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All's Fair in Love and War

By: darkchocolatewithalmonds



Dana was bone tire, without a doubt. She had traveled to North Africa for two days straight. The jet lag coupled with the excitement of covering the strife in Darfur had her exhausted and on the edge. An hour ago she met up with her videographer, Pete. Now, they were both waiting in the mess hall of the British headquarters waiting for a Captain Rickard Spenser. 

"Dana you look exhausted," said Pete. She rolled her eyes. 

"I feel it, trust me," said yawning uncontrollably. 

"Where is this captain? Wasn't he suppose to be here some thirty minutes ago?" she asked irritably. 

Pete shrugged..."We're no longer on Chicago time, Dana," he quipped. She frowned. After ten more minutes, she decided to succumb to the sleep Gods. 

When she awoke, she heard a deep voice speaking with Pete. She pried her eyes open and immediately found herself staring into the deepest blue eyes, she had ever seen. They were absolutely gorgeous. Her tired eyes widened, as they perused the entire face. 

A green beret was on top of the man's head, slightly tilted over one eye. His hair was dark brown and cut very close to his head, a typical military crew cut. His nose was cute – button like. His jaw was square and very strong. And his lips...were ...perfect. 

She lowered her eyes in shyness. But he pulled her eyes back up in curiosity and awe. He had to be at a least 6'4 she thought and she took in his shoulders, rock hard chest and ...

"Dana?" Pete called. She pulled herself from the vision of manliness. 

"Yes, I'm awake. I'm so sorry about falling asleep." She sputtered wanting to kick herself. Pete laughed. 

"No worries. Anyway, our interview is here. Captain Rickard Spenser, please meet my reporter Dana Simpson. Dana, Captain Rickard Spenser in charge of troupe 5296." 

Dana stood up and extended her hand for a shake, reveling at how incredibly wrong it was for someone to be so hot. She felt herself grow moist inside of her panties, and stifled a moan. 

Rick walked into the mess hall. He was frustrated, hungry and very tired. He had no time to deal with reporters or photographers of any kind. 

He would give these people five minutes tops. As he turned the corner, he saw a woman slumped over the table and appearing to be asleep. He snorted ticked off. 

"Americans." He muttered, and walked over to the man who was cleaning his gear. 

"I'm Captain Rickard Spenser." He said. Pete stood up and extended his hand. 

"Captain. Thank you so much for meeting with us. I'm Pete Rodriguez. This is my reporter, Dana Simpson. She just arrived and has obvious jet lag." Pete smiled. 

Rick looked around him, and stared at the woman. She was snoring softly. He turned back to Pete. 

"I see. Well whenever you are ready we can do the interview. I do have another appointment in 30 minutes." Pete began pulling out his equipment just as Dana woke up. 

Rick looked back at her just as she was opening her eyes. She looked drowsy...and beautiful. He swallowed. She had almond shaped dark brown eyes that stared questioning into his. 

Her face was exotic...smooth as silk, high cheekbones and her lips were full and pouty, the kind you just wanted to suck on – or have suck on you. He felt himself stir in his trousers and shifted his feet, leaning on one, and putting his hands on his hips.  

She blinked as if clearing her head and stood up, extending her hand to him. She wore a black, fitted dress shirt – that did nothing to hide her curves, jeans and sturdy, Nike brown boots that came over her ankle. 

His eyes darkened as he took her hand. It was strong, yet soft and gentle. He felt a spark the moment their hands met. Did she feel it too? She seemed to blush, but her milk chocolate skin did nothing to reveal it. Her eyes did.

Dana swore she felt a sharp tingle when their hands touched. She shot her eyes up to his and immediately looked away as soon as hers met the piercing stare of the captain's. 

He cleared his throat and put his hand back on his hip. She turned away, picking up her fanny pack. 

Pete noticed the tension and cleared his throat. 

"So, where did you want to do the interview Captain."

