[NSFW] musesandlyrics | 6.28. Black Eyed Peas lyrics
6.28. I know that we'll have a ball
If we get down and go out and just lose it all
I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go
Let's go way out spaced out and losing all control
I Gotta Feeling - Black Eyed Peas
Co-written with shoothetarget
Fox had left Wesley back at their apartment while he whined about his sausage-less McMuffin. She hadn't wanted to put up with his pouting face on the drive to Fort Sam, even if he had helped her get the address out from the hotel people. Sometimes Wesley really did need a good smacking around, but she didn't have time. She wanted to find Rob as quickly as possible. She was wearing a white dress similar to the one she'd worn when she'd met Wesley the first time, her hair only partially pulled back. She slammed her heels down on the gas pedal of her classic Ford Mustang. The restored car one of the first things she bought after opening the tattoo parlour. When she had been in the Fraternity, they had taken pride in stealing whatever cars they needed, but Fox had to admit there was something nice about knowing it was hers.
The silver painted vehicle sped towards the army base, and she actually had to admit there were some nerves kicking into play. What if she found Rob, and he really was fucking some army chick? What if the pricks at the gate didn't let her in, even if she was dolled up and ready to play the crying fiancée card. She was still sure that sneaking onto the base was a more viable option, but Wesley insisted on the stupid fucking game of charades. If she failed, she wasn't going to hold back in beating the shit out of him.
She still had no idea if she could pull off a serious relationship, but at least some of the pressure was off with the knowledge that Rob would be shipped out again at some point. She could be here when he came back, and for now, but when he was away Fox could just be herself. She wasn't used to relying on anyone, and she had no idea if that's what he wanted. Did he want some goddamn useless damsel in distress, was he okay with an independent woman that would eat him alive if he did something to hurt her?
Fox was only a few miles away now, and she almost missed the Firebird on the side of the road. The white car triggered something in her mind, and she quickly pulled up off the road right behind it as she slammed on the brakes. Fox killed the engine of the Mustang, and for a moment just sat and stared out her windshield. Someone was sitting in the car in front of her, and she felt her heart skip a beat. No one had gotten under her skin like the soldier, and she had to wonder if it was really going to be as easy as finding him here in his car.
Fox got out, and came up by the driver's side window, her sunglasses still on as she leaned down and tapped on the window. It was Rob, no doubt about it. Her lips curved into a smile and she tilted her head as she looked at him questioningly.
Rob had just needed a break, some fresh air, some freedom. Any of it. All of it. He might not be in a warzone right now, but the barracks could feel claustrophobic post-deployment. There was always a yearning to just not be locked up behind walls of security and surrounded by people in camos. He just needed to get out and drive. Driving helped clear his head. He couldn't be sure if he felt guilty about sleeping with Charlie. No doubt about it, the sex had been awesome. It was hard, it was hot, it was rough. She took as much as he gave, and it was an act of just sheer arousal and tension on both their parts. By the time they were done, the muscles in his lower back were aching just from the sheer exertion of it. It had been a need, not a want. But he had been left slightly confused by it, wondering if he had used Charlie, even if she assured him it was fine and she didn't mind. So, there was sex, driving, and smoking. He used to smoke in his younger, more social days. But after everything, and the sexual overload coupled with the euphoria overload of being home and away from the risk of being shot at or blown up, Rob had been left thinking that he still did really need a smoke.
He had only gotten as far as buying a packet, though, which now sat on his dash board as he relaxed back in the driver's seat of his Firebird, dark aviator sunglasses on his face. He was just watching the sprawling greenery around him, enjoying the... nothing. He was enjoying the nothing. A can of Coke was in his hand, resting on his thigh and the knock on his window was the only thing that jolted him out of his daydream. He had been feeling slightly like he was in drugged haze, but not quite. It had just been the first moment in a long, long time he had finally let himself chill out, and it really was on par with taking a hit of weed. The thing was, when he looked to see who was knocking - wondering why anyone would be knocking in the first place, on account of the fact he was parked on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere - he really did think for a moment that he was maybe hallucinating. After a moment of frozen surprise, he pushed the sunglasses up onto his head and wound the window down, looking out up at her as his eyebrows rose. "What, you stalking me now, darlin'?" he joked in his Southern drawl, shooting her a smirk of amusement.
"I think maybe 'hunting' is more the word I'd use," Fox said as she pushed her own sunglasses up onto her head and rest her arms on the window. Her blue eyes searched over his face as she continued to smile, relief starting to flood through her at knowing she'd found him again. She ran her tongue over her top lip. "I forgot to give you something back at the hotel. You're actually a hard man to find, Rob Laird."
Rob looked at her curiously, tilting his head slightly. "Oh yeah? And there I was thinking our time had just come to an end," he told her, clearing his throat. He shifted in his seat, resting his elbow on the steering wheel so he could see her face a little more clearly. His stomach gave a little jump with a mix of nerves and excitement. Hopefully the thing she wanted to give him wasn't a knee in the nuts. This was weird, really weird. He couldn't tell if she was joking about the hunting thing or not. "You had three days to ask how to find me," he reminded her.
Fox ducked her head as she let out a husky laugh, and glanced back at him from under her dark lashes as she smiled wryly. "Apparently I'm a pussy when it comes to asking something like that. Figured I was saving us both some hassle, but it turns out that bullshit saying is true about knowing what you want once it's gone. I don't want our time to fucking end if it's alright with you. I wanted to give you my number. Make sure you had at least one way to find me, soldier." She shifted, and reached into the car to cup his face with her hand as she leaned in to kiss him hungrily. It might have been awkward as all fuck given she was half hanging out of the car, but she didn't give a shit. "I want you."
Rob was slightly breathless in the wake of the kiss. Any words he had been about to offer had died on his lips when she kissed him, and he had started to kiss back with as much hunger before she broke it again. He had to laugh, flicking the handle on the car door to open it and he stepped out, coming to stand right up close to her so their lips were only inches away and their bodies would be pressed together if he just breached that tiny gap. "I could have called you at the parlour," he pointed out, eyes sweeping over her face, coming to rest on her lips as he slowly licked his own. "I only needed to know you wanted me to."
Fox blinked, her hands sweeping over his chest before she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in nice and close. "I don't live there," she countered. "And I don't know about you, but how many times would you have needed a booty call at three in the afternoon? Home number's better, baby. Means we can have phone sex. You can tell me all your dirty little desires." Fox dropped one hand between their bodies, and cupped him through his jeans. "So, do you know now?"
Rob sniggered. "I'm a dude. You'd be surprised how often a booty call would be appreciatively answered at three in the afternoon," he replied. The phone sex he wasn't overly sure of. He'd never done it. It wasn't like his wife was going to cater to a little dirty talk when he was overseas. She hadn't even acknowledged his attempt to flirt with her via email. He was probably going to need a little guidance in that whole realm. "You seem so sure I ain't just a wholesome, traditional Southern guy..." His breath left him in a rush. He was already hard. His cock had sprung to action with it's only welcome as soon as she had kissed him. It had been thoughts of her touch that had gotten him a raging hard-on in the shower that night he and Charlie got it on. Raging almost to the point it was painful. He had sympathies for those blokes who had constant erections as a side effect of Viagra, only this wasn't chemically aided. Not at all. "I might need a lil more convincing."
"Then you'll just have to call me at the parlour as well as at home." Her hand rubbed against him as she used the heel of her palm to create friction. Fox's mouth slid over his jaw, and she sucked on it briefly before her mouth stopped next to his ear. Her breathing was already shallow, and she was wet. She could feel the slickness between her thighs. All it had taken was knowing it was him in the car. She hadn't had sex since their last encounter, and while she'd tried to beg Wesley to help her out, the little shit hadn't wanted to play. She'd been left with her thoughts and memories of Rob, and no outlet other than her own fingers. And they were nowhere near what she needed. She needed the real deal; she needed Rob. "I'm not wearing any underwear," she whispered, her hand still rubbing against him forcefully. "All I've been thinking about is you, and how much I want you, and need you. Do you understand just how wet you make me?"
