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back from deployment (ashton) -mature-

hi my lovely beans,
i've been feelin shitty so heres a pretty long one shot to make me feel better idk

its like over 6000 words so snuggle up and enjoy

plus its army!ashton so bejesus

THERE IS SMUT! FILTHY, STEAMY LOVE MAKING AHEAD!
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by: orphan_account on ao3

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It's been a long six months without Ashton by your side, but once he returns, it's time to make up for every second lost.

'5 hours. Only 5 hours left.'

The thought refused to leave your mind, a mixture of anxiety, relief and excitement growing from the pit of your stomach, the postive vibes only to be met by the empty half of the bed. The warmth you had suddenly felt from the prospect of today turned cold and dull, recurring thoughts about today's events causing your morning to start off in a nervous manner. A quiet sigh left your lips once you read the time on your phone: 9:50am, as you practically forced yourself out of the comfort of your bed sheets, your feet pressing down against the cold hardwood floor.

It's been a long 6 months of not having him by your side. It was as if ever since he left, your routine was disrupted, and the days continued to feel empty without him. He wasn't there to kiss you good morning, or good night. The boiling hot water of a bath wouldn't provide you with the same comforting warmth of his body: bodies pressed together, as the tensions from the days events would gradually subside with the soothing tone of his voice, assuring you that tomorrow would be better. No one was there to hug you when you needed it the most, especially during the events where daunting thoughts were plastered in your mind.

Throughout the deployment, you noticed a major difference. Your eyes lacked spirit and optimism, instead replaced by heavy shadows that rimmed around your eyes, showing the exhaustion from sleepless nights that were full of quiet, hot tears that trailed ruthlessly down your cheeks. The days always consisted of boring activities to try and keep your mind at bay, from housework to homework. But it was as if throughout the prolonged period of time, he was there next to you in some way. When there was no light in your mind, you could hear his voice. A hushed whisper, telling you that he will be back soon, content in your arms. Time just never seemed to agree with you: a mere few minutes felt like hours every time you decided to check the clock that hung on the plain grey walls alone. Your jaw would always clench, a spark of frustration flaring in your heart that made small shivers travel down your spine, the experience of waiting now even more difficult. All you wanted was him back home, where he belonged.

It was now 10:30am, and after you completed the steps that made up your morning routine, you decided to do something that the you of the past would have never expected, or wanted. Before Ashton stepped out of the door to fight, he left you a small box that sat patiently at the top of your bed. He was contemplating handing it to you in person, but he knew inside that if he did, it would only end in him walking out of the front door with his head down low, your heart in a painful ache, as if it shattered inside slightly. Ashton never told you what the box contained, but you always had a small idea as to what lay inside the wrapped cardboard. He was the boy who loved to express himself through words, composing different love letters for you whenever the opportunity arose. However, the words written in his messy handwriting for this were bittersweet, which is why you put it away for something more significant than a rainy day.