all he needs is a sweet little distraction from his dame, and the hands he’s oh so greatly missed..

warnings/info • brief mentions of war, ptsd, 18+, handjob, horrible writing yada yada

“tell me gale, is it a distraction you’re craving?”

One week.

One measly week is all she’d have with her man, her husband, a year spent away, a year of worrying and yet all she’d gotten was one week, it wasn’t out of good conscience that she was even given the privilege of seeing Gale again, instead it was a silent plea.

Sort your husband out.

She should’ve known better than to expect him to be the same as he was before all of this, before he was sent away and so awfully ripped out of her hands, out of her life.

There was so many tiny thing’s different with him now, from his sullen slightly sunken eyes, to the shakes in his hands when he thought she hadn’t noticed, those plump lips she loves so much bruised and bloodied from the no doubt constant biting of the man in his worry.

Even still, with all the new little changes to him she saw that he was still hers, still the Gale Cleven she married, and she wanted to do right by him, be a good pliant wife like she was yearning to be.

But how do you be pliant to a man who hasn’t been there? hasn’t asked it of you?

She was not going to watch her marriage get run down to shreds because she didn’t try, she was going to get through to her husband, one way or the other, because she knew he needed her, even if he was too damn proud to say it

“Gale?..” her voice is quiet in the darkness of the room, eyes squinting in an attempt to adjust from the sleep she just roused from at feeling the emptiness beside her, the absence of her warmth.

Satin is pulled over her bare body as she sits up fully, goosebumps scattering across her skin at the light breeze coming in from the slightly ajar balcony door and her lips almost twist up in a small grin.

Bingo.

Quietly she makes her way over, feet softly padding against the hardwood floor that looks like it could definitely do with a few more coats of polish, soft hand reaching out to pull the door just a little bit more open so she can step out, and when she does there he is..

“Gale?..” She whispers out “honey?” she’s a little apprehensive at going over, not knowing wether or not he’ll go into another episode like earlier, clutching at his chest as if all the air in the world had been sucked away.

His eyes are focused on the city below, and she wonders if maybe he has a guilty conscious at knowing he’s probably dropped a few dozen bombs on a city just like this one.

“Couldn’t sleep, wanted to get some air” his voice is quiet, so quiet she almost misses what he says.

“baby..” she sighs, coming a little closer and tentatively reaching out her hand to settle on his arm, not missing the way he slightly tenses as if he wasn’t expecting the soft touch.

What had they done to him?

“Did i wake you?” he mutters out, gaze glancing at her for just a split second before looking away again and she fights off the urge to sigh, shaking her head

“Your absence woke me” she hums, quiet.

“Why don’t you come back to bed?..”

He shakes his head, shoulders slumping a little as he sighs, eyes glancing back at her and she feels her heart break just a little more at the sight of his heavy, darkened eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep, ‘s too loud, too many sounds. Needed to get up and move around. Couldn’t stay still any longer.” this poor boy, she thinks, eyebrows scrunching up a little in dismay as she sighs softly.

“Please, let me help you Gale..”

“Come back to bed..” she speaks slowly, like that of a mother coaxing her child to eat a vegetable they don’t like.

There’s a resistance there, a part of him yearning for the rest that will eventually come to him if he lays down, but the stubborn part of him just wants to stay here, in the fresh air where his mind isn’t a muddled mess

“I can’t” he murmurs “i’ll keep you awake.”

“I don’t care” She’s quick with her answer, almost cutting him off as she speaks “I don’t care because i want to be laying in bed and i want my husband next to me, whatever it takes.”

His hesitation wavers one final time, the decision finally made.

“…Okay. I just…” *He starts, words trailing off as he pauses to take a breath, shaking his head “Thank you.”

With that he turns and heads back inside, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a heaving sigh. His shoulders slump, clearly defeated. She could tell he’s exhausted - he looks it, most importantly she can tell by the bags under his eyes - but he can’t sleep. He’s been unable to sleep for days now.

