Chapter 20: Navy SEAL Foundation Benefit Dinner
AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter is for Sarah, who gave me this idea. Thanks to Disnerd71 for helping with the dress and ididitjustforthis for proofing. I hope you enjoy it. I do not own SEAL Team, although I would love to! I borrowed some lines from SEAL Team to make everything make sense in this chapter. WARNING- this chapter is very racy so be prepared.
Clay Spenser was seated inside his broom closet-size office looking over mission debriefs. He let out a heavy sigh before throwing his pen down and rubbing his eyes. So many things had changed in his life over the past month.
Lindell had taken him off of Bravo eight weeks ago as punishment because of the letter. Covering for Ray by taking responsibility put an end to NCIS's manhunt for the culprit as well as any ambitions Clay might have had towards STA-21. But with Ray now in Warrant Officer School and working his way back to the team, he didn't regret it.
The changes didn't stop there, though.
Jason also came forward with an announcement that he never thought he would hear: Bravo 1 was choosing to no longer be an operator.
Instead he would be chained to the base alongside Clay working logistics and intel for Echo Team. A decision which, among all the other changes, has rocked the team to its core.
To top all of that off was the immediate demise of his relationship with Rebecca. He had broken up with her because of the letter as well. Or more like Rebecca had broken up with him but that's just semantics. Thankfully, he realized what she was before he got in deeper than he already had been. That she never loved him, just the idea of him. She loved the idea of being with a SEAL. She loved how their relationship could advance her politically.
As Clay sat mulling over all that had taken place, he heard a knock on the door. He looked up to find Jason leaning against the doorframe.
"Look at you. Two months ago you took out one of the biggest HVT's in Afghanistan, and now you're flying solo behind a desk. That's what you call pipe hitter purgatory."
"I would take making sugar cookies in BUD/s over proof-reading these reports any day."
"Lindell sure did put his golden boy down for writing that letter. How much more time do you have on your sentence?"
"I have no idea. I'm pushing paper and you're operating a radio. That's a pretty sorry end for a couple of gunslingers."
Before Jason could respond, someone cleared their throat from out in the hallway behind him. He turned to see Captain Lindell standing there, stone-faced as always.
"Sir."
"Master Chief Hayes." Lindell stepped past him into the small office to address Clay. "Petty Officer Spenser."
"Yes, sir?"
"I understand that this isn't exactly what you want to be doing. But, this is punishment for your actions. That being said, I have an assignment for you."
"Yes, sir."
"You are to attend the Navy SEAL Foundation Benefit Dinner on Friday in New York City."
"May I ask why, sir?"
"I have to send someone from here to represent DEVGRU. Everyone else will be busy for the rest of the week, Master Chief Hayes is still becoming accustomed to intel and not operating. I have to deal with Bravo Team and their performance as of late. And the other teams are either deployed or on call. So, that leaves you, Petty Officer Spenser. You are to represent DEVGRU and the rest of the Navy SEALs at this dinner. Don't let me down." Lindell excused himself, pausing for a moment before he left the cramped room, "Make sure to bring a date. You'll be leaving Friday and reporting back to base Monday morning."
With that, he exited leaving Clay to sigh in exasperation at his new assignment.
"Great," he gave a frustrated huff. "Now I have to find a date."
"What about Rebecca?"
"Oh, we broke up because of the whole letter debacle. She said that I wasn't the person she thought I was because I risked my career to do something that wouldn't change anything."
"Sorry."
"I'm not. Looking back, that relationship was…" Clay stopped not finding the right word.
"A mistake? Stupid? Rushed?" Jason supplied.
Clay let out a laugh, "Yeah, all of the above."
"So, not dating anyone?"
"Nope, I've decided to take it slow. I haven't met anyone worth dating lately. You think Naima would like to go with me?"
Jason laughed, "I'm sure but she has the new house, the kids, and Ray coming home any day from Warrant Officer School."
"Davis?"
"Busy with intel."
"Well, that's all my options."
