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Say It Again: Eric Blackburn x Reader

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Companion piece to:

Scars - Eric loves every single part of you.

See It (NSFW) - Eric wants you to see exactly how he feels.

Logistics - Eric tries to navigate the logistics of your hospital release with Navy.

Three Months (NSFW) - Eric returns home from Afganastan.

When General Steinback tells Eric to break things off with you, it takes everything in his power not to  tell his commanding officer to go fuck himself.

It’s the first day back after his suspension and he’s already spent the day ignoring the side eye he’s getting regarding his relationship with you. The only positive aspect of this whole thing is all of this gossiping will be long over by the time you return to work in a couple of months. He’s happy to bear the brunt of it if it means that you won’t have to.

When he’s called into Stein’s office he expects the discussion to be around reassignment. The two of you can’t exist in the same unit and you’re a valuable asset. He expects he’s about to be shifted onto one of the other teams like Charlie or Delta.

“You need to end it.” He’s told instead as he stands before the huge oak desk. “The two of you are integral to Bravo, we can’t have this relationship getting in the way of things, making it messy.”

“With all due respect sir…” Eric says, straightening his spine and tilting his chin up. “Ending the relationship won’t change how we feel about each other.”

Stein looks up from his paperwork and the look in his eyes…

This is not a man whose used to having his orders challenged.

“Do I need to repeat myself Commander?” Stein asks, his voice taking a dangerous edge.

“No sir.” Eric says, meeting the other man’s gaze. “But the answer is still the same, I won’t be ending the relationship.”

After that the shouting can be heard all the way down the hall, it feels like it goes on for what feels like hours, the threatening, the berating, the cajoling but still Eric stands resolute because he’s already served his punishment. Legally there’s nothing the General can do about it.

It’s a few days later that Eric discovers that he’s being sent to Afghanistan. He realises that this is Stein’s solution to the problem that Eric’s creating.

“I hate this.” He tells you, shoving his clothes into his duffle bag that night. Your sitting on the edge of the bed watching as he tosses in item after item. “I fucking hate this.”

His flight is due to leave tomorrow at 0700 hours which means he barely gets to spend anytime with you before he disappears off to a warzone for the next three months.

“Eric.” You say softly, your hand catching his before you tug him down onto the bed beside you. You cradle his face between your hands and he closes his eyes, revelling in the sensation because it’s going to be a long time before he gets to be with you like this again. “I’m going to be ok.”

That’s where all this upset is coming from. You’re just getting back on your feet and now Eric’s shooting off to another country. It kills him that he can’t be there to support you through the rest your rehabilitation, that you’ll be left to cope with all this shit alone.

“I don’t want to go.” He tells you, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “I don’t want to leave you, I don’t want…”

I don’t want this to end…

That’s what the voice at the back of his mind is telling him because in Eric’s experience it always ends when the deployments start. He has the ex-wives to prove it. This will be the first deployment since you’ve been together that he’ll be undertaking without you.

“Eric.” You say as your fingertips ghost over his grizzled cheek. “I had a building fall on top of me and I still fought my way back to you, I have to believe that no matter what happens in Afghanistan you’ll do the same…”

“Always.” He says fiercely. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

He trails off then because he’s not used to talking about his feelings, to expressing vulnerability but this is you, the woman he’s walked through hell with countless times.

“I know I’m always the one leaving but I’m also the one that gets left behind.” He tries to explain and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “My last two ex-wives…”

He tries to smile but his expression is full of anguish.

“I came home to divorce papers and an empty house.” He tells you and your chest aches because you’ve always known he was divorced, you’ve just never been aware of the circumstances. “And I don’t want that with you, I don’t want this to be the thing that ends us.”

“Eric, I love you, that doesn’t stop because you go away for a few months.” You promise him as you kiss his mouth. “Me and you, we’re ride or die.”

“That’s the first time you’ve said it you know?” He whispers, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile.  “That you love me.”

You don’t realise that until this moment. You’ve always felt it but the words they’ve never quite managed to make it off your lips. You think that’s because you’ve never been sure of the commitment until the last few months. The two of you had always been a series of stolen moments, you’d never talked about a real relationship and what that looked like for the two of you and then you were hospitalised and everything changed.

