Hey guys! A new chapter with a fan requested quote. I did a sort-of Glee/Victorious Crossover… mostly because nobody in Vicotorious has any badass qualities besides Jade and I really wanted to put Puckerman in here. And since, ya know, Finn decided to go off to war in the Glee series I was like, ding! Put Finn in here! I'd also like to point out this is like… the longest ANYTHING I've ever written and the entire word count is

"When the Rich wage war, it's the Poor who die"

Week 1

"Listen up soldiers, this is going to be the most grueling nine months you've ever spent in your life! If you think training was bad then you better just fucking drop out now. We are the men and women on the front lines. Are you ready to die for your country, maggots?" My new Sergeant screams in our faces. As she passes past me I can feel her spit on my face and smell her breath. It was the stench of bombs and explosions that I'd gotten used too.

"Yes ma'am," we all replied obediently.

"I'm your Sergeant, Jade West, for the next nine months. You will refer to me as ma'am or Sergeant. Anything less is not accepted."

We all nod our heads and respond a confident, "Yes ma'am."

"If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to stay and fight, you stay and fight. If I tell you to start jacking off in the middle of battle then you start jacking off. Are you clear?" We all respond with a 'yes ma'am' except for my best friend, Puck, who can't help but laugh a little. I roll my eyes. Why did I have to be best friends with somebody so immature? "Do you think that's funny, soldier?" Jade gets all up in Puck's face and he instantly sobers up.

"No ma'am." She gives him a harrowing glare that gives me the chills. Still I keep my face straight, as does Puck. As soon as she turns around Puck shoots me a grin and makes an outline of her very noticeable curves with his hands. I roll my eyes but can't help but notice them as well. A few of the other guys smile when they see our silent communication, but quickly go back to their straight faces.

When our Sergeant turns back around she notices the guy without a helmet. "Soldier, why isn't your helmet on?" She screams, marching up close to his face.

"I do not know, ma'am," replies the man. I think I know why it was off. I'm pretty sure his hair is the fluffiest, softest bundle of gorgeousness I've ever seen in my life. Who would dare risk hat hair—helmet hair—with such gorgeous hair like that?

"What's your name, soldier?"

"Oliver. Oliver, Becket," he replies.

"Did you know that helmet could save your life?" Our Sergeant looks at him expectantly, like he is an idiot. Maybe he is.

"Yes ma'am."

"Then why aren't you fucking wearing it? If we were to get bombed right now that helmet could be the deciding factor on whether or not you live! Put it on!" Beck scrambles to put it on and escape the rest of our Sergeant's wrath. He hurries right back into line as to not screw up our strict formation.

"Good. Now in the next nine months you are going to face nightmares far worse than you could ever imagine! So I suggest you go get a good night's sleep and get acquainted with your nightmares, that'll help you prepare for the coming battle. This is World War III, men. We need to be ready! Dismissed!" Our Sergeant walks away and Puck waits until she was back in one of the tents before he starts cracking up.

I jab him in the ribs. "Puck, you're not supposed to laugh when standing at attendance," I say.

"Oh come on, every guy there was laughing in his head," he says with a nonchalant laugh. "She referred to masturbating in the middle of a Warfield, it's fucking dumb, which makes it so hilarious! It's not my fault if I just have an amazing sense of humor." He smiles that bedazzling smile with his extremely pearly whites that initially made me attracted to him. Of course, that attraction faded as soon as I said 'hey' to him and he responded with 'damn girl, you look fine. You wanna go find a dark, empty tent and get to know each other better?' That was the end of my attraction to Puck. It just further proved my point that girls were way better for dating, hence my bi-sexuality.

"It doesn't matter if she says you should go and strip off your clothes and dance Gangnam Style! You're not supposed to laugh. You probably just failed some sort of secret test she was grading!" I kick him in the back of the leg for a good measure, making sure he gets the message.

