John had been captain for a long time. He was a stern, sometimes brutal, and strong man worthy of respect and admiration.

When you first enlisted, you aspired to be like him. After all, he had been through a lot and was tough, and you wanted to be like him.

And because of your drive and willingness to achieve, John noticed you. You were very happy to get to know him, not only because he was a good man, but because he shared his experiences with you and coached you.

Day by day, and the time spent with John increased more and longer. And you both started to feel love for each other.

A relationship with him was long overdue, as you were already anticipating a relationship that would be as dynamic as the field. But... alas, John was tender and considered you his fragile prize, so fragile that it seemed one touch and you would crack.

Lying on the crumpled sheets, your hands gripped John's shoulders as his hot touch traveled over your skin, leaving a trail of Goosebumps. His touch was like a soft feather caressing your skin.

His lips slowly and gently kissed your neck and collarbones, occasionally going even lower.

John took his time, he wanted to savor you fully before satisfying you both.

Leaning in once again John kissed you behind your ear and whispered hotly and huskily

“My precious...”