by Jesse Jordan
“It's good,” Christina says, using her spoon to scoop up the last of the sauce wand egg noodles. “I think your ancestors would roll their eyes to see you using soup in a can though.”
“Sadly, my grandmother... I mean, Grandma never taught me much cooking,” I tell her, rolling my jaw until it cracks audibly. “This is hard. I sound corny.”
“It's better than it was,” Christina tells me, setting her spoon down. “Ivan, we've got months, and you're making progress. Chill out, let it relax. Yeah, you sound a bit forced and corny still, but it's better. Why do you still have your accent, anyway? I know it's not a matter of your smarts, you have nearly flawless grammar and vocabulary. So what is it?”
I laugh, blushing. “It's embarrassing.”
“Come on, try me. I promise, I won't laugh,” Christina says, reaching out and taking my hand. We're at least sometimes holding hands during our private hours now, that makes me happy.
“It is a choice by the program directors,” I admit. “You see, they did studies on human sexuality. And they found that people respond more when the agent has an accent. It makes us seem more... exotic, maybe? Also, it gave us a bit of a dangerous vibe. This was especially true for the female agents. You don't know how easily most American men crumble when a tall, modelesque woman with a Russian accent says she's interested in him. So, it was a choice to make me more seductive.”
Christina blushes, but doesn't let go of my hand. “Funny. I didn't need that part.”
“That was because I never tried to actively seduce you,” I reply. “I... It was natural, organic between us.”
“Even kissing me behind Washington Hall?” Christina asks, smirking. “That certainly gave you a bit of a bad boy aspect.”
“I kissed you because I wanted to, nothing more. And since then, I haven't kissed anyone else,” I whisper.
“Not even your cell mate?” Christina teases, breaking the tension. I laugh, and shake my head. “Well that's good. I'd hate to say I'm a worse kisser than some guy in prison.”
“You're the best kisser I've ever had. Because kissing you is real,” I admit, and a silence drops between us again. Christina is sitting next to me at the small dining table, the dining area is cramped so we have to be close. She leans towards me, then stops, shaking her head.
“Come on, let's keep working on that accent. You can slip into it while we wash up the dishes,” she says regretfully, standing up. Her fingers are trembling though when she lets go of me, and I understand. I'm nervous too, and I think the reason is the same. I want her so badly, it's difficult to go to bed every night knowing she's just a few feet from me, to work on a pattern to share the tiny bathroom so that she doesn't have to feel uncomfortable being naked around me or seeing me naked.
“Sure,” I reply shakily, getting up and taking my dishes over to the sink, setting everything in before running the hot water. The mobile home has no dishwasher, so we have to do things the old fashioned way, and as Christina washes I dry. “Okay, so.... how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?”
Christina shakes her head, handing me a plate. “You're still making the double O sound in wood too strong. It's not an 'ooh' sound, it's an 'uh' sound. Give it to me again.”
“How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?”
Christina nods, smiling. “Good. Now let's try that if. It's coming off as 'eeeef' and not quite 'if.' The mouth shape's not quite right.”
“This is crazy,” I hiss, but take a deep breath. “If. If. If....”
“Wait,” Christina says, turning to me. Her hands, still wet and warm from the soapy water, push on my cheeks, looking into my eyes. “There.... just relax your jaw, like you're about to kiss someone....”
“If....” I whisper, and Christina steps closer, pulling my head down into a kiss. We haven't kissed since the moment we reunited, and this is different. There's hunger, and tenderness, and longing for what we had. I turn and put my hand on her hip, but Christina breaks away, her eyes clouded with doubt.
“I... I'm sorry Ivan. I shouldn't have led you on, I know that...”
I don't let her finish, turning her to me and kissing her again. There's no resistance, she wants this as much as I do, and when I pick her up, she wraps her arms around my neck, letting me carry her to the bedroom area, where I lay her down on the bed, kissing the swan like curve of her graceful neck. For months, the memory of her curves fueled my dreams and fired my imagination, and now she's in my arms again, our desire unable to be denied.