He continues to laugh. "Look, I know this is war, but you need to relax. We haven't had to start drafting yet, we're all alive, even after dealing with Captain Fields, we've got powerful allies, and sexy girls still exist." He starts eye-fucking me. When he eventually looks me in the eyes again he continues, "I don't see why there's not a reason to laugh and smile!" All I can do is roll my eyes. His look on life was so simple, so optimistic. It just seems childish and foolish to me.

"Um… hey," a guy cuts into our conversation. I look over at a guy with sweet, brown, innocent eyes and hair and a soft smile that remained perpetually on his face.

"Hey," I say, full of hospitality.

"Wassup bro?" Puck says. Well at least he didn't hit on him the first they talked, unlike what he did with me.

"I'm Finn… Finn Hudson," he says. He puts out an awkward, gloved hand for us to shake.

"Nice to meet you," I say, taking his hand. His grip is strong and firm, good for holding a gun.

"I don't do handshakes," Puck says, looking at Finn's hand distastefully.

"Um… okay," he says. "So, you two look friendly, do you guys know each other from before you signed up?"

"Nah, we met in training," says Puck. "D'you meet anybody in training?"

"Nah, but my best friend André and I did sign up together!" He motions to a dark-skinned man with… was that dreds(?) under his helmet. The guy, now known as André, sent us a lax smile and walked over to us.

"Hey," he says. He offers his hand out, once again Puck declines and I shake it. Another firm grip.

"So, what's your story?" I ask. "Why did you two sign up?"

"Well my father used to be in the war and…" Finn drifts away, not really wanting to continue the story.

"He wants to honor his father's memory," says André, simplifying what I assume to be a far more complicated matter. Still, I take it like it is. I don't want to push.

"What about you?" I ask, referring to André.

"I joined up 'cause he did. We were in Glee Club together and, ya know, we're like brothers. We gotta stick together." He gave Finn a comforting half-hug.

Puck rolls his eyes, obviously not into the whole 'brotherly love' thing.

"What about you?" André asks.

"I didn't really graduate from High School so it was either sign up for the military and get my head blown off in the biggest war humanity has ever seen or work behind a desk, looking at the fucking negative numbers our economy is drowned in. I figure that even if I die here at least I don't have to deal with numbers," says Puck with a shrug.

André nods towards me, insinuating that he wants me to tell my story. I look down nervously. "It's personal," I finally respond.

Puck looks at me with only comfort in his eyes. Even though Puck could be stupid and crude and just overall very boy-ish, he could still be really mature and nice. That's what I like about Puck. When we were one week into boot camp together and the drill sergeant yelled at me the whole day I cried in my bunk that night. Puck was the only one to help me out and comfort me. "Ya know, I think that you're reason is really cool and honorable," he says nicely. "You should tell them." I look into his eyes and all I see is pure encouragement and a familiar coziness that makes me feel like I could confess anything.

I take a deep breath. "My sister… Trina," I gulp down a sob as I say her name. "She was killed by… the Russians on her way to visit me in California on July 28th."

"Oh my God! Isn't that the day the dropped the nuclear bomb in L.A?" Finn asks in awe. I nod because I can't speak anymore.

"I've never actually met anyone that was there and made it out alive," says Finn.

"Well, now you do," I say weakly.

"You were in the explosion?"

"Yup," I say dryly.

"How'd you get out so… unscathed?"

"I didn't." I lift up my pant leg and show them my state-of-the art prosthetic. I had to get it checked in to make sure it wouldn't restrain or fail me in battle by the board of warheads that make sure that we're all in enough physical/mental state to serve our country. Both André and Finn gasp. André looks away but Finn can't seem to look away. They make me feel like a freak and I drop my pant leg instantly.

"Does it… ever hurt?" Finn asks.

"No," I reply, answering almost robotically. Hearing the same questions over and over again makes a person get sick of them being asked.

"So… what'd y'all think of our new Sergeant, she was fucking hawt right?" Puck asks, changing the subject so quickly. I silently leave myself a reminder to thank Puck later for switching the subject.

