3 comments/ 8130 views/ 17 favorites Night Fight By: Clairesecret As she stood on the porch, she ran her hands through hair barely longer than her fingers. It may not have been sexy, but it was functional and didn't stick to the back of her neck and itch or get into her eyes. This way she didn't have to worry about uniform regulations either. With a sigh, she thought, "sexy really isn't my thing anyway." Her stomach twisted nervously, and she felt a twinge even lower warning her how tonight would probably turn out, but she ignored it. I'm just here to spar, drink a couple beers, and pass the time till field ops tomorrow since there's no point in trying to sleep since we have to be back at work in 6 hours and it won't even be sunset for another two, she chastised herself. After knocking with what she hoped was a careless sounding rhythm rather than the insistence she felt nagging her, she listened to the buzz of the cicadas that was not unlike the drumming in her brain. Sweat beaded her brow and began forming under the breasts that couldn't even be hidden under a too large uniform shirt made for a man's dimensions. She put down the six pack as she removed the stiffly starched top that didn't breathe at all. It wasn't much of a relief- nothing was in the unrelenting humidity of a Midwestern July. Everything was sweaty this time of year, even the cold beers. Looking at the perspiration dripping down the bottles, she considered drinking one to cool down and calm the jitters. They were just friends. Practically siblings. Coworkers who liked to blow off steam with beers and by exchanging blows. No one else would fight with her and she needed a good fight to kill some stressing trad of drinking one and being caught getting a head start, she started peeling the soggy label from the bottle. While she waited and peeled, he stepped out of a cool shower after trying to wash away the sweat and stress of the day. It didn't work. He started sweating before even getting dry, and the stress crept right back in. Work was a real bitch lately. At least they had a few hours to chill before going back at O- dark thirty. He didn't bother finishing drying off and threw on a pair of loose, black boxing shorts that sat low on his hips. He scrubbed his hands in the black stubble on his jaw, just a little more than 12 hours and it was already enough to be out of regs. He ambled to the door, and caught himself watching her through the window before he opened it with a half-grin, saying, "you're peeling labels; you know what that means, right?" "That I got bored waiting for you to finish your beauty routine, princess?" She shot back, challenging him with that sarcastic, eyebrow raised, lip pulled to the left look she automatically gave while smarting off. It was a look he knew well. She couldn't help but be sarcastic, even to their so-called superiors who thought it far less cute and endearing than he did. Even while she was giving him shit about his preening, she had to appreciate what she saw in front of her. Shirtless, still damp, his defined abs and chest were undeniably sexy. The shorts dipped dangerously low on his hips, revealing the dark hair running from just below his belly button... "Admit it, you like what you see, " he returned just as quickly, interrupting her reverie. Her wandering eyes hadn't escaped his notice. Hell, if he was honest with himself, he liked what he saw, too. Despite her obvious efforts to the contrary, she was still cute. The lack of makeup, short cropped hair, and the ever-present starched, formless uniform couldn't hide that. Without the top, her huge chest was obvious through the thin t-shirts they all wore, and even in the cargo pants, you could see her small waist and curvy hips and ass. Add that to the dark hazel eyes, freckles, sarcastic attitude, and penchant for fighting, and she was her own kind of sexy. Not that he'd ever admit it. They worked together for Christ's sake- hadn't he learned the hard way not to shit where he ate? Besides, he couldn't figure her out. It was obvious she thought he was attractive, but at work she was in turns stone-cold professional, maintaining the bearing and discipline that was drilled into them, or playful like a sibling. She never made any moves toward anything else, even when he baited her. But here she was, on his porch, with a six pack of beer, ready to fight and spend the night- so that was a move in and of itself, right? "We'll just see where the night leads" he thought. The fight would either dissipate the frustration and tension crackling between them or increase it to its breaking point. Either one was fine by him. "Yeah, you're a regular grade A piece of man-meat, bro, with a colossal ego to match." She added in the "bro" to try to counteract the truth she couldn't admit- he was hot and she wanted him. But she refused to let her mind go there. "My ego isn't what's colossal about me" he said while surreptitiously pointing his eyes downward. "You're right, you're a colossal ass," she retorted, looking directly into