There was a part of Rob's brain that was still trying to tell him this had to be a dream. With her hand doing that to his cock, he realised he hadn't been satiated at all. He just kept wanting more, and more. She was like a drug and he highly suspected she could literally fuck him to death if they had the opportunity. But what a hell of a way to die. She was wearing a dress, and no underwear. It was like all his Christmases had come at once and the only thing stopping him exploding and coming in his pants like a horny teeanger was the burning urge to be inside her and feel just how wet he made her. She was challenging him, and it was driving him wild. His skin felt like it was on fire and he grabbed her in a heated embrace, slamming their lips together in a bruising kiss as he pushed her up against the hood of his car. He hitched the hem of her dress up, pushing her legs open so he could just a little bit better access. When his fingers dipped between her legs, feeling the hot, damp arousal there, he gave a growling moan of impatience, wishing he was maybe Scottish in a kilt and not fucking wearing jeans.
Fox let out a moan at feeling his fingers against her. It was like there was already an explosion, tiny dots dancing at the edge of her vision. Just one touch from him was already more than anything she could achieve on her own. He really was addictive, and Fox was never going to be satiated enough. Not until he had her screaming over and over in ecstasy. Even then she'd still crave him. One arm looped around his neck as she wrapped a leg around his and lifted the other one up. Her other hand stopped squeezing his cock long enough to get his fly undone and started to push his jeans past his hips. Her teeth caught onto his bottom lip and she bit down until she tasted blood, lapping at it with her tongue. Once again the fact that they were out in public - even if it was the middle of nowhere - was way down her list of concerns. She managed to get his erection to spring free of his jeans and pulled him right up against her as she grabbed his ass. She had no idea what the fuck was happening between them, just that any time they were together it was like a fuse had been lit.
Rob could feel his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation. There was already a light sheen of perspiration prickling his skin and thoughts of literally everything else but taking her right here, right now, flew out of his mind. There wasn't even a concern that her squeezing his ass actually hurt from the healing tattoo. In fact, it was a bolt of pleasure mixed with the pain, and it caused his cock to jump as he anticipated driving deeply into her again. How did she manage to make him such a lost cause? How had he gone a year without sex? With Fox, it was like he could barely last a few days. Never in his life had someone matched him like this, spurred him on to the point of desperation. Little things like remembering condoms with her were completely lost. They did it once without, what was another time? He never thought he would be the sort of idiot to resort to the excuse that he wanted to feel a chick without a latex barrier, but he really fucking did. And besides, no way was he stopping to get a rubber on right now. Not when she was this close and all he had to do was thrust forward and bury himself balls-deep inside her. He growled against her lip, scraping the front of her dress down to gain access to her tits. He couldn't stop himself wondering what it would be like to bury his cock between them, and the thought alone winded him, catching his breath. There was no holding back now, he pushed her legs open further, grabbing her thigh to hitch her leg up around his waist and thrust forward sharply, taking her deeply with a grunt of determination.
Fox still gripped onto Rob's ass as he thrust inside her, her forehead pressed against his as she cried out just from feeling him deep inside her. Fuck the condoms, she needed to feel him just as much as he wanted to feel her. She wanted to feel every damn inch of him, and then when the time came she wanted to feel him blow his load deep inside her. She clenched her inner muscles tight around him as she panted his name, baring her teeth as she let out a growl of her own as he started to move. Her ass bumped against the hood of the car, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except having Rob fuck her. "One of these days you're going to bend me over, and really fuck me hard, Sergeant," she told him between pants, Fox's own imagination providing her with a few ideas. She wanted to be left bruised and sore whenever she was with him, be left with marks that belonged to Rob, and him alone. Her head fell back as she arched her back and brought his head down to press his face against her tits. A low moan punctuated his every thrust, and she let go of his ass to push her hand up under his shirt and scrape her nails over his back.
All Rob's brain seemed to have the rationality to offer was a string of colourful expletives, probably repeated over and over. As soon as she told him what she wanted, the expletives were gone in favour of images of her bent over... anything... everything... while he pounded her like there was no tomorrow. It was a sensory overload, but he didn't want it to stop. Tough fucking shit if any cars drove by and saw this. Served them right for not taking the main road. His lips pressed against the soft flesh of her breasts. He was pretty sure he could happily walk around his his face there twenty-four-seven. She smelt amazing, a mix of vanilla and something else he couldn't put his finger on. It was uniquely Fox, though, and it drove him wild. He traced his tongue around the curve of her boobs, working his way towards her nipple with some soft pants that cooled the damp trail his tongue left. He sucked on her nipple, brushing his teeth across the hardened flesh in warning before taking it just that step further, biting down to offer her a burst of pain as he pushed the swell of flesh up with his hand, taking in every inch of her body. There was a tiny voice in his head asking him how he was ever going survive if suddenly Fox disappeared again, but he didn't want to think about that. He just wanted to keep pounding his eager cock inside her, trying to take her deeper and deeper with every stroke.
Fox let out a string of expletives of her own, and her hand smacked against his ass in a well-placed slap. The pleasure-pain managed to push her even more towards the edge, and she gripped at his hair as her fingers thread through the short strands. She didn't seem to be able to take him deeply enough, or touch him enough. She was working on pushing her hand back up under his shirt, and yanked his head away from her chest as she captured his mouth in a harsh kiss. Her tongue pushed into his mouth as she worked on drawing his out, their tongues now mimicking the pounding rhythm he'd created that she also matched as she lifted her hips up off the hood of the car. The heel of her shoe dug into the back of his leg, and Fox pulled back to look at Rob as she licked her lips and already started to feel the warning tingles of the orgasm start. "Fuck, Rob..."
Rob was close himself, really, really close. With a slight burst of keen smugness, he realised he knew the signs that she was about to come. They had fucked enough, he knew the tone of her voice, the way she tried to force her hips forward, but lost the smooth rhythm as she did, and the almost pleading edge to her words that seemed to be both desperation and an order for him to keep going or she would kill him all at the same time. He couldn't deny it, he loved it. It kicked his own desire into overdrive, his cock starting with the little pulses of warning. His knee had come to rest on the side of the car now, and it was almost like he was half knelt over her as he used the position to brace them through some final hard and probably bruising thrusts. He wanted to touch her all over, claim her and mark her like he had been too hesitant to do when he thought it was just a fling. But his pre-orgasmic brain was one-tracked. Do her, hard and fast, get her off like there was no tomorrow. He could do that. "Gonna come," he grunted out in warning against her mouth, just a tiny hint to her that he could send them both over the edge simultaneously if she wanted. They had done it before, he wanted it again. Fuck did he want it again.
"Wait," Fox growled as she tilted her hips so his cock stroked against her clit on the next thrust. She wanted them to both go over the edge together, and it was entirely possible she really would kill him if he came first. She gripped the back of his neck as she kissed him again, sucking on his bottom lip until it swelled up, and she could still taste a hint of his blood. Her breasts were still exposed, and she grabbed his hand to bring it back up against them. She held it in place, their hands joined as they groped at her body and her thighs squeezed around his hips as she started to tremble and buck with the building climax. "Now," she moaned, her head falling back as she cried out. The orgasm ripped through her and left her feeling shattered as every nerve in her body seemed to explode from pleasure.
It was lucky she gave him the command, because anymore trying to hold off and he might have exploded his prostate or something else just as vital. If he exploded his cock, and not in a good way, they might have some issues at hand. He really wanted to have the ability to just pause and indulge soley in feeling her climax, but he wanted to ride it out right along with her too. The latter, of course, won out. He pushed forward roughly, pinning her against the hood of the car as he groaned out her name, fingers tightening around her breast as he tried to draw every last bolt of pleasure possible out of it. His cock pulsed and exploded inside her just as he felt the orgasm scream through her, her inner muscles clenching sharply around him. When it eased off, not even reaching the post-coital glow phase yet, stars danced in his peripheral vision, feeling much like you would right before you passed out. The intensity of it was almost unbearable. Had he really thought he could just soundly let her walk away without feeling this again?
Fox lay there pinned under his weight, letting her head fall back against the hood of the car as she held him close. There was no thought to pushing him off, or walking away. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she struggled to catch her breath. Nothing she had ever done had ever felt like this, even all those times she'd had the adrenaline pulsing through her while she went for a kill. She also had no idea how she had actually thought she could have fucked Wesley after fucking Rob. She loved Wes, but he didn't make her feel like this, he didn't drive her to the brink of insanity just by kissing her. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, not even noticing when her sunglasses finally fell off the top of her head and went sliding down the hood of Rob's Firebird. She felt limp, like it would be a miracle if she could actually move again. Her hands took Rob's face brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss, the exact opposite of everything that had just happened.