"Yeah," says Finn, moving his intense stare from my leg and back to Puck's face. "Too bad she's a Sergeant. She's probably so tight that she'd never give any of us the time of day."

"I like 'em tight," says Puck crudely. I punch him on the side but it just makes him grin bigger. "Just makes 'em more fun to stretch out." He makes a vulgar motion with his hands.

"You disgust me," I say with a joking smile.

"Oh come on Tori, you're into that sort of thing too. Don't deny that you'd love to fuck that sweet pussy too!"

"You, my friend, have a vasectomy, what are you going to do?" I ask.

"Shhh," says Puck, putting a finger to my lips. "Let's not just go yelling that around."

"Well you just told these guys my sexuality," I say against his finger.

"Whatever," says Puck flippantly. "You're don't care."

"So you're gay?" André asks. "'Cause I'm cool with whatever."

"Me too," adds Finn exuberantly.

I smile. "No, I'm bi, but definitely more gay than I am straight."

"That's cool," says André. Finn nods his head in agreement. Thank God that they're both cool with it.

"So… this is going to sound really gay, but who else wants to go find that Beck guy and ask how he gets his hair so fluffy?" Finn asks.

"Me!" I say, my hand shooting straight up.

"Ya sure you're not leaning towards straight?" Asks André jokingly. I like that, even after only meeting each other five minutes ago we're all so comfortable, like we've been friends for years.

I roll my eyes in response. "Yes I'm sure. Now let's go touch his hair!"

Week 2

The next morning we were woken up before even dawn, itself woke up and were forced to get up and trudge or way even closer to enemy lines. On the way we found out we were a very musical group. André could play ever instrument under the son and his voice was beautiful. Finn was a natural born singer; he could probably solo in any song. Beck had a nice boy band voice that was a little too Harry and Liam for my taste. Puck had a nice, raunchy voice that complimented my more wholesome voice. Santana Lopez, a Latina girl who I spent my nights in a tent with, had a beautiful voice that emitted every emotion she wanted us to feel. A girl named Cat had vocal chords that could challenge Alicia Keys. She sang with soul and passion, hitting those crazy notes that only the truly talented could. There were a few other notable singers in our merry gang of soldiers: Tina, Artie, Robbie, Carly, Sam, Will, Sinjin, Freddy, and Ryder. Every now and again I would even catch Jade singing softly. I don't know how but our entire group seemed to be singers.

Not much action happened today and for that I am glad. Jade says that bullets will be coming straight for us soon and we best prepare ourselves. I'm a little nervous for my first real battle but I'm not afraid to die for my country and Trina. It's a small price to pay.

We set up camp for the night right by the lake and Jade comes out and tells us that we can go in and take a 'shower' in the lake. No boys and girls at the same time of course.

"Hot damn girlfriend," says Puck as I come out, only a towel wrapped around my body.

"Shut up Puckerman," I say, nudging him.

"Come a little closer, babe." As the other girls come out the guys whistle and I can't help but feel a little flustered that so many guys are noticing us.

"Shut up!" Jade yells. She comes out in full clothes but carrying a towel. Still, without all her gear on it's apparent that she really does have an amazing figure. I'd say D-Cup breasts, hips I could only dream of having, and an ass that I can barely stop myself from squeezing. All the boys go quiet at the goddesses' demands and she walks down to the lake. All the other girls follow quickly, including me.

They all quickly strip or take off their towels and I can't help but let my perverted brain get the better of me. I can see their asses and the sides of their tits and I suddenly feel myself getting increasingly horny. This happened to me all too much at Training Academy but seeing people like Jade and Santana naked was… way sexier than anybody else at Academy.

I quickly look down at my feet to stop further perving, take off my towel, grab my single bar of soap and run into the freezing lake. My body is instantly hit with the cold temperatures and I can't help but shiver and shake. I wish the lake were warmer, but I guess I can't complain. At least I'm allowed to take a shower at all. So after a minute or two I get my body used to the temperature (not really), suck it up, and start washing myself. I try to avoid looking at any of the other girls but it's really hard. Every now and then my libido gets the better of me and I'd take a glancing peek at some of the girls.

