Chapter 13: Taking Care Rashford
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead, and grabbed the cloth from the trolley, dipping it into the warm water in the bucket. As she wrung out the excess water, she could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken words hanging heavy between them.
Rashford watched her every move, his gaze intense and filled with a mix of pain and anticipation. Lyra could feel the weight of his stare, the heat of his gaze burning into her as she brought the cloth up to his chest, her fingers brushing against his skin. She could see the goosebumps rising on his flesh, the way his breath hitched as she began to clean him, her touch gentle yet firm.
"Bunny," he murmured, his voice rough with pain and something else, something more primal and intense.
"It's our culture, isn't it? When we're showering, we're all in it together." He paused, his gaze never leaving hers. "Undress for me, Bunny.
It's our culture," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper yet commanding nonetheless. Lyra's heart skipped a beat at his words, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her eyes meeting his intense gaze. "Yes, sir," she acknowledged softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she began to remove her combat gear.
She started with her combat gloves, pulling them off one by one and setting them aside on the trolley. Next came her boots, which she kicked off with a swift motion, her eyes never leaving Rashford's face. She unbuckled her utility belt, her fingers brushing against the cool metal as she removed it from her waist. She set it aside as well, her heart pounding in her chest as she began to unzip her pants.
She slid them down her legs, her eyes flicking to Rashford's face as she stepped out of them. Her micro tie bikini bottoms were revealed, the thin fabric barely covering her pelvic bones. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her as she reached for the small Kevlar vest that concealed her sports bra.
She unbuckled it, her fingers fumbling slightly with the straps as she pulled it off, revealing the black sports bra underneath. She could see the way his eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her breasts before moving back up to her face.
Lyra took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached behind her back and unhooked her sports bra. She let it fall to the floor, her breasts spilling out, her nipples already hard and aching for his touch.
She could see the desire in his eyes, the way his gaze lingered on her body, taking in every curve and line.
She felt a shiver run through her, a mix of excitement and nervousness as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her micro tie bikini bottoms. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, before slowly sliding them down her legs, revealing her completely to him.
Rashford's breath hitched as she stepped out of them, his gaze now roaming freely over her naked body. She could feel the heat of his stare, the way it made her skin tingle and her heart race. She stood there for a moment, letting him look his fill, before she remembered her task at hand.
She grabbed the cloth again, dipping it into the warm water once more. She began to clean him, starting from his chest, gently wiping away the dried blood and grime. She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, his breath hitching slightly as she moved lower, cleaning his stomach and then his thighs.
As she reached his groin, she hesitated for a moment before continuing, her touch gentle yet firm. She could feel his body tense beneath her touch, his breath coming in short bursts. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his intense gaze.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
He shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "No," he murmured, his voice rough with pain and something else. "It's just... different."
She nodded, understanding his meaning. She continued to clean him, her touch gentle yet firm.
Sometimes his hands would roam around her waist, but she couldn't do anything about it as she was the Barrack's Bunny. She focused on her task, trying to ignore the heat of his touch and the way her own body responded to his proximity.
As she moved lower, cleaning his groin, she could feel his body tense beneath her touch. His breath hitched slightly, and she could see the desire in his eyes. She could feel his body responding to her touch, his breath coming in short bursts.
With a deep breath, she hesitated for a moment before continuing, her fingers gently wrapping around his cock. It was hard and throbbing beneath her touch, and she could feel the heat of his desire radiating from his body. She began to stroke him gently, her touch feather-light as she cleaned him. She could see the way his body tensed beneath her touch, his breath coming in short gasps as she continued to stroke him.
Her eyes widening in shock as she realized just how large he was. as his cock was fully erect now, towering from his body like a marble column, hard and throbbing in her hand.
Lyra's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at him, her mind racing. She had never seen a man like this before, never felt such a powerful reaction from a single touch. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the way his eyes darkened as he watched her, his breath coming in short bursts. She knew she shouldn't stop, that this was part of her duty as the Barrack's Bunny, she couldn't seem to pull her hand away from him. Instead, she found herself stroking him gently, her touch feather-light as she continued to clean him.
She could see the way his body tensed beneath her touch, his breath coming in short bursts.
As she continued to stroke him gently, she felt his cock throb in her hand, and then suddenly, he was coming. His muscles tightened, and a thick layer of semen coated her hands, taking her completely by surprise.
"Oh my god," she gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at her hands, now covered in his release. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Sir Rashford. I didn't mean to...
make you come," she stammered, her eyes flicking back to her hands, now glistening with his semen. She felt a strange mix of shock and curiosity, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked back up at him. Rashford's breath was ragged, his eyes dark with desire and something else, something more primal. "It's okay, Bunny," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "It's a natural response.
I'm not complaining," Rashford said, his voice low and steady despite the intensity of his gaze. Lyra's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at her hands, now covered in his release. "I'll clean it up," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she walked to the sink in the room to wash her hands.
As she turned on the faucet and began to wash her hands, she could feel Rashford's eyes on her, watching her every move. She could see the desire in his gaze, the way his eyes lingered on her body as she stood there, naked and vulnerable before him. She tried to ignore the heat of his stare, focusing instead on the task at hand. She scrubbed her hands thoroughly, making sure to remove every last trace of his semen before she turned off the faucet and dried them on a nearby towel.
She knew she had to finish cleaning him, no matter how awkward or uncomfortable it might be.
As she walked back to Rashford's side, she could see that he was still watching her, his gaze intense and filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. She began to clean him, starting from his chest and moving lower, gently wiping away the remnants of his release. She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, his breath coming in short bursts as she moved lower.