Rob reflexively reached and snapped up the sunglasses before they fell. He couldn't help it, he was a solider with a sniper's eye. They were still tucked safely in the palm of his hand as the kiss eased off and he smiled down at her, only a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He wasn't smirking at her, he was just really awed that this wasn't a dream. If it was a dream, he probably wouldn't have a small, stinging slice on his knee from the decorative trim on the edge of the car. He was still buried inside her, feeling the warmth of their connection and really not ready for that to end again yet. He wet his lips, tasting her there, and swallowed, feeling parched from the exertion. "Okay... so what now?" he finally asked, resting his elbow on the hood so he could softly stroke his fingertips across her cheek, his thumb touching her lips.
Fox's eyes shone, and she nipped at his thumb, catching it between her teeth as she bit down gently. She released it as she turned her cheek into his touch and let out a contented sigh. "I don't know. I guess I still need to give you my number. Not like I can just come back to the barracks with you, is it? This isn't really the part where we ride off into the fucking sunset happily ever after. This is just the part where we agree that we're..." she trailed off, her nose scrunching up as she tried to think of a phrase that didn't make her sick, "... together."
Rob laughed, letting his head drop just a little as he felt the cosy, post-coital lethargy trying to stake it's claim. "Of course you can. I don't live in the barracks. I live in the on-base housing, where a lot of other soldiers live, with their non-military wives, like a lil suburb, only on-base. Lap of luxury compared to the tent barracks and stretchers I've been seeing through in the Sand Pit. You can come back to my place... if you want to, of course." He was watching her closely, following her words. "... together? Can I buy a vowel? Together as in...?"
Fox cleared her throat as she pushed against him lightly, not really wanting to shove Rob off even if the conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn for her. "I want to. And together as in... fuck, don't make me say it! Can't you just read my mind, or something? Use some of those tactical skills to figure it the fuck out? I hunted you down to give you my fucking number. We have... amazing sex, and I crave you like a goddamn drug. I'm not sharing you with anyone after this." She bit back a smirk as a thought just occurred to her. "Outside of a foursome I owe Wesley."
"Say it," Rob teased with a laugh, leaning in so he could press some soft kisses to the corner of her mouth. "It won't make you shrivel up and die, I promise." He paused, pulling back again so he could see her face and meet her gaze. "We need to talk to logistics, but we can do it later. And I have a confession to make. You probably ain't gonna like it, but you need to hear it. Wait, foursome? Who's Wesley?" he asked, feeling a burst of what could only be jealously bolt up inside him.
Fox made a face again before she huffed out a breath, and tugged on his hair in retaliation for the teasing. "Together as in... dating. Fuck, are you happy now? I hate that word. It's such a bullshit word." She stopped lamenting on having finally said it as she saw the look on his face, and stilled under him, her hand braced against his hip. "Confession? What confession? And yeah, Wesley. I told you about him. My best friend... roommate. Bane of my existence. I rescued him from the pathetic drudgery of an office job, and taught him how to take his balls in hand. He's why I'm in Texas in the first place." She wet her lips, and frowned as she started to sense the jealously. "But it's not like that. We're friends, and there was some fucking to start with, but I cut him off when I met you. I... I tried to talk him into fucking me when I thought you were gone, but he refused. He knew I wanted you too much, and he's been fucked around on before. He knows how much it sucks. The foursome was just a thing... I had to find out if you knew any hot chicks, then we could all get it on."
Rob fought an internal battle for a moment and then exhaled slowly. If this dude was just a best friend type dude, he could swallow that. Hopefully. What a hypocrite he was. He gave himself an internal slap and looked over her face again. "Okay, it's like this," he began. "I didn't know you wanted me. I thought when you left the hotel, that was just it. I ran up my quota. But I got a friend, she's in my new unit, only we have a history from way back. We trained together when I first enlisted. We've been friends for a long time. We kinda made a deal before we hit Houston that if neither of us got fucked, we help each other out. Only, it kinda got defunct when I met you. She had a crappy half-hearted encounter with a gay dude. We got back to my place, I was still kinda riled from being with you and I just... we just still helped each other out. If I'd have known you were gonna come, I wouldn't have done it."
This time Fox really did want to push Rob away, but instead she thumped him on the shoulder as she bared her teeth in anger. She knew she had no right to be jealous, or pissed off, but she couldn't help it. Rob had assumed she'd fucked off on him, and it hadn't really been the case. "I went back," she told him, trying to keep her tone low. "I went back! I know it took me a while, but I went back to fucking find you, and you'd already gone. I had no other way to get in touch. Fuck!" She turned her head away as she squinted against the sunlight. "Son of a bitch."
"Oh come on!" Rob immediately protested with a small frown. "You just told me you wanted to fuck your best friend when you thought I was gone, would have fucked him if he hadn't refused. How is it a different rule book for you than it is for me?" Rocking back, he pulled out of her and then put her sunglasses back on. "You didn't ask when I was going, made no noise about wanting my address before then. You can't be pissed off at me for this. She's my friend. It ain't like I was gonna trust no one else to help me out, and it was your fault I even needed help in the first place." He couldn't help being pissed off if she was. It wasn't like he even had any clue she wanted him more than a few quick fucks.
Fox pulled her dress down back over her legs enough to keep her decent as she reached out to grab Rob's hips and tug him back in between her legs as she wrapped them around him again. She tucked him back into his jeans for him as she started to do them back up, and kissed the underside of his jaw. "I'm sorry, but you can't deny you would have been pissed off if I'd slept with Wesley. You made no noise about wanting me to know your address. You didn't have to take my disappearing bullshit if you wanted more." Her expression softened and she pulled him in for another kiss. "I really am sorry, Rob. And that's not something I say often. I get you wanting to help your friend out, I really do."
Rob looked her, lips pressed together. "I wasn't exactly in the mood for another rejection. The ego has taken about all it can tolerate for at least, oh, ten years. I couldn't chase you, I didn't know how no more. Which sounds stupid, I know. I knew where you worked, but I wouldn't have just rocked up there without you wanting me to. I just..." He paused, letting out a small sigh of annoyance at himself at what he was about to admit to her. "I lost my fight for that side of things when I heard my wife cheated on me. You ain't the only one who's so challenged in the dating arena. I knew when we were driving outta Houston that something had passed me by, that I slipped up on some level and missed something, let it fall through my fingers, but at the same time, wasn't sure I had the energy to figure out what it was. Then I couldn't get you outta my mind, and it was driving me insane. I got riled up in the shower, let myself indulge in it. Couldn't even get no damn relief from jerking off. Charlie was staying the night so neither of us had to be alone. Coming home from war, it ain't such an easy adjustment. Nights are the worst. I didn't let you see it," he admitted, holding her gaze. Then he cleared his throat, looking down at the tips of the eagle wings on the hood beneath her, the blue a stark contrast to the white of her dress. "Yeah, I woulda been pissed off if you fucked him when you had intentions of chasing me, that woulda hurt. But if you didn't have those intentions, didn't know, like I didn't, I woulda got it."
"I was just pissed off, and I think part of me wanted to take it out on Wesley. I figured I'd let myself miss out on something, and I was just... angry." Fox rubbed her hands over his chest before slipping them around his waist as she engulfed him in an embrace. Her head rest against him, and she listened to the sound of his heart echo the same fast beat that hers was still experiencing. Neither of them down from the high yet despite the dramatic switch in moods. "I've killed a lot of people, Rob. I've watched my father burn in front of my eyes because some sadistic prick was sent to kill him over a court case. I'm permanently scarred with his initials... I nearly succeeded in killing myself because I believed in a Code so much that I thought I deserved to die." She pulled back again to meet his gaze. "You don't need to hide your nightmares from me. I can take them."
Rob didn't want to point out that his killing quota was probably a lot higher than hers, considering things like bombs and AK47's were at their disposal. He rubbed a hand over his mouth, knowing that in whatever they were attempting to launch here, there would be teething problems. "I'm sorry about your father. I really am. And I'm sorry some asshole led you into a scenario where you believed you had to try and take your own life. But I know what it's like to have a loyalty, and a faith. To be prepared to give your life for a cause. I get it," he told her with a small nod. He rubbed his hands up her arms, falling into silence for a few moments as he watched his fingers brush over her skin. "You just got me in a real weird time. It takes a few weeks for me to come down. And when I say come down, it actually sorta means the opposite. Go up? Doesn't sound quite right. You just go from being in war surrounded by death and destruction feeling somewhere down here," he tried to explain, dipping his hand to down below his waist, "to coming home with a weight off your shoulders and a sense of euphoric freedom and relief up here," he moved his hand above his head. "Then you gotta contend with that when the exhaustion kicks in. The adrenaline stops. It all collides when you try to sleep at night, when your brain won't switch off from what you left behind over there. I thought we were just in for a bit of fun... a fling. I didn't think you needed to bother with the downside of fucking a soldier."