A few hours after the interview, Dana found herself standing next to the captain as Pete broke down his equipment. Just as she worked up the nerve to speak to him, a woman solider came over to them, and pulled him aside. 

She was talking closely to him. At the end of the conversation, she leaned up and kissed him. Dana's eyes widened and she turned away.

She was washing the dishes she and Pete at from, in the mess hall. They were instructed to fend for themselves while at the British headquarters, meaning food was available but they would have to prepare it and clean up after themselves. 

She was lost in thought when she heard someone walking into the kitchen. She looked up and immediately looked away. He had a grim look on his face. 

"Good evening, Ms. Dana." 

"Good evening, Captain." She smiled. 

"You don't have to do the dishes, we have someone who does them." He said, coming over to her. 

He enhaled her amazing scent. She made him nervous...and horny like a randy 16 year old. 

"Oh, that's fine. I don't mind doing it. " she smiled. He stared at her. She went back to the dishes. He stared at her for a moment more watching as she bit her bottom lip and sucked on it. 

"Well if you insist, I will help dry them." He smiled.

"Why Captain...I am surprised." He grinned. 

"Why?" he took the plate from her. 

"I – I just thought that nevermind." She shook her head. 

"No really...what?" he asked. She smiled up at him...

"You're so big and strong...and I thought men like you don't do dishes." She said. 

He looked surprised. "Well, I'm not sure what men like me do...but I do dishes and a lot more." He said, looking deeply into her eyes. 

She read the desire in them, and looked away, back down at the dishwater. They cleaned and dried in silence for a moment. 

"So, how are you liking it here so far?" he asked. 

"I actually am enjoying myself. Your team has been incredible." She said, leaning over the counter to get the pot. 

He watched as her tee shirt pulled tightly against breasts – perfect breasts. She felt him staring at her, and dropped the pot in the water. 

The water splashed all over her – soaking her tee shirt. She gasped and jumped , bumping into him, her slid his wet hands around her waist. 

They froze. 

She looked up at him, he was staring at her wet tee shirt – her nipples were large and poking through the wet material. 

He felt his growing erection pressing against his khakis. He groaned and leaned down...just as their lips were about to meet - his mobile phone rang. She pulled away, and grabbed a towel. 

He turned his back and took the call. When he got off the phone and turned about around she was gone. He swore, jerked off his beret and ran his fingers through his hair. 

How could he be so stupid! He almost kissed the reporter! He leaned against the sink and swore again, slapping his beret against his knee. 

He had been thinking about her all day, since their morning interview. When he'd seen her in the kitchen, all he wanted to do was get close to her, get to know her – not jump her bones. Not yet. He groaned at his mistake. 

With nothing else left to do, he finished her dishes and went to his room.

All's Fair in Love and War Ch. 02



She avoided him for the next five days, which was easy since she had to report live twice a day and was working closely with her producer and her team back in the states. 

She was just wrapping up a live report when she noticed him leaning against a tree watching. She swallowed hard. He was looking so delectable in his green camouflage and combat boots. Something about this soldier made her weak in the knees. This was out of character for her. 

She certainly didn't come all the way to North Africa to fall for a white, British soldier. A quickie was not in her vocabulary, and long distance relationship...not going to happen. She signed and took out her IFB and picked up her notepad and pen. 

He came over with a smile in place. "Hi." 

"Hi," she said, looking up at him. 

"You are really good at what you do," he said, gesturing at the video camera and Pete. 

"Thanks," she smiled up at him, appreciating the compliment. 

"Uh-do you have a moment?" he asked nervously, taking off his beret and twisting it in his hands. 

She looked at him for a moment. Then nodded. "Yes, what's up?" she asked. He gestured for them to walk away from Pete. They strolled over to a tree. 

"About last week...I wanted to apologize if I crossed the line." He said. 

"There's no need to apologize. You didn't do anything. I was a klutz and bumped into you," She said. 

He stared at her, and gave a nod. 

"You have nothing to worry about," She added, biting her bottom lip. 