“You didn't lead me on anything,” I whisper in her ear, reaching up and cupping her breast, massaging and pinching her nipple. Christina moans, licking my earlobe before biting and tugging, her need overwhelming her. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she whispers back. “I've wanted to say this for months... you're my man, Ivan. Make me your woman again.”
I smile and sit up, pulling off my t-shirt before reaching down and helping Christina off with the casual pants that she changed into we finished up our training for today, sliding them down her legs to look at her pussy. It's beautiful, and my cock twitches as I pull my pants down, knowing where it wants to be. Still, I don't want to rush things, and I kiss her toes, smiling when she moans. “Ivan....”
I take my time, licking and sucking each little toe until Christina's squirming, pushing her shirt up and rubbing her breasts, her free foot massaging my cock, both of us loving it. “Mmm, you have delicious toes, you know that?”
“God, it feels like you're touching my pussy when you do that,” she gasps when I slide my tongue around her big toe. “You can do this forever.”
“I might have to,” I groan, setting her foot aside. “I just realized... we don't have any condoms.”
“I don't care,” Christina whispers, reaching out and enveloping me in an embrace when I slide up between her legs to kiss her lips. “I want you, Ivan. And I want to feel you come inside me, too.”
There's a sensuousness to the way our bodies move, the extra meaning clear as Christina spreads her legs, holding behind her knees as I line myself up and coat the head of my cock with the warm, slippery moisture before pushing in slowly. Christina is so tight, she has been celibate all the time we've been apart, I'm sure of it. Her fingernails tighten on my forearms when I'm stretching her, and I stop, pulling back a little and starting the short, gentle thrusts that open up her body to me.
When our hips touch, I look up into my Christina's eyes, and I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one on the verge of tears, the moment is so heavy with meaning. There's no words needed as I pull back and start to thrust, using my long mastered skills not for exploitation but to give myself to the woman that I love.
Her pussy grips my cock as I thrust, slow then fast, short thrusts mixing with long, full strokes that tease and stimulate every spot inside of her. Christina's soon caught in the waves of pleasure, pulling me down into another kiss that sears our lips with the heat of our passion.
I pull Christina up on top of me, rolling on the bed to hand her total control, and giving me the pleasure of watching the woman I love give her own passion life. She pulls off her shirt and bra, letting me cup the beautiful, large nipples with their stiff pink caps, pinching and pulling at them while Christina rides me, her hips sliding back and forth on my cock, a blissful smile on her face. “I think I like it like this....”
“It's an amazing view,” I concur, looking at her body. She's still wide hipped, it's truly her bone structure, but that's what turns me on about her. She's healthy, she's beautiful, and the erotic feeling of her pussy gripping my cock while her thigh muscles flex in time leaves me weak and fluttering inside, my cock surging deep into her and making her moan. “You don't know how good you feel.”
“You don't know how good you feel,” Christina counters, leaning down and kissing me. Her breasts squash against my chest as she sucks and nibbles at my neck, my now free hands kneading and squeezing the soft, smooth
skin of her ass. “Ivan... now.”
I growl in understanding, rolling her over and pinning her to the bed, my hips moving on their own. It's also what makes Christina special, I can truly lose myself in the pleasure of being with her, and I hammer her, my cock a blur of motion and sensation as we plunge towards our climaxes. The only sound in the room is the slap of our hips, our groans and gasps lost in each other's mouth while we kiss, Christina's fingers digging into my back hard.
I can't hold back much longer, but that's okay. Christina's legs wraps around my hips and urge me deeper, she's close too, and I let go fully, giving the sexual animal inside me full reign of my body. I thrust deep and hard, two, three, four times... and then Christina's pussy nearly clamps around me, her orgasm ripping through her while she bites my lip, she's so caught up. The pain mixes with the pleasure and I thrust one last time, my own balls emptying as my cock surges and I'm coming, deep and hot inside the woman I love. I feel like she's draining me, and I give myself fully to her, wanting only to hold her, to love her, and to protect her forever.
When we finally come back down and can breathe normally again, I hear Christina's deep, shuddering breaths as she cries softly, her hands holding me close. “I know,” I whisper, staying inside her but rolling us to the side so that I can hold her close. “I know, my love. I know.”