"Do you still just want us for a fling, and some fun?" Fox asked, her eyes on his face as she rubbed her hand against his back. "If we're in this, then we're fucking in this. I don't believe in only doing things by halves. I might be commitment challenged, but I'm still diving into whatever it is we have head first. I'm in this all the way, Rob. Down of fucking a soldier and all. Just help me understand the weird time, and then I'll get better at it. I don't want to ask you for anything you can't give me."
"No, no. No," Rob responded, shaking his head. He slipped his arms around her waist, enjoying the embrace for a few moments before he continued. "It ain't that I can't it. I guess you'll learn about me that I ain't all that much of a complicated guy. I'm just me, want all the usual things most people want. Tried to get it right a few times, and luck just wasn't on my side. To be completely honest, I ain't sure I'm the fling type. We had fun, it was awesome and you got no idea how much I needed it. But I was an inch away from pulling outta that whole Houston trip. I wasn't gonna go. Charlie talked me into it because she thought I was such a fucking sad sack that I needed something. Something she knew she really couldn't give me, not how I needed it. But if we're gonna do this, then no, I ain't wanting just a fling. I ain't sure exactly completely what it is I do want, but it's gotta be more than that. I need to be with someone I can switch off with, not think with. But at the same time, she's gotta understand that I ain't always gonna be around. I thought my ex got that. Turns out she was just counting on it so she could fuck who she pleased when I wasn't home. And I ain't for a second saying you're anything like her. I'm just saying I need the opposite to what I had with her, if I'm gonna risk getting back on the dating horse at all."
"Can we not talk about it as a horse," Fox murmured as she made a face. Then she reached up to stroke Rob's cheek. "I'm not her, I won't fuck around. I had a weak, stupid moment. And you had a need that your friend helped you with, just like you helped her out. And if you're both away, and have needs... then I'd get that, too. Just so long as you don't declare your undying love for each other, and fucking forget about me. I'm not someone's fall back bitch. Just like you don't deserve to be either. And I'm also glad Charlie talked you into it, just like Wesley talked me into coming after you." Fox tilted her head as her eyebrow crept up. She had never once considered playing Cupid, and didn't particularly want to start, but she couldn't stop an idea from popping into her head. "Do you think they'd like each other? And I don't mean the foursome. I just mean in general. Wesley needs a hand with his balls no matter what he says. I'd get the absences, and I promise I won't fool around. I'll save it all up for when you're back on home soil."
Rob laughed. "Okay, no horses. What am I supposed to call it, a bull?" He rested his forehead against hers and then started to kiss her softly, slowly, letting it linger for a few moments. The relationship thing meant you could have both ends of the extreme; hot, sweaty, rough sex, and then the slower, softer moments, that were sometimes just as awesome. He leaned in close to her, kissing her deeply until it eased off and he smiled again. "I know you wouldn't be like her. You're nothing like her, and that's really healing for me. I just... sure you can deal with going without while I'm away. It can be months on end, a long time." He paused for a moment, his head tilting in thought when Charlie came up in conversation. "Well, I don't know him. What's he like? She... likes it rough, won't take any shit, is a bit of a ball-breaker, though you wouldn't know it to first look at her. She and I were only ever friends with benefits. In another lifetime past, maybe something could've been there, but I moved bases after training and we lost touch. That's just how it goes in the Army. I promise, I ain't gonna hook up with her, anything like that. She's just a really good friend that I need right now."
Fox licked her lips after the slower kisses, and let out a noise in contentment. Her hand rubbed against the side of Rob's neck and she closed her eyes briefly. She could take the slow stuff. At least with him she could. It didn't feel so weird letting her guard down for the moment and just being with someone. Talking about the serious shit, and indulging in caresses and kisses that were for more than just getting off - they were for expressing how you felt about someone. She had never professed to be a cuddly person, but Fox was affectionate with the right person. It was lucky for Rob that he was that person. Wesley had been on some level, but not completely. "I'll be fine. I'll just get something battery operated and watch a lot of porn," she told him with a smirk. "He's the opposite of me, and yet similar. I know it doesn't really make much sense, but I shaped him while we were in the Fraternity. I like to think he doesn't take shit any more, but he's also more inclined to not be such a bastard. Unless of course he's angry, or horny. I think he'd really like a ballbreaker. He just doesn't need me. We'd kill each other before we were ever capable of a stable relationship." She pulled him in for another long, lingering kiss, her tongue slowly dancing with his. "Not like us."
"We could always make our own porn," Rob murmured huskily against her lips, his hands sneaking down to her hips as he caressed her body attentively. "Plus, I can talk on the phone, talk online, write. Sometimes I might get completely cut off, but it's usually only temporarily. Then, you know, maybe some absences ain't gonna be so bad. You won't feel so pressured into the whole til death us do part committment shit. I figure we can work out our own rules on that. It just, well, it means a lot that you even wanna try. But you gotta know, if it ain't your thing, just tell me. I'll get it. Ain't sure I'll take it well knowing we're gonna walk out of each other's lives, but I'd rather that than you feeling stuck in something you don't want." His lips pulled to the side in thought. "You could be onto something there, darlin'. You never know. Ain't gonna til they meet. What I can say is she does need someone to challenge her, she wants someone to come home to at night. She's always been like that."
"I like the way you think, soldier..." Fox replied as she let out a quiet moan. Making their own porn was definitely an idea she liked. She wriggled slightly on the hood of the car, her arousal starting to kick back into gear again. Her hand rubbed against the inside of his thigh, her smile as innocent as any of her smiles were capable of being. "I like the idea of not feeling pressured into that bullshit, even if I probably would kill any woman that laid a hand on you. I promise to let you know. And you need to promise to let me know if I'm being too... independent. Too prickly." She nodded. "I think Wesley wants the same thing. His ex was a total fucking bitch. Probably from the same whorish gene pool as yours. Did his best friend, and kept him out in the fucking cold. They should meet."
Rob could have easily fucked her again right there on the hood of his car. He just wasn't sure he wanted to. Even though his apartment on base was about the size of a shoe box and nothing that would end up in House & Home magazine, he had an urge to just chill out there with her, much like they had done at the hotel. Only, the apartment was his space, his home for the moment. "You had a four hour drive here... wanna stay? Or do you have something to get back for?" he asked her, his hand slipping under her dress again to smooth his palm over her thigh. "I ain't gonna pressure you, I promise. If you're prickly, I'll probably just get shitty, maybe stomp around a bit and slam the fridge for emphasis. But I'll tell you," he promised with a laugh. "Alright, we can set it up. She isn't gonna turn the chance down. Like I said, her options are a gay guy. She doesn't trust easily. Could be interesting if they both don't."
"It's not as if we trust easily either," Fox pointed out as she flicked open a couple of buttons on his shirt and tugged the collar back so she could suck on his collarbone. "And yes, I would very much like to stay. I don't much like the idea of getting back into my car, but I can't leave it here. And if I get prickly, and you get shitty, then we'll just have to have some angry sex to get it out of our systems. Not like we're strangers to bruises, or drawing blood." She slowly moved off the hood of car, keeping her body pressed up against his as she managed to stay on her feet. Fox kissed him as she grinned. "I missed you."
Rob was already getting aroused again. Luckily they were on this side of the journey to Fort Sam. It was on the outskirts of San Antonio, and he had only driven about forty five minutes from base to find this place where he had stopped because, if no other reason, he needed to take a slash. "And it wouldn't be our problem if they wanted to fight it out, either. Ain't sure my cupid arrow would be reliable, but I empathetically sympathise with the dude's situation and Charlie is a good sort. It's not gonna hurt if they meet. After that, ball's in their court." He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and tucked her hand against the bulge in his jeans with a smirk as he brushed his lips against hers again. "Small apartment, but really, really big... shower. I missed you too, clearly."
"Then you better drive fast, because we need in that shower now, and I'm not going to be in that Firebird to give you a helping hand, or tongue," Fox growled as she gave his cock a firm squeeze and moved past him to climb back into her Mustang.
