C. Brown - Fraternizing

"What issues?" Hutchins asked, looking overly concerned. "I live next door to him."

Just as I was about to explain to him what had happened that night in Dalton's room, all of the instructors stepped out, calling for attention and prompting us to assemble ourselves in formation.

"You are taking your first test on the information that has been presented to you over the course of this last week. Hopefully you all studied because from here on out, the information will only come faster and will grow more and more difficult in succession," Jensen yelled, his characteristic bulldog persona on full display.

Sgt. Cruz stood there, scanning the crowd with his eyes, but holding his head steady so as not to gain any undue attention. When he spotted me, he licked and sucked on his bottom lip, putting my conscience on high alert as I tried inconspicuously to see if anyone else had caught on. No one seemed to notice until my eyes locked with Sgt. Castillo. Her eyes seared me as she looked between me and Sgt. Cruz, trying desperately to figure out what was going on between the two of us.

Before long, the formation was calling out, "Yes, Sergeant," and I missed it all because I was lost with my mind elsewhere.

The formation began breaking down with everyone moving to their respective classrooms. Dalton made his way over to me before turning right for his class and folded his arm, placing his elbow on my shoulder.

"Transformers is showing at the base theater tonight. You coming with us?"

"I hadn't even thought about it, I'll let you know," I replied since I had no idea what it was or what it was about.

Footsteps pounded the ground, bringing a strong presence closely behind me.

"You should be thinking about the test you're about to take," Cruz said lowly, surprising both Dalton and me as he stood firmly behind me, looking at Dalton.

Dalton's eyes enlarged, almost as if the fear of God had been put into him. He stepped back quickly, surprise and fear thickly laced in his eyes. I couldn't see Sgt. Cruz's face as he stood behind me, but from what I could read from Dalton, Cruz wasn't taking too kindly to his movie invite.

"Yes, Sgt. On my way now," Dalton said, giving me an inquisitive look before turning to make his way to his classroom. He looked back at me as he walked away, still puzzled by whatever had just transpired.

I slowly turned around to meet Cruz's all-encompassing stare, flames flaring up inside of me as I stood so close to him but unable to actually touch him. An internal battle struck as I had to remind myself that I couldn't just reach out and touch him, even though it was all my tingling hands wanted to do. The imaginary barrier placed between us, courtesy of the Marine Corps, had a strangle hold on me, causing my breath to hitch.

"Don't make me jealous with that little fuck," he said, trying to keep his voice down but unable to do so.

"Excuse me?" I asked, a bit taken aback by his statement. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I mean. I don't play nice when someone tries to take what's mine," he whispered in my ear, then stepped back, smirking at me.

I took a deep breath, feeling every syllable of his words wash over me, flooding me in need and want. He had just stood there and claimed me, and I was all too willing to let it happen.

He turned and walked away, leaving me standing with a lazy grin, feeling like I had been left in a drunken stupor. I watched as he walked away in his Service Charlies, the three, heavily starched lines on the back of his khaki shirt bulging with every movement of his profoundly defined back. His green pants hugged his rock hard ass with every step he took, forcing my mind to think of what I would do if I were ever given the opportunity to grab a hold of it.

Finally realizing that I was one of the last few to make my way inside, I picked up my binder and turned in the direction of my classroom, my eyes landing on Sgt. Castillo who looked like she was ready to attack. She had seen our interaction, and the ferocious glare she shot in my direction served as a warning that things were probably about to become a bit more challenging. 

Alex

I was beginning to get a tad bit too cocky for my own fucking good, but even with that acknowledgement, I couldn't find the self-restraint to hold myself back from testing the waters and seeing just how far I could get with Bennett. Sure, my fucking promotion would be snatched away from me quicker than I could take my next breath, and I could quite possibly lose my current rank, my pay, and be court martialed, but none of that seemed to matter whenever she was around. Her presence was the fog on my brain that left me unable to think. I tried to forget about her, but it drove me fucking insane.

Every free moment I had somehow drifted to her. Her long flowing hair, that gorgeous fucking smile, and the sweet, soothing sound of her voice, all of it had me in a trance, one that I didn't know how, nor did I want to find my way out of.

With the vigorous restrictions set up to prevent situations like the one that I now found myself in, I had to get creative with ways to get some alone time with Bennett. Unbeknownst to her, Newsome was sent into her room to find something, or in this case, create something that could turn into a screaming rage fest for him, thus bringing me into the room. I heard his tirade as he laid into her, and even though he thought she was just the lucky one that I had picked to make an example out of, he enjoyed that shit far too much and I had to keep myself from running into that room and bashing his face into the ground. He had done what I'd instructed him to do, but I didn't like the level that he took it to, and it pissed me off thinking of how angry or scared she may have been in that moment. Newsome is a big guy who can come off as an overly intimidating asshole.

The second I was able to be alone with her, all of the anger subsided, bringing a relative calm over me. That calm was the fucking problem because when it struck, it put my thought process on hold and allowed me to do shit that I knew for a fact I shouldn't be doing, like running my hands up her torso while I kissed her sweet fucking neck. Doors were wide ass open as I stood there, ready to seep into her, knowing damn well that I wouldn't be able to. All common sense escaped me when she came near, making me do stupid shit that could jeopardize everything for the both of us. I needed to reign my shit back in, but I found I was severely lacking the will power, and it would ultimately destroy me.