his cool blue eyes that twinkled with mischief. "Anyway, you ready to get your ass kicked? I need a good fight" she quickly added. "You can try- but I wouldn't say it'll be a good fight. For one, you're weak, and for two, I fight dirty. Now get in here," he commanded as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the door. "Instead of stripping that beer like a lover why don't you drink it?" He laughed. "I will, trust me, but first, can I use your shower? I gotta get out of this uniform." "Sure, you know where it is" he said as he pointed his jaw toward the bathroom. She'd practically lived out of his place when she first got here. It was a good exchange. She had watched his dogs while he was on a mission, and used his place to do laundry and shower while she looked for a place of her own. Even then, when they'd only really known each other a few weeks, they'd been close. They had met in training, and bumped into each other now and then, but hadn't really been friends until she got here a few months ago. And even though they both denied it, the sexual tension between them had been growing since then- it practically crackled in the air- enough that others could see there was a connection there. They tried to play it off with pranks and sarcastic remarks when they weren't treating each other like just another trooper in the unit. As she took a quick, cool shower, she tried to keep her thoughts, and her insides, from squirming around at the memory of him, mostly naked in just those boxing shorts. He looked great in uniform- it looked like it was made for his athletic form. It hugged his ass, and the t-shirt showed off his biceps and pecs, but in just shorts, he was even hotter. She knew that her thoughts were always transparent on her face, so she'd need to change the course of them quick, or he'd see her desire right away, and that's all she needed, for his ego to get any bigger and for him to have the upper hand. So she forced herself to think about the sparring match they'd agreed to. She loved to spar. She wasn't great at it, especially since she didn't really want to hurt him. Well, maybe enough to wipe the maddening, smug smirk off his face. Not that she thought she had much of a chance. He was quick, agile, and muscular. So damn good looking, and he knew it, too. She shook her head as she dried off, "there I go again" she thought, "why can't I keep my focus on something other than how good he looks and what that body would feel like pressed up against mine?" "Probably 'cuz it's staring you in the face, and you want him" said the snarky voice in her head that was the source of her biting sarcasm. During the 5 minutes she was gone, he opened two of the beers and poured two shots of jack. Well, three, but that first one hadn't counted- it was just to clear his mind. Of course he wanted to fuck her, she was attractive enough, and he wanted to finally silence that snippy mouth of hers, but he wouldn't let on or act on it until she made a move. That was his rule, let them come to him. As he drank that first shot, he pictured what those big tits would look like as he squeezed them in his hands, and how that curvy ass would jiggle as he slapped it while bending her over... "Whoa buddy, slow down there" he told himself aloud as he checked to make sure his cock hadn't responded to his thoughts. These shorts would do nothing to hide that. When she came back in the kitchen in a tank top and snug shorts, he couldn't help but see the curves he knew were there. With a quick look that hopefully she didn't see, he took in the tits that were much more than just a handful, the solid thighs and hips that curved in to give her that hourglass figure from all the old timey bombshell girls like on the nosecones of their planes. I don't think she even knows what she's working with, he mused. He quickly turned to get their shots off the table, and calm his budding hard on, while she put her gear bag down. He still managed to catch a glimpse of her bent over the bag, and he whistled low under his breath at that ass. "What was that all about?" She asked as she rose with her hands on her hips, and stared hard at him. "Oh I was just thinking about handing you your ass, which you graciously showed me. Here, drink" he added quickly before she would have a chance to respond back. "What, do you need liquid courage to take me in a fight?" she quipped, with a teasing smile. "No, I figured you'd need it to ease the pain of the pounding you're gonna take," he grinned back at her, pleased with how his choice of words made her blush before she had a chance to control her face. Good. She wanted it. "Whatever," she snarked. "Cheers." "To the first of many fights to come," he responded with that half-smirk, little boy about to cause trouble face she both loved and hated. They clinked glasses, and they both threw them back. He welcomed the familiar burn of the jack, but she coughed and gagged a little as she tried to down the whiskey. He grinned to himself as he turned to get the beers, thinking, "if