He stared down at her, watching as she bit her bottom lip. He stifled a groan. There was something about this woman that made him want to throw caution to the wind, pull her into his arms and kiss her every time he saw her. 

"I – I ."he started. She looked up at him. 

"How's your girlfriend?" she blurted out. 

"Girlfriend?" he frowned. 

"Yes, the officer I saw you with the day we met," She said. 

"Oh – Sarah. No, I broke things off with her, " he said. 

She arched an eyebrow. "I'm sorry," she frowned, secretly relieved. She picked up her duffel bag and jacket. 

"Allow me," he said taking the bag from her, and hoisted it over his shoulder with ease. 

She swallowed, his arms muscled bulged out from his uniform. Once again she felt herself grow moist. What was up with this man. Every time he moved around her, she wanted him desperately.

He walked her back to her hotel room, taking her key and opening the door for her. She gasped when their hands met for a brief moment. 

"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked. His voice unusually husky. 

"Sure. What time would you like me to meet you at the Mess Hall?" she asked. 

He nodded. "No. There's actually a great place on the edge of town that I would love to take you." 

"Oh, really? That sounds great." She smiled. "What did you want to discuss during dinner?" she asked.

"Um...I was hoping that we could just enjoy a nice dinner and get to know each other...?"

"Oh...oh, I see. Sure that sounds nice. I look forward to it." The smile she gave him as she looked up at him, made him loose his breath. 

He was a goner no doubt about it. Her beauty, her body, her class...her smell...God. He wanted to possess her completely. 

That evening, he picked her up at 7pm sharp. She wore a white dress, and flats. Her hair was brushed back into a bun, with tendrils at her nape. She was gorgeous. 

Her eyes widened when she opened the door. He looked so good in his black button down shirt, and beige khakis. She smiled when he said she looked beautiful. 

"Thank you, so do you." Then she realized what she said and looked away. 

"I mean, you look handsome."

He grinned. "Thank you."

They had a quiet dinner in the local restaurant. It was an amazing night. They dined for over four hours...talking, laughing. He escorted her back to the hotel. 

"Would you like to come in?" she asked. He stared down at her. 

"I shouldn't..." he said. She stared up at him. "Okay, then ha-" 

He swore and pulled her up against him for a deep, soul searching kiss. She gasped, and slid her arms around his neck. His tongue slid inside of her mouth – doing all the things his body wanted to do to her. 

"Baby..."he breathed, sucking on her bottom lip. 

She pressed her hands against his chest to pull away. 

"What are we doing?" she gasped breathless. 

He ran his thumb over her puffy, moist bottom lip. 

"What is it about you?" he breathed staring deeply into her eyes. 

She shook her head from side to side, unable to speak. 

The large steel rod pressing against her was begging to be touched. 

"Baby – God you smell and taste so good," he moaned in her mouth. 

"We shouldn't do this," She gasped. 

"I'm sorry...I didn't expect..." 

"Shh." She said. 

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into another soul searching kiss. She couldn't help but return the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they feasted from each other's mouth. 

Just then his mobile rang, startling them. They pulled apart. 

"I – " he started. She covered his mouth with her finger. 

"Shhh – don't say anything. " she said and kissed him again. She was leaving in three days. There was nothing that could be said.

The next day she was called out early from the assignment. She was being sent over to the Middle East, then back to the states. She left without telling him. 



All's Fair in Love and War Ch. 03



Three years later...

"Darryl, I just don't think we are meant to be." She said gently. 

Her boyfriend of to years stared at her hurt, disappointed and angry. 

"Is there someone else?" he asked. 

"No. I would never cheat on you," she said. 

"Then what is it?" he asked angrily, tossing his napkin down on the table. 

"It's ...me." 

"You got that right. Most woman would kill to be with me." He snapped, tossing a few large bills on the table of the restaurant and got up. 

"Dana, how could you do this to me? I wanted to marry you." He said. 

