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It was a trivial thing really, combat training in the rain and getting muddied. In fact, it didn't even bother Commander Nathaniel Taylor that his face was smeared, his hair was covered and the color of his shirt and pants were no longer recognizable. It didn't even bother him that the mud got into his boots and squished between his toes.
What did bother him was- because of the storm- the pipelines that connected directly to his home had shifted and rubbed against another. The heavy pressure of the mud had seen to it that the two copper pipes grinded enough that a crack, big enough for mud to slip through, formed. At least that's the conclusion Taylor came up with when he turned on his faucet and the only thing to come out was mud.
Jesus Christ, all he wanted was to get clean.
Taking a deep breath, he considered going to Guzman's but thought better of it when he remembered the man was on patrol. He'd be damned before he went into the man's home, without him there, to shower. It would start rumors that he didn't have the stomach to think about.
His mind strayed to the Shannon's. Rolling it in his mind a moment, he considered. They would undoubtedly welcome him…but they were a family of five, which was already stretching the hot shower limit.
He had no choice but to consider his second in command. He knew she wouldn't have a problem with it, especially since it was partly her fault that he got so muddy.
He grinned at the memory.
Commander Taylor ran through shoot wrestling drills with his men and taught them how to get their opponent down and make them tap out in submission for training purposes only. He emphasized that in a real situation, they couldn't hesitate breaking their opponent's limbs or it would be their own on the line.
He knew since he was the instructor, he shouldn't be joining in, but he couldn't help himself. It was his favorite drill to go over. He took down three men one after the other. Each of them put up a decent fight but in the end, he had brought them to the ground and, within seconds, had each of them tapping.
He knew that if they were to fight anyone else but him they would have an easier time but this was the point of the drills. They had to fight for dominance, wrestle and fight for the submission hold. It would one day mean that they would have to fight for their lives. Hell, it would one day save their lives.
"Next!" he said, after tapping out another man. No one rose to the challenge. "Come on, ladies, let's go! Who's next?" His second in command went from facing the line of men, to her Commander. He raised an eyebrow at her for a moment. Try as he might, he couldn't shake the grin from his mouth. "Come on then, Wash. Show these guys how it's done."
She lunged for him and took hold of his biceps. He did the same and pulled her to the side to get her down. She anticipated it and went with the motion. Alicia made a wide step to balance herself but Taylor wasn't going to give her time to form an idea. He pulled her in the other direction, making her step wide- once again- to gain her footing.
Pulling her towards him to take her feet from under her was easy since she was so much lighter than the male body mass he was used to. What he didn't expect, was her to use his weight against him. She came in fast; attacking his feet with her own to make him stumble. When he stepped; she swiped his foot before it landed, executing the trip beautifully.
He went tumbling down and she used that opportunity pull him into the motion. With him grounded on his knees and her still on her feet, she was at a disadvantage. Alicia soon found herself flat on her back with the Commander moving in for a choke hold. She slipped her arm through his, so his grip wouldn't be as effective. She managed to get both legs hooked around his waist, a position of advantage for her. He tried prying off one of her legs but she had the hold on strong. Wash cross gripped the back of his shirt and pulled so her elbows aligned with each other; effectively executing a cross choke.
A normal man would have tapped. Hell, a normal man would have tried prying off her hands; Nathaniel Taylor was not a normal man. Instead, he rolled, flipping their positions. A small frown marred Alicia's features because this was the worst position he could possibly be in right now.
In this spot, despite the fact he couldn't breathe- and in about three more seconds he was going to pass out- he smirked at her. She was close enough to him that he was able to reach up and gripped her ponytail. He was relentless as he pulled.
"Argh!" her grip relented slightly, allowing air to rush into his lungs. He coughed a few times but couldn't stop to allow himself the luxury of oxygen once again filling his body. Not when Wash was proving to be a difficult opponent. One thing was for sure, she had definitely improved since they last faced one another in the shoot wrestling match. Using this opportunity, he pried her pinky finger from its grip on his shirt and bent it back; releasing the choke hold she had on him. With her hair and pinky under his mercy, there was very little she was able to do.
At least he thought so.
She took him by surprise and used her other hand to slap his off her pinky. He pulled her head back further and enjoyed arched look it gave her for a mere moment. Flipping their positions once more, he was still locked in her leg grip. With a muddy hand, Wash pushed his face up. With this action; his hold loosened on her hair and she was able to pull herself up. She wrapped her arm around the back of his neck and pulled his head against her ribs, just under her underarm.