tonight ends the way I hope, jack won't be the only guy in her mouth." But he only said, "whatsamatter, Sis, can't handle the taste of a little Tennessee gentleman? Never mind. Here's the beer you were molesting earlier" he teased as he handed her the cold, now opened beer before she could say anything to her own defense. "Wanna stretch, or warm up, or anything before I make you cry mercy?" She teased as she bounced lightly on her feet and took a drink of the beer. "Oh, I think you're the one that'll be crying mercy when I tap you out," he said menacingly, gripping her shoulder muscle with one hand and downing half the beer with the other. She jerked her shoulder out of his tight grasp and took another long pull of the beer as she looked into eyes that held mirth and mischief. "What am I getting myself into?" She thought. They sat in silence in the darkened room for a few minutes after that, each sipping their beers, lost in their own head, until he got up to turn on the stereo- an old mix CD of classic country music. "It's not exactly fighting music, but we don't really have a lot of options," he said. "It's ok, I actually like this- but if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you. It'd trash my edgy, feminist image if people knew I liked this twangy, sappy shit." "Your secrets are safe with me," he responded with a wink. "Now, are we gonna do this, or what?" he asked while cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms out in front of him. He bent his neck side to side, releasing audible cracks.Shit, I'm only 23, my neck shouldn't already crack like this, he thought to himself.This line of work is going to make me old before my time, but it's the only thing I know and it's the right thing to do, he reminded himself mentally. Echoing his thoughts, she teasingly asked, "you sure you're up for this, old man? What if I hurt you?" She added with a patronizing tone and the fake pitying look she gave people when they were being sissies. "Highly unlikely" he responded, flatly. "Even if, by some miracle, you do hurt me, how do you know I won't like it?" He asked while pulling her off the tattered, sagging couch where she sat toying with the label on a second beer. "You're already on your second beer; you better watch out or you'll get sloppy." She knew he was goading her, but she couldn't resist firing back, "it takes a lot more than 1 shot and 2 beers to make me sloppy." Mentally she added, maybe I should take another shot or two so I can stop over thinking this. But no, I really do want a good fight. That's it, just a fight. "Hey, you're thinking too hard. I can practically see the smoke coming out of your ears. Let's do this," he stated, leaving no room for argument as he began shifting from foot to foot and shadow boxing. She rose, took another long sip of the beer, and began rolling her neck as she said, "fine. But no face shots and no marks our uniforms won't cover. I really don't wanna explain this to top tomorrow when he sees us. Plus, your face is just too pretty to mess up" she said mockingly. "I'm more worried about my balls" he chuckled as he threw a quick, open handed back slap to her chest. Her eyes flared and she fisted her hands in front of her face, angry that she didn't see that one coming. He definitely knew how to get her riled up. Seeing her eyes, he laughed, and asked with all the innocence he could, "what? You didn't say anything about the boobs." She responded by getting into the ready position with both hands by her face and throwing a couple quick jabs his way, making him step back to avoid them. As he stepped back, she danced forward and to her right, throwing a quick side kick to keep him out of range of his longer arms. He swatted it away easily, saying, "easy tiger" as he continued to move languidly just out of her reach. It worked. She bounded in closer, with a flurry of punches towards his ribs and bare chest. After letting a couple connect, he quickly brought his hands up and in. Grabbing her wrists and pulling her closer in to his chest, throwing her off balance as she crashed into him from the momentum. She quickly squirmed out of his grasp by ducking and pivoting so she could retreat to the other side of the room. "Come on, you can do better than that,'" he taunted. "Of course I can. I just don't want to wear you out too early." Or get sidetracked by that hard chest pressing up against me so close I can smell the sweat and soap mingled with the beer, jack, and just, him. "Oh, I assure you, I don't wear out quickly." He smirked at her as he quickly closed the distance, grabbed her wrist in a thumb lock and spun her so she was facing the ground. "You ready to tap out?" He asked as he twisted more, forcing her face toward the ground. "Never say die!" She shouted as she continued to the ground, rolled herself of and out of his grasp, then spun out with her legs, kicking for his shins and thighs, startling him enough when she connected solidly to his inner thigh. Her heart already pounded, and her wrists hurt from his