"I know that's why I'm telling you now," she said softly, and watched him walk away. She was sick to her stomach for hurting him, but it had to be done. She couldn't marry him, when she still dreamed of someone else.

A month later...

She was walking out of the news station when someone called her name. She froze thinking she was hearing things. A deep, British accented voice called her name again. 

She turned around slowly. 

He stood in front of her. Tall, rugged, gorgeous, intimidating..."Rick." 

"Hi Dana." He said, hands in pockets looking down at her. 

"Rick...what are you doing here?" she asked in shock. 

"I'm here on business." He said taking her in. She was even more beautiful than he last saw her. Her hair was cut in a very sexy flip that somehow made her look even more exotic. She wore makeup that brought out all the features he loved. Her body – wow – he enhaled deeply. 

"It's been a long time," she said. 

"Too long," He echoed. 

They stood staring at each other. 

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" he asked gruffly. 

She nervously looked at her watch. "I – can I meet you somewhere in an hour?" she asked. 

He agreed. They set a location and she jumped in her taxi – to go home and freak out. 

He stood by the door of the restaurant waiting for her. He was approached by a group of women leaving the restaurant. 

That's how she found him when she came out of the taxi...surrounded by five women, all talking and laughing with him. 

She came up to him, he immediately felt her presence – after three years. He turned to find her there. They women arched their eyebrows. 

He reached out and took her hand, pulling her close to him. 'You're just in time, baby," He said kissing her cheek. 

"Well, we wont keep the two of you. Have a good night." One of the women said. 

As they walked away, they both heard another say..."Lucky lady." 

Once they settled in the restaurant at their table, they both stared at each other. "How did you find me?" she blurted out. 

"I have my sources, being in the military and all," he smiled. She arched an eyebrow. 

"Why did you fine me?" she asked, putting her elbows on the table and her chin on top of her hands. He stared at her, then looked down at his hands, as he rubbed them together. 

"I wanted to find out why you left without saying goodbye." He said, staring back up at her. 

She enhaled sharply. "I – you knew I was leaving. We both did." 

"You could have said goodbye." 

"I hate saying goodbye." 

"I've missed you." He said. She trembled by the intensity of his stare. She bit her bottom lip and sucked on it. His eyes burned. 

"It's been three years. I've moved on." She said softly. 

He sat back in his chair, took a deep swallow of his drink. And looked around the restaurant. 

"I'm assuming you did too." She said. 

"I haven't and I intend to win you." He said. 

She sputtered. "Win me? It's been three years, we live in two different countries. You're in the British military. Need I keep listing all the ways this won't work?" she said. 

He sighed. "You've obviously thought about it. This gives me hope." He said. She snorted unladylike and took a sip of her water. 

"Shall we order?" he asked. She nodded. They ate and chatted about their work, life now, and their goals. 

They shared a taxi as he insisted that he see her home. 

When they arrived at her place, he walked her to the elevator, and up to her floor. 

"Good night and I hope that you return to England safe and sound," she said looking up at him. 

He stared at her then swore, and cupped the back of her, pulling her close. He took her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that turned sweet, seductive and sultry – he plundered her mouth and she could do nothing but fall back onto the door and wrap her arms around his neck. 

"Rick." She moaned. He tasted so good. She swallowed his saliva as his tongue ravished her mouth. She couldn't help but return the kiss. 

When the kiss was over, they were both breathing hard. "I don't leave for a few days. I'd like to see you tomorrow."

She slowly opened her eyes. Her lips were moist and pouty from the intense kiss. 

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." She said shaking her head. 

He kissed her again. 

"You have to stop this." She breathed. He kissed her again. This time he groaned when her tongue met his and tangled with it. 

"Please." She breathed. He pressed his erection against her stomach. 

She pulled his head down farther to get more of his mouth. She sucked on his bottom lip before slowly pulling away. "I've missed you too." She admitted. 

He caressed her face. "Call me crazy, but I know we can make this work." He said. 

"How can you be so sure?" she asked. 

