(Author's Note: I'd like to thank JazCullen who hooked me up with this really great editor: mikothebaby. Also, a huge thanks to mikothebaby: you did a wonderful job! As always, comments are always welcome! Gives me an idea as to how this went over for all of you.)
Chapter One
"Two weeks, and I'll be home baby! But hey! I gotta' get out of here for now. Got a line a mile behind me waiting to use the phone." Dominic was smiling, albeit sadly, as he imagined his beautiful wife in their bedroom dressed in one of his t shirts that he knew she was so fond of. Might not be the sexiest thing in the world, but it was sexy to him.
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Those words echoed in Faith's mind as she came back to the present to find the officers helping her into a chair. She sat there in shock, unable to fully register the meaning of the first officer's words: "We would like to offer our deepest condolences on behalf of the President and the United States Army for the service afforded to us by Specialist Dominic Nichols."
Faith briefly waved her hands at the officers, trying to escape their contradicting actions. First the cruel words; so softly spoken, then the strong hands as they offered their comfort; however unwanted. She felt numb, almost kind of like being in the dentist's office only this time it was her whole body, inside and out. Laughter, all of a sudden, started bubbling out of her and she looked up at the two officers who seemed completely unsure of what to do with this reaction. She stood up with a bright smile on her face and still laughing, she said, "Of course...you must have the wrong person! I mean...I was just on the phone with him last night!"
Again, she looked up at the two officers, hoping to see a confirmation of her words yet only seeing concern, compassion and sadness. Struck, suddenly, by the implications of the words that the officer had said earlier, she sat down again; this time confused. How could he leave her? He had promised he would never leave her. A gentle clearing of a throat reminded her of the presence of the two men standing before her. Without looking up she whispered, "Please leave..." She clenched her hands tightly in her lap, the light glinting off of the simple white gold band, the solitaire in the middle, sparkling with an array of colors in the dim light of the room.
"Ma'am," the shorter officer spoke up. "Is there someone we can call who can come and stay with you?"
Startled by his question, she looked up at him, her features a mixture of anguish, sorrow, and rage. He had promised! She stood up and quietly walked to the door, determined to have the officers in her home gone. She tugged the door open and gestured that they should vacate the premises..."Please, you've done your duty, now leave."
It looked as if the other officer were about to object, but she raised her hand, cutting him off then gestured once more that they should both leave as they came in. As soon as they were gone, she shut the door quickly behind them and locked it, sagging against the now closed door, her sorrow seeming to rip her insides apart. She doubled over, her hands going around to hold her body almost as if she were trying to hold herself together when she wasn't physically coming apart. A hoarse cry escaped her parted lips, tears finally falling free from her deep blue eyes. Unable to keep herself up anymore, her legs finally gave way allowing her body to slide its way down the door till her weight rested on the cold, hard floor. She drew her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them to hold them close to her body as she cried until she couldn't cry anymore, her body finally subsiding into little tremors as she finally succumbed to unconsciousness.
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She was writhing on the bed. White-hot pleasure was arcing through her body, making her tremble and beg. "Please Sir! Please...let me cum!" Faith knew she wouldn't last much longer and the penalty for cuming without permission was severe. A white set of teeth clamped down on her nipple, tugging on it until she cried out sharply, again begging him with her body and with her words; desperate to cum.
Dominic let go of her nipple, his smile feral in the darkness as her passion-filled cries flooded the room. He leaned up and flipped her over, pressing his large hand into the back of her neck, pinning her there. His own lust felt as if it were at a record high, his thick cock straining to be free from the confines of his jeans. He fought his own passion ruthlessly as he slid his other hand down Faith's back to her taught, delectable ass. He rubbed it for a few seconds before he leaned his head forward whispering sensually, "It's time to fly, my little slut. Now, let...go...!" As he whispered the impassioned words, he brought his hand down on her firm backside using enough force to leave a very bright hand print on her bottom, making her cry out; partly in ecstasy, the other in pain...
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Faith shot up in her bed, with a strangled cry. Her body was burning and yet she was so filled with sorrow that all she could do was lay back down and curl up into a tight little ball. She couldn't remember even getting to the bed last night. The last thing she could recall was making the officers leave her home, but that memory felt distant; almost as if she had lived with this terrible truth for ages now instead of the two days it had actually been. Tears fell silently down her pale face, her body trembling despite the fact it was warm under her blanket.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the next thing she was aware of was an insistent rapping on her front door. She ignored it for some time hoping that the person would just go away, but whoever it was had simply decided to pester her until her patience snapped. She slipped out of the bed and walked to the door not caring that she had been wearing the same clothes for about 72 hours now. Her hair was a mess, the normally shiny and silky locks now dull; hanging lifelessly around her pallid face. Her blue green eyes, normally bright and sparkling now only seemed dull and without the normal depth they should have.
Faith finally made it to the door, not even noticing how loose her clothes were and the fact that she had apparently lost weight from her lack of eating. She didn't notice anything except there was an annoying person behind this door who wouldn't leave her to her grief. Opening the door, she winced at the bright light that filtered in through the unobstructed glass of the storm door. Vaguely, she recalled the man standing in front of her as being one of the officers that had come to announce Dom's death. A wave of dizziness struck her suddenly and before she could open her mouth to tell the man to go away she hit the ground with a hard thud, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Alexander was about to take his hat off and introduce himself more personally when he noted the woman's extreme pale complexion, the way her clothes were wrinkled and barely hung to her form. His brow knit as concern overwhelmed him. He knew there wasn't any family left for this young woman, he had researched it more fully after having left her house the other night.
