*Once again I have to thank the female apophis and Liechtensteinerin. *
Young Love
Chapter Five: - Beginnings
When everyone woke the next morning Jon and Sam were still fast asleep. Jake looked in on them when he woke. Jon's arms were firmly wrapped around Sam. His head was turned to face her, wisps of her hair moved as he snored softly. Sam's face however was virtually buried in his neck. They still had that contented smile on their faces. As it was only 0730 Jake told the others to keep quiet and let them sleep. Jon woke about half an hour later and remained resting in Sam's arms, waiting for her to wake. It wasn't long before she started to stir. When she woke she quickly realized where she was and who she was with. She snuggled closer to Jon and he stroked her back.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Jon looked at his watch and said "Ten past eight."
Sam didn't move, staying in his arms. He watched her face as she ran a hand over his chest, smiling and the light spattering of hair. She didn't notice him smile and close his eyes as she ran her hands over his body. He let her touch him as he knew that she was learning what he liked, and where he was most sensitive. She never once considered going any lower than his washboard abs. Both of them jumped when Jake cleared his throat.
"Morning." he said cheerfully.
Jon looked absolutely terrified. Jake just smiled and Sam realized that her father wasn't going to make a fuss about their situation.
"Breakfast is done. Jon, I put your sleeping bag back in your room, and thanks for the use of your bed. Not that you needed to sleep on the floor I see."
"Sir I can explain this" Jon said quickly.
Jake laughed and said "There's no need son. I woke up when I heard you moving around the flat. You were just looking after her, but remember my warning yesterday" Jake said.
Jon smiled and nodded his head. He was very relieved that Jake didn't think that he was trying something. Jake walked back out of the room to allow the two to get up. When Sam didn't move Jon raised his eyebrows and said
"Err Sam, I really think you should move."
"Why?" She asked.
Jon groaned "Sam your Dad is in the flat and he might not be as lenient the next time he comes looking for us."
Sam just giggled and hugged him. After five more minutes in bed they both decided to get up. Jon moved to his room while Sam dressed. The seven friends sat round and chatted as they ate their breakfast.
"Sir you can come here and cook anytime you want." Jon said.
Jake laughed and said "Very funny Jon. And it's Jake. You're not a bad cook yourself."
"Jon has cooked most of our meals these last four weeks." Charlie said
"Charlie that's cos you gave us food poisoning, and no offence Sam, but you can't tell one end of a frying pan from the other." Jon said.
Sam stabbed him with her fork but giggled all the same. He smiled at her. Jake knew that even though they didn't have a romantic relationship at that moment, that they would soon.
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Over the next couple of weeks Jake was a regular visitor to the University. By the end of November he would come up every two or three days to cook the flat mates a meal, so that Jon could have a break.
They sat round the table as Jon recited one of his encounters with a student in his first week.
"I walked into the class and saw the lecturer so I quickly went and spoke him. I had my bars on my shirt so that people knew that I was one of the Air Force Officers present, and one of these kids over heard the conversation. We were asked to introduce ourselves so when it came to me. I said 'My name's Jon. I'm a lieutenant in the United States Air Force. I come from Ireland and that's about it really.' and then this other kid mutters. 'Should be off fighting with the others, not sitting here.' So I rounded on this kid and I said 'Listen to me. I came here because I was ordered to. I would like nothing more than to be fighting with my friends, but the Air Force sent me here. And another point if you think I should be out there fighting why don't you join up and fight for your country. I'm not even fighting for mine. By all rights I should be and Irish Para, not an USAF Officer. I'm protecting your country maybe you should remember that.' the guy then turned to the kid next to him and muttered 'Did you understand any of that?' so I got a little angry." Jon finished sheepishly.
"Jon, you threatened him with GBH and a bullet in the knee cap." Sam said giggling. He just shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on, he didn't understand a word of what is said anyway. I said it in Irish for crying out loud!" He answered back. His five companions laughed.
After breakfast Jon and Sam remained at the table. They were talking gently. Sam had seen the hurt in his face when he had told the story and she knew that even though he was a Flyboy he still had feelings. The atmosphere around the campus was relaxed and happy. It was only four weeks till they broke up for the Christmas holidays and three weeks until the Christmas Prom.