"Because I haven't thought about anything else in the past three years." He said. 

She nodded, caressing his face. "Me too." 

They kissed some more and she invited him in. 

They shared a bed that night – but only kissed and cuddled. It was beautiful. The next morning, she fixed breakfast while he showered. 

She was fixing eggs when he came in – in nothing but a towel. She swallowed. 

"It should be against the law for anyone to look that good in a towel." She said. He grinned and leaned down to kiss her. 

"Or an apron." He said tugging on her strings. She laughed and fixed them both a plate of food. They ate hurriedly, and then he had to go back to his hotel and onwards to his meeting. 

"Can I see you tonight?" he asked. 

"Yes, come for dinner. I'll cook." She said. 

"Really?" he asked excitedly. 

She laughed. "Yes. Really." 

"I'll be here." He promised as she walked him to the door. 

"Good. I'll see you soon." She said. He bent down and kissed her. 

"Mmm....can't wait."

Dinner was delicious. He ate two portions and desert. They sat on the sofa and talked softly. He massaged her feet as they talked. She felt so relaxed. 

She tucked one foot into his lap, and brushed against his erection. She widened her eyes. 

"I'm sorry. You have that effect on me." He said, lifting her foot and kissing it. 

She shrieked. "I'm ticklish." 

He kissed her foot again, and she giggled and squirmed. Tempted he trailed kisses on each of her toes loving how she shrieked and twisted. Her dress riding up, dangerously revealing her panties. He growled and pulled her onto his lap. 

"Trying to get away from me again?" he asked, kissing her. She laughed and kissed him back. 

"Don't you have to go?" she asked kissing him again. His hands slid up her legs to her thigh. 

"I do," he moaned, burying his face in her chest and enhaled her scent.



All's Fair in Love and War Ch. 04



She bit her lip, and with gathered strength, she pushed him away. 

He stumbled back. "What's wrong?" He asked.

She looked away from him, down at the floor. "This is insane. I can't do this."

He ran his fingers through his hair. He heard the uncertainty in her voice and the shakiness. 

"I'm sorry. You're right...." He started. 

She kept her head turned away from him. 

"I shouldn't have barged into your life the way I did," he admitted. She still didn't say anything. 

"Dana, please say something..."

After a long moment, she looked up at him. He gasped. He saw fear in her beautiful brown eyes. "Oh sweetie..." he began stepping back to her. She held up both hands to stop him.

"No. Don't," she said. 

"Ok, okay...let's just talk." He urged gently. 

"Rick. I can't do this. You don't know me. What were you expecting?" she asked furiously. "I am not what you think I am. I can't give you anything!" 

He couldn't do anything but stare at her perplexed, wondering who she was and where the woman went who had just kissed his breath away. 

This new woman was staring at him as if she had never seen him before. She was shaking and close to tears.

He began to raise his hands to touch hers, but she flinched. He dropped his hands and stared at her for a moment more. 

"What do you want me to do, Dana?" His voice was hoarse. She bit her bottom lip and looked away. 

"I need you to leave."

He ran his fingers through his hair once more, and shifted from one foot to the other.

"PLEASE! JUST GO!!!" she screamed. 

He swore and walked away. 

When the door closed shut, she crumbled against the wall and cried for what seemed like hours. When she finally pulled herself up to take a shower, she looked like hell. 

Her eyes were puffy like someone had hit her in both eyes. Her makeup was smeared completely and all she wanted to do was cry some more. 

He must think she's crazy. She thought. In truth, all she had wanted to do was keep kissing him. But something deep down told her that this...whatever it was, was going to end in heartache and it would be her heart breaking.

It always did. 

It always started exciting and meaningful...full of promise and long kisses. All of the men she had ever loved had pretended to care, but they always found someone better. It was usually someone they could love freely. 

She, on the other hand, was always just a truck stop – great for a good meal, gas up...and then they were off to their destination – where they really wanted to be. She couldn't go there again. Not this time. Not with Rickard. She knew the moment she woke up and looked into his beautiful eyes that he could break her heart. 