At one point I see Cat's perky, C-Cup boobs as she gets out of the water quickly, somewhat ashamed of her body. As I watch her get out I can't help but think how beautiful her body is. She has nothing to be ashamed of. A few more times I a boob, which instantly makes me feel guilty for being all sexual over them. I hear somebody stand up out of the water so, of course, I automatically look up. I'm hit with a clear, full, X-rated shot of Jade's boobs and goddamn I could feel myself get wet. It was embarrassing and as much as I wanted to stay looking at them I ducked underwater. Just as I submerged I caught one last look at her boobs, and I'm pretty sure that she saw me do it too.

I debate drowning myself underwater, would it be so bad? I'm pretty sure that the hottest girl I've ever seen in my life just caught me checking her out like a peeping Tom. I'd be cool with dying right now.

Then I remember all the people that had unwillingly died when Russia nuked us. I remember Trina, how I'm alive and she's not. I laugh at myself for wishing to die over something so trivial. I sound like I'm still Tori from high school. That Tori disappeared the day that Russia, Japan, and a ton of other Middle Eastern Countries joined forced and declared war on the United States.

I come back up from the water and finish washing myself. I'm one of the last ones out as I quickly grab a towel and try to stop myself from shivering because of the cool breeze outside.

When I get back to the girls tent everybody's getting changed and I can already see the guys getting ready to go 'shower.' I change really quickly and settle down into my sleeping bag, which is comfortably warm but uncomfortably confining. I try to snuggle down a little deeper and although it's crazy early I'm exhausted from a long day of walking, and just like that I'm out like a light.

Week 3

"Get up, we're wasting daylight!" A loud voice yells in my ear. I instantly shoot up and, even though my brain isn't even awake yet, start moving. I change quickly and unabashedly in front of everybody and head out to where the rest of the guys are eating. They're eating the MRE's like it's their last meal, and for all any of us know it might just be.

I grab one from the side and take a seat down next to Puck, instantly chowing down. "Hey," I say in between mouthfuls.

"Hey Tori," he says. Thankfully I've known Puck so long I can understand what he's saying even with his mouth full of food, same way he can do that for me.

"Ready to move out soon?" I hear Finn ask.

"Yup." I finish my MRE in record time, even though I'm still one of the last ones, and we're already walking on foot towards the real war action.

I'd say, judging by the position of the sun, at about three o'clock I catch up to the Sergeant. We walk wordlessly for a little while as I debate what I could say that wouldn't make me sound like a fucking idiot.

Eventually I decide on simple question of rank and how long she's been doing it, "Is this your second tour as a Sergeant?"

"No," she replies coldly.

"Oh…um, how many times you have you done it before?"

"One, not including this one obviously," she replies gruffly.

"What was it like?"

"Thousands of bombs went off everyday, some missing me by only inches. The perpetual sounds of gunshots still fill my dreams. If I ever go home I will probably be placed with severe PTSD." She says it roughly, like it doesn't matter. I can tell it does. Behind all the gruff, harsh words that she said to scare me I can hear the trail of sadness lingering behind the tough façade.

I used to be good at comforting people, but once Trina disappeared it feels like I don't even know what to do anymore. So I walk by her side, awkwardly. Silently. For a while we don't speak. At some point I finally decide to ask, "You said, 'if you ever go back home?" I ask curiously. "Why if?"

"None of you goddamn business," she replies snappily. My face must've been contorted into all kinds of hurt because as soon as I silence myself, vowing not to disturb our Sergeant again she replies tiredly. "I got nothing to go back to," says Jade.

"Nothing?" I ask in disbelief. My earlier vows ignored that she was responding once again. She must have something!

"Not a thing."

"What about your parents?" I ask.

"Won't acknowledge my existence."