Christina kisses my lips, letting go of my back with one hand to cup my cheek. “Ivan... I love you. Forever and always, I love you.”
“And I love you, Christina.”
We lay quietly, looking into each other's eyes, and when my softening cock slips out of her body, she chuckles. “Mmmm, that is going to be missed. Can I ask you something?”
“No secrets from you, my love. What?” I ask, and Christina smiles.
“You said you were trained in seduction, but didn't use any skills on me. Is that one hundred percent true?”
I laugh, and kiss her nose. “Okay, a few of my skills. But it's different now. Before, I had to hold back, to complete a mission. Now... they're just for you.”
Christina smiles, kissing me softly. “Well then, I guess I'm a very lucky woman. Now, let's get some rest, and maybe you'd like to stay the night in bed with me?”
“I'd like nothing more.”
Chapter 19
Christina
I yawn, wiping at my eyes as Ashley gives me an amused look, and start reading. “There are numerous unapproved methods of questioning or interrogating a prisoner. Specifically, any tactic listed as unlawful according to the Geneva Conventions, including but not limited to waterboarding, hooding, sensory deprivation....”
“Christina?” Ashley asks, and I look up, realizing I've dropped off again. “Hey, you okay?”
I yawn, and sip at my coffee for what feels like the fiftieth time this morning. “Yeah, sorry. Just... didn't get much sleep last night, and that obstacle course in the woods Simon set up drained me. You know, I would give real money for him to just drive us out to a lake or even a pool and let me go swimming for a workout session instead of this constant playing Rambo in the woods stuff. Where'd you get it from, anyway? Sure as heck isn't FM 21-20.”
Ashley nods, then stands up. “Think about it. Ropes, ladders, tires, lots of swinging on stuff, what's that remind you of?”
“If you had me carrying a damn medicine ball, I'd have said you guys are running Ivan and I through the IOCT twice a week,” I grumble, and Ashley nods. “Really?”
“Simon and I both enjoyed Sandhurst competition at school. That was actually how he and I started to see something in each other. And one of the big things that Simon and I both agree is that while weight lifting is good, for what we do, being field fit is even more important. So, lots of primal movement work using bodyweight and things like that. Hey, just think of it this way, unless it's on a mission, you're never going to have to worry about that stupid APFT again, although your fitness is going to be high enough that you can pass the APFT with a broken leg and one arm tied to your waist,” Ashley replies. “So what's wrecking your sleep?”
“Ah...” I say, blushing. “Well, Ivan. He and I... okay, let me just say it. He and I are sleeping together again. We've got a lot of built up heat from the time we were apart to work through. I'm sorry. I know it's probably not exactly the most professional of things to be doing.”
Ashley's eyes twinkle and I'm surprised when she grins. “Good. I was beginning to get worried.”
I gawk, shocked. “Excuse me? You're not upset? But... well, I know you and Simon are together, but I figured that's something that happened later.”
“Nope,” Ashley says with a laugh. “I met Simon the very first day I was at West Point, he was one of the cadre in my Beast company. He was also my first semester squad leader when I was a Plebe. We started dating after my Recognition, and we were married before we joined the 52nd. Christina, let me clue you in, the 52nd doesn't operate like other units in the Army.”
“I kinda figured that, considering that I'm being babysat by a Captain. Sorry, you're my training officer, but it feels a little like babysitting, with so much of this being one on one.”
“Don't worry about it,” Ashley says. “What I'm saying is, Simon and I were together long before we joined this unit. And we're partners, just like you and Ivan are partners. We've worked missions together, and when we do, our kids have stayed at their grandparents' house. There's a reason behind it, and while it's not the rule for all the partner groups in the 52nd, there’s a lot of partner-couples in the unit.”
I feel like I'm sitting in the Twilight Zone. “I must need a nap, because I'm still not getting it. Fill me in.”
Ashley gets up from her chair and comes around, sitting on the corner of my desk. “You like history?”
“Not my thing, although I did pretty good in it at West Point. Why?”