tight grip, but she jumped back up quickly, feeling the rush of energy from the exertion, the contact, and his proximity. "You're a feisty one, I'll give you that," he admitted, "but we're just getting started." "Bring it," she challenged, pursing her lips and wagging the four fingers of her left hand in a "come here" gesture. With that, he dove forward, grabbing her by her knees and dropping her to the ground on her back so quickly, the wind was knocked out of her as she fell. He grinned down at her with a victorious smile as he pinned her head, his knees beside her breasts while he sat in the mount position on her hips. "Ready to concede?" He asked, so close they could feel each other's ragged breathing. She just jerked her head to the side and shifted her hips under him, thrusting into his ass with one hip, trying to buck him off. She ignored the thrumming that started inside her with the contact, and kept trying to throw him. He released her wrists, crossed both his, and gripped them again, this time helping to lift her to her feet before she could feel what her bucking and grinding had done to him. "I see you're not gonna give in that easily, huh?" He challenged. Still catching her breath from the fall, and from having him, all of him, mostly naked on top of her, she just grinned and shook her head as she took up her strong fighting stance with her left foot forward towards him, her right trailing behind, left fist in front of her face, and right arm protecting her midsection. He chuckled, shook his hands down by his sides, and crouched into a loose fighting stance. He could drop her again in a second, but seeing her so serious and ready to fight both amused and aroused him so he lobbed a couple lazy, open handed punches to either side, which she easily blocked. "C'mon, I know you're just screwing with me now," she bit out as she ducked in close, inside his reach and got him with two swift, short uppercuts to the ribs. That ought to show him. His smirk dropped for just a second when the punches made contact. He could tell she'd pulled them at the last second, but he could still feel them. They'd probably even bruise. "Oh, you'll know when I'm screwing you, that's for sure" he joked, wagging his eyebrows at her. With that he quickly slapped the underside of her right breast and kicked her soundly in the ass. He wasn't going to let her win without getting a few shots in. Hell, he wasn't going to let her win at all. Unless you counted the orgasms he was hoping to give her as winning. After a few more bouts of her throwing punches, him catching them and twisting her to the ground by her wrists, only for her to wiggle free and furiously try again, connecting occasionally to his side, he decided to try a different tactic. She didn't give up easily. But this fight was getting nowhere. She really was no challenge for him, while watching her screw up her face in concentration and earnestly try to hit him was amusing, he wanted to push her to a different kind of action. So when she kicked out at him again, he grabbed her ankle and hugged it to him, making her hop in a circle as he stepped forward. With his free hand, he slapped her pussy, hard, watching her face as he did it. Her eyes opened wide with shock, but then her pupils betrayed her and dilated with pleasure. Before she could stop herself, a moan escaped. She quickly tried to cover for it by punching at his chest. He easily caught her left hand when she didn't pull the punch back quickly enough. Now, with her right foot, and her left hand trapped, and both of his hands tied up, he had to do something to stop her flurry of underhanded rib punches, so he leaned in, taking her off balance and to the ground again. "Here we are again," he whispered into her neck as he lay on top of her with her breasts squished against his chest and their groins locked tightly together. Part of her wanted to stay right there and let his lips wander along her neck and ear, his sweaty, smooth chest pressed into hers with her hand trapped between them. But that would mean admitting defeat. He'd never let her live that down. So she bucked her hips and pushed against his chest at the same time, reversing their positions. Now she sat astride him, both palms planted on his chest. "Now what? You've got me pinned. What are you going to do about it?" He challenged,thrusting upward quickly. "I'll tell you want you're gonna do-noth..." He couldn't finish his smart ass remark because the feeling of his hard cock against her with only the thin shorts separating them, and his hot, hard chest in her hands undid her and before she even knew what she was doing, her mouth was on his, shutting him up. She panted into the kiss, deepening it, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. Their tongues mashed and twirled around each other's furiously. Their lips crushed together. She nipped at his lip, releasing the anger and frustration with both him and herself. It only made him kiss her harder. They were both out of breath from the kiss and the