A/N- Another grueling end to the year, but my dreams of success have not been deterred. I have found it very hard to be productive with my Troyella stories, but I refuse to give up. I love Zanessa always and I Love the fanfic community. Review if you don't mind or leave a message for me. I'd love to see who is still around.-JacksonAvery
If the wait in a civilian doctors' office was compared to one of the military variety, patrons of the civilian centers would no doubt cease their complaints. Sargent Bolton stood in the center of a sterile room holding his hands over the space between his legs for what seemed an eternity. Shifting from left to right foot he wondered why the gorgeous brunette was taking so long. He usually did not have any insecurities, but they crept in as he waited alone and naked. After five years in the Army, he was used to the protocol of strip and cough, and was never bashful about nudity. A strict regimen of healthy foods, water, and working out in both sophisticated and makeshift gyms kept his body well over the mark of fitness. In fact, not a pinch of fat could be extracted from his body. He took pride in the seemingly granite sculpted muscles tanned and primed for activity. He was well aware of the effect he had on women when they received a perfect glimpse of his naked body. He was told, often in a series of sighs and screams, how blessed he was below the belt. Girls, quite literally, drooled watching him undress. This is why, on the day he was transferred to a new base and was due for a full body physical, he could not figure out where the nervousness originated. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but as the minutes ticked by and he thought about his current position, Gabriella was clearly the reason. She flashed in his mind complete with glossy lips and big brown eyes. Her hair spilled in silky spirals over the doctors frock she wore. His blood sped up just at the thought of the exotic women who would soon be running her small hands all over him in an effort to gauge his physical abilities. She would touch him everywhere. He wished, for a moment, he could touch her the same way. Feeling himself becoming excited at the thought, he leaned back against the examining bed.
Troy tried willing himself to calm the fantasies sprouting from his mind, but it was proving difficult. She was so small. He bet silently with himself that he could pick her petite frame up in one arm and spread her legs with the other hand. The bed looked stable enough to hold her weight. It would be all to easy to lift that tight black dress and see what color she was hiding herself in underneath.
"Pop!" A noise rang out echoing through the base and right into the window interrupting the nice vision Troy was creating. A feeling like that of cool water rushed ice cold through his veins. He lifted his body fast and looked out the pane. An armored vehicle was stalled on the street with green clad men jumping from its doors. Pointing accusingly at the rear wheel one man informed the other of the flat tire. Seeing that it was nothing serious, Troy turned just in time to see the doorknob turn and his recent fantasy walk in with his file. She looked at him unabashedly sitting the manilla folder on the counter and turning her back to him so that she could wash her hands.
"I apologize for the long wait," she started. "I assume you know how these exams work." Troy was impressed at how composed she was. It was not helping in his battle to keep his cool. Intelligent, beautiful, and unimpressed with his body made her so much more enticing. Of course, Troy reminded himself, she saw hundreds of men day in and out. How many had she seen? Why would she be stunned at his body?
In her office, she'd taken the time to compose herself. The Sargent had been much more attractive than her nurse had let on. He was not a tall man, but what he lacked in height he made up for in muscles that creased his perfectly worn uniform. Contrary to the conclusion in Troy's head, Gabriella was very much rattled. He was a Godlike specimen. When she'd walked in the room, she could have fainted at the sight before her eyes. It was as if Michael Angelo had carved him out of a sandy boulder, inserted a bit of sky into his eyes, and breath life into his creation. The jagged edge of his hips pointed down into a perfect point ending in a gift the size of which she had never seen. Troy was exquisite. She was so flushed that she'd made a beeline to the sink so that the cool water could calm the adrenaline kicking through her veins. After giving herself a quick and silent reminder that this was work and she performed this routine daily, she turned around clad with a pair of latex gloves. She looked down to keep from grinning at his visible flinch when she slapped them in place on her hands. She made the mistake of looking at the hands that he held cupped between his thighs. He was barely hanging in. She had the urge to make the remark out loud, but knew it would be more inappropriate to say so than to think it. Instead, she pulled over the stool and sat in front of him and began the prodding.
The air seemed stuffy despite his lack of clothing. Troy felt like he was on fire every time a gloved finger touched another spot. If he didn't know any better, he would think she was teasing him. She measured his height by pushing his back against the wall were a labeled line of metal was engraved. She spread his arms to measure his arms width leaving him exposed completely to her. He swore he heard a gasp a time or two, but couldn't be sure. After the basics, she asked him to lay on the exam table. He'd recited the alphabet and a list of famous baseball players repetitively under his breath to keep from showing were his thoughts truly were. Lifting a small tin can to his eyes, she informed him that she was going to apply an ointment that would allow his muscle activity to be seen and captured on film. He had to grip the side of the bed and bite his lip to keep his composure. She had to know what she was doing to him. Her hands moved so slowly over his toned chest, lingering at the hills forming his stomach , and resting a bit to long at the junction above his thighs. The light touch was driving him crazy, and if she wasn't careful he wouldn't be able to control himself for much longer.
Gabriella was aware. Somehow, over the course of the exam she'd decided to see what she could get away with. As smart and professional as she had always been, today, with this man in front of her lines were blurring. When he'd made that first sigh as she placed him against the wall, she could see the strain on his face. He was sexy, and he was trying so very hard to restrain himself. Gabriella wanted to know what he was restraining from. She should have been mortified at her actions, but the throbbing starting in her own center was too much to ignore. She only knew what the file told her. They were strangers, but she wanted him. The seduction began.
Troy could smell her. That scent. Every woman had a scent, and Gabriella's was invading his mind. The touching he could try to ignore. The sighing he could pretend he didn't hear. The scent was too strong. She smelled warm and sweet and ready. His mind couldn't work fast enough to stop him. A gasp barely left her lips as he lifted himself up, grabbed the doctor, and pushed her down onto his vacated spot. She put up no fight. Instead, he saw the gloves fall to the floor and felt her hands grip his hair pulling him into a mind blowing kiss.