"What?" I gasp. I'm no stranger to harsh reality or anything, but I've never met anybody whose parents ever actually disowned their child.

"Yup, the renounced my existence as soon as I told them I was gay," I say. "Now if they see me I'm just another stranger in the street." There's a bite in her voice and I notice she's clenching her hands.

"I'm so sorry," I apologize.

"For what? My dumbass parents or because I'm gay, you homophobe?" She says the last part very accusatory, like she's expecting me to be an ass and write her off for being gay.

"For your stupid parents," I say, empathy clouding my voice.

"It's fine," she replies. We walk in comfortable silence for a while until she asks, "What about you? I've told you all this personal shit about me that you shouldn't know."

I prepare myself to bare my soul like Jade did for me. "I'm Tori Vega and this is my first year in the army." She rolls her eyes because my first year was probably obvious. "I'm bi-sexual." This comment receives a raised eyebrow, but that's the only acknowledgement I get. I figure she told me all about her sexuality, why not release mine now that I know she's not going to go all 'go straight' shit…or I assume she won't. People that are lesbian usually don't have any issues with people that are bi…normally.

"I take it your parent's didn't kick you out," she says in a sad but snappy tone.

"No," I reply cautiously. "They seemed to know before I did." Jade nods her head and that's the end of that.

"My favorite book is that one by Dan Schneider, VicTORIous," I say.

"You mean that one about that character Tori going to a performing Arts School?"

"Yes!" I say excitedly. "You know it?"

"Yea," she says dryly, but a smile still lights her face. "It's a damn good read." I nod my head vigorously to agree.

"My favorite color is pink," Jade snorts at this comment. "And if I had the choice I'd like to become a sniper."

"Why?" She asks suddenly. I expected her to write off my dream, just call me another soldier.
"Well, I've got a fairly excellent eye," I say. I hit almost any target that came my way. "And it takes real concentration, determination and focus to hit the target."

"And you think she have these qualities?" She asks like she doubts that I have them.

"Yeah," I say happily. "I think I do."

"So why aren't you a sniper?"

"Not really too many legal jobs involving snipers. I also really wanted to make a difference in the world by joining the army. The army doesn't really have any use for snipers anymore."

"I'll have to remember this," she says with a small smile. "If I ever need a sharp-shooter to cover those dumbasses tails," she motions to the merry gang trekking behind us, "I'll position you somewhere up high with a gun.

"Thanks," I say with a dazzling smile. I didn't expect our Sergeant to be so nice, or even offer me a sniper-like position. I know it won't actually happen because it's an empty promise, but it's still nice to hear those every once in a while.

"So… what's your stance on politics?" She asks. I could see the look spread across her face for a split second as she regretted saying it. It disappeared quickly, she was obviously one of those people who didn't admit to making any sort of mistakes.

"They exist," I reply neutrally. Jade snorts.

"What a… pacifist answer."

"Over some things I am a pacifist," I say.

"And yet you're a soldier in the middle of a war," she replies snidely.

"Yes," I confirm. "But that has a meaning behind it. There's a reason that I'm no so… peaceful about this particular matter."

"And that would be…" she fades out so that I can finish the sentence.

"You first," I reply.

She sighs. "Fine. Singing industry was getting fried in the war. People didn't log onto iTunes to buy the new Top Ten songs anymore, it was all about whether or not we'd all live to see another day. Since I was broke, and I mean I was begging for pennies off a street corner, I joined the army. Now you."

"You were a singer?" I ask.

"Yes." She says it in a curt, end of subject way. I want to hear her sing but I don't dare ask.

I gulp. Why was it everybody around here wanted to know my story so much? "My sister she was… killed in the bombing in California." I start to feel a tear well in my eyes but I hold it back. Even though we were having a nice 'bonding moment' right now, I have a feeling that crying is a weakness to her. No weaknesses. I'm a soldier. I have to look, act, and be tough at all times.