Jason gazed thoughtfully at Clay as an idea began to form. "Not all your options."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the dinner is in New York, right?"
"Yeah." Clay confirmed slowly, still not understanding where Jason was going with that.
"Emma's at Tisch. She could go with you."
"I wouldn't want to put her out like that."
"Please, she's been to plenty of formal gatherings like this. I'm sure she will be happy to go." Jason pulled his phone out of his pocket and moved towards Clay's desk. He sat behind Clay on a filing cabinet and placed the phone so it was pointing at them both before FaceTiming Emma. After four rings, Emma's face came into few. She was sweating and taking deep breaths.
"Em, you okay?"
"Yeah, I just went for a run. My roommates dad is in town this weekend and they invited me along on their morning jog. I wouldn't have agreed if I had known her father used to be a SEAL on top of being an NCIS agent." Emma huffed over the sound of two people chuckling in the background.
"Well, at least you are in good company."
"Yeah, so dad, everything okay?"
"Yeah, are you busy Friday?"
"No, I'm actually free this entire weekend."
"Clay has to go up to New York this weekend for the Navy SEAL Foundation Benefit Dinner and -" Jason started to say before Clay intervened.
"I was wondering if you would go with me." Clay figured since he couldn't get a date, he could at least ask Emma to go with him instead of Jason.
"Um, yeah, cool. What time are you going to be here Friday?"
"Sometime Friday morning. I have to get all of the details from Lindell."
"Okay, when do you have to be back in Virginia Beach?"
"I have to be back on base Monday."
"Cool, we can spend the weekend together. Anything to keep me from having to run again."
Clay chuckled, "okay, see you Friday, Emma."
"Bye, Clay! Bye, dad!"
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Friday rolled around and Clay had just pulled into the parking garage of his hotel. He checked into his hotel room at the Marriott Marquis. The dinner would be in the ballroom of the hotel and DEVGRU actually ponied up for his accommodations which came with a breathtaking view of the city. After settling into the room he pulled his phone to shoot Emma a text letting her know that he had made it to the hotel.
With his shoes shined and his dress uniform laid out, Clay headed for the shower but was stopped by the ding from his phone. It was a response from Emma.
Do you want me to meet you there?
No, I'll come to pick you up. There's a cocktail hour before the dinner and we have to be present. I'll pick you up at 1700. Does that work?
Yes, I'll send the address.
Okay. Can't wait to see your dress 😉.
At 1700 on the dot, Clay knocked on Emma's apartment door. He adjusted his tie as the door opened. When he saw Emma, his jaw dropped. She was absolutely gorgeous. Emma stood there with a nervous smile on her face as Clay took her in. Her dark blonde hair was pinned back out of her face and the light makeup that highlighted her gorgeous blue eyes. The dress she wore was elegant yet sexy and stylish. It was red, matching the stripes on his uniform. The halter top was adorned with intricate beading and lace, with a strip of sheer fabric around her midriff before pooling around her legs in softly flowing fabric that reached the floor.
"Do you like it?" She smoothed her hands down her sides.
"Emma, you are absolutely beautiful." He breathed out before shaking his head to clear the inappropriate thoughts that had run through it.
"Not too much?"
"Definitely not. If anything you'll put them all to shame." He grinned and extended his arm for her to take before they left her apartment for the limo that was provided. It seemed DEVGRU was intent on them arriving in style.
When they pulled up in front of the hotel, Clay was the first one out of the car. Turning back, he offered his hand to help Emma out before tucking her palm into his elbow and proceeding inside. Clay took a deep breath as they entered the ballroom. He looked around at the sea of people already gathered there. Some of them were in uniform while others were in suits and dresses similar to Emma's.
"I think that's our table, Clay." Emma motioned to a table near the stage. They walked over and saw two seats open with the name tag Clay Spenser +1. Clay pulled the chair out for Emma to sit before taking the seat beside her.
"So, what exactly are you supposed to do here?" Emma looked around the room before her eyes landed on Clay.