Chuckling, Ashley goes over to a book shelf and gets something off of it, handing it to me. “Here. You ever hear about the Sacred Band of Thebes?”
I shake my head, seeing that the book is titled the same thing. “Nope, but the picture makes them look pretty ancient.”
“Oh, they were. They were a force of three hundred men, organized in one hundred and fifty pairs. What made those pairs special was that each of those pairs... were lovers. The theory was that since each man was fighting beside his lover, that they'd fight harder, both for glory and to defend them. And they were bad ass, too. They were the first unit ever to beat the Spartans when outnumbered.
“Think about it, when you know that Ivan's watching you out there in workouts, do you run harder? I know I do with Simon. The first time that I did Sandhurst training, Simon had me and three other Plebes doing a ton of work with our hands. The final challenge that first practice in Hayes Gym was a full lap of the monkey bars, down and back. The other three Plebes dropped. But I felt Simon's eyes on me, and even though we weren't even dating yet, he was special, and I busted my ass. I made it when every other Plebe dropped. Now tell me that isn't the same with you and Ivan.”
I think, then grin in understanding. “So that's the idea. Hmm, I wonder if we can ever get the Academy to implement such a policy? Two thousand paired lovers.”
Ashley laughs, patting me on the shoulder. “The day that happens, I think ninety percent of Old Grads would have their heads explode in shock.”
The woods are dark, and I wish I was back in my warm bed at the house. Ivan and I moved in two weeks ago, it took Simon and Ashley longer than expected to get the paperwork cleared, but we're settled in, and not a moment too soon. I didn't know it could get this cold, I thought Virginia was the South. So what's with all these sub-freezing temperatures? I mean, it's nothing compared to Colorado or West Point, but still.
I adjust my grip on the silenced M-4 in my hands, wishing I didn’t have to wear gloves, but it’s too cold. No choice, though. I see a figure up ahead moving through the woods, and I raise my rifle, ready. They don't see me yet, and I don't know if they're alone. I wouldn't be if I were patrol
ling the pines. Kneeling down, I feel around find a rock just a little smaller than a baseball. Keeping my right hand on the trigger of my rifle, I throw the rock off to my left, a little behind me towards the clump of dry bushes that I passed a minute ago. The rock scrapes and rattles through the branches, and the figure in front of me turns, bringing up a hand in a bunched fist sign.
Gotcha. Point man on at least a two man patrol. I stay stock still, my eyes still scanning the area as one more man comes forward. They communicate to each other using gestures, I can't see them all, but as they work out whatever they are planning. I take the risk that it's just the two of them. Raising my rifle I fire, the muffled pfft of the silenced rounds barely audible in the darkness. I see them both drop, down with head shots, and I move on quickly, ignoring their bodies. I'm here to get Ivan, not intelligence. Besides, I can't be sure there isn't a third person on the patrol.
Reaching the edge of the cleared section of the property, I circle around carefully, getting as much intel as I can. There's only one light on, in an upstairs room that is supposed to be the master bedroom. I sink down into the shadows created by the trees, wondering how I'm going to get up there. I think carefully, I can't just run across the fifty yards of lawn without expecting to get myself shot. I may have taken out two men in a patrol, but there's got to be more inside. It takes more than that to capture Ivan.
I've got to create a distraction. Thinking quickly, I reach into my side pocket and pull out my cell phone. I've got a data signal here, and using my jacket to shield the light, I pull up my browser. The local pizza shop has a website, and I quickly send in an order for five large pepperoni pizzas, and tag it for a rush order, which guarantees me delivery in thirty minutes or less. Some of the national chains may have backed off, but this local shop still survives by that guarantee.
Waiting for the pizzas to arrive, I keep my eyes out, looking for anything that might give me a clue as to what's going on in the house. There's some movement, but not enough for me to get a clear picture on what's going on until the pizza delivery truck, an old Toyota pickup with a magnetic sticker from the shop on the side, pulls up, his bright lights blaring and illuminating a lot through the front picture window. The two men inside there are immediately scrambling, reacting to the light from the unexpected truck, taking their attention off of my area as I take off. There's a time for quiet movement and there's a time for taking risks.
