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Post by mason on Aug 1, 2012 18:00:50 GMT -5
Letter 18
Dearest Natasha,
Thanks for the concern. I'll keep it in mind. I know you're ridiculously good at driving me crazy. You don't have to do a whole hell of a lot and I'm pretty damned sure that's because we have ridiculous amounts of chemistry. Even if you don't want to admit it, I'm pretty sure that you know it's true. And I'm not complaining in the least. I never have and never will as far as you're concerned. I'm glad to be back in your life and I know it's baby steps at this point. With every letter we're getting a little closer, whether you want to admit it or not. I'm okay with whatever we have going on with one another right now because I know that I'm not going to fuck it up. I can't fuck it up this time. I care about you way too much to hurt you like I did before, Tasha. Way too much. Well thanks for letting the world know that a dedication to me was random and stupid. But what happens when I'm back into your life in full swing? You gonna keep telling people that? And I think a tattoo for your mother is sweet... I was contemplating something for my parents at one point but... honestly? I didn't know them. I was too young when they were killed. Maybe a tattoo for Maria would be a little more apt. And one for you... in a less appropriate place.
Dylan and I have one another's backs. There's no doubt in my mind about that. He may seem a little off kilter, but really, I couldn't ask for a better friend. Our friendship is weird but... I think you'd find that most of the friendships in SEAL teams are strange as hell. And really, the gift was my pleasure. I only hope that I have the chance to see you model it for me when I get back home. And when I say model it for me... I mean you have to be wearing only it.
A koala might be a little illegal... but I have my ways. Or I would if I were in Australia.
Man. I need to stop opening my mail from you just before I go for a physical with our corpsman. He keeps seeing my blood pressure spike and wondering if he needs to put me on some down time. But damnit woman... you are still beautiful as ever.
Definitely Yours, Mason
P.S. Remind me next time I come here to bring an overwhelming amount of toothpaste.
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Post by natasha on Aug 1, 2012 22:56:20 GMT -5
dear mason, chemistry? more like we want to fuck each other constantly at all hours of the day no matter what's happening. we would be fucking during a war zone happening around us as long as we were safe and you know it. baby steps does not begin to cover it, you are more like an ant trying to make it back the ant hill at this point--though you are not as small as an ant...in all aspects. no you fuck it up..and it's over, it's done, i will give up on you for good and that's a promise mason. no...i know that it's not stupid or random but fuck, it felt it after the last letter that i wrote you and i was going to have it removed but i couldn't make the appointment. so it stayed and when people asked about it, i just said it was a stupid and random thing. ...no, because when we are full swing, no one is really going to see except for you and if we happen to go to the beach. something for maria sounds more appropriate and i'm sure she would love it. that's good, i need someone to watch your stupid ass and keep you alive so that i can beat you up before fucking your brains out, i'm going to call that foreplay. well it will be something to look forward to then mason. you know, i've sent quite a few pictures, i wouldn't mind seeing you at this moment. and yes, they would be and i would not expect one to be put in the mail nor do i have space for it, it was a joke idiot. i don't want a pet, well...except for maggie but she is a dog and i love her. hmm..thought you would appreciate that one a little more than the rest, next one--i'll be matching. you know i hate not matching.
toothpaste is important, and essential and that's just..gross mason. less disgusting fucking facts.
yours,
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Post by mason on Aug 1, 2012 23:38:21 GMT -5
Letter 19 Dearest Tasha, Isn't that all a part of what chemistry is. And you and I both know that it goes way above and beyond just wanting to fuck constantly. Way beyond that. And hey... I wouldn't be opposed to fucking in a war zone. Wrong thing to say to a SEAL, Baby. I got one more chance with you Tasha. I'm not going to fuck it up because you mean a hell of a lot to me. I'm a patient man, unlike my counterpart, Dylan. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to realize that I'm here for the long haul. I'm glad you didn't have the tattoo removed. Maybe, at this point, it's wrong of me to feel it but... at the same time... It feels like you've more or less branded yourself with my name... even if my name isn't inked on you. Your brand of foreplay might just be my brand of foreplay for all you know. I'm game to test that theory out. Me at this moment, huh? Well... I don't have the time to find a printer at the moment, but one of the guys has one from a bunch he printed out the other day that I can snag off of him. We just had a few days of down time a little while past so... I can actually show you those particular pictures. I know you hate not matching and believe me, I'm looking forward to the next one. By the way... I don't know if I mentioned it but... damn, you did a lot of growing up and turning into a woman the last couple of years. Hopefully you won't be disappointed by what you see in me now either. click - Just a random day out and about. Actually got to wear civies. click - And we managed to get a game of soccer in. My team won... in case you were wondering. Love Always, Mason P.S. I haven't played chess in forever.