Eric had put his entire life on hold for you, he moved you into his house, took a suspension, pay cut and reprimand. He attended your rehab sessions, dealt with your frustrations, told you were the most beautiful woman in the world when your face was held together by stitches and staples. That’s when you knew that the two of you were going to go the distance, that you had found the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“Oh I have been a terrible partner to you, haven’t I Eric? Not telling you how I feel.” You murmur as you climb into his lap and Eric’s hands chase underneath the t-shirt you’re wearing, smoothing across the scar etched into your skin.

“Say it again.” He whispers against your skin as he draws the shirt up and over your head. “Please baby, just say it again.”

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Meet My Love || An Eric Blackburn Imagine

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“Love, take a breath. They’re going to love you,” Blackburn tells you, kissing the crook of your neck as his arms are around your waist. You hadn’t sat still since you got to his home, nervous about how his team would think of you.

“What if they don’t? I don’t want to make your life hell,” you argued, closing your eyes as you felt yourself melting into his embrace. You never understood how the man holding you had such magical powers; every time he even looks at you, you turn into putty.

“Stop worrying,” you heard him chuckle, kissing your cheek. “These idiots really have no room to talk, with how they make their lives so unbelievably complicated.”

You laugh, moving so you can look him in the eyes. “I love you, y’know? Even when you’re forcing me to meet some of the most important people in your life?”

“No one is as important as you,” he whispered, tightening his grip.

You shook your head as you smile, “Cheesy.”

“Just for you,” he whispered.

You hummed, about to speak when you were interrupted by the boys, loudly talking as they walked in.

“Blackburn?” Jason called out, stopping when he saw you in his boss’s arms, causing all the men to bump into each other.

“Boys,” Blackburn nodded, “This is my significant other, Y/N. Y/N, the one in front is Jason, the short one is Ray, the idiot in the cowboy hat is Sonny. Trent is the quiet one in the back, the one with the dog, is Brock, dog is Cerberus, and the young one is Clay.”

“Nice to meet you all,” you smiled, leaning into your boyfriend.

They all waved, bursting at the seams with excitement; they finally have some leverage on their commander, to give him shit.

You laugh at their faces, saying, “I’m gonna make sure everything is set up, you boys have fun.” You peeled yourself off of Eric, winking when you saw him pout.

This was gonna be a fun night after all.

[angywritesstuff]

The Bet

They were all together at the pool table and Sonny had spent the last hour trying to convince one of the guys to be his wingman, but neither Clay, nor Jason were up to it.

“Should I be offended Sonny never asked me to be his wingman?”- asked Eric to Ray

“Come on boss”- answered Sonny instead -“I never saw you, even remotely, trying to hit on a girl… I mean do you even remember how to?”- he joked making everyone laugh.

“You know what…”- Blackburn chuckled -“Let’s see if I can pick a girl up, but if I do, you pay for everyone tonight. How that sound? You wanna take that action?”

“You know I’m game, but if you don’t you gotta pay for my drinks for a month, work day excluded”

Everyone stared at them in shock.

“Deal… now let’s see”- Blackburn looked around the room -“What about her?”- he said while looking at a girl sitting a the bar. She was drinking while laughing with the bartender

“Boss are you playing to win or to lose? Because let me tell you there is no way you are gonna get a girl like that”- Sonny smirked certain of his victory

“Go big or go home, right?”- Blackburn said while starting to head to the counter

“She is going to eat him alive”- said Sonny to the guys

“I don’t know, I think the man got a shot”- Jason smirked while looking at Blackburn

You were sitting at the counter, laughing with your friend. You hadn’t seen him in a while and it seemed that the only time you could was when he was working.

You could hear people screaming and laughing behind you but you weren’t paying them any mind: you had given up the chance to spend the night with your boyfriend to be able to catch up with your friend and you were going to make the most of it, at least until someone came looking for a drink

“Mind if I sit?”- you heard a deep voice behind you and you turned looking at the man confused.

