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Cassie's mind was numb and she was overtaken with a sense of happiness she hadn't felt in a long time. Cassie was drunk, she hadn't had a serious drinking session in over two years, not since she'd graduated college.

"Time out!" She gasped around her third shot of scotch.

Sergeant Will James smiled at her evilly, knocking back his shot. "You can't call time out in a drinking game, you light-weight."

"Hey!" She slurred, pointing a wobbly finger at him in her drunken attempt at seriousness. "I am not a light-weight. I can drink as well as any of these nancy's."

She waved an arm around haphazardly, indicating his fallen comrades who were all asleep around the fire. "I out drank your merry men."

"Well my 'merry men' are feather-weights. The fact that you're still up just means you're a light-weight." His smirk was both irritating and arousing to her.

"Ah, wha'da you know?" She grumbled, holding out her empty shot glass. "Fill me up again, I'll show you light-weight."

"Alright," he sighed, cupping her wrist with one hand to steady her glass before he refilled it. Her wrist tingled when she pulled it back. "Your turn."

She feigned thinking, humming in a theatrical fashion making him chuckle darkly. "I have never shot a man."

"Low blow," Will snarked, tipping back his shot and going to refill it. "I have never dyed my hair."

Her eyebrows rose as her glass remained firmly on the sand beside her.

"Really?" He asked in disbelief. "That blonde is all you?"

"I'm from California, Sergeant. Sunlight does what a salon can for free with less damage. This," She flicked her blonde curls over her shoulder, "Is all natural."

"Right." He sat back on his hands and looked at her expectantly.

"Oh, my go. I have never had sex outdoors." She smiled, watching as he downed his shot once more.

"You were playing possum before weren't you?" He smirked, "You're good at this."

"I went to UCLA, of course I'm good at drinking games. We invented the damn things."

"I got you this time." He refilled his glass as she was satisfied to see that his hand was no longer as steady as it had been. "I have never had sex with my roommate."

Her eyes widened and she blushed from her cheeks to the roots of her hair before slowly bringing the glass to her lips and knocking it back.

"I knew it!" He crowed, "You were one of those Girls Gone Wild candidates in college."

"My room-mate was hot!" She insisted, smirking at him as he reached over to refill her once more. "Anyone with eyes wanted to bang her."

"I want to hear more about this roommate." Will smiled, swilling the contents of his glass around and eying her.

"Rachel was hot, classic all American girl next door. Blonde hair, amazing boobs and ass that just wouldn't quit." Cassie sat up, tucking her feet underneath her and leaning towards him. "Best lay I've ever had."

"Are you gay?" He asked, taken aback.

"Me? No, how about you?"

"Not even slightly." He smirked, "How is it that a woman is the best lay you've had if you're normally into dudes?"

"Because no man has ever lived up to the bar she set. The things that girl could do with her mouth…"

Cassie saw his intake of breath and the way his fists clenched. "You okay, Sergeant?" She asked.

"Me, uh yeah." He managed, swallowing past the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry." Her smile was wicked as she leant further towards him. "I forget sometimes you guys are stuck out here for months on end without any unarmed female company. Me talking about my first lesbian experience with my hot blonde roommate must be very trying."

His breath quickened at her words and she bit her lip to stop herself laughing before she continued, "I mean, I'd seen her naked a ton of times when she got out of the shower. All wet and dripping, she had no sense of shame, she'd just walk around our room with not a stitch on while she dried off."

Cassie inched closer, her lips coming close to his ear, "When she was dry she'd stand in the room and apply lotion all over her body. And I mean all over…"

Her lips practically brushed his earlobe as she added, "I couldn't help myself, I had to fuck her."

He moved with intent, pulling her firmly into his lap and fastening his lips to hers with a bruising force. The moan she made was guttural, almost feral, as her arms wound around him, holding him to her as he devoured her. She felt a rush course through her body, one that only came with the right balance of alcohol and adrenaline. Her heart beat fast against her ribs as his calloused hands slipped under the fabric of her vest and pulled it over head, tossing it to the ground somewhere.

"Will," she moaned, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip. "You're friends are here…"

"They're unconscious." He said, dismissing her concern.

"But still…" She ground out, pressing down against the obvious outline of his erection through his pants.

"Fine." He groused, lifting her off his lap and onto her knees beside him. He grabbed her hand as he climbed up, tugging her away from their little camp fire towards the back of the barracks. He glanced around the corner, checking the coast was clear before he pulled her along behind him and quickly darted up the steps and into his room.

As soon as the door was shut behind them he had her pressed up against it, his legs pushing hers open so he could press against her, grinding his hips into hers and eliciting a guttural moan from her. He pulled her petite frame against his as he levered them away from the door and dumped her on the bed. She was up in seconds, dragging him to sit at the end as she straddled his lap again, nipping at his neck with her teeth.