"Your grand gesture almost had me," she said out loud. "What? I'm supposed to fling my panties off at hello, and wave good-bye at the airport tomorrow? Then wait patiently for you to make the rules, set the schedule and expect me to always be accessible. No, thank you."

She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body and wash away the tears that kept flowing.

Meanwhile, Rick made his way back to the Hilton, in a shock. He ran the scene over and over in his head, but for the life of him he didn't know where things went wrong. She had been kissing him, for God's sake! 

Yes, he should have walked away, and he was going to. But she was looking so good he had to kiss her. But then SHE pulled him close and welcomed his kisses and touch. It had been perfect. 

He hadn't planned on anything more that a just a taste before he was going to leave and make a promise to see her the next day. 

"That's all I wanted," he said aloud. 

"Excuse me?" the taxi driver asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Nothing," Rickard said shaking his head, as if trying to clear it. Where did it all go wrong, he sighed to himself this time. 

When the taxi driver arrived at his hotel, he paid him without looking at the bill before handing it over. He slowly made his way to his room, feeling like shit. Before he went to bed he tried to call her. The phone went straight to voice mail. 

She was right. He barely knew her. But for the past three years, he had thought of nothing else but her. Her gorgeous almond shaped eyes, her smell...that feeling of need. 

He had tried to erase her from his mind the moment he'd went to the American Embassy the day after their dinner. They had told him that she and Pete left – were heading back to the states. 

She hadn't told him she was leaving early. He was angry. But the anger turned back into need...and he was never quite able to shake it. 

Yes, he had been with other women since then. But there was something about her. He had never even considered falling in love with a black woman. 

Not that he was against it, but because he really never been around many. In fact, with his line of work, there were very few women of any kind that did it for him. But Dana – damn! She was the complete package...fiesty, sexy, smart, fearless and smelled so damn good. 

His friends thought that he was crazy for taking a vacation – the first in two years – so go "chase after a fantasy", as they put it. But he had to know if what he had felt was just based on meaningless desire. 

Seeing her earlier, in the flesh, was intoxicating. And when she agreed to go to dinner with him, he knew this was fate and was going to work out. 

Maybe he rushed it. Maybe he should not have gotten physical. It was his fault...he shouldn't have been so cave man like. 

The next morning, he decided to purchase farewell flowers and took them to her job. 

"What in God's name are you doing here?" she gasped, as soon as she spotted him. 

He held his free hand up in surrender. 

'I just wanted to apologize for barging into your life yesterday and upsetting up. I should not have done that. I very sorry." He said. She stared up at him. 

'I don't know what to say," she admitted. 

"Say you'll forgive me."

"I – I ..."

"For—give ---me." He said with a smile. She couldn't help but crack a smile, though it lasted a second. 

"I really have to go..."

"Ok. I just wanted to bring a peace offering and say that I am sorry. I never meant to ..."

"I know. " she said. They never mean to....

He tilted his hand to the side and eyed her. "Won't you accept the flowers?"

She stared at the gorgeous bouquet of white roses. "They're beautiful."

"They remind me of you."

"You shouldn't have ..."

"I wanted to."

She took them from him, and sniffed them. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He said. "Have a good day." He started to walk away. 

Just as he was about to round the corner at the end of the corridor, she called his name. He froze. 

She placed the flowers on the receptionist desk and caught up with him. 

"Rickard -." She said his name again. 

He turned around. "Yes?"

"When do you return to Europe?"

"Tomorrow."

She bit her bottom lip. 

"Why?"

She looked away nervously, then back at him.

"I – I'd like to invite you to dinner."

"Really? Tonight?"

"Yes. My place – 7?"

He smiled..."I will be there." He did a salute and walked away, hoping the pep in his step was not too obvious. 

That evening he came over and they talked softly over dinner. They took dessert over to the sofa and just as she was about bite into her chocolate cake he asked her...