 I just knew it would.

Sitting in the back of the classroom as they took their tests, my mind wandered back to Dalton and the smile that seemed to creep onto his face every time he got near her. His fucking hands, no matter how harmlessly they touched her, sent my mind to a place that I didn't need it to be. I meant what I said about not playing nice when someone tries to take something of mine, and even though I may have come on too strong, or overly aggressive, I was done with the bullshit. It was time to stake my claim and cement that shit.

Thinking about sitting on duty all night on a fucking Friday night when all of the guys would be at Coyotes, and she would be off enjoying her time with that little dipshit, was frustrating me all over again. Could I make her stay in? As her instructor, absolutely. Would I? No. But that didn't mean that I couldn't find some way to steal some time away with her.

"Time," Jensen shouted as the timer on the desk went off.

I stood in the back of the room near the door, waiting for the students to turn in their papers before walking out for their break.

"You will have a fifteen minute break before we start the next session. Turn your papers in to Sgt. Cruz on your way out," Jensen said.

The class filed out, dropping their papers off with me as they made their way out the door. Ruiz was directly behind Bennett as they approached, making it difficult to get her to steal away for a minute with me. Bennett reached me and stopped, placing her paper on top of the pile as I tried to nonchalantly nod my head in the direction of the room that would take us away from everyone else. She looked as if she got it, softly smiling as our eyes left one another. Ruiz moved forward, dropping off her paper and giving me a suspicious glare which I gladly returned. Whatever the fuck it was that she thought she knew, I needed to make sure that she stayed a few steps behind us.

As soon as Ruiz walked out of the room, I turned my attention back over to Jensen and Newsome, who I needed to get out of the room as well.

"Hey, man. We're going to make a quick turnaround trip to Vegas tomorrow. You comin'?" Newsome asked, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. I had never been so thankful that this fucker smoked.

"Fuck, I've got duty all night, so no, I won't be up and ready to go to Vegas in the morning."

"Sucks for you, man. Friday night duty. I'll drink a few in your honor," Jensen chimed in. "But right now, I need to take a monstrous piss. Too much coffee this morning."

He tore out of the room before either of us had the chance to say anything more to him. I didn't care since it left me with one less person to have to get rid of.

Finally, I had the room all to myself. I stridently walked over to the side that held a door which remained locked from the outside. I gently pushed it open, not wanting to alert anyone who may have been nearby that someone was using that entrance. Bennett stood there, hidden by the wall that lay adjacent to the door, her soul sucking green eyes pulling me in the second that our eyes locked. I pulled her into the room, pressing her against the wall as I ran my lips up and down her tiny, delicate neck. That familiar vanilla and fruit flavored smell overcame me, sending me back to Coyotes and all of the excitement that took place there. She eagerly tilted her head to the side, giving me further access to her neck as I worked my lips up and down, kissing and suckling every inch of skin exposed to me.

Our chests moved in erratic succession, both of us breathing hard as the need to let go of some of this sexual tension mounted. Her hands wrapped around my head, pulling me even closer to her as one of my hands lay on her cheek while the other snaked down and firmly clasped onto her ass. I paused to pull back, needing to look at her, to drink her in.

"Are you crazy?" she asked, still breathing hard while trying to catch her breath.

I sucked on my bottom lip, wanting to cut the chit chat and take advantage of every second that I had with her.

"I must be, because right now, nothing else fucking matters but you," I lowly grumbled, hoping to get back to fulfilling my need to touch her, to taste her, to be with her.

"You know we could--"

My mouth crashed down on hers just as she was about to beat me over the head with a dose of reality. I didn't want to hear what could happen should anyone catch us, I didn't give a shit in that moment. I just wanted her, and I wasn't about to waste another second denying myself of her any longer.

My tongue moved aggressively with hers, swirling around in her mouth and trying to taste every inch of her. Her hands held strong to the back of my neck, prompting me to place both of mine on her ass, squeezing and lifting her off the ground. My hard cock was pounding with an aching need to get inside of her, and as it sat at the entrance of her pussy, clothing once again inhibiting us, I felt her gently beginning to rock to and fro, further taunting and teasing me.

"You don't want to do that," I growled, warning her that I was in a primal state, and there was no telling how far I would be willing to go.

She didn't stop, further rocking her hips over my cock, sending pain and pleasure from root to tip. Her movements were making it damn near unbearable to not rip her clothes off, bend her over, and fuck the living lights out of her.

"Yeah, start roundin' em' up," I heard Jensen call out, startling Bennett.

She stopped moving and stared into my eyes, the innocence putting a smile on my face.

"Me and You. Your room tonight," I told her through labored pants just as fear went off in her eyes.

"How can you? You're on duty? That's worse than right now."

I held her up with one arm and placed a finger over her lips.

"Don't doubt me, Blondie. I make shit happen."