“Sure”- you said while frowning a little bit. you heard laughing and wowing and when you looked, you saw a group of men obliviously looking at you two.

“Sorry about them”- he said before asking to your friend to refill both your drinks - “So, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, which I’m pretty sure I am, but you see my friend Sonny, the one with the pool stick over there? Well he’s pretty sure I couldn’t pick up a girl like you”

“A girl like me?”

“You know… beautiful, even though I’m not sure that’s the word he’d used to describe you”

“Mmhh… I see and what would you like me to do about that?”- you smirked before taking him by his shirt and kissing him. You could hear his friend Sonny screaming ‘What’’ but you didn’t care, all you could think about were his lips.

“Come on”- said Eric once you stopped to breath.

You both went back to his friends, they were staring at you and you couldn’t help but chuckle

“Hi Jason”- you said and everyone else started screaming again

“Hey Y/n, how are you?”- he softly hugged you

“Ok what’s going on?“- asked Ray

“Guys, this is Y/n, my girlfriend”- said Eric and you could see everyone trying to make sure they heard right

“Wait what?”- Sonny said again

“Well anyone’s thirsty? Sonny is paying tonight”- Blackburn laughed

“No no, the bet is not valid. I didn’t know she was your girl, you tricked me”- Sonny wasn’t having any of it

“It’s not my fault you didn’t have all the info. I pointed her but I asked if you were ok with it. You could have told me to choose someone else”

“So you would have hit on some other girl, if Sonny said so? And mind your answer mister, you’re so close to sleep on the couch tonight”- you couldn’t wait for his answer

“ I mean… it would have been for the bet… But let’s see what everyone else think about the bet, so guys what do you say?”

“Sonny pay up”- everyone screamed and you laughed

You spent the next half hour getting to know the guys, they were your boyfriend’s family and you were happy to finally know them.

“So I gotta ask, are you sure about Blackburn? Because you seem too much for him. No offense Blackburn of course”- Sonny said after a while

“None taken”-Eric shrugged, he knew he got lucky with you

“And who do you think would be my type?”- you joked

“Well I mean”- he said while pointing at himself

“Oh honey… you couldn’t handle me”- you winked at him before kissing Eric’s cheek.

I basically wrote this for myself, let’s be honest… and I wrote it in like half an hour, so it’s probably a mess but I’m putting it out there

Masterlist

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Hidden In Plain Sight

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

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So I’m starting this out with an oldie but a goodie. One, I adore Rí with all my heart and their writing is amazing. Two, they wrote for Eric Blackburn. Be still my heart.

a tale of baklava and break-ins | eric blackburn x reader

summary | as much as he loves his job, there are few things eric hates more than having to leave you. you’ve got a certain way of making it a little more light-hearted, though.

trigger warnings | mentions of alcohol consumption, breaking and entering (you’ll get it), allusion to gun violence

The squeak of bedsprings from beside you rouses you from sleep, peering out through squinted eyes for the source of the sound.

Stretching out under the covers, your hands splay out across the bed in search of Eric. When your fingertips find only warm sheets, concern begins to rise in your mind.

"Eric?" Your voice is heavy with sleep, your words just above a whisper. "Somethin' wrong?"

The bed dips, the springs creaking in protest again as a warm hand cups your face. Propping yourself up in your elbow, you're greeted with Eric's smiling face looking down at you in the darkness and your worry immediately ceases.

"Sorry I woke you, honey." His own voice is still thick with sleep, giving it that gravely quality that never failed to send shivers down your spine. His thumb brushes soothingly over your cheek. "Go back to sleep, everything's okay."

"Then why are you up?"

There's a soft chuckle, then the click of a switch and the room is flooded with light. It takes your eyes a second to adjust to the brightness, but when they do you're faced with an all too familiar sight.

Eric’s sat at the edge of the bed, twisted around to face you with his phone held loosely in the hand that isn’t holding your face. Despite his ruffled state - hair mussed from tossing and turning, t-shirt rumpled and creased from sleep, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips - his eyes are bright and alert as ever. They’ve got that look in them, the one you simultaneously love and hate to see.

