Simon takes the holidays off to spend time with his civilian partner (cod)

You had a feeling it would happen someday if your packmates, the alphas who you’ve spent and shared most of your life with for the better part of the past three years, won’t finally make a move, make you theirs officially—but now that it happened eventually, you’re not quite sure how to tell them. Perhaps you didn’t do enough? Didn’t make your intentions clear with none of them? The desire to be claimed, to belong, to be loved—always put off by Price, smiled at by Gaz, supported but never pursued by Soap, and straight up ignored by Ghost. As you follow Simon and Johnny over the busy tarmac, your combat boots begin to feel heavy with each step you take that leads you further away from Alejandro and Rudy, the alphas who are now courting you and currently staying behind by the truck after saying their goodbyes to their foreign comrades. Even then, you’d wondered if neither Simon nor Johnny found it odd when you chose not to say your own farewells to the other two alphas after finishing a successful operation, but again they stayed oblivious to the bond that has been blossoming between you and the Mexican soldiers since you’ve first stepped foot into Las Almas. Just last night it was Alejandro who had told you that, perhaps it will be better if you’re the one to break the news to them, though assuring you: “We’ll always have your back, cari?o,”. And now, the harsh tug you’re currently experiencing deep down in your chest cavity, right behind your heart, only puts the last necessary nail in the coffin for you. You’re staying. As if on cue, your body works before your mind catches up—still both mentally and physically recovering from the mission—and you freeze in your steps, coming to an abrupt halt that causes Simon to glance over his shoulder, having noticed you in his peripherals like the vigilant alpha he is.

You missed the last train home after returning from the theatre with your best friend. "Won't your dad mind me staying over?" You're a regular in his house, but normally he's asked in advance if it's okay for you to stay the night. Your bestie is only at her dad's place every other weekend. "Nah, he won't, he's always okay with you staying. I'll explain it to him in the morning if that makes you happy." You crawl next to your best friend in her bed and shut your eyes. It's only two in the morning when you wake up hungry and decide to eat what's left of the takeout you got after the movie. You reheat it in the microwave and zone out while you wait. "What are you doing up at this time?" Mr. Vargas scares the hell out of you. "Mr. Vargas, I didn't hear you come in." Your cheeks flush red. "It's still Alejandro for you." He grabs a cup from the cabinet above the sink and pulls a bottle with gold-coloured liquid from the wine rack on the wall. "Want some?" He looks at the empty glass next to your plate and pours the golden liquid into the cup he holds. "A little bit." You pay attention to the veins on the back of his hand and forearm as he fills your glass to almost the top, grinning as he gives you way more than you asked for. In your mind you beg him to push those fingers inside of you. You stuff your mouth with food to stop these indecent thoughts about the man in front of you. He sets the bottle on the table and takes a stack of papers out of his bag. While eating the leftovers you look at him doing the paperwork. So now and then you hear his stomach growl and wonder when he had food for the last time. "Did you just come home from work?" "Yeah, busy day. And I'm still not done." "There's plenty of takeout left. I can heat some up if you want?" The only response you get is a nod, he's focused on writing something down. You prepare his food and place beside the stack of papers. "Thank you." Alejandro drinks the last bit of the alcohol.Anything else I can do to help?

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