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If we get down and go out and just lose it all
I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go
Let's go way out spaced out and losing all control
I Gotta Feeling - Black Eyed Peas
Co-written with shoothetarget
Fox had left Wesley back at their apartment while he whined about his sausage-less McMuffin. She hadn't wanted to put up with his pouting face on the drive to Fort Sam, even if he had helped her get the address out from the hotel people. Sometimes Wesley really did need a good smacking around, but she didn't have time. She wanted to find Rob as quickly as possible. She was wearing a white dress similar to the one she'd worn when she'd met Wesley the first time, her hair only partially pulled back. She slammed her heels down on the gas pedal of her classic Ford Mustang. The restored car one of the first things she bought after opening the tattoo parlour. When she had been in the Fraternity, they had taken pride in stealing whatever cars they needed, but Fox had to admit there was something nice about knowing it was hers.
The silver painted vehicle sped towards the army base, and she actually had to admit there were some nerves kicking into play. What if she found Rob, and he really was fucking some army chick? What if the pricks at the gate didn't let her in, even if she was dolled up and ready to play the crying fiancée card. She was still sure that sneaking onto the base was a more viable option, but Wesley insisted on the stupid fucking game of charades. If she failed, she wasn't going to hold back in beating the shit out of him.
She still had no idea if she could pull off a serious relationship, but at least some of the pressure was off with the knowledge that Rob would be shipped out again at some point. She could be here when he came back, and for now, but when he was away Fox could just be herself. She wasn't used to relying on anyone, and she had no idea if that's what he wanted. Did he want some goddamn useless damsel in distress, was he okay with an independent woman that would eat him alive if he did something to hurt her?
Fox was only a few miles away now, and she almost missed the Firebird on the side of the road. The white car triggered something in her mind, and she quickly pulled up off the road right behind it as she slammed on the brakes. Fox killed the engine of the Mustang, and for a moment just sat and stared out her windshield. Someone was sitting in the car in front of her, and she felt her heart skip a beat. No one had gotten under her skin like the soldier, and she had to wonder if it was really going to be as easy as finding him here in his car.
Fox got out, and came up by the driver's side window, her sunglasses still on as she leaned down and tapped on the window. It was Rob, no doubt about it. Her lips curved into a smile and she tilted her head as she looked at him questioningly.
Rob had just needed a break, some fresh air, some freedom. Any of it. All of it. He might not be in a warzone right now, but the barracks could feel claustrophobic post-deployment. There was always a yearning to just not be locked up behind walls of security and surrounded by people in camos. He just needed to get out and drive. Driving helped clear his head. He couldn't be sure if he felt guilty about sleeping with Charlie. No doubt about it, the sex had been awesome. It was hard, it was hot, it was rough. She took as much as he gave, and it was an act of just sheer arousal and tension on both their parts. By the time they were done, the muscles in his lower back were aching just from the sheer exertion of it. It had been a need, not a want. But he had been left slightly confused by it, wondering if he had used Charlie, even if she assured him it was fine and she didn't mind. So, there was sex, driving, and smoking. He used to smoke in his younger, more social days. But after everything, and the sexual overload coupled with the euphoria overload of being home and away from the risk of being shot at or blown up, Rob had been left thinking that he still did really need a smoke.
He had only gotten as far as buying a packet, though, which now sat on his dash board as he relaxed back in the driver's seat of his Firebird, dark aviator sunglasses on his face. He was just watching the sprawling greenery around him, enjoying the... nothing. He was enjoying the nothing. A can of Coke was in his hand, resting on his thigh and the knock on his window was the only thing that jolted him out of his daydream. He had been feeling slightly like he was in drugged haze, but not quite. It had just been the first moment in a long, long time he had finally let himself chill out, and it really was on par with taking a hit of weed. The thing was, when he looked to see who was knocking - wondering why anyone would be knocking in the first place, on account of the fact he was parked on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere - he really did think for a moment that he was maybe hallucinating. After a moment of frozen surprise, he pushed the sunglasses up onto his head and wound the window down, looking out up at her as his eyebrows rose. "What, you stalking me now, darlin'?" he joked in his Southern drawl, shooting her a smirk of amusement.
"I think maybe 'hunting' is more the word I'd use," Fox said as she pushed her own sunglasses up onto her head and rest her arms on the window. Her blue eyes searched over his face as she continued to smile, relief starting to flood through her at knowing she'd found him again. She ran her tongue over her top lip. "I forgot to give you something back at the hotel. You're actually a hard man to find, Rob Laird."
Rob looked at her curiously, tilting his head slightly. "Oh yeah? And there I was thinking our time had just come to an end," he told her, clearing his throat. He shifted in his seat, resting his elbow on the steering wheel so he could see her face a little more clearly. His stomach gave a little jump with a mix of nerves and excitement. Hopefully the thing she wanted to give him wasn't a knee in the nuts. This was weird, really weird. He couldn't tell if she was joking about the hunting thing or not. "You had three days to ask how to find me," he reminded her.
Fox ducked her head as she let out a husky laugh, and glanced back at him from under her dark lashes as she smiled wryly. "Apparently I'm a pussy when it comes to asking something like that. Figured I was saving us both some hassle, but it turns out that bullshit saying is true about knowing what you want once it's gone. I don't want our time to fucking end if it's alright with you. I wanted to give you my number. Make sure you had at least one way to find me, soldier." She shifted, and reached into the car to cup his face with her hand as she leaned in to kiss him hungrily. It might have been awkward as all fuck given she was half hanging out of the car, but she didn't give a shit. "I want you."
Rob was slightly breathless in the wake of the kiss. Any words he had been about to offer had died on his lips when she kissed him, and he had started to kiss back with as much hunger before she broke it again. He had to laugh, flicking the handle on the car door to open it and he stepped out, coming to stand right up close to her so their lips were only inches away and their bodies would be pressed together if he just breached that tiny gap. "I could have called you at the parlour," he pointed out, eyes sweeping over her face, coming to rest on her lips as he slowly licked his own. "I only needed to know you wanted me to."
Fox blinked, her hands sweeping over his chest before she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in nice and close. "I don't live there," she countered. "And I don't know about you, but how many times would you have needed a booty call at three in the afternoon? Home number's better, baby. Means we can have phone sex. You can tell me all your dirty little desires." Fox dropped one hand between their bodies, and cupped him through his jeans. "So, do you know now?"
Rob sniggered. "I'm a dude. You'd be surprised how often a booty call would be appreciatively answered at three in the afternoon," he replied. The phone sex he wasn't overly sure of. He'd never done it. It wasn't like his wife was going to cater to a little dirty talk when he was overseas. She hadn't even acknowledged his attempt to flirt with her via email. He was probably going to need a little guidance in that whole realm. "You seem so sure I ain't just a wholesome, traditional Southern guy..." His breath left him in a rush. He was already hard. His cock had sprung to action with it's only welcome as soon as she had kissed him. It had been thoughts of her touch that had gotten him a raging hard-on in the shower that night he and Charlie got it on. Raging almost to the point it was painful. He had sympathies for those blokes who had constant erections as a side effect of Viagra, only this wasn't chemically aided. Not at all. "I might need a lil more convincing."
"Then you'll just have to call me at the parlour as well as at home." Her hand rubbed against him as she used the heel of her palm to create friction. Fox's mouth slid over his jaw, and she sucked on it briefly before her mouth stopped next to his ear. Her breathing was already shallow, and she was wet. She could feel the slickness between her thighs. All it had taken was knowing it was him in the car. She hadn't had sex since their last encounter, and while she'd tried to beg Wesley to help her out, the little shit hadn't wanted to play. She'd been left with her thoughts and memories of Rob, and no outlet other than her own fingers. And they were nowhere near what she needed. She needed the real deal; she needed Rob. "I'm not wearing any underwear," she whispered, her hand still rubbing against him forcefully. "All I've been thinking about is you, and how much I want you, and need you. Do you understand just how wet you make me?"
