by Mia Ford
The Marine, done with words, let go of Olivia's arm if only to get a better position by which to attack Clint. The moment he released his grip he turned his body, clenched his fist, brought his arm back and dropped to the ground.
Olivia didn't even see it happen. One minute he was turning to attack Clint, the next he was on the ground, out cold. Clint, somehow, managed to knock him out without even moving. Well, obviously he had moved, but barely. It was so fast and so precise that Olivia barley caught it. If it wasn't for the passed out Marine on the floor she wouldn't have even realized it had happened.
"Are you OK?" Clint asked. Gone was the jovial, smart aleck facade that he usually carried with him. His tone was serious and his eyes were even more so. The way he looked at Olivia was that of someone who actually cared for her, who was furious with what he had just come across.
"I'm... yeah I'm..." She could barely get the words out. It wasn't even that she was shaken over the experience. And it wasn't that she was so grateful that she was having trouble forming words. It was that right then, in that moment, she was suddenly reminded of why she had fallen for Clint in the first place. She was transported back to the Naval Academy when Clint was everything to her. When he was the strong rock in her life that she used to lean on for support. When he was... when he was...
--
Whether it was she who invited him back to her house, or he who suggested it, Olivia couldn't recall. Really that detail wasn't important.
Within minutes of them walking through her front door, the two were all over each other. It wasn't that it was planned, or preordained. It was just that, coming off the moment in the parking lot, Olivia was unable to control herself. Four years of pent up desires unleashed themselves that night to the point where she wasn't thinking about what she was doing, or what the consequences might be. Instead she just did them.
They were in the kitchen when it happened. Olivia offered to make Clint a drink, which he accepted. But the moment she was in the tiny space, Clint lifted her up and plopped her on the kitchen table. As he did so, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in so close that she could feel him getting hard beneath his jeans.
As the two locked in a passionate embrace, their lips clashing, he biting her neck while she pulled down on his hair in a state of ecstasy, she had to work to control herself. She had to stop herself from screaming.
Her free hand wasted no time in finding his belt. One quick movement with the buckle was all it took for her to unleash his pants and drop them to the ground. As Olivia had a skirt on, there was no need for Clint fo remove it. There wasn't time. At least it felt that way anyway. With his pants down, she wrapped her hand around his throbbing member, guiding it toward her open legs. It was hard in her palm, and she squeezed it as if working to engorge it even more than it already was.
Clint let off a low moan as he bite into her neck again. She threw her head back, sucking in air as his hand found its way to her inner thigh. He flicked her panties aside, his penis prodding the outside of her swollen lips. She braced herself, holding her breath as Clint finally slid inside of her.
The crazy thing was how natural it felt.
It didn't feel sluttly, or perverted or rushed. As she grinded him on the kitchen bench, and he pounded her for all she was worth, it felt like it was meant to be, as if what they were doing was the most normal thing in the world. She arched her hips up, allowing him deeper inside of her. He wrapped his hands around her firm backside, pulling her into him. It had been four years yet it felt as if not a day had passed since he was last inside of her.
He then flipped Olivia over, staying inside her the whole time as she bent herself over the bench. He slapped her ass and pulled her hair. She screamed for more and he complied. Right then and there Olivia knew that once wasn't going to be enough. This may have started out as a heat of the moment, base desire foray. But it wasn't going to remain that way.
She was, much to her dismay, falling for Clint all over again.
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"So... a Navy SEAL?" Clint asked. The two had been lying in bed for some time in total silence. Olivia, wrapped in Clint's arms, was content with staring at the ceiling while she thought on what had just happened. She had a lot on her mind and was glad for the chance to ponder. Evidently Clint wasn't of the same mind.
"What about it?" she asked dismissively. She really hoped that he wasn't going to suddenly revert back to the stereotypical soldier. She had just given herself to him willingly, under the guise that he was different. She would have hated for him to prove otherwise.
"Nothing. It's just odd that's all – I don't mean odd in that way," he quickly retracted. Evidently he felt Olivia's body seize up as she readied herself to argue. "What I meant was that you never showed any interest in being a SEAL before. In fact I seem to remember you dismissing me when I told you I was going to become one?"
"I didn't dismiss you because you wanted to be a SEAL," Olivia began. "I did it because you were dropping out of the Naval Academy." She wasn't ready to tell him the real reason she had been angry at the time. Maybe one day she would, but not right then.
"What did that have to do with anything?" Clint asked. He didn't sound like was trying to start an argument. But more that he was genuinely curious.
"Because... well because now you can never be a commissioned officer. Without an education from the Academy the most you can ever hope for it to be an enlisted officer and that isn't... that severely limits your capabilities." It was a lame argument, but one she stuck to.
"So," he said without a hint of concern.
"So?... don't you... don’t you want to do more?"
"Than what? I like being a SEAL. I like fighting for my country. What more can I possibly do?"
