Junior coughed, spraying the orange Gatorade back at the bottle, getting it all over his face and down the front of his shirt.
Ora pushed herself up from the bed and grabbed a towel from the back of a chair and began dabbing at the wet stain on his chest, "You need to get that out now or it won't come out." She told him, taking the bottle from him hand, "Give me your shirt, I'll get it out for you."
He reached behind his head, pulling at the back of his shirt, lifting his shirt over his head and off. He wiped his face with it before tossing it aside. Her eyes followed it until it landed on the floor by the wall, "Screw the shirt."
Her eyes travelled back to him, she admired his impressive physique, before seeing a trail of orange tears slowly trinkling down his chest. She stepped closer to him and lifted the towel in her hand, about to dry him off, but instead, she pressed her lips to his chest and gently sucked the orange liquid into her mouth.
She looked up at him and he tilted his head down to kiss her, but she turned her head away from him.
"I thought you wanted this?" He questioned.
"I do." She softly replied, "But I do not want to kiss."
"Wait, let me get this straight...you'll sleep with me, but not kiss me?"
"My body, my rules."
He smiled, "Come on, I'm a good kisser. Well, I've been told I am, anyway." His smile grew.
"Then I'm not the buddy for you." She turned, grabbing her small bag from the bed and made her way over to the door, where she opening the door.
"Wait." He called out, taking a step towards her, "Do you have any other rules?"
Jason and Tali were asleep in bed. He was laying on his back, she was her side, pressed up against him, the covers were pulled up under her chin.
His cell phone began to ring, the screen lit up, illuminating the darkened bedroom.
She let out a sweet sigh as he began to move, tightening her already existing grip on him.
The phone rang again and he reached out from under the covers and lifted it from the nightstand. He looked at it and squinted, but couldn't make it out, so he pushed it away from his face, finally being able to read it. He answered it, "What's up, Anton?" His eyelids quickly closed, still heavy from sleep, "Yeah, yeah, I'll be there." He fought to open his eyes and ended the call, letting it fall to his chest. He rubbed at his face with his hand and tried to slide out of bed, but she wouldn't let him, "Uhhh, Tali."
She softly chuckled, "Mine."
"Okay, but I'm gonna look real silly with you holding my dick all day." He joked.
"Then you're really gonna look silly..." She grinned and quickly disappeared under the covers.
"What the hell does he want to see me for?" Jason asked Anton as they walked into Director McGee's office.
"This is Hal Davis, Agent Fine." McGee said, "The Secretary of the Navy."
"Yes, I know, Director." Jason said, "If this is about that cottage that caught fire, I..."
"No. As a matter of fact, here's your weapon back." McGee said, taking Jason's Mk 23 out from his desk drawer and handed it to him.
"Thank you, Director."
"I'm here to give you something you should've been given 6 years ago, son." Hal Davis stated.
"Sir?" Jason looked confused.
Hal Davis turned, picking up a box from McGee's desk, "I, Hal Davis, the Secretary of the Navy, on the authority from the President of the United States, award you the Congressional Medal of Honor, for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of your life above and beyond the call of duty while engaged in an action against an enemy of the United States." He stepped over to Jason and held out the box to him, "America thanks you." He stated with a smile, extending his hand.
Jason shook the man's hand, taking the box, "Thank you, Sir."
"And great job with those Russians." Hal Davis said, giving Jason a smack on the arm before turning to McGee, "We'll have lunch."
Jason watched the SecNav leave before turning to a nodding McGee, then to Anton who was smiling, "You deserve it, bro."
"May I be dismissed?" Jason asked.
McGee nodded again and Jason left with Anton hurrying to catch up with him, "Dude, what gives? I asked the Director to look into it, because I and my commander officer recommended you for it. It's a great honor."
"I will not accept an award for doing the right thing, Anton."
"You saved me and 16 other lives that day, Jason. You came for us, it was your call. You did that."
"Then you take it." Jason said, "As a reminder of the men who made it and to the ones who didn't." He handed the box to Anton and jogged down the stairs.
Anton watched Jason move to his desk and sit down. He popped open the box and ran his fingers over the medal before snapping it closed.
"Gear up!" Jason yelled.