“Work?” The word is half yawn and half question when it falls from your lips. Eric chuckles at your semi-conscious state and soothes his thumb over your cheek. As tired as you are, you still nuzzle into the palm of his hand and Eric silently damns everyone and everything that made it so he can’t stay in this moment forever.

“Mhm.”

“Where?”

Through half-lidded eyes, you can still see the little drop in your husband’s smile at your question. Try as he might, there’s no putting off his departure - but still, doesn’t mean he won’t try and hang onto normality for just a little longer.

“Syria”, he breathes out. “A little village along the Turkish border. Some folks in need of our help.”

“Turkey, huh?” Eric’s known you long enough to know that the wry look in your eye means the next sentence out of your mouth will absolutely not be one of concern or love for your partner. “Bring me back some baklava.”

He laughs, this time a deep one that sends vibrations down from his chest through to the hand that’s holding your face. You grin and roll onto your back, lacing your fingers together as you rest your hands on your stomach. Eric’s hand drifts from your face to your hip and lets his fingertips skim over the exposed skin of your waist, that look in his eyes growing stronger and brighter with each passing second.

This is the part that you hate. Knowing that slowly, bit by bit, his mind is readying itself for the transition from the peace and normality of life at home with you to the adrenaline and danger of his work. That’s where you become conflicted - between knowing that each time he leaves there’s a chance he may not come back the same, versus knowing while he’s out there he’s doing what he loves most. What he was born to do.

With this in the back of your mind, you make a point of taking him extra carefully tonight. With a light touch you trace the curve of his jaw, all the way down his neck to the little spot on the crux of his shoulder that never fails to make him squirm. He swats your hand away and wriggles out of your touch, pulling his hand away from you and tsking when you whine out at the loss of contact.

A comfortable silence settles over you. A slightly tense, unseasy silence by now you’ve experienced it so many times before that it feels as natural as anything.

Eric opens his mouth to speak at just the same time you do, but both of you are cut off. A loud buzz from Eric’s phone, and then another.

The fluorescent light from the screen highlights his features, but even without it there was no way you would’ve missed the expression that crosses his face.

“Go, go on.” You wave him away before he can get a word in edgeways. “I’ve got things here. Go save the world.”

“You really think that us rescuing some aid workers in the Middle East counts as saving the world?”

“To the people you’re saving, yeah”, you hum. “And the people that love them and want to see them home safe. Just because you’re not saving everyone doesn’t mean that you’re not saving someone.”

Though nothing is said, the kiss that he presses to your lips and the way he gazes into your eyes says everything that needs to be said.

“You better get your ass to base before Jason crawls in through the damn window and pulls you out by the collar again.” Your voice is quieter now, knowing that he really should be going.

“I still don’t know how he managed to fit through the frame.” Eric mumbled. By this time he’d reached the same realisation as you, and was in the midst of pulling his shirt over his head and reaching for his uniform when he spoke again. “What’s more concerning is that he was able to get it unlocked and open in the first place.”

“Yeah, but watching Sonny and Clay try to yank him back through was pretty funny.”

Your husband stops dead in his tracks and turns to look at you with an arched eyebrow and an especially exasperated tone. “It was two in the morning and they tried to break into our house. To say hi.”

“We’ll, it was only Jason that broke in. Brock picked the lock on the back door and Metal jumped the fence. And they brought candy.”

Another look of annoyance comes your way and you can’t help but jump to defend your pseudo-family.

“Hey now, they missed you at the Bulkhead! They just wanted to come and check on you. And, they brought Twizzlers!”

“So if I come home at two in the morning from this spin-up by crawling through the window black-out drunk with candy for you, you’ll make me coffee and tuck me in on the couch like you did with them? Right?”

“Baby, you come into this house in any way that isn’t through the front door with an armful of baklava for your one true love then I’m gonna put all those lessons at the range to good practise.”

Face aghast, Eric turned to you again. “You’re spending too much time with Metal.”

“But you said you wanted me to get on with your team!”

“I said get on with them, not become them!”

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85 ➺ “How often do you run into ghosts?”  “Quite often, seeing as I am one.”  “Do you all get along?”  “Ha, no.”

