A/N: This chapter contains MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT. You have been forewarned. And yes...I am writing that stuff in now, not just suggesting without saying.

CHAPTER 2:

"Thank you, Cooper." Jennifer said as she got out of his car. Cooper opened up the trunk and began handing the luggage out to them. They were at a private airstrip where they had hired a private plane to take them to Qatar with all their weapons. Jen looked around, the breeze whipping up her hair. Dark clouds were rolling in. It seemed they would be in for a turbulent airplane ride. Jen put on her jacket after she felt goose bumps gather on her arms. Cooper shut the trunk and the three of them gathered beside the car.

"So…again, I know we've talked about it but please, take care of our daughter like she was your own. And make sure Fiona doesn't lose her mind about this."

"I will, I promise you." Cooper smiled. He and Fiona had been together two years without a single problem. He knew that he'd be able to keep her sane.

"And another thing; if we don't come back alive…when Marissa is older, I want the two of you to tell her the truth about everything. Don't sugar-coat a thing." Jen told him. "She deserves the truth about her parents."

"Jen, aren't you being a bit morbid?" James inputted, snaking his arm around his wife's waist.

"I'm just pointing it out in case anything happens but I'm not saying that it will."

"It's all right Mui, I get it."

"Oh Cooper, stop calling me Mui! You've been working with us for the past two years, you've earned my trust. You can call me Jen, Jennifer…." She stammered. She had the butterfly feeling in her stomach. She was nervous about leaving, especially since she was leaving her daughter behind. But, she had to get over it and she knew that a heated war zone was not the place for a toddler. Suddenly, they heard a loud rumbling from the other end of the runway. The old military jet they were going to be taking had just arrived.

"We should probably go love." James said as he started walking towards the aircraft. Jen grabbed her bags and started walking after him. She turned round and waved to Cooper as he got back into his car. He honked at them, revving the engine on the Aston before driving off in a blur.

Eight Hours Later…

"Oh I have never been so glad to see solid ground in my life." Jen whispered into James' ear as they got off the plane. The ride had been a very turbulent one, and being an older plane, there were moments Jen thought she would've rather bailed out of it than continued to endure the rough ride. She was still kind of shaky as she walked along, clinging to her husband's strong arm. It was the middle of the night in Qatar and the moonlight reflected off of the desert sand. They were headed to a small town, called Juh. It was the southernmost city in the whole entire country. And yet, Jen and James still had a good forty miles to go before they arrived there. Luckily, James had already arranged them a ride from Allied Nations. They had left them a very familiar and unchanged green Humvee. James got in the driver's seat, turning the key. The engine roared to life as Jen got in, slamming her door shut. James began driving at forty miles an hour, sand kicking up behind them.

"Jen? You still awake?"

"Yeah, I'm here." She replied quietly. They still had another twenty miles to go before they arrived at the A.N. base. "So, why did you arrange all this with the Allies when we could have just worked on our own? What happened to being freelance?"

"Well, Major Garrett happened to be on duty here and I figured he could pull some strings for us. Besides, I thought we were decided on working for them."

"Uh no. I thought we had decided we were going to work with whoever was paying the most."

"Jen, you have to go with who you know. I mean there's the Chinese, the Saudi Arabians and…" James shuddered. "The Taliban."

"Bollocks! The Americans are cheap bastards!"

"Says she who got paid twenty million by them just to shoot down some North Koreans!" He retorted.

"Excuse me? That's cheap. Maybe not for you, but for me it is. We'll start off with the Allies, but after that, we need to check our other options!" Jen cried out.

"No! I've already got everything planned!"

"What happened to doing things together?"

"I…I…" She had caught him. James had gone behind her back, organising this because he knew she would overreact about working with the mostly American run faction. He kept his eyes on the road. They were just arriving at the A.N. base outside of Juh. Jen folded her arms in a huff. She was tired, they both were, but he really pissed her off. Suddenly, James jerked the truck to a stop. "We're here." He muttered, getting out of the Humvee, slamming the door behind him. Jen sighed, also getting out. James furiously dug through the back seat, pulling out their three bags, one with their guns, the other two with personal belongings. An Allied soldier was at the gate, waiting for them.

"Sergeant Holt, Ms. Mui, welcome to Juh. Major Garrett asked me to show you two to your room." He was a young man, no older than twenty. James started following the guard's flashlight lit path. Jen grabbed her bag of the sandy desert floor and began walking behind her husband. The guard looked back at them. "Hope you two don't mind sharing a bed, we're a little tight on stuff like that." He told them, his southern drawl quite evident in his speech. James thought back to when they had first worked together; they had to share a bed. But back then Jen had told him that he had the floor and that was that. James bet in his own mind that they wouldn't be sharing one tonight after their heated argument.

"Goon night y'all." The soldier called out as he let go of the door, closing it behind him. Jen had put her bag down carefully in the corner beside the bed. Their room was small, unpainted and had one tiny window with a small bathroom attached to the room. It had one bed, a single lamp, and bedside table. Jennifer still didn't want to talk to James after what he done, going behind her back and all. She stripped out of her clothes down to her underwear and got into bed. James didn't know what to do or say, but he was dead tired. He decided that he too was going for the bed. He sat down on the edge of it, untying his boots. Jen looked over her shoulder at him. She was waiting for him to talk first as he was the one in the wrong. When he continued to take off his shirt in silence and lay down in the bed, pulling the covers over his bare chest, she rolled over to face him, leaning on her elbow.