Sympathy and compassion wash over her eyes. I've seen it so many times before. It gets kind of old after a while; all it brings is sad memories. When Jade does it though, it looks genuine. It's not just another stranger giving me their condolences about another horrible thing happening in the ever-going war, it's a girl who understands and wants me to know that she feels my sorrow and that she supports me through everything because she's gone through it too. Somehow she's gone through it too. "I'm so sorry," she says.

"Thank you," I reply quietly. We walk a little bit longer and it's a very content feeling. I reckon I could spend an eternity of silence with Jade and not even care. Her company, her presence, was enough to soothe me. Not to say that I don't thoroughly enjoy talking to her, but her just… being there makes me feel… fuzzy.

After about ten minutes of silence between us she comes out of the blue and says, "Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear."

I look at her in confusion. "What is that?"

"A quote. I'm not quite sure who said it, but it reminds me of your situation."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because that's what happens to me every time," she replies bitterly. "I love—loved—my parents and all that ended with was me crying on the street. My first girlfriend, Steph, left me because her mom wanted her to go to some re-straightening camp. Everybody I've ever loved has left me to pick up my pieces alone. Why should I believe any different?" In that moment I see somebody broken. I mean, I know that Jade's life was rough and that she was cracked in some places, but she was truly broken. She doesn't—couldn't—believe in love anymore. That's when you know a real tragedy has occurred. When the person no longer finds a reason to love.

"You have to hold out hope," I say encouragingly. "Love isn't easy and love's gonna keep breaking you over and over again, but then love is there again to pick us back up and glue us back together. You just have to be open and ready to embrace it."

"I don't even know if I can embrace it anymore," she says.

Week 4

The conversation with Jade had continued on for quite a long time as we both tried to pass the time in the company of a good person. Eventually it was cut short when Puck got yelled at for 'horsing around' and I had to go back and hang out with him to soften the blow and stuff.

We had finally reached the action. We were in the heat of battle, coming as the reinforcements for Commander Jackson Reid. I wasn't prepared.

"Vega!" Commander Reid calls out harshly. "I need you to cover our rear!' I quickly scuttle to the back, waiting quietly, keeping a watchful eye out for any attackers.

"Hey there," says a powerful voice. It's that of a girl. She has long, brown hair that reaches just above her smaller, maybe D-cup breasts.

"Hi," I say.

"You were put on flank too?" She whisper-asks.

"Yeah."

"So… are you a wimp or something?" She asks after a few seconds.

"What?" I ask incredulously.

"Well, they put all the wimps or the people they don't think can quite stick it out on the battlefield in the back because they know that it's less likely the enemy will come from a place they've already covered," she says as if it's common knowledge.

"Who are you?" I ask, insulted beyond belief.

"Faye."

"Victoria Vega," I spit out, attempting to be semi-polite. "And I am not weak. I just told my Sergeant about how I'd do better in the back," I say, making up a lie.

"So you're a coward?"

"No!" I whisper-shout. "I'll meet death face-to-face with ease. And if I'm a coward or a wimp as you think, then that means you are too!"

"Nope. I've just got an injury that isn't drastic enough to prevent me from being in the field." I roll my eyes. "I'm actually a fucking amazing soldier. I'm a witch so I can just use magic on my enemies."

I snort. "I'm sure," I reply facetiously.

"No really," she says with such conviction that I almost believe her.

"Please, if you're a witch than I'm a zombie."

She smiles. "Yeah, you're right." She goes back to watching the rear with me. "Anyways, you should shut up, we're not supposed to talk." She gives me a wink and I'm ready to argue that she's the one doing a majority of the talking, but then realize that I'd be doing exactly what she wants. So I just shut up and watch her light, misty, sea blue eyes scope the paths we just crossed like a hawk.

The Next Day…

I am currently in the same tent as Faye No-Last-Name and Cat. Although Cat has been a great tent mate Faye hasn't. Cat just sits in the corner, singing to herself and hanging around, but right now she's going to eat and hang out with some friends. I wish she were here, I don't know if she'd actually do it or not but I could use some help against Faye. She keeps teasing me about… everything.