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You’re standing staring at him, unsure of what to say, what to do but he doesn’t even seem to see you, he walks right past you. Clay Spenser, the man you had planned on spending your life with, then he left you, he did it via email, while he was deployed.

“How often do you run into ghosts?” Sonny smirked, sitting across from you, he’s your best friend, even though Clay broke your heart, Sonny didn’t leave you, he stuck by you.

You giggled “Quite often seeing as I am one” your e/c eyes track Clay as he wraps his arm around Rebecca's shoulders. A sigh escapes your lips, and Sonny places a shot in front of you “Do you all get a long?” you asked him, looking at the team who seemed to be avoiding Rebecca and Clay, making excuses to avoid her and join you and Sonny.

Jason was the one to laugh “Ha, no” he smirks sitting on the stool beside you, Ray sat beside Jason, Metal and Trent stood on the opposite side of you, talking about something. Brock soon joined looking fed up.

Clay excused himself from Rebecca walking over to the team “Guys whats going-- Y/N” he said, staring at you, he can’t stop staring, taking in your appearance, how the light created a halo around you.

You were about to say something when your phone buzzed “Nice seeing you guys but gotta go” you mumbled getting up, giving each of them a hug then looked at Clay “Spenser” you state, before leaving the bulkhead.

“Clay” Rebecca said, but Clay shook his head, moving after you. He made a mistake, one he wanted to undo.

Sonny smirked “See here Miss Rebecca, Clay is going after a real woman” he states.

[child-of-of-the-sunshine]

CHAPTER 4

Are deployment was over and we're all on the plane heading home. When Jason started passing out the beers we all opened them

"Cheers to Addi's first deployment," Jason said

We took a of our beers and started talking, I was wearing one of Clays hats backwards

"Im ever going to that back," Clay asked

"Maybe," I said

"She does look good in it," Sonny said

When the plane landed Clay grabbed my hand which wasn't new to any of us what so ever

"Do I get my hat my hat back," Clay asked

"No," I said

"Come on," he said

"No," I said

"I thought you loved me," he said

"I do but I like this hat," I said

We all went to our cars Clay taking me to mine

"Thanks see you bulkhead," I said

"Yep," he said

I started my truck and left base

"Addison," Sonny said

Walking into the apartment

"Yeah," I said

"Whats up with you and Clay," he said

"Nothing," I said

"Huh," He said

"What there is nothing there," I said

I went into my room and changed

"Not wearing Clay's hat," Sonny said

"Nope," I said

We headed to bulkhead and joined the team and started talking

"Wheres Clay," I said

"He'll be here," Jason said

I felt arms around me when I went up to the bar I grabbed the guys arm and spun around

"Oh my God Clay," I said

"Hey," he said

"I'm so sorry," I said

"No shouldn't sneak up on a navy seal," he said

He grabbed my hand and we walked over to the team

"And your sure there's nothing happening here," Sonny said

"There's nothing happening," I said

"Yeah just too best friends," Clay said

"Yep," Ray said

"Okay new challenge," Clay said

"Okay," I said

"Lets how mean shot we can do in a minute," Clay said

"Oh so on," I said

I went to get the shot once I got back I gave us and even amount of shots

"Okay timer set for minute," Ray said

"Lets go," Clay said

As Ray hit the start button we started drinking them, the timer went off right when we finished our last shots

"Danm," Sonny said

"I can probably out drink you," Clay said

"Oh so on Spenser," I said

"Who babysitting tomorrow," Jason said

"I will," Sonny said

After two hours I hit my limit and so did Clay

"Okay let's go," Sonny said

We went back mine and Sonny apartment with Clay. Me and Clay fell asleep on the couch together

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Logistics: Eric Blackburn x Reader

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Prequel to:

Scars - Eric loves every single part of you.

Three Months (NSFW) - Eric returns home from Afganastan.

In the weeks that follow the building collapse, it becomes clear that you’re looking at a lengthy recovery and rehabilitation period. The military covers that thankfully but it’s the logistics you’re concerned over because you’re still struggling to perform a lot of the basic tasks that would have been no problem for you in the past. That’s what happens when you have a traumatic brain injury, things get knocked about, thrown off kilter.