Using this opportunity to hook a hand through her legs, he was able to pry a limb off him. She let go of her hold on his head and moved quickly. Grabbing his wrist with both hands, she was able to hook her legs around his arm. He landed on his back and cringed when he felt Wash apply the arm bar.
There was no way he was tapping out to her. Not a chance. With a force that took Alicia by surprise, he curled his arm, countering the lock she had on it. Bringing himself onto his knees, he jerked his arm from her, enjoying the thud and splash of mud when she landed on her back from letting go of him.
He lunged for her and she rolled, making him land with his own thud, on his stomach. Moving quickly, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her to him. He climbed on top of her; overpowering her attempts at freeing herself and took her arm by force. He used the same position she had him in just now, and leaned back. She tried every tactic she knew of but in this position, he was too strong.
The pain in her arm became too unbearable any longer and in moments she was tapping the leg closest to her free hand. Instantly, he let her go and they lay there in the mud for a good moment to catch their breath.
He was the first to stand. Looking down at her still laying there, breathing heavily, he grinned at her. Mischief glinted in his eyes. He held out a hand to her and when she took it, he hauled her to her feet. "Good job, Wash." he turned to the men he was training. "That gentlemen, is the kind of fight you want to put up. You can't do at least that, you might as well ask to die." he turned to his lieutenant and winked at her. She grinned back at him and hooked her thumbs into her belt loops.
The men started fighting harder.
Standing outside Wash's door, with a bag full of extra clothes was a normal thing to do, he told himself. He'd done it plenty of times in the past. He would knock, she would take a few moments to answer the door and he would be invited in. The only problem was he had yet to knock.
"Knock, damn it," he hissed to himself and waited a few beats. This was ridiculous; there was nothing nerve-wracking about knocking on the door of his lieutenant's home. Squaring his shoulders, he swallowed his pride and rapped on the hard wood.
It took Wash three beats to answer. When she did, they both stared at each other blankly, each of them examining their clothes, adopting similar surprised expressions on their faces.
"Why are you still muddy?" they asked in unison. Grinning at one another, Wash opened the door more fully to allow her CO inside.
Stepping over the threshold, he removed his boots and looked at the counter of her kitchen, his grin widening. "Having a few before a shower, Wash? Don't people usually wait until after they're clean to indulge?"
That earned him a raised eyebrow as she held up his favorite amber colored liquor. Captain Morgan, year 2015. Wash knew how to host, he would give her that. Seeing his look of surrender to the hard drink, she grinned and set down a glass for him and filled it to the top.
"Whoa there, Wash. You tryin' to kill me?" he said and whistled. Clearly, she'd already had a couple. The mud on both their clothes was drying, leaving clumps and chips of it on the floor every time they moved.
"Big strong man like you can handle it." she said with full confidence in a voice so very unlieutenant-like. He narrowed his eyes at her; took the glass and indulged her. Taking three large gulps, he emptied it and set it down. His look was stoic as he stared into her eyes, seeing if she was going to challenge him again.
She did.
"You going to join in? Or are you going to let me do this solo?" Alicia poured her own glass of Wisers, year 2025. Raising their respective glasses in silent cheers, they downed their drinks before slamming them down on the counter.
"Okay, that's enough for me," said Wash and rinsed her glass in the sink. The water was clear here, which meant they were both in the clear for showering.
Taylor hummed in mockery, his gaze filled with amusement and filled his glass once more. God, the woman was such a bad influence on his drinking habits. He chugged his last one and put his glass in the sink as well.
He could feel his cheeks heat from the alcohol and blew out a breath.
"I never did ask you. Why are you here?" asked Wash, leaning against her counter. She was relaxed, comfortable. The alcohol was clearly starting to have an effect on her. He could tell by her relaxed stance and the glaze over her eyes. It wasn't enough to put her on her ass though. That was one thing he knew she prided herself on. She could drink almost any man under the table. Save for him, of course.
"The only thing that comes out of my faucet right now is muddy water. I think my pipeline cracked. I'll need to get Benjamin Hobbs on it first thing tomorrow morning. Would you mind if I got cleaned up here?" he asked.
"Of course not," she replied. "I'll run the water for you-"
"Ladies first," he insisted, making her pause. "It's your home, Wash. You take the first shower. I'll occupy myself out here."
"Alright," she said after a beat, and disappeared into her bathroom.