A voice in his head was berating him, this was against every rule ever made in the history of Army-Red Cross relations. You protect those wearing the red and white vests, you take civilian casualties to those wearing the red and white vests but you do not, under any circumstances, fuck someone wearing a red and white vest. It was very easy to ignore that voice when she was slowly ground down onto him again. He growled as her lips moved to his ear nipping his earlobe with her teeth. He gripped her hips and ground her down against him harder. His name came from her lips as a moan and he was lost. The voice shut up and he rolled her around until she was pinned below him.

She started tugging at his shirt and he helped her as it was discarded somewhere over his shoulder. She reached her hands up and caressed the muscles of his chest, her finger tips grazing his nipples as she did so.

His eyes devoured her body. The soft peach skin of her chest slowly rose until it met the pink lace of her bra, something he'd never thought he'd see again after four months surrounded by sports bras and men, where it disappeared from his sight. His hand traced the edge, following the lace over her breast and down to where he skin reappeared. His fingers trailed a path from the centre of her stomach until he reached her belly button.

He moved down the bed dropping kisses across her stomach. She moaned, reaching down to entwine her hands in his hair. She tugged, a rough tug, and this wasn't a request. She was demanding his mouth back where she could get at it.

He growled again, the sound vibrating out of his chest and against the lace of her bra. He wanted to feel her skin against his without interruption. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him until she lay atop him, straddling his hips. He reached around her back, unsnapping the bra with a simple movement of his hand.

His eyes burned with desire as the bra started to fall away from her. Slowly it revealed every inch of her breasts until he could see her small pink nipples. He pulled it from her before sitting up the meet her and pressing his lips against every inch of the skin he had exposed.

His lips reached her nipple and he snaked his tongue out against it. She jolted as desire spiked inside her body and she groaned.

He moaned and she rocked, grinding herself down on his arousal again. It was intoxicating. He moved to her neck and nipped her with his teeth. She whimpered, gripping her fingers in his short cropped hair and tugging hard.

Another groan emanated from him and he rolled back, covering her body with his. The shorts she was wearing were pulled off, followed by her panties. He'd ripped them up, he knew it but he didn't care and she made no indication that she did. His trousers followed, disappearing somewhere at the end of the bed.

He pushed her down again, wrapping one of his hands around her wrists and yanking her hands above her head. He was going to claim this girl, she was going to be his. Even if it could only be in the most carnal sense he would own this girl, he would make her reassess having a woman taking the top spot as the best lay she'd ever had.

She struggled a little, gaining leverage with her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His arousal slid against her moist heat and they both groaned at the contact. He moved his length up and down, covering himself with her arousal before pulling back a little.

He looked into her eyes and waited. He needed some kind of permission; he wouldn't take her without it. Her lidded eyes sparkled as she arched, pushing her hips up against him and pulling his tip into her.

He groaned at the heat of her, she was exquisite. He lent down and nipped her ear. She arched again, taking him further and he paused, nipping her shoulder, trying to control the basic animalistic urge to take her hard and fast.

She moaned his name and he lost his battle, he bit down onto her shoulder and buried himself to the hilt. He couldn't stop, he was lost in the smell of her and the way she gasped and groaned under him.

Her soft body welcomed him, everything he did she accepted. The bite, the way he roughly moved her body exactly where he wanted it. There was no gentleness about him now. He was working only with the animal urge to take some intimacy and make her his.

He gripped her hips and turned her over putting her on all fours, pounding into her. What were moans and groans of his name suddenly became expletives and shouts as he found the perfect angle. He gripped her hips harder, driving into her with force.

Suddenly she cried out, her face falling into her hands as she came. Her muscles clamped down on him, dragging his orgasm out of him and milking it for all it was worth.

He slowly picked her up, crushing her back against his chest and cradling her. She leant her head back, resting it on his shoulder as he placed kisses on the side of her face. He moved them, never releasing her from his hold and pulled the sheet up around them.

She pressed back against him firmly as he held her. One arm under her neck and the other over her stomach and tucked underneath her side. He enveloped her into him.

"Now," he panted, rubbing his nose along her shoulder as she lay still trembling from her climax. "Did I knock your roommate off her top spot?"

She laughed, a breathless giggle and turned to look at him over her shoulder. "You're about tied." She teased, her eyes sparkling.

"Huh," He huffed, a look of pure mischief danced across his features. "Well I guess I'll have to try harder next time."

He watched as her eyes widened and placed a kiss on her shoulder, right on top of the teeth marks barely visible in the moonlight. "You didn't think we were done now, did you?"

A/N: Hello! Just watched the Hurt Locker after not watching it for over a year and this little thing just hit me full speed and wouldn't let me go. What do you guys think of this little interlude? Can be one shot, could carry on for few chapters, depends on what you guys want. Want me to continue? Ideas for things you'd like me to have Sergeant Will do? Hit the little button below, show me some love and tell me what you want! I'll be more than happy to oblige!