“It’ll come back in time.” You’re told as you fumble with the stress ball in your hand and Eric can see the concern and frustration on your features.

You haven’t even begun to consider navigating your release from the hospital. Eric though he’s already five steps ahead, working out the logistics, planning ahead.

You live in an apartment building with an elevator that barely works at the best of times, it’s not feasible considering your current mobility. His place is the best option for your recovery. He lives in a bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood with a small garden, he keeps in decent shape because he’s always the one hosting cookouts.

It’s unlikely the military will let him take leave so abruptly without a good explanation and your relationship isn’t public knowledge because it fucks with the chain of command. There’s only one thing he can do and he does it without telling you because he knows you would do everything in your power to stop him.

The morning after he finds out you’re being released he turns up at General Auster’s office and informs him he’s in violation of the fraternization policy, that he’s been seeing another officer in his chain of command.

The expression on the other man’s features is one of disbelief because if there is anyone you can count on to do the right thing it’s Blackburn. There are questions, lots of them and Eric answers them accordingly, with his chin up and his head held high.

“Why now?” Auster asks him. “This has gone on for a year already without being detected, what drove you to come here and tell me this now?”

“She needs support when she leaves the hospital.” He informs his superior officer. “Someone to be around for the first couple of weeks and I knew you wouldn’t approve a leave request so this is the next best option.”

“Ah so it’s the suspension you want.” Auster says with understanding, his pen tapping lightly against the desk. “You’re taking a hell of a risk Eric, I think I can convince them on the thirty days, but you’re risking separation of your contract, confinement. Is she really worth all that?”

For a moment he’s taken back to the building collapse, to those thirty minutes Bravo team spent trying to dig you out, the ones where he didn’t know if you were alive or dead. Those were the worst eighteen hundred seconds of his life. Everything else that came afterwards he could handle but that section of time he was a wreck.

“I wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t.” He remarks dryly and Auster must see the sincerity in his features.

“Alright then.” Auster says finally. “I’ll get back to you by the end of the day regarding the decision.”

It’s as he’s on the way back to the hospital that evening that he gets the call. A two month suspension with a reduction of pay for three months after and a reprimand in his jacket. It’s the best he could have hoped for. Now he can focus on what’s important, helping you get back on your feet.

You lose your shit when he tells you and he expected no less because your biggest concern throughout the duration of this relationship is making sure that he’s protected, that he’s not compromised by you.

“What were you thinking?” You snap from your hospital bed as he begins to pack up your things for you. “Everything you’ve worked so hard for…”

He sighs as he comes to sit on the edge of your bed, his fingertips chasing away the hair that falls over your features.

“I was thinking about you.” He says softly as he looks into your eyes. “I was thinking about how you’re going through something very big and very scary and that I don’t want you to face it all alone.”

“Eric…” You begin but he cuts you off by placing your palm over his heart.

“All of that other shit it doesn’t matter.” He tells you, his thumb stroking over the back of your hand. “All that does is that I’m still yours and you’re still mine. It really is as simple as that.”

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Eric Blackburn, number 4 of the Country Romps prompt list please.

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See It (NSFW) - Eric wants you to see exactly how he feels.

Scars - Eric loves every single part of you.

Hi,

Thank you so much for the ask. Next time could you pop the full prompt in otherwise it’s a bit of a pain in the ass trying to locate it after a few weeks.

You’re in the garden when Eric gets home, pegging out laundry in a white sundress that makes you look practically ethereal. Your hips sway in time to the country music that emits from the open French windows and it steals his breath away because never for a moment did he think he’d have this, a woman to come home to, one that loved him as much as he loved her. You smile when you look up, your eyes meeting his and in that moment he’s taken back to the first day you met, in a crowded briefing room, shoulders literally touching.

When you’d been introduced as his Intelligence Officer, he thought surely not. You were too soft, too pretty, too delicate but you’d proved him wrong. There’s a core of steel inside of you, a strength and a fire that won’t be dampened no matter how much shit they throw at you. He doesn’t say anything as he approaches you, he drops his duffle bag onto the grass instead before he kisses you.