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Post by natasha on Aug 1, 2012 23:49:37 GMT -5
dear mason, well we would have to find a war zone, and a safe place to actually lay down and fuck somewhere i guess. fine, it's way beyond that but it's a huge fucking component of us. yes you do, don't blow it mason. one more chance to prove that this is actually something that you want because even i'm not sure ....but i'm willing to see. you say that you love me but that's just saying it, you got to fucking have the balls to stick around long enough to show me. you patient? i can think of a few scenarios where you are not so patient. hm..maybe, i guess we will have to see and i'm not a cow or a horse, i'm not fucking branded with something that symbolizes you and no, it's not your name. well there we go, let's see those pictures at least and glad to hear that you can have some free time to fool around a little. and yes i did, i'm not the scrawny teenage girl anymore, i got an ass and boobs and everything in all the right places--and i got them after you left or near to it.
and i must say that you are also not the little teenager either, fuck mason, that got me hot. you better shoot yourself in the foot and come home to me before someone else fills that small spot of pleasure that i need but hey, that's all your doing.
and when the hell did you ever play chess?
yours,
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Post by mason on Aug 2, 2012 0:18:22 GMT -5
Letter 20
Dearest Natasha,
Letter 20... that's gotta be some kind of milestone, isn't it? It's one of the guy's birthday's today. So we're making a point of making his life a living hell. Naturally. I know my next birthday is going to suck as far as all this is concerned, but we're all having a decent time, I suppose.
I'm not denying that it's a huge component between us. I totally agree. I also think that it's a part of it all that makes us so damned awesome together. And I know you're willing to agree on that front. We have chemistry... it's just... explosive and awesome. It is something I want. It's something I want desperately. I've been in a funk ever since I got that last letter from you. You can ask Dylan if you want. He was pretty sure I was going to do something stupid and, in a sense, I guess I did. I tried everything I could to find you before Maria convinced me that I was just being creepy. And that if we were meant to reunite, it would happen. I guess she was right. I just had to learn to be patient.
I can think of more than a few situations where you're concerned where I'm not so patient too. I just can't help it. You're beautiful and tough enough to tell me when I'm being an asshole. I love that about you. And I never meant to insinuate you were a cow or a horse, Tasha. Don't put words in my mouth, Lady. And you were always perfect to me. Even when you were a 'scrawny teenage girl'. Didn't matter to me because I was a lanky teenage boy. But damnit... you are sexier than hell.
Glad to know that I do have the ability to turn you on from over here. I'll make sure I put that to use. As for shooting myself in the foot... I wouldn't be much use to you with a gaping hole in my foot... so how about I settle for the potential of two weeks leave coming up?
I played chess back in junior high. I was a part of a club for a long ass time. Our CO has us playing on our down time. Says it helps with patience and strategy. I agree with him. Also told us that if we could beat him, we'd get our pick of position on the teams for a week solid. I'm hell bent on beating him.
Love You, Mason
P.S. I also need to remember a hell of a lot of hand sanitizer.
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Post by natasha on Aug 2, 2012 0:45:34 GMT -5
dear mason, yea the only thing that i read in that entire letter was the fact that you could get two weeks leave and we have been writing for almost two months and you have not told me! i'm going to kick your ass when i see you. but i'm pretty damned glad that you didn't do anything stupid and there was a reason that you couldn't find me. i wanted my mother to live her last days somewhere relaxing but popular because..well, that is what she wanted. she didn't want treatments and yea..that's pretty much it. i don't want to talk about this shit...even though i started it. new leaf, remember? and the only thing that branding really is associated with is a cow or a horse so you know so saying that i was branded...well, you called me a fucking farm animal basically. yea you didn't turn me on that much but you know, i'm a sexual girl and well...i need to be pleased and i don't do that stuff on my own so hurry home asshole cause you started this now. oooh you are such a little nerd. and i don't need your foot mason, as long as that isn't shot, we're good. and to think that what, 4 years later, you were fucking a cheerleader. i can't believe this...not bad mason, not bad at all.