"Mingle. I'm just here representing DEVGRU."
"Well, how about we go to the bar and then mingle." Emma gave him a smile.
"Are you able to drink?"
"I turned 21 in January."
"Well, in that case, let's grab a drink." They walked from the table to the bar. Clay ordered a beer while Emma ordered a glass of red wine. Once they received their drinks, both turned to the crowd.
"So, where do you want to start?"
"It doesn't matter. We can just pick a side and work our way around." With that, Emma and Clay moved to a small group of people and introduced themselves. They chatted for a few minutes before moving to another group and then another.
"Well, we still have about 30 minutes and we've talked to almost everyone. Do you want to go back to our table?"
"Yeah, that sounds-" Clay stopped abruptly.
"Clay, what's wrong?"
"My ex, Rebecca is here. She's on my father's arm." Emma turned quickly to see Ash Spenser with his arm around a beautiful brunette.
"Oh, Clay." Emma began but Clay moved away from her towards the stairs in the lobby. Emma followed after him quickly and caught up to him on the second floor before pulling him into a single bathroom. She locked the door once they were inside and turned to see him staring into the large mirror.
"Do you want to talk?"
"I want to confront her."
"You can't do that, at least not here."
"I don't know why I'm surprised. She never really loved me. She loved the idea of me."
"Did you love her?"
"Honestly, no, I don't think I did. But of all the people, she's here with my father." His lip curled in disgust.
"What can I do?"
"Stop me from walking out of this bathroom right now and causing a scene." Clay began to pace the bathroom.
"How?"
"I don't know, anything."
Emma watched him for a moment. He was getting more and more agitated from the lack of outlet. Her mind raced as she tried to think of anything that would distract him from his ex and his father but nothing was coming to mind. Clay paused abruptly before staring at her and making for the door. As his hand raised to grasp the door knob Emma reacted without thinking, placing her palms on either side of his face and crashing their lips together.
She pulled away from him and brought both of her hands to her face, covering her mouth. Clay stood in front of her, wide eyed and slack jawed.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that." She stammered out but was silenced when Clay broke out of his daze and pulled her flush with his body.
"Don't be sorry." He whispered while bending his head down to bring his face closer to hers. Their noses met, nuzzling lightly against each other before their lips were joined once again in a soft kiss.
Clay placed his hands on her neck and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. He traced his tongue over her bottom lip, causing Emma to gasp lightly and open to him. Their tongues intertwined as she grabbed his biceps to keep herself steady. He turned them and walked Emma over to the vanity. Her back hit the table top as Clay moved his hands from her neck to her waist. He picked her up off the floor and sat her down on the vanity with her back against the mirror. Emma gasped as he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck while his hands worked her dress up over her knees and around her waist. Clay pulled her to the edge of the counter and pressed her damp clothed center to his hardened length. He pulled away from her to look over her perfect body while caressing his hands up her silky smooth legs before reaching her red, lace panties.
"So perfect." He whispered before claiming her mouth in another passionate kiss.
Emma moved her hands to his pants and began to loosen them. She pushed them down just enough to remove his dick from its confines. Her left hand ran over his length while Clay pulled her panties down her shapely legs and tossed them aside. She guided him to her center and felt the small amount of pre-cum on her folds while he began pushing inside her. She curled one hand over his right shoulder blade and the other on the left side of his neck as his thick head slipped past her tight entrance. Emma let out a slight gasp as she stretched to accommodate his rather impressive girth. Their foreheads rested against each other as he slid further and further into her.
Emma had never felt so full or complete.
Once Clay was completely inside her, he began thrusting lightly in and out of her snug entrance. Their foreheads never left each other as his thrusts became faster.
"Oh god, I've never felt anything more perfect." Clay groaned as he moved one of his hands to her clit and began to draw circles with his thumb.
Emma's mouth opened slightly and Clay linked their mouths once again. Emma came with a muffled cry and Clay roughly jerked his hips, thrusting as deep as he could before cumming inside her.