You taste like strawberries from the jam you’ve been making in the kitchen, like summer and sunshine and everything else that feels like home to Eric. His fingers tangle in your hair and you sigh contently as his tongue delves into the confines of your mouth. Your fists grip his fatigues drawing him closer so that he’s flush against your curves.

It’s been three months since you last saw each other. He’s been on deployment in Afghanistan and you’ve been on desk duty, trapped on base, sifting through intelligence reports because you’re still recovering from the building that collapsed on you.

His thumb traces over the scar that winds down from your right temple and he thinks about how lucky he is that he didn’t lose you, that you managed to survive that nightmare and come back to him.

“Are you going to take me inside?” You ask him as he looks into your eyes his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “Or are you planning on fucking me in the garden?”

He laughs then because it’s that brashness he’s always been attracted too. You’re a little cocky, a little disrespectful and downright filthy when he gets you into the bedroom. You don’t even take off the sundress, just your underwear, which he uses to gag you with because the windows are open and he doesn’t want the neighbours to hear how good he’s fucking you. The thing is you get off on it, and he gets off on that.

It doesn’t take long, three months apart is too much to go without each other and before he knows it, your nails are scratching down his back as that sweet cunt of yours tightens around him. Being with you in that moment, looking into your eyes at the height of climax it sends him hurtling over the edge after you, spilling his release. He stays pressed deep in the aftermath, his lips chasing up the curve of your throat as you pluck the underwear from your mouth and toss them aside.

“I take it you’ve missed me.” You laugh as he finds that sensitive spot, the one just underneath the hinge of your jaw.

“Always.” He mumbles as he begins to guide the straps of your summer dress down over your shoulders. “I always miss you.”

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Nobody talks about the scar on your face. The one that winds down from your right temple towards the hinge of your jaw. It’s a white line, embedded in your flesh, a stark contrast against the rest of your complexion.

The reason they don’t talk about it is because most of them were there when it happened, not physically but in spirit. All operatives wear a camera in the field, it provides culpability and coverage for those working the logistical side of things. When it first happened, they thought you were dead. They’d heard the woosh of the RPG and then suddenly the building collapsed and there was nothing but concrete and silence.

If you were breathing they’d expect to hear a rasp, see the movement of your chest but there was nothing. It takes thirty minutes for Bravo Team to dig you out. It’s the longest half an hour of Eric’s life.

“She’s alive.” Trent’s voice comes over the comms system. “I’ve got a pulse but it’s barely there.”

You’re in a coma for three days, you have swelling on the brain and doctors have to operate to reduce it. Eric spends his free time at the hospital, reading the book you left on the nightstand that morning out loud so you can hear the steady timbre of his voice. He hopes it will lead you back to him.

When you do wake up, it’s with a patch shaved out of your hair and stitches holding the right side of your face together. It’s a week before they release you into his care, you already have some stuff at his place so it makes sense that you stay with him.

“You’re still beautiful.” Eric tells you, his lips brushing over your shoulder as you stare at yourself in the mirror, fingers trailing over the black thread knitting your skin together.

“If you have a thing for the Bride of Frankenstein.” You retorted with a sigh before he guides you back towards the bed you share.

“Then it is a very good news that I do.” He teases you as he lays you down gently.

Sex is off the table for the next couple of weeks but that doesn’t mean that he can’t love you. He kisses you until your breathless, until your arching against him and your skin is flushed.

“You can’t possibly want this.” You whisper as his thumb brushes over the shaved patch of hair.

“Oh but I do.” He tells you as he looks into your eyes so you can see his sincerity. “No matter what happens, I’ll always want you.”

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Prequel piece to:

Scars - Eric loves every single part of you.

Logistics - Eric tries to work out the logistics of your hospital release.

Say it Again - You tell Eric how you feel for the first time.

See It (NSFW) - Eric wants you to see exactly how he feels.

Three Months (NSFW) - Eric returns home from Afganastan.