Olivia sat up now, turning to stare at Clint. He spoke with such assurance and conviction. It made her argument seem weak by comparison. Heck, it made her seem weak by comparison. Should she tell him the real reason she was mad when he left? How it had broken her heart?
"Have you been nominated yet?" He asked, breaking the silence and saving her the trouble of needing to come up with some sort of point, As he asked the question he ran his finger up Olivia's thigh. It sent a shiver down her spine; one that she loved.
"No. That's why I'm... I've been asking around but it's not so easy when..."
"When you're a woman," Clint finished. And indeed that was the case. In order to become a SEAL you needed to be nominated either by a member of Congress of an officer in the military. Olivia had been trying for the last three months to receive a nomination, but hadn't as of yet been successful.
Clint must have sensed Olivia's frustration because he sat up, putting his arm around her. "I'll tell you what. I can't nominate you, but I can still help."
"How?"
"Well the way I see it is most people won't give you a chance because they don't think you've got what it takes. So let's show them that you do. I'll train you."
"You'll train me? What do you mean?"
"I mean just that. I'll train you the same way I was trained. Then, when you're ready I'll speak up for you and help you get that nomination. I may not be a commissioned officer, but I know a few. I'm sure I can help. Heck, I want to help."
Again Olivia was rendered speechless. Despite herself she was very quickly being reminded of why she had fallen for Clint so hard in the first place. She had to stop and try anjd convince herself that he was just doing it to try and sleep with her... again. She wasn't about to fall for Clint a second time and have her heart broken a second time. She wouldn't let herself.
But then again, her argument against him was weak to say the least and as she fell back in his arms she could feel herself falling for him all over again. And she hated herself for it.
"You have yourself a deal," she finally said. "And I think we better get to training right away." And without another word she threw her leg over him, readying herself for that first bout of training.
CHAPTER FIVE
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br /> Not one to waste time, Clint insisted that Olivia start her training the very next day. He did this for a couple of reasons. The reason that he told her was because he would have to be going back to Pearl Harbor soon and thus wanted to get things underway as soon as possible.
The other reason though was his want to test her resolve. Olivia claimed she wanted to be a SEAL, but Clint wasn't sure if she knew what that meant. Becoming a Navy SEAL was an incredibly difficult process. It wasn't just the physical regiment that was tough, but the mental aspect too. For most recruits it was the mind that broke first, not the body. There is a a one week period early in SEAL training known affectionalty as 'Hell Week." During this week a recruit got at most 5 hours of sleep, for the whole week. Clint had known full grown men to break down in tears during this period. He had to make sure that Olivia had what it took before she even began.
And he had to admit that, at least from the beginning, it seemed as if Olivia was as dedicated to the cause as she claimed.
She was up before him the morning of their first training session and ready long before he was even close. He even tried to seduce her back to the bedroom, and was delighted when she rebuffed him.
The previous night Clint had gotten a taste of Olivia's physical progression. Indeed he was more than impressed by both her stamina and personal strength. She had told him that she had been training for some time and the previous night was but a taste. It wasn't until they arrived down by the water's edge that he was going to serve up the main course.
"SEAL training is the hardest thing you will ever have to do," Clint warned her as they set up on the beach. The sun was only just rising and they were the only two on the shore. "Before we start I just want to say that there is no shame in failing either. Just trying is more than most --"
"Will you stop babying me," Olivia said as she jumped up and down on the spot. "I've read all about it and am more than aware. In fact, I'd go so far as to say I'm fitter than you are right now."
"Is that so?" Clint asked, not even bothering to hide the smile on his face. "If that's the case, let's begin."
If Clint was being honest he'd have to admit that he may have pushed Olivia a little harder than he had originally intended. The truth was that he really just wanted to see what she was made of. And, to his delight, she impressed him from start to finish.
As they weren't at his Naval Base, Clint was unable to get access to any marine gear, so for this session they stuck to dry land. As such the entire morning was made up of beach sprints, push ups, sit ups, long distance running and swimming. And then, when that was all done, they would do it again.
"Faster! Faster!" he screamed at her as she sprinted up and down the beach, the sweat pouring off her as her whole body shook.
"Ten more, I want ten more!" he yelled in her ear as she did push up after push up. With her hands buried in the soft sand, and the sun beating down on her back, it was a wonder she didn't pass out on the spot.
"I want to see you back in this spot in five minutes!" he boomed as she ran into the water, diving through the ocean as she began her fifth swim of the morning. She had five minutes to swim to the buoy one hundred yards out to sea and back again.
She never complained. She never asked for a break. Everything that Clint ordered of her she did with gusto and verve. Even when the session was nearing an end, and Clint asked for more than he had originally intended, she complied. Even when she could barely move, as she fell to her knees mid sprint, or dropped onto her stomach mid push up, she soldiered on. It was a level of dedication that he found admirable and... if he were being honest, slightly arousing.