"Can we talk about the other night?"

"I would rather not." She said softly, putting her plate down. He pulled her close into his arms. 

"I understand that it's difficult, but I'd like to learn more about you. What makes you tick...? What makes you snap...?" He smiled. 

She covered her face and groaned. 

He laughed.

"Sorry...I shouldn't have said that."

"No, it's okay...you deserve to know." She proceeded to share her story of "love 'em. Leave 'em with him. He sat and listened attentively.

When she was finished, he took her hand and kissed the front and then the palm. 

"I would never – ever hurt you like that." He swore, staring deeply into her eyes. 

She nodded. 

"I promise you, baby." He said.

"What do you want from me?" she asked. 

"I want you, like I've never wanted any other woman." He admitted. She gasped. 

"I promise you, I will not hurt you." He breathed. 

"Promise?"

"Swear."

She kissed him slowly, tasting the chocolate and his taste. He moaned, careful not to do anything to scare her. 

She kissed him again, sliding a hand behind his head. He growled, opening his mouth for her tongue. 

When they pulled away breathless, they stared into each other eyes deeply. 

"My flight leaves at 6am," he said, rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. 

She nodded and closed her eyes. 

"You should ...go." 

"I would much rather stay here with you..." he breathed, nuzzling her ear with his nose. She enhaled...

"Rick –"

"Yes?" he said just before taking her mouth again in a soul searing kiss. 

She slid her arms around his neck, and he pulled her on hip lap so that she straddled him. 

"Rickard – " she gasped, arching when she felt his big, hard hands slide up the inside of her blouse.

She sighed. "You should go. You only have a few hours...." She said. 

"You're right." He groaned, burying his head in her cleavage. 

They both didn't move for what seemed like 20 minutes. She could feel his erection pressing against her pussy. She couldn't help but grind against it...just once. 

He cried out, sliding his hand beneath her cherry colored skirt and cupping her bottom, pressing her down harder on him. He could feel her wetness through her panties and his trousers. 

She cupped the back of his head and pulled it up so that she could kiss him one last time. 

He took over the kiss with a fierce growl, and slid his hands inside her panties – cupping her smooth bottom as he ground up into her mimicking what he really wanted to do. She cried out and his tongue hungrily sought every crevice of her mouth and hers his. 

He tore his mouth away, to find her nipple pressing angrily against her blouse. He bit it through the blouse and bra causing her to cry out again. 

In five hours he was to board a plane and go back overseas. They were in her apartment on her sofa doing everything but having intercourse. 

Her hand was rubbing him hungrily, his hand was squeezing the breast he was sucking on. They both wanted so much more – 

"Rickhhhh..." she moaned. 

He lifted his head and dropped it on the back of the sofa. They were both breathing hard and extremely aroused. 

"This is very difficult." She started. 

"You have no idea." He said.

He ripped open her blouse and pulled her breast out of her silk bra and proceeded licking her nipple then sucking on it like a starving man. 

"God, I've been dying to taste you for years," he groaned, sliding a hand down her stomach and dipped his finger inside of her. 

He pulled it out wet and stuck it inside his mouth. "Mmmm..." he moaned. 

"What are we going to do?" she asked, kissing him. 

"Phone sex. Lots and lots and lots..." he said. 

"Hmmm.." she thought about it as she nibbled on his delectable earlobe. 

He groaned, undoing his pants, and pulling himself out to rub against her moist center. Her smell was driving him crazy – dizzy with desire.

She gasped, sucking on his bottom lip. 

"Baby I need you." He said, rubbing harder against her core. She rubbed back. She was close to coming...he knew it. 

She clung to him and rubbed against him faster she tossed her head back, exposing her throat. He licked it, sucked on the side – leaving a mark just as she came. 

When she came back down, he took her hand and wrapped it around himself, burying his face in her nape. She rubbed him up and down until she heard him groan in her neck and stiffen in her hand – he exploded. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close . 