There was a part of Rob's brain that was still trying to tell him this had to be a dream. With her hand doing that to his cock, he realised he hadn't been satiated at all. He just kept wanting more, and more. She was like a drug and he highly suspected she could literally fuck him to death if they had the opportunity. But what a hell of a way to die. She was wearing a dress, and no underwear. It was like all his Christmases had come at once and the only thing stopping him exploding and coming in his pants like a horny teeanger was the burning urge to be inside her and feel just how wet he made her. She was challenging him, and it was driving him wild. His skin felt like it was on fire and he grabbed her in a heated embrace, slamming their lips together in a bruising kiss as he pushed her up against the hood of his car. He hitched the hem of her dress up, pushing her legs open so he could just a little bit better access. When his fingers dipped between her legs, feeling the hot, damp arousal there, he gave a growling moan of impatience, wishing he was maybe Scottish in a kilt and not fucking wearing jeans.
Fox let out a moan at feeling his fingers against her. It was like there was already an explosion, tiny dots dancing at the edge of her vision. Just one touch from him was already more than anything she could achieve on her own. He really was addictive, and Fox was never going to be satiated enough. Not until he had her screaming over and over in ecstasy. Even then she'd still crave him. One arm looped around his neck as she wrapped a leg around his and lifted the other one up. Her other hand stopped squeezing his cock long enough to get his fly undone and started to push his jeans past his hips. Her teeth caught onto his bottom lip and she bit down until she tasted blood, lapping at it with her tongue. Once again the fact that they were out in public - even if it was the middle of nowhere - was way down her list of concerns. She managed to get his erection to spring free of his jeans and pulled him right up against her as she grabbed his ass. She had no idea what the fuck was happening between them, just that any time they were together it was like a fuse had been lit.
Rob could feel his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation. There was already a light sheen of perspiration prickling his skin and thoughts of literally everything else but taking her right here, right now, flew out of his mind. There wasn't even a concern that her squeezing his ass actually hurt from the healing tattoo. In fact, it was a bolt of pleasure mixed with the pain, and it caused his cock to jump as he anticipated driving deeply into her again. How did she manage to make him such a lost cause? How had he gone a year without sex? With Fox, it was like he could barely last a few days. Never in his life had someone matched him like this, spurred him on to the point of desperation. Little things like remembering condoms with her were completely lost. They did it once without, what was another time? He never thought he would be the sort of idiot to resort to the excuse that he wanted to feel a chick without a latex barrier, but he really fucking did. And besides, no way was he stopping to get a rubber on right now. Not when she was this close and all he had to do was thrust forward and bury himself balls-deep inside her. He growled against her lip, scraping the front of her dress down to gain access to her tits. He couldn't stop himself wondering what it would be like to bury his cock between them, and the thought alone winded him, catching his breath. There was no holding back now, he pushed her legs open further, grabbing her thigh to hitch her leg up around his waist and thrust forward sharply, taking her deeply with a grunt of determination.
Fox still gripped onto Rob's ass as he thrust inside her, her forehead pressed against his as she cried out just from feeling him deep inside her. Fuck the condoms, she needed to feel him just as much as he wanted to feel her. She wanted to feel every damn inch of him, and then when the time came she wanted to feel him blow his load deep inside her. She clenched her inner muscles tight around him as she panted his name, baring her teeth as she let out a growl of her own as he started to move. Her ass bumped against the hood of the car, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except having Rob fuck her. "One of these days you're going to bend me over, and really fuck me hard, Sergeant," she told him between pants, Fox's own imagination providing her with a few ideas. She wanted to be left bruised and sore whenever she was with him, be left with marks that belonged to Rob, and him alone. Her head fell back as she arched her back and brought his head down to press his face against her tits. A low moan punctuated his every thrust, and she let go of his ass to push her hand up under his shirt and scrape her nails over his back.
All Rob's brain seemed to have the rationality to offer was a string of colourful expletives, probably repeated over and over. As soon as she told him what she wanted, the expletives were gone in favour of images of her bent over... anything... everything... while he pounded her like there was no tomorrow. It was a sensory overload, but he didn't want it to stop. Tough fucking shit if any cars drove by and saw this. Served them right for not taking the main road. His lips pressed against the soft flesh of her breasts. He was pretty sure he could happily walk around his his face there twenty-four-seven. She smelt amazing, a mix of vanilla and something else he couldn't put his finger on. It was uniquely Fox, though, and it drove him wild. He traced his tongue around the curve of her boobs, working his way towards her nipple with some soft pants that cooled the damp trail his tongue left. He sucked on her nipple, brushing his teeth across the hardened flesh in warning before taking it just that step further, biting down to offer her a burst of pain as he pushed the swell of flesh up with his hand, taking in every inch of her body. There was a tiny voice in his head asking him how he was ever going survive if suddenly Fox disappeared again, but he didn't want to think about that. He just wanted to keep pounding his eager cock inside her, trying to take her deeper and deeper with every stroke.
Fox let out a string of expletives of her own, and her hand smacked against his ass in a well-placed slap. The pleasure-pain managed to push her even more towards the edge, and she gripped at his hair as her fingers thread through the short strands. She didn't seem to be able to take him deeply enough, or touch him enough. She was working on pushing her hand back up under his shirt, and yanked his head away from her chest as she captured his mouth in a harsh kiss. Her tongue pushed into his mouth as she worked on drawing his out, their tongues now mimicking the pounding rhythm he'd created that she also matched as she lifted her hips up off the hood of the car. The heel of her shoe dug into the back of his leg, and Fox pulled back to look at Rob as she licked her lips and already started to feel the warning tingles of the orgasm start. "Fuck, Rob..."
Rob was close himself, really, really close. With a slight burst of keen smugness, he realised he knew the signs that she was about to come. They had fucked enough, he knew the tone of her voice, the way she tried to force her hips forward, but lost the smooth rhythm as she did, and the almost pleading edge to her words that seemed to be both desperation and an order for him to keep going or she would kill him all at the same time. He couldn't deny it, he loved it. It kicked his own desire into overdrive, his cock starting with the little pulses of warning. His knee had come to rest on the side of the car now, and it was almost like he was half knelt over her as he used the position to brace them through some final hard and probably bruising thrusts. He wanted to touch her all over, claim her and mark her like he had been too hesitant to do when he thought it was just a fling. But his pre-orgasmic brain was one-tracked. Do her, hard and fast, get her off like there was no tomorrow. He could do that. "Gonna come," he grunted out in warning against her mouth, just a tiny hint to her that he could send them both over the edge simultaneously if she wanted. They had done it before, he wanted it again. Fuck did he want it again.
"Wait," Fox growled as she tilted her hips so his cock stroked against her clit on the next thrust. She wanted them to both go over the edge together, and it was entirely possible she really would kill him if he came first. She gripped the back of his neck as she kissed him again, sucking on his bottom lip until it swelled up, and she could still taste a hint of his blood. Her breasts were still exposed, and she grabbed his hand to bring it back up against them. She held it in place, their hands joined as they groped at her body and her thighs squeezed around his hips as she started to tremble and buck with the building climax. "Now," she moaned, her head falling back as she cried out. The orgasm ripped through her and left her feeling shattered as every nerve in her body seemed to explode from pleasure.
It was lucky she gave him the command, because anymore trying to hold off and he might have exploded his prostate or something else just as vital. If he exploded his cock, and not in a good way, they might have some issues at hand. He really wanted to have the ability to just pause and indulge soley in feeling her climax, but he wanted to ride it out right along with her too. The latter, of course, won out. He pushed forward roughly, pinning her against the hood of the car as he groaned out her name, fingers tightening around her breast as he tried to draw every last bolt of pleasure possible out of it. His cock pulsed and exploded inside her just as he felt the orgasm scream through her, her inner muscles clenching sharply around him. When it eased off, not even reaching the post-coital glow phase yet, stars danced in his peripheral vision, feeling much like you would right before you passed out. The intensity of it was almost unbearable. Had he really thought he could just soundly let her walk away without feeling this again?
Fox lay there pinned under his weight, letting her head fall back against the hood of the car as she held him close. There was no thought to pushing him off, or walking away. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she struggled to catch her breath. Nothing she had ever done had ever felt like this, even all those times she'd had the adrenaline pulsing through her while she went for a kill. She also had no idea how she had actually thought she could have fucked Wesley after fucking Rob. She loved Wes, but he didn't make her feel like this, he didn't drive her to the brink of insanity just by kissing her. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, not even noticing when her sunglasses finally fell off the top of her head and went sliding down the hood of Rob's Firebird. She felt limp, like it would be a miracle if she could actually move again. Her hands took Rob's face brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss, the exact opposite of everything that had just happened.