"You're so…prim," she laughs.

"What's your point?" I ask, arranging my stuff in the exact way I like it. "So I'm organized, what's wrong with that?"

"Um… we're at war and your busy arranging your sleeping bag not to have any wrinkles and for your pack to be aligned exactly straight up from the ground."

"Well I'm sorry that I like things to be neat and tidy," I reply crossly. She is really getting on my nerves.

"War isn't neat and tidy. It's messy and bloody. You ready to clean up a whole land full of blood and dead bodies?"

"No," I reply with an annoyed ring in my voice. "I never said that I needed everything to be neat and tidy. I just like some things… the things I can control."

"Ah, so you're a control freak," she replies. Goddamn, why can't she just leave me alone?

"It's okay, I like a woman who takes control," she growls in a seductive way that makes me suddenly turn my head. As soon as I turn she looks away and pretends that she didn't just turn all sexy cat on me there.

"Yeah, well, I like a woman who doesn't bug me all the time," I say eventually.

"So you are a lady lover?" Her eyes are curious.

"Yeah… so what?" I ask cautiously. God, was I stuck another night with a homophobe? There were some other girls I had to room with, Haley and Tara, and they were crazy big homophobes. They kept the blanket over their chests all the time and watched me with an eye sharper than any they used on the battlefield to make sure I didn't feel them up at night. Not that I'd ever do that. For one, that's a massive disrespect of someone's space, and the first thing they teach you at military academy is respect. Plus they are so not my type.

"Well that's good," she says seductively. She starts to crawl over to me on her knees and I instinctively lick my lips.

"Why?" I ask hesitantly, trying not to presume anything even thought that was pretty much impossible.

"Because now I can do this." In a blink of an eye Faye is sitting right in front of me. Her lips are pushed against mine and a brilliant light flashes behind my eyelids. I wonder if this is all happening to fast? Is she just doing this for fun or doing this for kicks? Is she lonely or something?

I pull back for a moment, "So… what is this?"

"A kiss. Have you never had one?" she replies sassily. I decide not to question it too much because the cherry taste that she somehow managed to keep on her soft, red lips was just so damn distracting. I sort of nod my head in the kiss.

Her hands quickly reach for my chest and I can't help but groan a little bit. My face nuzzles into her neck as she feels me up. I plant kisses all on her neck, they're sloppy and wet but she doesn't seem to care. In fact, she seems to find them attractive. Desperate for more contact and in need to get out of my rut in sexual interaction of late, I bite down on her pulse point ever so slightly and she moans. I can feel myself getting wet.

Just as I'm about to bite down again, a little harder, a voice interrupts us. "Hey!" I hear the all-too familiar voice. Holy shit! I look up and there she is, standing in the flesh. Jade West. I bite down on my lips nervously. My Sergeant just caught me making out with a girl I haven't known for more than a day. "Kissing, groping, and any other romantic, physical interactions between you two are not allowed to happen," she says formally. Her eyebrow is twitching so I can tell she's just barely holding back her anger. I quickly back away from Faye.

"Of course, ma'am," I reply on command.

Faye, looking more bored than concerned, responds dutifully anyways. Maybe out of respect or just to play her along and not get kicked out. "Yes ma'am." She says it almost mockingly. Jade gives her a look that says, ''I'll accept your response, but if you ever cross me gain I will kick your ass!'

As soon as Jade leaves Faye advances towards me. I instantly back away. "Did you not just hear what she said?" I ask madly.

"I did… and guess what, I don't care," says Faye. She says it so sinfully delicious I find myself just barely restraining myself from crashing her plump, red lips against mine. I just close my eyes and back away. This can't happen again.

Hey guys. This is 5,864 words not including either AN's and 11 pages single spaced so I figured this was long enough. I am turning this into a two-shot because it's so damn long. The Jori will be coming very soon. Love you all! I hope your enjoying this so far. Who recognizes Faye Chamberlain from "The Secret Circle?"