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CH 7-Intruder Alert

Clay blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the light in the room. The minute he awoke, he could feel the warmth of Emma's smooth skin next to his. She was "spooned" in front of him. They were covered by the sheet, but he could imagine every curve of her body. He moved his hand down to caress her thigh. Emma stirred slightly and he dipped his head to place small kisses to her neck and shoulder.

"Clay," she said sleepily.

"Good morning gorgeous." She surprised him by flipping over and slinging her leg over his, bringing her into contact with his morning erection.

"Mmmm, morning." She could feel him grow almost imperceptibly harder against her thigh. She slid her leg higher across him.

"You're playing with fire babe."

"Maybe I'm not afraid." The words were barely out of her mouth before she felt his hand cradle her head and his lips cover hers. He nipped and licked at her lips and she opened to him. His tongue plundered her mouth and she responded. She hoped it was okay for her to initiate like this. She knew Clay enjoyed it previously when she surprised him, and she was feeling adventurous.

She broke away from his mouth and began to place kisses over his jaw, down his neck, and onto his pecs. He was breathing hard and moving against her. She then started to trail kisses down his abs, and she brought her hand up to stroke him. Her lips and tongue were moving closer to his erection. Clay had been laying there, eyes closed. But, when he felt her lips just a breath from him, his eyes popped open. He almost didn't believe it. It seemed like she was going to…

At that moment they both froze, hearing pounding on his door. They were quiet, hoping whoever it was would get the message and leave. No such luck. The next round of knocking was even louder and accompanied by,

"Damn it Spenser, answer the door! Woo!"

"Ugh, Sonny. Sorry babe. If I don't answer he'll never leave."

Emma snickered and placed a quick kiss on his length. Clay whimpered. He pulled on some sweats and stalked out to keep Sonny from banging down his door.

"Damn it Sonny! What the hell?!"

"Up and at 'em Cowboy. It's game day! Why you still asleep? It's time to start the party. We're gonna watch the Longhorns kick some ass today!" Sonny finally stopped talking long enough to take in Clay's appearance. His hair was mussed, skin flushed, and his sweatpants did nothing to hide the state of his arousal. Sonny pushed past him and set the case of beer down on the table.

"You wanna explain what's going on here?" gesturing to Clay's appearance.

"What do you mean? You're the one barging into my apartment uninvited."

"What I mean is, I thought you were with Emma, exclusively."

"I am."

"Then what's this? I know she met you on base when we got back. Did you even wait a whole day?"

"What….?!"

"Did you wait to go to the bar to pick up some floozy to scratch your itch, or did you go straight from dropping Emma off at home?"

"Sonny, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" Clay was furious that Sonny could think that Emma meant so little to him.

"I have eyes."

"What are you doing?"

"Calling Jason."

"What?!"

"Yeah, he needs to know so that if there's anything left of you after I'm done, he can take a crack."

Just then Emma came flying out of the bedroom. She had wanted to stay out of it, but when it sounded like things were going to come to blows, she knew she had to intervene. She grabbed the first thing she could find to cover up, which happened to be Clay's shirt from the previous day.

"No, no, no, no, no. Clay, Sonny, STOP!"

It took a moment for Sonny's brain to catch up to his eyes. There was Emma, eyes wild, hair in a riotous mass around her head, and very clearly naked under Clay's shirt.

"Whoa, there!" Sonny immediately spun around. He did NOT need to see Emma this way. "Emma, what are you doing here…like that…with…what's…Holy Hell!"

"What I am doing here is none of your business Sonny Quinn. I appreciate you worrying about me, but Clay's and my relationship is our concern, and I trust him completely." Clay had to admit that he was enjoying this more than a little. After Sonny attacking him like that, seeing him squirm was gratifying.

"Sonny look at me."

"No ma'am. I ain't gonna do that just now."

"Ok, fine. But make sure you hear me. I expect that whatever you see here today remains private. This is not team gossip." She stated firmly. "Sonny, are we clear?"

"Yes, crystal."

"Ok. Now you boys kiss and make up." She went back into the bedroom and shut the door.

"Uh…I'm gonna," Sonny started for the door. Clay followed him to close and lock it behind him. When the door was almost shut, Sonny chanced a look at Clay. "Listen Spenser, I'm sorry. I didn't think you, well that you and Emma were…ya know. So, I jumped to a stupid conclusion."

"I wouldn't do that to her Son. I love her."

"I know that. I guess I just have a hard time seeing the Princess as grown. So, I slip into protective mode where she's concerned."

"Answer a question for me. Do you trust me Sonny?"

"With my life," he answered honestly.

"The trust me with Em too."

"Copy that." Sonny held up his hand for a fist bump and Clay obliged.

"And Sonny, we're serious about this. No scuttlebutt."

"Oh, I get it. I'd rather face every low-life in J-bad than to get Emma riled up again." Both men smiled. Sonny turned and left, and Clay shut the door.

He collapsed back against the door, eyes closed and blew out a long breath trying to shake off the tension. When he stood back up and opened his eyes, what he saw almost made him swallow his tongue. There was Emma walking toward him, wearing nothing but a smile.

"Now…where were we?"