“You don’t need to thank me..” she airily chuckles just a little, following behind him and making sure to shut and lock the balcony door before padding over to him, perching herself up behind him

Her hands raise, settling on his tense shoulders as she begins to push lightly, deeply, thumbs circling over the tense muscles in an attempt to soothe him

He tenses a bit at first, the feeling almost foreign after so long, before he slowly relaxes into her touch with a weak sigh. His shoulders slumping and his head tilting forward as her gentle hands work the muscles of his upper back, the tension already easing out of him.

His breathing deepens a bit, the movements of her hands lulling him into a relaxed state. His eyes slowly close, body relaxing, muscles finally loosening up a bit. He just relaxes into her touch, not speaking for a while, seemingly enjoying the feel of her hands on him.

Oh, how he’s missed his wife.

“There we go..” she hums as she carries on, satisfied in herself at seeing how much he’s enjoying this, her head tipping down to press a few light kisses to his neck

She fights back the urge to grin In premature victory when his head tilts back onto her shoulder, perfect lips parted as soft groans leave his mouth

“keep doing that..” his voice, gravelly and deep has her stomach fluttering in want, jolts following down to her core as she hits a specific spot that has a loud moan tumbling from his lips

“Tell me gale..” she leans just a little to whisper in his ear “is it a distraction you’re craving?..”

“Marlene..”

“Major.”

“please.” his voice is so quiet, so unlike the confident man she’s known for many years, bedded for many years.

“Tell me what you want baby, i’ll give it to you.” she whispers

“anything, god-please Marlene.”

She’s quick in her movements, settling in front of him as she backs him up against the headboard, smiling a little at how comfortable he gets against the pillows, her beautiful beautiful man.

He lets her practically manhandle him, rather enjoying the attention from someone other than Bucky pulling him about and maybe leaving a lingering touch a few places for far too long, not that he doesn’t love ‘im, hell he’d probably have gone insane without Bucky around

But Bucky wasn’t Marlene.

“You’re so pretty..” he smiles a little at her, legs widening a little so she can comfortably sit between them, her hands drifting to settle on his thighs and fuck-he can feel his cock hardening embarrassingly quickly

“Thank you” she hums before quickly slotting her hands into the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down and she can’t hide the grin that settles on her face when she catches sight of his cock standing at attention for her, all pretty and leaking.

She wastes no time bringing her hand up to her mouth, lightly spitting in it before bringing it down to his dick, hand softly wrapping around it before moving with a few teasing tugs

“Fuck-Marlene” he breathes

She moves a little faster this time, finding a rhythm as she rotates her wrist when she comes up to swipe her thumb against the slit of his cock, chuckling at how he keens and bucks against her hands, it’s quite humorous for her actually.

Buck is bucking into her hand.

“jesus christ.” she watches as his eyes roll to the back of his head and she can’t help but feel satisfied with herself, after all it seems she’s still got it, leaning forward she presses a few kisses to his jaw, not halting her hand for a second

“Marlene.”

“Gale..”

“Shit-‘m not gonna last long” he mutters, practically whining into her mouth and she follows up with a sweet kiss to his lips

speeding up her hand she relishes in the moans tumbling out of his mouth and into her own, a mantra of her name falling from his lips as he keens and writhers against her touch

“Such a good boy for me Gale..” she whispers and he whines, twitching into her hand pathetically

“Marlene-fuck I can’t-“

She doesn’t even get a word out before he’s spurting out onto her hand, thick ropes of white painting her supple skin and dripping onto her fresh manicure, she can’t find it in her to care, he looks so beautiful like this..

His hair a mess, the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead clinging to a few strands of his blonde hair, eyes blown out but still drooping as he comes down, breath slightly heavy as his big hands come to paw at her sides

“Thank you, thank you..” he murmurs over and over into her lips and she smiles, kissing him sweetly before moving to clean up her hand, settling into bed with him as he shifts to pull up his boxer shorts again before perching his head onto her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart.

Oh god, how he had missed her.

well shit here’s my first ever fic on here! (I’m so scared) if it’s awful I apologise, i wrote this at 3am after randomly getting a surge for an idea while listening to Lana Del Rey, ha ha

[mycleven]

..𝓁𝓊𝓂𝒾è𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝑒 𝜗𝜚ᡣ𐭩

[mycleven]

just something about austin butler and callum turner together

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