She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her touch gentle yet firm. She could feel his body tense beneath her touch, his breath coming in short bursts as she cleaned him thoroughly.
After a few moments, she finished cleaning Rashford's body, her touch gentle yet thorough. She looked up at him, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Sir Rashford," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... make you come earlier. I was just trying to clean you up."
Rashford looked at her, his eyes still dark with desire. "It's okay, Bunny," he said, his voice low and steady. "It was an... unexpected reaction, but it's not your fault.
You're just doing your job," he said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "The boys call it 'jerking off,' but I prefer 'accidentally making my bunny stroke my cock.'"
Lyra's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and she quickly looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Sir Rashford," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to..."
Rashford chuckled softly, his eyes still fixed on her. "I know you were, Bunny," he said, his voice low and soothing. "And I appreciate it." Rashford's voice was low, his gaze still intense as he watched Lyra dress him in the medical gown once more. She worked quickly and efficiently, her touch gentle yet firm as she pulled the gown over his body, tucking it in around his neck. As she finished, she stepped back, her eyes flicking to his face for a moment before she turned to gather her own clothes.
She slipped on her micro tie bikini bottoms, the thin fabric barely covering her pelvic bones. She could feel Rashford's gaze on her as she pulled up her pants, the waistband resting low on her hips, just below the tie of her bikini bottoms. She buckled on her utility belt, the cool metal resting against her stomach as she adjusted it to sit comfortably on her waist.
Next came her sports bra, which she concealed beneath the small Kevlar vest that barely protected her chest.
She pulled it on with a swift motion, her eyes flicking to Rashford's face as she did so. She could see the way his gaze lingered on her body, taking in every curve and line as she dressed herself. She slipped on her combat gloves, her fingers fumbling slightly with the straps as she pulled them on. Finally, she pulled on her boots, her eyes never leaving Rashford's face as she did so.
"Sir Rashford," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked up at him. "May I return the trolley and bucket of water to the medic station?"
Rashford nodded, his eyes still fixed on hers. "Of course, Bunny," he said, his voice low and steady. "Go ahead."
Lyra nodded, gathering up the trolley and bucket of water before turning to leave the room. As she walked out the door, she could feel Rashford's gaze on her back, watching her every move. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, before she turned and walked down the hall towards the medic station.
As she approached the door, she could hear the faint hum of voices coming from within. She pushed the door open, revealing a bustling room filled with medical supplies and equipment. At the far end of the room, she saw Maria, the medic, bent over a table, her hands deep in a tray of instruments. She looked up as Lyra entered, her eyes meeting Lyra's for a moment before she turned back to her work.
"Lyra," Maria said, her voice soft but firm as she continued to clean the instruments. "Did you finish cleaning up Rashford?"
Lyra nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly at the memory of what had just transpired. "Yes, Maria," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I've finished cleaning him up." Lyra's cheeks flushed with a mix of relief and embarrassment as she remembered the intimate encounter with Rashford. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Maria, could you direct me to the restroom? I need to freshen up."
Maria looked up from her work, her eyes meeting Lyra's briefly before she pointed towards a door at the far end of the room. "It's through there, dear. The restroom is just down the hall."
Lyra nodded, taking a deep breath as she made her way towards the door. As she walked down the hall, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened. She pushed open the door to the restroom, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
She walked over to one of the stalls, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
As soon as she was alone, she let out a shuddering breath, her body shaking as the reality of what had just happened hit her. She leaned against the wall, her eyes filling with tears as she thought about how shameful and embarrassing it had been for her to make someone come, especially someone like Rashford. She had never intended for that to happen, had never even considered that it could. But then again, she knew that was just one of the parts of being the Barrack's Bunny. She was there to serve the men in any way they needed, and sometimes that meant things she hadn't expected or wanted. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she wiped away her tears. She knew she had to pull herself together and get back to her duties.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, before she turned and walked back to Rashford's room.
As she entered, she saw him lying on the bed, his gaze fixed on her as she approached. His eyes lingered on her face for a moment before he spoke.
"Bunny," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you alright?"
Rashford's voice was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of concern that made Lyra's heart ache. She looked at him, her eyes meeting his for a moment before she shook her head slightly.
"I'm fine," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
She forced a smile, saying, "It's my duty to serve the Wolfpack's team members in any way they need." Her voice was steady, but her heart was pounding in her chest as she approached the bed. She could feel the heat of Rashford's gaze on her, the way it made her skin tingle and her heart race.
Suddenly, her radio crackled to life, Captain James' voice cutting through the static. "Bunny, report to the Wolfpack Barrack immediately."
She looked at Rashford, her eyes meeting his for a moment before she nodded. "I have to go," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rashford nodded, understanding the urgency in her voice. "Go ahead, Bunny," he said, his voice low and steady.
She nodded again, taking a deep breath as she turned and walked out of the room. As she made her way down the hall towards the medic station, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
She pushed open the door, revealing Maria bent over a table, her hands deep in a tray of instruments. Maria looked up as Lyra entered, her eyes meeting Lyra's for a moment before she spoke.
"Lyra, you're back so soon? I thought you were with Rashford?" Maria asked, her voice soft but firm. "I was, Maria," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I've just received a message from Captain James. I have to return to the Wolfpack Barrack immediately."
Maria looked up from her work, her eyes meeting Lyra's briefly before she nodded. "Of course, dear. Go ahead and take care of your duties. We'll catch up later."
Lyra nodded, taking a deep breath as she turned to leave the room.
She rushed out of the clinic, the warm morning air hitting her face as she hurried towards the Wolfpack Barrack. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of adrenaline and anxiety coursing through her veins.