fight. She pulled away enough to look into his blue eyes, which were darker and more intense now, filled with something other than the mirth she was used to. They almost looked angry. Night Fight He reached an arm around her waist and smoothly flipped them so that he was back on top. With both hands planted beside her head, trapping her face, he leaned in to kiss her, but turned away at the last second, scraping her already red cheeks with his stubble more as he bit her earlobe. He planted his feet under him, lifting off her only slightly, but enough for her to feel the cold for the distance between them, and abruptly pulled her to her feet. Dizzy from the kiss, the rapid change in position, and her own swirling emotions, she wobbled a little. He wasted no time, lacing his fingers into hers that dangled by her sides, he stepped forward, pushing against her inner thigh with his knee until she was backed against the wall and he was pressed against the length of her. He gripped her hands tightly in his own, and growled against her neck, "tell me what you want." Feeling the length of his cock against her leg, his heart pounding against her own heaving chest, his breath hot on her neck, she couldn't think. She didn't want to think. "This," she breathed. His hands released hers and moved to her breasts, squeezing and massaging them. He flicked his thumbs over the already erect nipples, then pinched them, hard, making her wince. He reached up, grabbing her cropped hair in a tight hold, he yanked her head to the side and bit the flesh along her shoulder and collarbone. "You already took a beating, you ready for a pounding?" He questioned as he moved her hand to his cock, making her rub it through the silky shorts. "Mm," was all she managed to say. His cock grew harder under her hand. It really was huge- he hadn't been kidding when he said his ego wasn't the only colossal thing about him. It wasn't surprising- she had thought she'd seen the outline of it pressed along his thigh in uniform, but had told herself she was just imagining things. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." He had to hear it. He knew she did, but wouldn't cross any more lines until she told him. He could take her right here, but There could be no misunderstanding. No regrets when they were back to being coworkers tomorrow. The decision had to be on her. But damn he wanted her. Those tits had felt as good as he'd imagined they would when he first saw them under the thin t shirts. He hadn't been able to unsee them, even in the shapeless uniform she used to hide them. He wanted to slap and squeeze them now. Instead, he clutched her chin and made her face him. "Tell me you want to fuck me." She looked away so her eyes wouldn't betray her. Not that it would matter the rest of her body was already giving it away- between her erratic heartbeat, her hips pressing back against his, and her hand moving against his cock on its own now. Could she be any more of a horny slut? She was disgusted with herself, but she did want him. There was no denying it now. "I want..." She whispered, faltering, "another shot of jack" she finished, unable to tell him what she really wanted. "Have it your way" he grunted as he pushed off against the wall and away from her to pour another drink for each of them. But when he handed her the glass, he captured her hand, drink and all, and pulled her close again, gripping her ass as he slammed her into him. "I know you want me," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, his breath hot and his mouth almost on her neck. "Fighting gets us both fired up. No shame in it. You know it's gonna be good- you felt my cock, you know I want it too. This way, we BOTH win," he finished with a devilish grin. She shook her head slightly as she drank the shot and looked into those blue eyes. She couldn't help but stare at his full lips surrounded by the black stubble she almost never saw. It made him look dangerous and sexy. Nothing about him looked boyish now. He looked dangerous, focused, and conflicted. His body said, "let's rumble," but his eyes were pleading with her- longing. She didn't expect that. It almost looked like it was more than just physical- did he feel that connection too? She set the glass down and slugged at his shoulder, trying to defuse things. It didn't work. In an instant he had circled her wrist, put it in a lock, and bent her over the table, his body bent over hers and his face so close she could feel the stubble rubbing her cheek and his heart beating wildly against her back. "Say mercy and I'll let you go. You concede that I won the fight, and we'll just sit here and peel beer labels like this never happened" he grunted through gritted teeth. She surprised them both by breathing, "fuck me." "Mmm," he moaned as he thrust against her ass. He released her hand, and fisted his into the hair that was just barely long enough to grasp, twisting her head so she could just see him. "Tell me again" he ordered. "I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me" she