"All right, I don't know what to say to you but…"

"Then don't say anything." He mumbled.

"We're married now and we are supposed to do things as one unit."

"I did it because I knew you'd overreact." James explained, closing his eyes as his head hit his pillow.

"Overreact? I'm sorry, but you know that I don't exactly like the Americans…I mean the Allied Nations."

"I get it; you hate us Yankees."

"Us Yankees? You've been living in England for the past three and a half years, and you applied for a citizenship! Yet, you still consider yourself a 'Yankee'?" Jen spat. She was still pissed off, nothing could change her mood. James grumbled quietly to himself before rolling over to face her.

"I'm American born, you know that. I was a frigging Marine, it's in my blood!" James replied angrily. He couldn't believe she had started to bring his home country into this argument.

"I know but…oh never mind."

"What? You might as well say it Jen. It's not like I haven't heard it all from you before about how much you hate Americans."

"Just…" Jen sighed. "Look, can we please seriously check out what else is out there, and if there isn't anything better than the Allies, then we'll stick with them, all right?" She made a compromise.

The truth was she really didn't like arguing with him. James looked to his right down at her in the dark. He had been angry, but looking at the beautifully attractive woman who he had fallen in love with made him forget it all. "All right?" She repeated apprehensively.

"Fine. Jennifer, I'm sorry. I really am." James replied in a whisper, reaching out for her.

She shimmied closer to his chest and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair against his face. He laid his head down on the pillow again, next to hers and closed his eyes. Jen took his left hand and held it next to her chest, resting underneath her chin. The wind blew softly into the room through the partially open window, making a soft whistle ring in their ears. James gently pulled her hair back behind her ear so he could whisper; "It turns me on when you're angry. It's hot."

She let go of his hand. "I'm serious." He whispered again, moving his hand down to her breasts.

He started feeling them up, giving slight squeezes. Jen scowled. She was tired, and still very angry. She reached for his hand, grabbing it forcefully out of her bra. James chuckled and slowly moved his other hand, tracing the curves of her waist, her hips. He slipped his hand underneath her knickers, feeling the wiry hair of her crotch tickle his fingers. Jen was getting angrier, and she fought with him to move his hand out of her knickers. She rolled over to face James and then she slapped him, hard, across the face, leaving a red hand mark. James turned his head back to facing her, and then he lunged forward, their lips connecting in a rough, passionate kiss. Jen reached behind his head, yanking his ear. James fought back, biting her lip as she kissed him. James rolled her so he was on top, in a more dominant position, continuing to kiss her with lots of tongue as he roughly pulled off her bra, letting her breasts bounce loose underneath his naked chest. Jen reached under him, unbuttoning his pants, sliding them off with ease. She snaked her hand between his legs, grabbing his balls, giving them a squeeze. James gasped in surprise, digging his fingers into her shoulders. Jen continued her tirade, rubbing his testicles, moving up to the shaft of his large, slowly stiffening penis. She pulled away her hand, leaving him wanting more. James pouted at her actions and she grinned back deviously. James gave her a slight shove of the shoulders, pushing her up against the headboard of the bed. He straddled her thighs, hands pinning her shoulders down. He was fully erect and he barged his way into Jen, moving in and out as hard as he could. She moaned loudly, digging her nails into his arms. She dug deeply as he thrusted in and out, in and out. "You fucking Yankee!" She growled, fighting her way out of his tight grasp, slapping him across the face once more.

He took the slap with a grin, and initiative to screw her harder. He groaned, fighting her back, until she finally won and rolled him over so she was now on top. "I'll get you down again, you redcoat!" James roared back. The angrier she got, the hotter it was. Jen groaned as she held down his hands with all her might. Her nails left gaping red marks on his wrists. He wrenched his one hand away from her grasp and moved it up behind her curvy ass, pushing her into his thrusts. She grinned evilly, grabbing him by the throat just enough that he would feel some pressure. She started rocking back and forth in time with James. She let off a soft moan that gradually got louder and louder as she felt her climax getting closer. James took his hand off Jen's ass and moved it up her back, pulling her head down into a passionate but still powerful kiss. He prodded his tongue deeply in her mouth, moving it around. She retaliated by biting his tongue softly as he went to pull away. James fought a mouth to mouth battle with Jen, tongues engaging with teeth and the like.

"Mmmm." Jen mumbled softly. James pulled away, breathing heavily, still thrusting into her.

"Had enough yet?" He groaned. She closed her eyes, planted her hands on his manly chest. She felt her climax was approaching fast. She bit down on her lip.

"Ohhhhh bloody hell!" She screamed as she had an orgasm. James grinned as he too hit his climax. She fell over onto the bed beside him, staring up at the ceiling, out of breath. Her diaphragm was moving rapidly up and down as she struggled to regain her breath. James chuckled manically to himself. "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. Damn it…we should stay mad at each other more often."

"For once, I'm agreeing." Jen laughed, playfully tugging on his ear once more. James rolled onto his side, putting his arms over Jen's sweaty body.

"That's good." He tugged the blankets over them and closed his eyes.

"But I'm still mad at you."