Anton quickly made his way to his desk and opened the bottom desk drawer placing the medal inside, locking it in place.
"Lets go, Meat!" Jason tapped Anton's desk and passed Dee on his way to the elevator.
Anton looked up at Dee, who was smiling at him, "He's calling you meat again."
Anton smiled, "Yeah, isn't it great?"
Dee laughed, "If you say so."
Ora opened the door to her room and quietly slipped inside.
"When you said you were going over there." Amy began, sitting on her bed, "I didn't think you meant all night."
Ora looked at Amy, but moved to her bed and laid down, bringing her knees to her chest, holding them there.
"Uh oh." Amy stood up and took a step towards her, "What happened?"
Ora was silence, she wrapped her knees up tighter.
Amy sat down on the edge of Ora's bed and placed her hand on her arm, rubbing it, "Talk to me, girl."
"I just had the best 24 hours of my life and I ruined it."
Amy brushed Ora's hair behind her ear, "I doubt it very much."
"I kissed him."
Amy softly laughed, "And that ruined it?"
"I told him not to kiss me and then I kissed him, I'm such a hypocrite."
Ora was on top of Junior, they were leaning back against the wall on his bed, their naked bodies moving as one, "Wait, wait, stop, stop." Ora called out, gritting her teeth in pain.
"What?" Junior asked, "Are you okay?"
Ora adjusted herself, "Yeah, you were just impaling my liver." She laughed.
Junior raised his hands to her cheeks, caressing them, "I'm sorry."
Ora smiled and leaned into him, kissing him softly on the lips, "It's okay."
Junior fell back a little and just stared at her.
"What?"
Junior smiled, "You kissed me."
"Huh?" Amy was confused, "Why wouldn't you want him to kiss you?"
"Because I didn't want it to be intimate."
"Sex isn't intimate?"
"It's not the same."
"Okay, I get it, you thought, if you two didn't kiss, you couldn't fall in love with him, right? Then why did you kiss him then? Wait, you love him, don't you?"
"Maybe."
"What happened after he kissed you? Did you two argue or something?"
Ora smiled, thinking back, "He gave me an orgasm."
Amy laughed, "So, when's the wedding?"
Ora let out a much needed laugh, but stopped, "Then I really screwed up."
"You told him you loved him, didn't you?"
"Maybe."
"Did he then give you two orgasms?" Amy grinned.
Ora smiled, but closed her eyes and began to cry, "I told him as I was leaving. I don't know what I was thinking, all I knew was, I was happier than I've ever been and it just came out."
"And what did he do?"
"He invited me to Thanksgiving dinner with his family."
"Okay, you must marry him and give him many, many babies or I will be force to and you know I'm a lesbian." Amy grinned.
"My father..."
"Screw you father...oh, speaking of which, you forgot your cell phone and your mom called yesterday and I told her you were pissed at your dad again and she totally bought it, but, you might wanna call her, though, you know how she gets worried."
"Thanks, Amy."
"Yeah, no problem, sweetie...oh, are you gonna go?"
"Go where?"
"You know, with him."
"Oh..."
"So, the sound of Tony's bed squeaking wakes me up." Liam told several of his teammates around him, including Junior, as they practiced free-throw shooting, "And I hear a girl say, 'OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!' Then she yells, 'I'm not allowed to say that!' What the hell was that about, man?"
The teammates laughed.
"She's Jewish, they're not suppose to say or write God."
"What the fuck?" Liam was confused.
"Like I said, it's a Jewish thing, I don't get it either." Junior replied.
"Anyway, lover boy over here was just pounding away at her, before and after I went to church and..."
"I dunno what's funnier, this story or that fact that Liam goes to church." One of the teammates said, which drew a few laughs.
"Hey, I'm Irish Catholic. Fuck you, guys, Jesus loves me! But moving on, they were still going at it, until like 6 p.m..."
"Pizza break and we were out of condoms." Junior answered.
"Shit, when I grow up, I wanna be like your dick." Liam admitted.
Everyone laughed, "You're sick, dude." Junior shook his head, "But you're my point guard and my best friend." He extended his hand and they bumped fists.
"Damn straight, bro."
AN- Still sick, but feeling a bit better.
AN2 - Mmmmm, nyquil.