Rob reflexively reached and snapped up the sunglasses before they fell. He couldn't help it, he was a solider with a sniper's eye. They were still tucked safely in the palm of his hand as the kiss eased off and he smiled down at her, only a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He wasn't smirking at her, he was just really awed that this wasn't a dream. If it was a dream, he probably wouldn't have a small, stinging slice on his knee from the decorative trim on the edge of the car. He was still buried inside her, feeling the warmth of their connection and really not ready for that to end again yet. He wet his lips, tasting her there, and swallowed, feeling parched from the exertion. "Okay... so what now?" he finally asked, resting his elbow on the hood so he could softly stroke his fingertips across her cheek, his thumb touching her lips.
Fox's eyes shone, and she nipped at his thumb, catching it between her teeth as she bit down gently. She released it as she turned her cheek into his touch and let out a contented sigh. "I don't know. I guess I still need to give you my number. Not like I can just come back to the barracks with you, is it? This isn't really the part where we ride off into the fucking sunset happily ever after. This is just the part where we agree that we're..." she trailed off, her nose scrunching up as she tried to think of a phrase that didn't make her sick, "... together."
Rob laughed, letting his head drop just a little as he felt the cosy, post-coital lethargy trying to stake it's claim. "Of course you can. I don't live in the barracks. I live in the on-base housing, where a lot of other soldiers live, with their non-military wives, like a lil suburb, only on-base. Lap of luxury compared to the tent barracks and stretchers I've been seeing through in the Sand Pit. You can come back to my place... if you want to, of course." He was watching her closely, following her words. "... together? Can I buy a vowel? Together as in...?"
Fox cleared her throat as she pushed against him lightly, not really wanting to shove Rob off even if the conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn for her. "I want to. And together as in... fuck, don't make me say it! Can't you just read my mind, or something? Use some of those tactical skills to figure it the fuck out? I hunted you down to give you my fucking number. We have... amazing sex, and I crave you like a goddamn drug. I'm not sharing you with anyone after this." She bit back a smirk as a thought just occurred to her. "Outside of a foursome I owe Wesley."
"Say it," Rob teased with a laugh, leaning in so he could press some soft kisses to the corner of her mouth. "It won't make you shrivel up and die, I promise." He paused, pulling back again so he could see her face and meet her gaze. "We need to talk to logistics, but we can do it later. And I have a confession to make. You probably ain't gonna like it, but you need to hear it. Wait, foursome? Who's Wesley?" he asked, feeling a burst of what could only be jealously bolt up inside him.
Fox made a face again before she huffed out a breath, and tugged on his hair in retaliation for the teasing. "Together as in... dating. Fuck, are you happy now? I hate that word. It's such a bullshit word." She stopped lamenting on having finally said it as she saw the look on his face, and stilled under him, her hand braced against his hip. "Confession? What confession? And yeah, Wesley. I told you about him. My best friend... roommate. Bane of my existence. I rescued him from the pathetic drudgery of an office job, and taught him how to take his balls in hand. He's why I'm in Texas in the first place." She wet her lips, and frowned as she started to sense the jealously. "But it's not like that. We're friends, and there was some fucking to start with, but I cut him off when I met you. I... I tried to talk him into fucking me when I thought you were gone, but he refused. He knew I wanted you too much, and he's been fucked around on before. He knows how much it sucks. The foursome was just a thing... I had to find out if you knew any hot chicks, then we could all get it on."
Rob fought an internal battle for a moment and then exhaled slowly. If this dude was just a best friend type dude, he could swallow that. Hopefully. What a hypocrite he was. He gave himself an internal slap and looked over her face again. "Okay, it's like this," he began. "I didn't know you wanted me. I thought when you left the hotel, that was just it. I ran up my quota. But I got a friend, she's in my new unit, only we have a history from way back. We trained together when I first enlisted. We've been friends for a long time. We kinda made a deal before we hit Houston that if neither of us got fucked, we help each other out. Only, it kinda got defunct when I met you. She had a crappy half-hearted encounter with a gay dude. We got back to my place, I was still kinda riled from being with you and I just... we just still helped each other out. If I'd have known you were gonna come, I wouldn't have done it."
This time Fox really did want to push Rob away, but instead she thumped him on the shoulder as she bared her teeth in anger. She knew she had no right to be jealous, or pissed off, but she couldn't help it. Rob had assumed she'd fucked off on him, and it hadn't really been the case. "I went back," she told him, trying to keep her tone low. "I went back! I know it took me a while, but I went back to fucking find you, and you'd already gone. I had no other way to get in touch. Fuck!" She turned her head away as she squinted against the sunlight. "Son of a bitch."
"Oh come on!" Rob immediately protested with a small frown. "You just told me you wanted to fuck your best friend when you thought I was gone, would have fucked him if he hadn't refused. How is it a different rule book for you than it is for me?" Rocking back, he pulled out of her and then put her sunglasses back on. "You didn't ask when I was going, made no noise about wanting my address before then. You can't be pissed off at me for this. She's my friend. It ain't like I was gonna trust no one else to help me out, and it was your fault I even needed help in the first place." He couldn't help being pissed off if she was. It wasn't like he even had any clue she wanted him more than a few quick fucks.
Fox pulled her dress down back over her legs enough to keep her decent as she reached out to grab Rob's hips and tug him back in between her legs as she wrapped them around him again. She tucked him back into his jeans for him as she started to do them back up, and kissed the underside of his jaw. "I'm sorry, but you can't deny you would have been pissed off if I'd slept with Wesley. You made no noise about wanting me to know your address. You didn't have to take my disappearing bullshit if you wanted more." Her expression softened and she pulled him in for another kiss. "I really am sorry, Rob. And that's not something I say often. I get you wanting to help your friend out, I really do."
Rob looked her, lips pressed together. "I wasn't exactly in the mood for another rejection. The ego has taken about all it can tolerate for at least, oh, ten years. I couldn't chase you, I didn't know how no more. Which sounds stupid, I know. I knew where you worked, but I wouldn't have just rocked up there without you wanting me to. I just..." He paused, letting out a small sigh of annoyance at himself at what he was about to admit to her. "I lost my fight for that side of things when I heard my wife cheated on me. You ain't the only one who's so challenged in the dating arena. I knew when we were driving outta Houston that something had passed me by, that I slipped up on some level and missed something, let it fall through my fingers, but at the same time, wasn't sure I had the energy to figure out what it was. Then I couldn't get you outta my mind, and it was driving me insane. I got riled up in the shower, let myself indulge in it. Couldn't even get no damn relief from jerking off. Charlie was staying the night so neither of us had to be alone. Coming home from war, it ain't such an easy adjustment. Nights are the worst. I didn't let you see it," he admitted, holding her gaze. Then he cleared his throat, looking down at the tips of the eagle wings on the hood beneath her, the blue a stark contrast to the white of her dress. "Yeah, I woulda been pissed off if you fucked him when you had intentions of chasing me, that woulda hurt. But if you didn't have those intentions, didn't know, like I didn't, I woulda got it."
"I was just pissed off, and I think part of me wanted to take it out on Wesley. I figured I'd let myself miss out on something, and I was just... angry." Fox rubbed her hands over his chest before slipping them around his waist as she engulfed him in an embrace. Her head rest against him, and she listened to the sound of his heart echo the same fast beat that hers was still experiencing. Neither of them down from the high yet despite the dramatic switch in moods. "I've killed a lot of people, Rob. I've watched my father burn in front of my eyes because some sadistic prick was sent to kill him over a court case. I'm permanently scarred with his initials... I nearly succeeded in killing myself because I believed in a Code so much that I thought I deserved to die." She pulled back again to meet his gaze. "You don't need to hide your nightmares from me. I can take them."
Rob didn't want to point out that his killing quota was probably a lot higher than hers, considering things like bombs and AK47's were at their disposal. He rubbed a hand over his mouth, knowing that in whatever they were attempting to launch here, there would be teething problems. "I'm sorry about your father. I really am. And I'm sorry some asshole led you into a scenario where you believed you had to try and take your own life. But I know what it's like to have a loyalty, and a faith. To be prepared to give your life for a cause. I get it," he told her with a small nod. He rubbed his hands up her arms, falling into silence for a few moments as he watched his fingers brush over her skin. "You just got me in a real weird time. It takes a few weeks for me to come down. And when I say come down, it actually sorta means the opposite. Go up? Doesn't sound quite right. You just go from being in war surrounded by death and destruction feeling somewhere down here," he tried to explain, dipping his hand to down below his waist, "to coming home with a weight off your shoulders and a sense of euphoric freedom and relief up here," he moved his hand above his head. "Then you gotta contend with that when the exhaustion kicks in. The adrenaline stops. It all collides when you try to sleep at night, when your brain won't switch off from what you left behind over there. I thought we were just in for a bit of fun... a fling. I didn't think you needed to bother with the downside of fucking a soldier."