It’s Afghanistan 2017 and Eric is tangled up in your blankets, your naked body draped across him as he listens to the storm raging outside. The lightning flashes, illuminating your tiny room for the briefest of moments, revealing his discarded uniform and your combat boots.

He doesn’t know how he ended up in your bed again. He keeps promising himself that every time is the last but he should know better because now that he’s had a taste, he can’t go back. You’re the sweetest addiction in this barren wasteland, his light in the darkness that’s been eating him up everytime he sends his team out there on an assignment.

The thunder rolls through the sky, shaking the trailer with its fierceness and you stir against him, nuzzling closer. As much as he enjoys the sex, this is what he really craves, the intimacy of being with someone again, sleeping with them. There’s a vulnerability in it, an unspoken trust that’s never discussed. That’s how he knows this thing between the two of you runs a lot deeper than the physical aspect, you could have fucked anybody and turfed them out but you haven’t, you’ve chosen him. He gets to be the one that holds you, that kisses that pert mouth of yours before he reports for duty.

“Eric baby.” You drawl as your palm comes to rest above his heart, your thumb chasing over the ragged pink scar from a bullet that almost claimed his life. “Try to catch some shut eye before the mission tomorrow.”

Baby…

He hasn’t been called that in a long time and Eric thinks he might just kinda like it.

“Alright.” He grumbles as he kisses your forehead, his grip on you tightening just a little. “I promise I’ll try.”

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Eric doesn’t expect to fall in love with his Intelligence Officer. It’s the sort of thing that creeps up on a man, that he doesn’t realise is happening until his hands are in her hair and he’s buried deep inside her making her say his name.

Eric.

It sounds so sweet on your lips.

On base he’s always Commander Blackburn but when he’s fucking you he’s Eric.

You’re close now he can tell, it’s in the hitch of your breathing, the way you tighten around his cock. His thumb ghosts along the line of your jaw, guiding your gaze back to his.

“I want you to look into my eyes and see it.” He whispers against your lips at the height of climax. “I want you to see exactly how much I love you.”

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SEAL Team Masterlist

Brian Armstrong Masterlist

Brock Reynolds Masterlist

Eric Blackburn Masterlist

Sonny Quinn Masterlist

Trent Sawyer Masterlist

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Fics I've Booked Onto The Schedule This Week:

Say It Again - Eric's stubbornness results in a deployment, leading to concerns about your longevity as a couple.

Broken - Travis recieves a phone call from Rip regarding you and Malcom Beck.

Into The Woods - You tell Nick you're leaving undercover work after a decade in the field together.

Kitty - Ryan senses trouble when he sees you with another man.

The Wrong One - Dean and you disagree about his decision regarding Sean's kidney.

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Eric Blackburn Masterlist

2017 - Eric recounts the moment things changed between the two of you.

Scars - Eric loves every single part of you.

Logistics - Eric tries to work out the logistics of your hospital release.

Say it Again - You tell Eric how you feel for the first time.

See It (NSFW) - Eric wants you to see exactly how he feels.

Three Months (NSFW) - Eric returns home from Afganastan.

HCs:

Things He Will Never Admit

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Do Ya Know What They Say about a Guy with Big Hands?

"All the better to strangle you with." You remark dryly as Eric sets a steaming mug of honey and lemon down alongside of you.

You have your head buried in your computer, reviewing the intelligence from the last op, the one that almost saw you dead.

The bruises are still coming out, those large fingermarks standing stark upon your throat. They'd watched in live action on your body cam as Sergi Scantov tried to choke the life right out of you, Eric was convinced that he was hearing your last breaths. He had never been so fucking terrified.

It's everything he can do right now not to reach and touch you because the moment he does everyone will know and that's when the shit really hits the fan.

"I'm glad you're ok." He tells you his voice a little rough.

You tilt your face up towards him, and he can see the darkness in your eyes, the desolation. You haven't even begun to process what happened to you, you do what they all do until the mission's over, you compartmentalise.

"If you need anything..." He trails off, his fingertips brushing over yours lightly.

It's nothing much but he hopes his touch brings you a sense of comfort, that it grounds you, the way yours grounds him.

"I'll come to you." You promise him and he can tell you mean it. "I always do right?"