It was late, the quiet hours of the night where the world seemed to soften, and all you could hear was the gentle hum of your voice through the phone. John was still deployed, somewhere far from you, but that didn’t stop the warmth in your chest as you spoke to him, soft and sweet, showering him with affection. “I miss you so much, Johnny,” you whispered, offering playful kisses through the phone, knowing he could feel them somehow. “Wish I could hold you right now... or better yet, kiss you until you’re all mine.”

A soft chuckle came from the other side, the low rumble of John’s voice already working its way into your heart. “Aye, if only ye could,” he murmured, his accent thick and warm, wrapping around you like a blanket. “Ye’ve got no idea how much I want to feel yer lips right now.”

The playfulness in your tone deepened, teasing him with flirty words, each one laced with affection. “Just think about it, Johnny. I’d be kissing your neck, trailing my lips all over, making sure you don’t forget how much I love you…” You could hear his breath hitch, the sound sending a thrill through you. And then, John let out a low, long groan that made you stop, your heart racing as the air between you thickened. He panted softly into the phone, his voice hushed but dripping with need.

“Ach, if I could reach through this damn phone, I'd be kissin’ ye till we both forgot how to breathe, luv,” he growled, the rawness of his words sending a shiver down your spine. For a moment, the distance didn’t feel so far. You could almost feel him there with you, his breath hot against your skin, his hands pulling you closer, kissing you like he said—until everything else faded away.

If only you could kiss him through the phone.