enunciated each word so there would be no misunderstanding. She'd never had a man handle her this roughly- she was usually calling the shots, or just passively screwing for the hell of it. Technically, she was still calling the shots, even though physically he was definitely overpowering her. She laughed, and asked, "does this still count as winning?" He growled softly into her ear, "whatever you have to tell yourself. But yeah, I'd say you'll be winning a few times tonight. I'll warn you, though, I like it rough. This won't be a ladies magazine romancing, candlelit, thing, but I guarantee it'll be good" he finished, landing a resounding smack on her ass and biting her exposed earlobe hard. She bit down the yell from the surprisingly hard slap, but couldn't control the involuntary twitch from the pain. Pain that sent waves of heat into her pussy, and her face. "Good," she laughed back. "Do I look like I'm a ladies magazine, candlelight, and hearts kinda girl to you? I thought you knew me better than that, she added tartly." "Oh, I do. I do. I know you think you're tough with your sarcasm and picking fights, and your 'nobody tells me what to do' attitude around the unit. But I knew you wanted me, and this," he emphasized his point by rolling his hips so his hard cock ground into her harder, "right from the start." With that, he released her arm and hair and pulled down her shorts in one swipe. "Huh. No panties, eh?" He accused. "It's almost like you knew where this was going before it started." Her smart ass reply was cut off as he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy and began stroking with the aptly named 'come hither' gesture. Somehow, he must have removed his shorts too, because now when he bent over her again and gripped her hair to hold her still with her face against the table, the full length of his naked cock pressed against her ass and leg. "Feel that? First, I'm gonna make you come with my hand, and then I'm going to slam this into that hot, wet pussy. It's so tight. It's a good thing you like a little pain" he threatened as he slapped her ass again, making it jiggle and the flesh to flare red. She moaned and ground her ass back into him. She clenched her muscles around his fingers, and screamed when he slapped her ass again. He reached under them with his free hand and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while cupping her breast in his hand. She'd never been handled like this. Usually it was a little gentle foreplay and a missionary round, that if she was lucky would make hercome or a drunken, quick romp. But with him she was on the verge already. When he thumbed her clit, her muscles started spasming and she felt the warming inside her. Her leg started twitching as he strummed her clit faster and harder, keeping time with the spasms inside her. She moaned again, and suddenly he stopped. "Uh uh. I didn't say you could come" he chastised, gripping her neck with one hand and caressing her ass with the the other. "In case you were wondering, I'm in charge, and you have to ask for permission to come. I know you think you're a badass, but I'm the boss now. For that, you'll be punished." He grabbed her wrists and placed her hands flat on the table. "Don't move." She scoffed. What did he think this was? But before she could finish the thought, his hand came down hard on her ass. It flared red with the intensity of the smack, and she flinched at the sound and the pain. As the second and third blows landed, her pussy flooded with heat and wetness. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out, or moaning, or both. She would not give him the satisfaction. He was smug enough. After he rained down the last two blows, he slid a finger into her slick pussy. "Good girl," he said patronizingly. "I knew you could take a blow from our fight, and now I know you like the pain. Let's see if you've learned to follow directions" he mused as he reached under them to cup her breasts and lift her to standing. While she faced away from him, he skimmed his fingers up her back under the thin t-shirt, releasing the bra clasp and bringing goose bumps to her skin. He spun her around as he lifted the shirt and bra up over her head. But he didn't take them off all the way. Instead, he twisted them around her wrists, trapping them over her head. With the other hand he caressed her from hip, to ribs, under her breasts, between them, up her neck and back down, ending by squeezing her neck just enough to be uncomfortable. "Fuck. I've wondered about this for months," he uttered. She stood as still as she could, closing her eyes against the intensity of his gaze and the onslaught of sensations and emotions. She couldn't believe she was standing here, being manhandled, and loving it. And by him no less. She never would have admitted it, but she'd been hoping for this. When he agreed to fight her, and wasn't gentle- well, not entirely anyway- she imagined that he would take charge and push her to her limits. And here they were. Her: normally