"Hey you know this Prom thingy. Well do you want to go with me?" Jon asked shyly.
"Jon, I'd love to" Sam said.
The next few weeks were spent preparing for the Prom, and making sure that all assignments got in on time. Sam had gone a bought a blue dress and Jon had got both his Tuxedo and his Dress Uniform out. When the Saturday of the Prom arrived Sam and Jon were once again sat and the kitchen table.
"Here's the all important question. tuxedo or dress blues?" Jon asked.
"You own a Tux," Sam said.
She saw the expression on his face and said "Sorry. Err... lets se you in both."
He groaned. Over the last two and a half months at the University she had very quickly realized that whatever Jon wore he looked fantastic in. So dressed in jeans and a baggy t-shirt Sam wondered what he'd look like in his Tuxedo. Jon returned a couple of minutes later in the dress blues.
Sam looked at him and said "Turn around and put your hat on." he did as Sam said and looked at her.
"Okay let's see you in your tux." he disappeared again and returned a few minutes later. Sam's jaw dropped. He grinned.
"Better" he said smiling at her reaction. He walked up to her and closed her mouth for her. She nodded her head. His tuxedo was tailored just for him. The black slack accentuated his long legs and the white dinner jacket showed off his broad shoulders. The dark green cummerbund showed off the slim muscular stomach. Jon put his arms around her and pulled her closer to his body.
"I want to see what you're gonna wear." he said to her.
She shook her head. "Wait till tonight."
"Sam" he whined like a little child wanting some chocolate. She giggled but still refused to put her dress on.
"It'll make me happy" he said. Sam just giggled but still refused. He sighed and moved away from her.
"I suppose you want the rest of the evening to get ready for this thing tonight?" he said. She just nodded her head.
"Okay, I'm gonna go and take a shower." He said as he walked out of the room.
Janet and Daniel walked into the flat all over one another. Since joining the University Daniel had changed and Janet was the one that had changed him. He didn't always have his head in a book; he laughed, joked and got on really well with the two Air Force Officers. Jon shook his head and was just about to head of his room when the door opened again.
For those of you who don't know GBH is the British way of say Grievous Bodily Harm.
Young Love
Chapter Five: - Beginnings
When everyone woke the next morning Jon and Sam were still fast asleep. Jake looked in on them when he woke. Jon's arms were firmly wrapped around Sam. His head was turned to face her, wisps of her hair moved as he snored softly. Sam's face however was virtually buried in his neck. They still had that contented smile on their faces. As it was only 0730 Jake told the others to keep quiet and let them sleep. Jon woke about half an hour later and remained resting in Sam's arms, waiting for her to wake. It wasn't long before she started to stir. When she woke she quickly realized where she was and who she was with. She snuggled closer to Jon and he stroked her back.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Jon looked at his watch and said "Ten past eight."
Sam didn't move, staying in his arms. He watched her face as she ran a hand over his chest, smiling and the light spattering of hair. She didn't notice him smile and close his eyes as she ran her hands over his body. He let her touch him as he knew that she was learning what he liked, and where he was most sensitive. She never once considered going any lower than his washboard abs. Both of them jumped when Jake cleared his throat.
"Morning." he said cheerfully.
Jon looked absolutely terrified. Jake just smiled and Sam realized that her father wasn't going to make a fuss about their situation.
"Breakfast is done. Jon, I put your sleeping bag back in your room, and thanks for the use of your bed. Not that you needed to sleep on the floor I see."
"Sir I can explain this" Jon said quickly.
Jake laughed and said "There's no need son. I woke up when I heard you moving around the flat. You were just looking after her, but remember my warning yesterday" Jake said.
Jon smiled and nodded his head. He was very relieved that Jake didn't think that he was trying something. Jake walked back out of the room to allow the two to get up. When Sam didn't move Jon raised his eyebrows and said
"Err Sam, I really think you should move."
"Why?" She asked.
Jon groaned "Sam your Dad is in the flat and he might not be as lenient the next time he comes looking for us."
Sam just giggled and hugged him. After five more minutes in bed they both decided to get up. Jon moved to his room while Sam dressed. The seven friends sat round and chatted as they ate their breakfast.
"Sir you can come here and cook anytime you want." Jon said.