At two in the morning, she went back to his place with him, helped him pack and together they went to the airport. 

They held hands until he had to board the plane. She didn't want to let him go. He felt the same way. 

"I'll be back soon." He whispered, as they held each other. 

The airlines called his flight. 

"I miss you already," she pouted. 

"Me too, but I will call you as soon as I land."

She nodded, kissed him and watched him walk away. 



All's Fair In Love And Warcraft



It was just another normal late Saturday afternoon. Marc sat in front of his computer, grinding away and trying to level up in World of Warcraft. Across from him, sitting at her own computer was his girlfriend Ashley, who was also grinding away at the same game. Occasionally, Ashley would growl and let out a little curse when a swarm of monsters would attack her. Of course, Marc would be right there to have her back and keep her character alive. 

"You know," Marc said, "maybe we should find another area to play. You know, one that you wont constantly get your character raped."

"No," said Ashley as she glanced at her boyfriend from behind her glasses with her piercing green eyes. "This area is perfect. The monsters are just the right level to allow me to level up even faster for the dungeon raid tonight."

"Alright," Marc said with a sigh and brushed his shaggy brown hair out of his face. He knew better than to argue with her when she was as determined like she was. Plus, he knew that tonight's raid was an important one. Everyone in their guild had spent nearly a month prepping for it, and if they couldn't pull it off... Well, Marc didn't want to think about how some of his guild mates might take it. Some of them took this game a little to seriously sometimes. 

"FUCK!" Ashley shouted. She had gone ahead of Marc and when she rounded a corner, a hundred demons swarmed on her from every direction and killed her. Of course, once they were finished with her, they killed Marc as well. "Great... Now I have to wait till I can respawn and then make my way all the way to the dungeon and through it to where we were.

"No big deal," said Marc. "Shit like this happens. Better it happen now than later tonight."

"Yeah, I guess," Ashley said as she stood up and stretched, her tight shirt being pulled even tighter across her lovely 32 B sized breasts. Of course, the sight of this instantly grabbed Marc's attention.

"So," Marc said as he stared at the woman he loved. "We got about ten minutes to kill before we respawn..."

"Yeah?" Ashley said. She then looked at Marc and saw the look in his eyes. It was a look she knew very well. It was his "wanna fuck" look. 

"You can't be serious," she said, but Marc just smiled at her and wiggled his eyebrows, causing her to let out a little laugh. "Fine," she finally said after a moment and typed AFK into the game before heading towards the bed in their small one room apartment. Marc typed the same into his game before jumping up and running after Ashley.

Marc grabbed her, spun her around and kissed her deeply.

"No, no, no," Ashley said as she broke the kiss. "No time for foreplay. We have less than nine minutes, so we need to make this quick."

As fast as they could, the two lovers stripped and fell onto the bed. Ashley rolled Marc onto his back as she grabbed his hard 6 ½ inch cock and slipped it into her tight, wet pussy. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly she could get wet at just the thought of sex with Marc. Thirty seconds ago, she wasn't even horny. And yet now, she was already quickly approaching her own orgasm as she rid his shaft.

Marc was in heaven as he looked up at Ashley. He was a lucky man and he knew it. Doubly so when she started to grind on him while squeezing her inner walls around his manhood, causing him to let out a moan of pleasure. Ashley smiled as he moaned and started to move up and down on him again.

"Oh god," Ashley squeaked as she fell forward on Marc, her orgasm hitting her like a ton of bricks. Marc started kissing her along her neck as he started to thrust up into her and soon his own orgasm came, spewing his seed deep into her body.

The two lovers held each other for a few minutes as they came down from their sexual high. Marc looked over at his computer screen just in time to see his character come back to life.

"Ash," she said, gently kissing her forehead.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as she slowly got up and walked over to the computer naked. Marc couldn't help but smile as he watched her lovely ass as she walked before jumping up and sitting at his computer naked and joining her in continuing their game and wondering just what the hell he did right in his past to have the most perfect girl in the world.



The End