"Do you still just want us for a fling, and some fun?" Fox asked, her eyes on his face as she rubbed her hand against his back. "If we're in this, then we're fucking in this. I don't believe in only doing things by halves. I might be commitment challenged, but I'm still diving into whatever it is we have head first. I'm in this all the way, Rob. Down of fucking a soldier and all. Just help me understand the weird time, and then I'll get better at it. I don't want to ask you for anything you can't give me."
"No, no. No," Rob responded, shaking his head. He slipped his arms around her waist, enjoying the embrace for a few moments before he continued. "It ain't that I can't it. I guess you'll learn about me that I ain't all that much of a complicated guy. I'm just me, want all the usual things most people want. Tried to get it right a few times, and luck just wasn't on my side. To be completely honest, I ain't sure I'm the fling type. We had fun, it was awesome and you got no idea how much I needed it. But I was an inch away from pulling outta that whole Houston trip. I wasn't gonna go. Charlie talked me into it because she thought I was such a fucking sad sack that I needed something. Something she knew she really couldn't give me, not how I needed it. But if we're gonna do this, then no, I ain't wanting just a fling. I ain't sure exactly completely what it is I do want, but it's gotta be more than that. I need to be with someone I can switch off with, not think with. But at the same time, she's gotta understand that I ain't always gonna be around. I thought my ex got that. Turns out she was just counting on it so she could fuck who she pleased when I wasn't home. And I ain't for a second saying you're anything like her. I'm just saying I need the opposite to what I had with her, if I'm gonna risk getting back on the dating horse at all."
"Can we not talk about it as a horse," Fox murmured as she made a face. Then she reached up to stroke Rob's cheek. "I'm not her, I won't fuck around. I had a weak, stupid moment. And you had a need that your friend helped you with, just like you helped her out. And if you're both away, and have needs... then I'd get that, too. Just so long as you don't declare your undying love for each other, and fucking forget about me. I'm not someone's fall back bitch. Just like you don't deserve to be either. And I'm also glad Charlie talked you into it, just like Wesley talked me into coming after you." Fox tilted her head as her eyebrow crept up. She had never once considered playing Cupid, and didn't particularly want to start, but she couldn't stop an idea from popping into her head. "Do you think they'd like each other? And I don't mean the foursome. I just mean in general. Wesley needs a hand with his balls no matter what he says. I'd get the absences, and I promise I won't fool around. I'll save it all up for when you're back on home soil."
Rob laughed. "Okay, no horses. What am I supposed to call it, a bull?" He rested his forehead against hers and then started to kiss her softly, slowly, letting it linger for a few moments. The relationship thing meant you could have both ends of the extreme; hot, sweaty, rough sex, and then the slower, softer moments, that were sometimes just as awesome. He leaned in close to her, kissing her deeply until it eased off and he smiled again. "I know you wouldn't be like her. You're nothing like her, and that's really healing for me. I just... sure you can deal with going without while I'm away. It can be months on end, a long time." He paused for a moment, his head tilting in thought when Charlie came up in conversation. "Well, I don't know him. What's he like? She... likes it rough, won't take any shit, is a bit of a ball-breaker, though you wouldn't know it to first look at her. She and I were only ever friends with benefits. In another lifetime past, maybe something could've been there, but I moved bases after training and we lost touch. That's just how it goes in the Army. I promise, I ain't gonna hook up with her, anything like that. She's just a really good friend that I need right now."
Fox licked her lips after the slower kisses, and let out a noise in contentment. Her hand rubbed against the side of Rob's neck and she closed her eyes briefly. She could take the slow stuff. At least with him she could. It didn't feel so weird letting her guard down for the moment and just being with someone. Talking about the serious shit, and indulging in caresses and kisses that were for more than just getting off - they were for expressing how you felt about someone. She had never professed to be a cuddly person, but Fox was affectionate with the right person. It was lucky for Rob that he was that person. Wesley had been on some level, but not completely. "I'll be fine. I'll just get something battery operated and watch a lot of porn," she told him with a smirk. "He's the opposite of me, and yet similar. I know it doesn't really make much sense, but I shaped him while we were in the Fraternity. I like to think he doesn't take shit any more, but he's also more inclined to not be such a bastard. Unless of course he's angry, or horny. I think he'd really like a ballbreaker. He just doesn't need me. We'd kill each other before we were ever capable of a stable relationship." She pulled him in for another long, lingering kiss, her tongue slowly dancing with his. "Not like us."
"We could always make our own porn," Rob murmured huskily against her lips, his hands sneaking down to her hips as he caressed her body attentively. "Plus, I can talk on the phone, talk online, write. Sometimes I might get completely cut off, but it's usually only temporarily. Then, you know, maybe some absences ain't gonna be so bad. You won't feel so pressured into the whole til death us do part committment shit. I figure we can work out our own rules on that. It just, well, it means a lot that you even wanna try. But you gotta know, if it ain't your thing, just tell me. I'll get it. Ain't sure I'll take it well knowing we're gonna walk out of each other's lives, but I'd rather that than you feeling stuck in something you don't want." His lips pulled to the side in thought. "You could be onto something there, darlin'. You never know. Ain't gonna til they meet. What I can say is she does need someone to challenge her, she wants someone to come home to at night. She's always been like that."
"I like the way you think, soldier..." Fox replied as she let out a quiet moan. Making their own porn was definitely an idea she liked. She wriggled slightly on the hood of the car, her arousal starting to kick back into gear again. Her hand rubbed against the inside of his thigh, her smile as innocent as any of her smiles were capable of being. "I like the idea of not feeling pressured into that bullshit, even if I probably would kill any woman that laid a hand on you. I promise to let you know. And you need to promise to let me know if I'm being too... independent. Too prickly." She nodded. "I think Wesley wants the same thing. His ex was a total fucking bitch. Probably from the same whorish gene pool as yours. Did his best friend, and kept him out in the fucking cold. They should meet."
Rob could have easily fucked her again right there on the hood of his car. He just wasn't sure he wanted to. Even though his apartment on base was about the size of a shoe box and nothing that would end up in House & Home magazine, he had an urge to just chill out there with her, much like they had done at the hotel. Only, the apartment was his space, his home for the moment. "You had a four hour drive here... wanna stay? Or do you have something to get back for?" he asked her, his hand slipping under her dress again to smooth his palm over her thigh. "I ain't gonna pressure you, I promise. If you're prickly, I'll probably just get shitty, maybe stomp around a bit and slam the fridge for emphasis. But I'll tell you," he promised with a laugh. "Alright, we can set it up. She isn't gonna turn the chance down. Like I said, her options are a gay guy. She doesn't trust easily. Could be interesting if they both don't."
"It's not as if we trust easily either," Fox pointed out as she flicked open a couple of buttons on his shirt and tugged the collar back so she could suck on his collarbone. "And yes, I would very much like to stay. I don't much like the idea of getting back into my car, but I can't leave it here. And if I get prickly, and you get shitty, then we'll just have to have some angry sex to get it out of our systems. Not like we're strangers to bruises, or drawing blood." She slowly moved off the hood of car, keeping her body pressed up against his as she managed to stay on her feet. Fox kissed him as she grinned. "I missed you."
Rob was already getting aroused again. Luckily they were on this side of the journey to Fort Sam. It was on the outskirts of San Antonio, and he had only driven about forty five minutes from base to find this place where he had stopped because, if no other reason, he needed to take a slash. "And it wouldn't be our problem if they wanted to fight it out, either. Ain't sure my cupid arrow would be reliable, but I empathetically sympathise with the dude's situation and Charlie is a good sort. It's not gonna hurt if they meet. After that, ball's in their court." He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and tucked her hand against the bulge in his jeans with a smirk as he brushed his lips against hers again. "Small apartment, but really, really big... shower. I missed you too, clearly."
"Then you better drive fast, because we need in that shower now, and I'm not going to be in that Firebird to give you a helping hand, or tongue," Fox growled as she gave his cock a firm squeeze and moved past him to climb back into her Mustang.
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