bossy, brassy, brash, sarcastic, and entirely in charge, and him: in turns goofy or brooding- naked, buzzed, and ready. She started to say his name, anything to break the tension, but he silenced her with another crushing kiss. Their tongues warred with each other, pushing and curling around like sparring partners, their teeth nipped at lips already swollen, and their hands roamed one another's bodies. She ran her fingers through the soft, buzzed hair at the back of his head and squeezed his taut shoulders before exploring his wide, tattooed back and down to an ass firm from ruck matches and running. He fisted his hands in her hair, pulling just enough to elicit soft sounds through their fused mouths, then slid his hands down her arms, cupping her big ass in both hands. He bumped his knee into her inner thigh, indicating that she should open them, then brought a hand around to the front and slid it between her soaking pussy lips, causing her to shudder as he again thumbed her clit while delving deeper. "Mine" He growled, and slapped her swollen pussy hard as he pinched a nipple with the other hand. "Tell me you're mine" he commanded. "I'm...yours," she wavered. This was so not her. But she was on the verge of another orgasm, so she gathered her courage and what dignity she still had and asked quietly, "can I come?" Without looking at him. Well, his face anyway. "Look at me," he said gently, as he tilted her face up so their eyes met. He could see the vulnerability in her hesitance to look at him, but the desire was there too. "You can trust me" he assured her. "I won't hurt you. Not in a way you won't like" he added with a grin. "I want to see your face when you come. I want to see how good it feels. And I want you to see how much I like having you at my mercy." That broke the dam that was holding all her feelings in. The wall of professionalism and the facade of being and sister in arms fell away. She chuckled and grinned, saying, "I thought I was going to make you cry 'mercy'." Now that she felt at ease with the shift in the dynamic, her sarcasm was back in full force. "Yup. And I said I was going to tap you out" he retorted, mimicking her tone. "That mouth is going to get you in trouble. "Speaking of which..." He trailed off as he pushed down on her shoulders, guiding her to her knees in front of him. He carefully placed her hand around his cock, guiding her into a stroking rhythm. Without him saying more, she tentatively placed her lips on the tip of his cock, looking up at him as she did. When he nodded, she opened her mouth wide to take in his girth. Her fingers didn't touch with her hand wrapped around his shaft, and it was at least three hand widths long. The soft flesh was warm and solid against her lips, and even after the fighting, it smelled sweet. She looked up at him again, musing about how she usually hated doing this. How demeaning it felt. But with him it felt different. He encouraged her with a hand fisted in her hair and gentle pressure against the back of her head and she didn't resist. She lapped around the ridge as he pushed her down onto him, and then along the underside as she took him in deeper. As she got the rhythm down with her hand and mouth, he cradled her head in both hands and started pushing down with more force. He could tell she was hesitant at first, but noticed the change as she became more confident and more enthusiastic. Her hot mouth wrapped tightly around him as she laved her tongue more rapidly side to side. When she pulled back and teased the head of his cock with her tongue, and then looked up at him, grinning around a mouth stretched wide around him, he almost lost control. Instead, he plunged into her mouth, fucking it with real intent. He knew she wouldn't be able to take all of him, but he was going to try. His mind went back to her choking on the jack as he hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Looking down, he saw tears in her eyes, but also a look of determination and enjoyment. She bobbed up and down on her own now, taking him as deep as she could, sucking her lips tightly around him and working his shaft with both hands, twisting as she stroked. He felt his balls tingle and his cock pulsed with the oncoming orgasm. She squeezed him tighter and gave a slight shake of her head. He knew what she was saying, so he reluctantly pulled out before he came. He didn't want to push her too far tonight. That could come next time, and there would be a next time, of that he was certain. Besides, there was so much more he wanted to do to her tonight. They still had almost four hours until field ops, and he intended to use it, so he took her hand and pulled her to her feet and then poured them another shot. "Cheers to round one" he grinned as they clinked glasses. "Don't most fights have eight rounds?" She countered. "Indeed." With that one word, he leg swept her so she was on her back on the ground again, and he lay atop her in a half push-up with his face just above her breasts. "Here we are again. What, oh what should we do?"