Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

[dharmalady]

Juliet Scott was married for five years. Three of them were good. She was young, Damien was too. They were in love and carefree; had fun and had a lot of sex, traveled to a lot of places. She'd been on track to start med school but when she met Damien, she wanted him instead, and she thought she'd always choose him over everything.

Until she got pregnant.

He stuck around for a few months but then, conveniently his job took him away and the stretches of time between being home and being gone were longer. He was never a bad dad to Mia, not once, but it was like a chore to be home, to be a husband and civilian again. Juliet missed him but she tried to talk to him about it and it was a fight, every time. He had a job, he had missions, he couldn't just give that up. So she decided a year and a half ago to not make him choose anymore. She sent him divorce papers, certified mail, with a letter explaining to him that she was tired of feeling like she and Mia weren't a priority. Like he didn't want to be there when he was back in the states. She wasn't surprised when she got the signed paperwork back with no note in response.

She and Mia have been solo ever since, the two of them moving to Miami to be closer to Juliet's sister. Med school finally happens, and now Juliet's an intern and Mia is five. It's been hard, harder than Juliet ever thought she'd have to do on her own, but she's doing it. She's never told Damien he can't be a part of Mia's life, she's never tried to keep him away from her. When she moves, she makes sure someone in his branch of the military, wherever he is, gets her address. She's not even angry at him anymore, just sad that it ended this way between them.

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[dharmalady]

"Damien?" Juliet looks up at him, her eyes so blue and bright and full of love. "You make me happier than I've ever been. I don't even know how to tell you how much."

[inthewar]

He grins at her, stroking her cheek as he leans in to kiss her tenderly. "That's all I wanna do. For the rest of my life."

[dharmalady]

When the song ends, the auction results start, and it's not even Juliet's name they read when she snags the highest bid on the bike, it's Damien's.

"Baby, you won a motorcycle," she says innocently, clapping and pushing him forward to go get the ticket.

[inthewar]

Damien's eyes widen and he looks at her, stunned. "What the fuck..."

But when she nudges him forward, he does move, grabbing his ticket and heading back to Juliet. "Baby, what did you do..."

[dharmalady]

"I bid. It was for a good cause," she smiles mischievously, giving a little shrug.

[inthewar]

He kisses her deeply and then just wraps his arms around her, holding her so tightly against him. "What the fuck did I do to deserve you?"

[dharmalady]

She smiles and can't help laughing against his lips. "I don't know. But you have me. And a brand new motorcycle that we can pick up tomorrow. But for now, I think I want you to take me up to our hotel room," she breathes out, kissing him again softly. They have the sitter until ten tomorrow morning, and with the fundraiser being held in a hotel ballroom, it was easy to book a room right in the same place.

[inthewar]

"What do you want me to do to you?" He grins at her teasingly, though he's sure he knows exactly what she wants, given that she booked a room for them.

[dharmalady]

Biting at her bottom lip, she looks down for a moment, tucking hair behind her ear. "For starters? Get me out of this damn dress."

[inthewar]

"Well, what the fuck are we waiting for," he teases her, taking her hand and leading her out of the ballroom, to the elevators. But he can't help kissing her deeply as they make their way to the top floor.

[dharmalady]

Juliet kisses him just as deeply, running her hands through his hair as her body presses against his. She needs to be as close to him as possible, and already she's working on the buttons of his dress shirt.

[inthewar]

He's groaning, already hard, right there in the elevator. His body presses up flush against hers as their lips tangle together and he cups a hand to her breast. But the elevator dings, and they're on their floor. He laughs when someone walks past them and shakes their head, leading Juliet to their room.

[dharmalady]

Juliet really doesn't care; it's been five years since she's been with anyone, since she's been with him, and there's no way someone's dirty look is going to stop her. Digging in his pocket for the room key, she can't help wrapping her hand around him for a second and she moans in sheer anticipation before taking the key and opening the door, dragging him inside.

[inthewar]

"Fuck me," he breathes out, groaning again when she touches him. But once they're in their room, he gets her dress off quickly, undressing with her, their movements hurried and feverish. The moment they're both naked, he actually lifts her up, carrying her over to the bed and laying her down, straddling her.

[dharmalady]

Juliet feels like she needs to tell him; she doesn't care that the opposite isn't true, but she needs him to know. "Damien," she breathes out, kissing along his shoulder. "I never slept with anyone else. Ever. Not a single person after you."

[inthewar]

"God...fuck, baby," he breathes out, hovering over her, leaning in close and stroking her hair back for a moment. "You wanted it to be me? This whole time?"

[dharmalady]

"I never wanted anyone else," she breathes out, reaching up to cradle his face in her hands.

[inthewar]

He leans in to kiss her deeply, rolling his hips close to hers before trailing his lips down her skin, all the way to her breasts. "I love you, Jules."

[dharmalady]

That hint of things to come makes her whimper, and she arches her back just a little to meet his mouth. "I love you." The words are breathless but said with so much reverence, her hands trailing slowly up and down his back. "I missed you."

[inthewar]

"I missed you, too, baby. So fucking much," he breathes out, wrapping his lips around a nipple, moving his tongue over her soft flesh.

[dharmalady]

Gasping softly, her eyes close automatically while one hand reaches for his. She laces their fingers together, holding on tight and letting herself feel this for the first time in so long. She knows he won't leave her again, she knows he's here now, and that makes it so easy to fall back into this, to give herself to him and make this real again.

[inthewar]

He's so damn in love with her, wanting to worship her, to make up for so much lost time as he trails kisses over her body, humming as he moves to her other breast and dips his fingers into her.

[dharmalady]

"Damien..." That's all Juliet can get out right now, pushing her hips into his hand while one of her own reaches to stroke him in return, needing to touch now, to feel how much he wants her.

[inthewar]

He wants to taste her, but when she touches him, he can't think about anything else, groaning softly and rocking into her hand. "Fuck, baby..."

[dharmalady]

God, it's been so long since she's touched him, and remembering now how big he is, all she wants is to feel him inside of her again. They can do everything else later, but right now, she needs him.

"Damien, inside of me, now," she manages, letting the tip of him brush against her sex.