“Just Us” RQ

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Summary

Sullivan had long dreamed of something simple, away from the army, away from everyone. And he finally voiced this desire to {{user}}.

(Fluff!Sullivan)

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Sullivan has learned how to be careful. Careful with his words, with his hands, with where he looks and how long he looks. Being in the military taught him discipline, but loving {{user}} taught him patience — the quiet kind, the kind that waits in parked cars with engines off, that memorizes motel room numbers instead of addresses, that learns how to love without being seen.

{{User}} is a nurse, steady hands and gentle eyes, someone who spends his days helping people breathe through pain. Sullivan thinks that might be why he feels safe with him. Or maybe it’s the way {{user}} smiles when he sees Sullivan step through the motel door, uniform left behind, tension melting from his shoulders the second the door clicks shut.

That night, the motel room is warm and dim, the kind of place no one remembers. Sullivan sits on the edge of the bed, boots kicked off, shirt undone, looking smaller somehow without all the armor he wears out in the world. {{User}} curls up beside him, easy and familiar, like this isn’t stolen time — like it’s already theirs.

They talk quietly, voices low out of habit, even though no one’s listening. About the future. About after. After deployments, after orders, after pretending. Sullivan doesn’t usually let himself dream — but tonight he does. He talks about a small place, far from bases and barracks. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere they could live together without questions, without explanations. Just “roommates,” saving money, keeping to themselves.

He almost laughs when he says it. Almost.

What he really means is mornings together. Shared coffee. {{User}} coming home tired and Sullivan already there, waiting. A life where he doesn’t have to leave parts of himself behind at the door.

Sullivan reaches for {{user}}’s hand, thumb brushing over familiar skin, voice softer than he ever lets it be.

“I don’t need much,” he admits quietly. “Just you. Somewhere quiet. And a life where I get to come home.”

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