When Clint had gone to that bar the night before he had not expected to find Olivia there. He knew what she was like and knew that she wasn't the bar going type. So when he spotted her in the parking lot he could not believe it. And when she invited him back to her place, he was shocked to say the least.
But what he had found most odd was how right it all felt. That entire day his head had been filled with thoughts of Olivia. As she sprinted up the beach and swum out in the ocean, he distracted himself with images from the night before and how perfect it had been. He hadn't thought on her in four years and now, like a punch to the face, he couldn't get her out of his mind.
He didn't want to admit it either and he did all that he could to deny it, but Clint knew for a fact that he was starting to fall for the Navy SEAL to be. It was just like the Academy all over again, only this time there would be no leaving. Of that he was sure.
The heart wants what it wants and right then, it wanted one thing...
--
The sex seemed to get better and better. Even after a full day of working out and training, both Clint and Olivia left nothing at the door. What Clint found most amazing was that it was Olivia who initiated it too. He would have assumed she'd have been too worn out, and for that he couldn't have blamed her. But no.
She came out of his shower in nothing but a towel, the steam from the room billowing around her and pouring into the bedroom. Clint, already in his towel and about to go shower himself, never made it that far.
Olivia pushed him back as he tried to step around her, near throwing him onto the bed. As he sat up, she dropped her towel, revealing her near perfect body. Indeed, to Clint it was the epitome of what a woman's figure should be. Her large breasts were perfectly round and seemed to defy gravity; bouncing as she moved toward him. Her flat stomach hinted at the beginnings of a six pack and her hips were a perfect hourglass curve.
Still in his towel, Clint remained where he was as Olivia climbed on him, straddling him as she did.
"Don't move," she whispered in his ear as she kissed him on the neck, softly, passionately, before working her way down his chest and to his stomach. Each kiss was soft and moist and each one moved closer and closer to his towel.
She slid from him, falling to her knees as she dragged his towel with her. Clint lifted his hips as she did this, releasing his now throbbing member for her. He knew what was coming of course, but still braced himself, holding his breath in anticipation as she planted kiss after kiss around his crotch, his thighs, his stomach. Everywhere but where she knew he wanted it most.
The whole time Clint shook, his breathing intensifying as she finally took him in her mouth. He remained on his back as she worked him, his hand running through her hair, gripping it without meaning too. Only when she were satisfied, did she climb back up. And then, without letting Clint return the favor, she climbed on him and slipped him inside of her without hesitation.
Even after a full day of training Olivia held nothing back. She kept her two hands on Clint's chest, keeping him down as she rode him, grinding her hips against his. Back and forth, back and forth. Everytime Clint tried to move, she pushed him back down. That night he was hers to do with as she pleased. And Clint... Clint was perfectly OK with it.
It was all about Clint that night, Olivia made sure of it. And whether she meant to or not, Olivia was all but ensuring that Clint was falling for her all over again.
CHAPTER SIX
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Clint asked without a hint of sarcasm. In fact there was a slight tinge to his voice, like he was choking, that suggested he was on the verge of tears.
"Yeah it's... it's something," Olivia agreed, not too sure what response he was after but knowing that the moment was too serious a one, for Clint at least, for her to make a joke.
The two were currently on a walking tour of the USS Arizona in Pearl Harbor. Of the eight battleships attacked during the attack on Pearl Harbor, all but one sailed again. The USS Arizona was struck in the hull by a torpedo, causing an explosion that was said to have lifted the great hunk of metal fifteen feet in the air before sending it to the bottom of the harbor. In commemorance to the fallen and the attack in general, it was decided that the ship would be left where it sunk. Now it acts as both a tourist attraction to those visiting the harbor and a constant reminder of what the soldiers were fighting for.
/> Two days after their training session on the beach, both Olivia and Clint took a helicopter ride to Pearl Harbor. Clint went because that was where he was stationed. He had only gone across to San Diego to meet with Olivia, and that was only because of the charges he was brought up on. Olivia on the other hand went because she had to follow through with the next part of her investigation, that was interviewing the memebers of the Coast Guard that were present during the submarine incident.
The two days before Clint and Olivia had left, had been spent entirely together. By day Clint would train Olivia and by night the two would catch up on lost times. In fact, as Clint had no official residence, he opted to move in with Olivia. When he asked her if he could it had caught her off guard – yet another act that suggested he was after more than just a casual romance. She was going to deny him at first, not wanting to put herself in a position where he could hurt her again. But eventually relented. She was only human after all
In the end, those two days were the best in Olivia's recent memory. Sure, each day she was pushed to within an inch of her life; even throwing up on several occasions. But she couldn't remember a time when she had been so happy. And it wasn't just that she felt as if she were coming closer to her goal either. It was because of Clint. The two had fallen back into their old rhythms and every day she was reminded of why she had loved him so fiercely in the first place.