and yes that is important. sounds like you need a care package, so i shipped toothpaste with this letter just cause it sounded like you need it.
yours again,
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Post by mason on Aug 2, 2012 0:57:05 GMT -5
Letter 21
Dearest Natasha,
Yeah. I get two weeks leave. Wow... I can't believe, after the length of that letter, that that was all that you got out of it. Not that I'm complaining. It's nice to know that you're excited to see me. Honestly, I didn't know I had leave time coming up until just recently when my CO told me. A bunch of the guys are grumbling and bitching about it but... for the first time since I joined the teams, I'm looking forward to it.
Then we won't talk about it. I won't bring it up again, but know that if there ever comes a time when you do want to talk about it, I'm here to listen... Or maybe read as it might be. But you're right. New leaf. Time to start over again and move on with our lives. Both of us. We'll never forget.
I didn't call you a farm animal. Jesus. You put words into my mouth all the damned time. I'm just gonna shut up about this topic now before I wind up digging a bigger hole for myself.
I'll be back there for you just as soon as I can be. I swear, as soon as I'm turned loose, I'll be on a plane back there to you for two solid weeks. And I won't fly back out until I absolutely have to. I'll make sure you're well and truly taken care of so that you'll have something to remember me by while I'm gone again. And believe me... when I get home for good, I fully intend on making sure you're well and truly pleased every fucking day.
Well... I try every once in a while. But no cheerleading. I don't think I ever would have lived something like that down. My own sister would have harassed me.
Hahaha. I do appreciate it. But honestly... The tooth paste is as much for me as it is for some of the kids around here. I can't say much, save for the fact that they sure as hell don't have a whole hell of a lot in some parts. The other thing I can say is that my skills as an interpreter are finally being put to use.
Mine again, huh? I damn well love the sound of that.
Yours, Mason
P.S. Remember when we used to eat tacos out near the pier? We need to do that again.
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Post by natasha on Aug 2, 2012 1:23:52 GMT -5
dear mason, it was the thing that actually really caught my attention because i'm excited for it. it's been a long ass time coming and i miss you, i'll say it and admit it as long as you get to come home to me. i'll do anything at this point except talk about my mother, that is off limits at this point. and you did, in so few words but we will not start with that stuff again. yes you better get back to me soon because you don't know how hard it is to be away from you when i know that we have something again. yea because i need to be satisfied, all the time but i know that you can do that job pretty well. and excuse me but i was a cheerleader in my junior year, you are really treading on thin ass buddy. well i can send you another care package if you want but i don't know what else that you need besides me, but let me know and i'll attach it to the next letter. any new updates happening?
we would have to go home for that and i'm not going there.
yours,
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Post by mason on Aug 2, 2012 2:15:14 GMT -5
Letter 22
Dearest Natasha,
I'm glad to hear that you're excited for it. I'm more than excited about it. I'm really looking forward to seeing you again, Tasha. I'm looking forward to doing a hell of a lot more than just seeing you though. And I'm perfectly fine not talking about it. I know how touchy it can be. Believe me. I'm trying to speed up the process for leave time a little bit so I can make it back home to you sooner. I miss you so much that it kills me to write these words when all I want to do is speak them to you. I want to be able to show you how much you mean to me rather than talk a good game. I know you were a cheerleader. And for you, that's damn hot. For me... Not so much. The football team would have cried out in horror. Getting me into one of those hot cheerleader outfits would have been a chore. Don't think it's possible for you to mail yourself to me unfortunately. You don't have to send out a care package though. As was just noted, the only thing I really need is you. But hey, if you wanna send off some hand sanitizer, we'll put it to damned good use.
As for updates... nothing new, really. It's been rough without our two boys. The only thing I really have to say is that our boy that wound up shot is stabilized. He'll pull through just fine, they say. But he won't be put back on active duty. He's blind in one eye. I really hope you won't be too pissed at me if I take part of my two weeks to go see him in the hospital when I get home. He and I were pretty close.
We don't have to go home for it. There's a perfectly good pier right there in Myrtle Beach. It'll be like old times.
Love You, Mason
P.S. I took a poll just before I sealed the letter. The boys said they'd serenade you from here if you sent us some jelly beans too. I'll kick their asses if they get any ideas in their heads. Love you, Baby.
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