They moved to a car not too far from the base. He opened the car door and she laid stretched across the back seat. He smirked, closed and locked the door and positioned himself above her. She began unbuttoning his dress uniform and he had his arms locked on both sides of her face as she removed the clothes off his muscular body. The subtle music coming from the car radio allowed the cover from any suspicion from the outside.
The cloak of night also allowed them the privacy to maintain their cover. The couple laughed at each other's playful nature and he brought his mouth down to feed off her slender neck. He smirked and licked toward her ear and whispered huskily, "Pearls, huh?"
"Only for you baby," she whispered as her mouth traveled down his muscular chest. She flipped them over and began appreciating his body to the fullest extent. Her hands journeyed south as she felt his large hands begin to unzip her dress. She laughed when he pressed kisses to her clothed breasts and commented, "Anxious, huh?"
"You have no idea," he growled as he flipped her over again. The dress tore and they both laughed from the animalistic urges each had. "It's been too long, baby doll." He kissed down her now naked body and enjoyed her moans underneath him. Her hand reached up for some sort of control and he linked their hands together. He pushed inside her and she groaned from the feeling of home she had missed for so long. He groaned as he rode her in the confines of the back seat and said, "I love you, babe."
She moaned and clung to his entire body as he pounded into her with the greatest strength and speed that she didn't even need to tell him harder or faster. She came first and screamed the loudest she had ever screamed. He followed suit and the car continued to shake even after they stopped.
He now laid down beneath her and enjoyed the feeling of her hot and wet mouth against his strong chest. "Where did you find this car, Marish?" he asked as his fingers tangled through her now messy hair.
She smiled into him and looked into her blue eyed lover's face and said, "Chris, while you have been in training, I have set my sights on many places we can... meet."
He laughed and pulled her warm body closer to him. He noticed the ring along her finger and turned away from her gaze. She noticed this and touched his face softly. "Hey," she whispered feeling the tension in his jaw. "What's wrong?"
He huffed and whispered, "I don't want you to marry him," he whispered.
She sighed and began to sit up. "Chris, we talked about this."
"And I still don't understand why you are marrying the bastard. He's a prick, Mariska. And.. and.."
"And what?" she sighed as she straddled his waist.
"I love you." He kissed her plump lips softly and looked into her eyes. "It doesn't seem right that we can't be together. We are in love. It should be us getting married this upcoming weekend. Not you and Michael."
"Chris, you know that if I had it my way, we would be getting married and loving our wonderful life together. But it can't be that way. It wasn't and isn't supposed to be that way."
"So what is going to happen now? You'll find ways to sneak away and we'll bang for a while and then you return to your husband? Mariska, it doesn't work that way. I want you, and all of you."
"And you have me," she whispered as she kissed him deeply. "You have my heart, Christopher. That is more important to me than anything. Not to mention you have my virginity. I don't know how I will explain that one."
He laughed and she smiled knowing she could bring joy to his troubled heart. She leaned down and kissed him softly. "I love you, Chris. Never doubt that. Ever."
That was three nights ago. Three nights since Chris felt the comfort of his lover's embrace. She was to be married in three day. That broke his heart. He was staring out into the Pacific when he felt a strong hand grasp his shoulder.
"Chris, what's eating you?" his friend and fellow sailor Richard said standing by him.
"Yeah, what's going on?" another, Ice, said beside him.
"Im thinking... Mariska?" Richard said looking at Chris for acknowledgment.
"Shh... not so loud," he whispered, not wanting their superior to hear them.
"Yep, buddy. Thats it," Ice said with a smirk.
"You know, Chris, there is still time."
"Time for what?" Commander Michael Easton said looking at their sailors for information on the ship.
Chris stiffened and turned his head toward his superior in defiance. "Time to make fun of your pansy ass before you got here," he growled.
Easton stepped forward glared at the outspoken sailor. "You need to learn your place." He punched him in the face and Chris fell to the ground with a bloodied lip. "That goes for all of you!" He announced to the whole ship. "Know your place."
Michael leaned down to Chris's ear and whispered, "Get over Mariska. She's mine. She will always be mine."
Chris stood up in anger and looked at his commander with a fired stare. "I'd keep Danielle a better secret if I were you. You wouldn't want the Generals to know of your other relationships."
Michael and Chris stared at each other in anger and the sound of the cooking bell broke their thoughts. Michael only smirked and said, "Goodbye, Officer."
Chris was going to attack when Richard and Ice held him back. "Fight another day, Chris. Another day."
Chris sighed and looked back out into the ocean. He knew what he and Mariska needed to do in order to be together... they needed to leave Hawaii. They needed to leave Pearl Harbor.