It started as a lark. I'd only meant to glance at the CCTV, to make sure Jack and Gwen didn't need anything. I knew they'd gone down to do weapons-training. Protocol stated that new team members needed to be prepped and trained within their first week, and that deadline was fast approaching. But watching Jack press himself up to Gwen, showing her how to sight down her arm, at the target, made me pause. It was hot. There was just something about a girl handling a gun that made a guy sit up straight.

I watched as Gwen tentatively handled what looked like her first gun. Jack flinched when she swung the barrel around. I couldn't believe she'd almost pointed the gun at him. He turned her towards the target, keeping her from firing at the roof, angling her body. Then he was moving her hair away from her neck so he could set her sights for her.

"Look down your shoulder, down yer arm, straight down to the sights." I remembered my trainer saying that on the sidelines years ago, when I'd been trained. The gruff, grizzled ex-drill sergeant had none of Jack's charm, but he'd been a damn fine shot. And a grueling taskmaster. I appreciated the time he'd spent with me now, even as I hated him then.

And then Jack posed, pretending like was firing, and I gazed at the image of the two of them so close together. Pulling her in, guiding her hand and the gun up. Gazing at her. I bet she could feel his breath hot on her neck. A tingle started in my belly thinking about it. Jack's vest buttons would be digging lightly into my back. His thighs and hips, snug in those fitted dark blue slacks just grazing the backs of my legs. His hot breath on my neck. The blue shirt underneath...

My sudden hard-on brought me back to the present and made me realize just who I was lusting after. I turned away and tried to ignore the sensations. But I'd never forget that outfit. I wonder...

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