Jake laughed and said "Very funny Jon. And it's Jake. You're not a bad cook yourself."
"Jon has cooked most of our meals these last four weeks." Charlie said
"Charlie that's cos you gave us food poisoning, and no offence Sam, but you can't tell one end of a frying pan from the other." Jon said.
Sam stabbed him with her fork but giggled all the same. He smiled at her. Jake knew that even though they didn't have a romantic relationship at that moment, that they would soon.
***YL*** ***YL*** ***YL*** ***YL***
Over the next couple of weeks Jake was a regular visitor to the University. By the end of November he would come up every two or three days to cook the flat mates a meal, so that Jon could have a break.
They sat round the table as Jon recited one of his encounters with a student in his first week.
"I walked into the class and saw the lecturer so I quickly went and spoke him. I had my bars on my shirt so that people knew that I was one of the Air Force Officers present, and one of these kids over heard the conversation. We were asked to introduce ourselves so when it came to me. I said 'My name's Jon. I'm a lieutenant in the United States Air Force. I come from Ireland and that's about it really.' and then this other kid mutters. 'Should be off fighting with the others, not sitting here.' So I rounded on this kid and I said 'Listen to me. I came here because I was ordered to. I would like nothing more than to be fighting with my friends, but the Air Force sent me here. And another point if you think I should be out there fighting why don't you join up and fight for your country. I'm not even fighting for mine. By all rights I should be and Irish Para, not an USAF Officer. I'm protecting your country maybe you should remember that.' the guy then turned to the kid next to him and muttered 'Did you understand any of that?' so I got a little angry." Jon finished sheepishly.
"Jon, you threatened him with GBH and a bullet in the knee cap." Sam said giggling. He just shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on, he didn't understand a word of what is said anyway. I said it in Irish for crying out loud!" He answered back. His five companions laughed.
After breakfast Jon and Sam remained at the table. They were talking gently. Sam had seen the hurt in his face when he had told the story and she knew that even though he was a Flyboy he still had feelings. The atmosphere around the campus was relaxed and happy. It was only four weeks till they broke up for the Christmas holidays and three weeks until the Christmas Prom.
"Hey you know this Prom thingy. Well do you want to go with me?" Jon asked shyly.
"Jon, I'd love to" Sam said.
The next few weeks were spent preparing for the Prom, and making sure that all assignments got in on time. Sam had gone a bought a blue dress and Jon had got both his Tuxedo and his Dress Uniform out. When the Saturday of the Prom arrived Sam and Jon were once again sat and the kitchen table.
"Here's the all important question. tuxedo or dress blues?" Jon asked.
"You own a Tux," Sam said.
She saw the expression on his face and said "Sorry. Err... lets se you in both."
He groaned. Over the last two and a half months at the University she had very quickly realized that whatever Jon wore he looked fantastic in. So dressed in jeans and a baggy t-shirt Sam wondered what he'd look like in his Tuxedo. Jon returned a couple of minutes later in the dress blues.
Sam looked at him and said "Turn around and put your hat on." he did as Sam said and looked at her.
"Okay let's see you in your tux." he disappeared again and returned a few minutes later. Sam's jaw dropped. He grinned.
"Better" he said smiling at her reaction. He walked up to her and closed her mouth for her. She nodded her head. His tuxedo was tailored just for him. The black slack accentuated his long legs and the white dinner jacket showed off his broad shoulders. The dark green cummerbund showed off the slim muscular stomach. Jon put his arms around her and pulled her closer to his body.
"I want to see what you're gonna wear." he said to her.
She shook her head. "Wait till tonight."
"Sam" he whined like a little child wanting some chocolate. She giggled but still refused to put her dress on.
"It'll make me happy" he said. Sam just giggled but still refused. He sighed and moved away from her.
"I suppose you want the rest of the evening to get ready for this thing tonight?" he said. She just nodded her head.
"Okay, I'm gonna go and take a shower." He said as he walked out of the room.
Janet and Daniel walked into the flat all over one another. Since joining the University Daniel had changed and Janet was the one that had changed him. He didn't always have his head in a book; he laughed, joked and got on really well with the two Air Force Officers. Jon shook his head and was just about to head of his room when the door opened again.
For those of you who don't know GBH is the British way of say Grievous Bodily Harm.