"You have all done well," General Davies paced back and forth in front of his troops, inspecting each and everyone one with a careful eye, "We have been selected to go to the front lines, we will be in the very center of the battles."
Spencer's blue eyes widened in fear, she never thought their rag tag team of misfits to actually be called to battle, to war, to face the enemy head on, this was suppose to be the group no one wanted who only went across enemy line when no other battalion was left, sure they'd been told a month ago they'd be going to war but everyone thought that was a ploy to make them work harder.
"Is he serious?" Tommy whispered behind her making sure the General or any of the other leaders didn't see him.
She shrugged in response, "So we will be heading out tonight...pack up your gear and be ready as soon as possible," the group saluted, he saluted back and left with his officers while a few stayed behind to get everyone going.
"I can't believe we have to go," Glen sighed, eyes wide with anticipation or fear no one could say, "What do I tell Victoria?" he groaned.
Spencer rolled her eyes at her brother's whining but couldn't say much as she was wondering the same thing only she knew Ashley probably knew already due to who her father was but it didn't make it easier she didn't want to leave her any less, "Shut up Glen," Clay smacked him in the back of the head.
"Ow...what the hell man?" he growled rubbing the back of his head.
"I'm sick of you whining all the time we all have to go, we all have to train, your no different," Clay huffed walking a bit faster. He was sick of his brother making himself sound like he was the only with hardship, Clay knew Glen was a pansy but most of the time ignored it.
"Yeah like your any better," David shot out on instinct.
"Will you three hush," Spencer barked walking into the tent and packing up her stuff. The others stayed quiet and helped out, each in there own little worlds, thinking of the future and what could possibly happen.
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Glen picked up his pack setting it outside the tent, as he looked up his heart thudded in his chest, restricting all air inside. Victoria swayed her hips with more oomph than usual knowing the blonde boy was watching her every move, she smiled kindly at him as she approached, "Why Glen Carlin, catching flies with that mouth?" she smirked.
Shaking his head he closed his mouth before straightening up, "No...Just admiring a beautiful sight."
"Such a sweet talker aren't you?"
"If that gets a kiss than I'm sweet enough to riot your teeth," his eyes gleamed.
Victoria scoffed, "You couldn't sweet talk your self out of a paper bag let alone get me to give you a kiss,"
"Oh really?" he stepped forward.
She took a step matching him word for word, step for step, she was unlike any female he'd ever encountered, "Really,"
"We're leaving," his tone switched from playful to heartfelt in seconds, his head dropping some unable to meet her face to face. Before he could blink fingers lifted his chin and a firm kiss planted on his lips, she pushed herself further into him holding him close. He was so unused to a physical and aggressive girl but was so not complaining as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Victoria pulled away panting, breathless, laying her head upon his, "You just had to say it didn't you,"
This time he stood up fully holding her close in his arms, "Thought I couldn't sweet talk a kiss out of you," he whispered.
Laughing she pushed him away, "You can't and didn't," she responded, the playful banter back.
"I could easily talk you into bed,"
"Glen, I could get you in bed quicker than if you tried to get me," Victoria brushed up against him causing a slight moan to forge past his lips, a smirk replaced her smile.
"I do believe that's a challenge,"
"Glen?"
"Yeah," he breathed against her neck.
"Shut up and take me," she moaned in response to his petting.
"My pleasure," he picked her up in his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he walked into the forest.
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Ashley paced back and forth in the small clearing behind her house, her mind running in all different directions. She'd been talking to her mother at the breakfast table when her father came in with the supposed good news about being deployed, but all she could hear was Spencer was leaving, going away and she might never see her again. She had to talk to her, her feet stalked there way into camp passing all the staring eyes and wolf whistles toward the Carlin tent.
"Miss. Davies," David tilted his hat in respect as well as Tommy and Clay.
"David," she smiled, "Is he in there?" she nodded to the tent.
David's lips twitched, wanting to stretch into a smile but he held back, "Yes he...Spencer is in there,"
"Thank you," he nodded and allowed her entry into the small fabric they'd called home for the past two months.
"Battalion get your things ready and fall in," Aiden screamed out, his voice echoing into the tent with Ashley.
The brunette watched Spencer finish packing her pack and getting ready to take the tent down, the last thing to do before they left, "Spencer?" the blonde whirled around at the sound of her name.
"Ashley what are you doing here?"
"I had to see you before you left," she whispered unsure of her self they hadn't really spoken since the incident two days ago.
"Well here I' am," she giggled nervously shifting from foot to foot setting the pack on the ground.
Ashley's lips tugged upward at the tense voice echoed into the room, "Don't go," she pouted moving forward until Spencer had no choice but to put her arms around the shorter girl.
"I don't have a choice," Spencer responded pecking her girlfriend on the lips savoring the taste that she most likely wouldn't get to have for quite some time.
"Please make love to me before you leave," Ashley pleaded, she didn't care how it sounded or how much time they had. She just wanted to feel Spencer against her, skin to skin, make a connection only lovers can make, have the blonde in her and feel her heart, soul and body.
Spencer licked her lips taking a step back putting a space between them, "I...I wish I could,"
"You can, we'll be quick, no one will know," Ashley urged.
"Look Ashley, if I was to...with you, I'd want it slow and romantic...something that's all about you,"
The only thing Ashley could say was she melted at the words but didn't care about romantic at the moment and it was probably due to the fact she was still in shock about possibly never seeing Spencer again, the brunette rushed forward slamming her body against the blonde, lips connecting and hands exploring in a frenzy, both getting lost with in each other so it was easy for Spencer to miss the roaming hands, the ones heading to her head, the ones caressing her cheeks and the ones now taking off her cap allowing blonde locks to cascade down and tickle Ashley's skin. The brunette yanked away in surprise, brown eyes wide, "You're...a girl!"
Now Ashley could see the soft features and why the girl always had a tender touch instead of the rough forced ones of all the men she'd been with, how Spencer easily blushed or shied away.
"Ashley..." Spencer licked her lips trying to meet the brown eyes looking everywhere else but her.
"Don't," she shook her head in disbelief, "I can't believe you didn't tell me...that you led me on, letting me think you're a guy," Ashley yelled out.
"Shhh," Spencer clasped her hand over Ashley's mouth.
The girl jerked away violently, "Don't touch me!"
Spencer lowered her head, "I wanted to tell you..."
"...Is this the lie you were talking about huh, are you hiding anything else from me?"
"No, this is it I swear," the blonde's breathing was picking up.
"No...How can I believe you huh, you say this is it...I can't even look at you right now," Spencer grasped Ashley's wrist stopping her from leaving, "Don't!"
"Please Ashley I love you...don't walk out on me, please," she pleaded dropping down on her knees holding the brunette's warm hand in hers.
"Spencer...is that even your real name?" she asked slipping her hand from Spencer's who felt the coldness already.
"Yes, I was named after my great Uncle,"
Ashley paced back and forth sucking on her bottom lip in thought, "I can't talk to you, I can't trust you..."
"...Yes you can, you can trust me," Spencer implored the older girl to listen.
"No I can't," Ashley turned around and walked out the tent, Spencer quickly put her hat back on making sure her hair didn't show and chased after the brunette. Outside the tent she saw Ashley making her way through the crowd before she could call out General Davies eyed her silently daring her to go after his daughter.
"Carlin, tent down and get in line now!" he barked with a wicked eye.
Closing her eyes and wishing the tears to dissipate she lowered the tent with the help of the others and joined the rest of the battalion in line. The men marched out and blue eyes watched the house that held the love of her life get smaller and smaller.
TBC...