Both were panting heavily between feather light kisses. She winced slightly as Clay slowly removed his softened length from her narrow channel. Emma suddenly felt empty and cold inside.
Clay ran his hands over his face before turning back to Emma, who was pulling her dress back into place. He moved back to her and helped her down off the vanity before leaning down to pick up Emma's panties and slip them into his pocket.
She turned towards the mirror to fix anything that may have become disheveled and was grateful that she had decided on smudge proof lipstick. Thankfully, her hair and makeup hadn't been disturbed during their trist. She straightened her dress out, glad that it was a material that didn't wrinkle too easily.
She turned back to Clay with a slight blush on her cheeks. He cleared his throat and placed his hand lightly on her arm. "It's almost time for the dinner to start. We should get back to the ballroom."
Emma's face dropped a little before she nodded, "yeah, you're right."
"Hey, I'm not saying we shouldn't talk about this. But, we do have to get back to the dinner. Why don't we talk later in my hotel suite?"
Emma nodded again, not trusting her voice. Clay leaned over to kiss her lightly before moving to open the door. He looked around before he stepped out and then moved for her to leave the bathroom.
They walked back into the ballroom and thankfully, not everyone had sat down for dinner yet. They moved back to their table and seated themselves in silence. They ate the meal and made small talk with the other people at their table. Once the meal was finished and the special guests made their speeches the evening was officially over leaving everyone to socialize or leave as they please. After rubbing elbows with the other guests for a little bit longer, the two were finally able to excuse themselves.
Clay took her hand and led her to the elevator which they took up to his room. As the door closed behind them, Emma turned to him.
"So, what happens now? Was what happened in the bathroom a one time thing? I mean, if it is that's okay. I don't want you to think that just because I'm Jason's daughter you have to-" Emma was cut off by Clay kissing her.
"Why don't we continue what we started downstairs and we'll see where it leads us?" Clay unclipped her hair and watched it fall before running his hands through it.
"I'd like that." Emma whispered as their lips met again.
This kiss was nothing like the others that night. This kiss was slow and sensual now that they were able to take their time without the fear of someone walking in on them. Emma pulled away from his mouth and began to take off his tie and uniform shirt before turning to lay it on the chair. Clay came behind her, moving her hair to one side and kissing her neck as he unzipped her dress. She turned in his arms and pulled his white t-shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted torso. Clay pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let the fabric crumple to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
Clay ran his eyes over her body hungrily while Emma bit her lip at his perusal. No man had ever seen her naked before.
"Absolutely perfect."
"Really?" Emma whispered.
"Let me show you?" Clay asked as he led her to the bed. Emma nodded and sat down at the foot of the bed. "Lay back and spread your legs."
Emma did as she was asked and bit her lip as Clay leaned over her. He kissed her lightly on the lips before nipping down her neck. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and massaged the other breast with his hand before switching to give them equal attention. Releasing her tight peak with a small pop, he kissed down her toned abdomen before reaching her center. He looked up to find her gaze locked on him.
"Is this okay?"
Panting lightly, Emma nodded her consent. Clay kissed up the smooth skin on the inside of her thigh, stopping before the apex to switch to the other. This time his mouth met her center, swiping his tongue through her folds before wrapping his lips around her clit. Emma shrieked and grabbed the bedsheets as he teased the sensitive bundle. Clay moved her legs over his shoulders, groaning at the taste of her as he explored her center. He alternated between sucking her clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of her opening. Unable to fight off her release, Emma came with a loud moan. Clay moved back up her body placing light kisses on her flushed skin.
"Are you okay?"
Emma nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment. She felt his constrained length pushing into her stomach through his pants so Emma reached down and began removing them. Their eyes never left each other as Clay and Emma worked together to remove his pants and boxers. Once the final layers were gone she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him onto his back. She climbed on top of him and began leaving a wet trail of kisses starting at his neck, down the center of his chest, trailing her lips all the way to the top of his member. She glanced at him for a moment and took the head of his length into her mouth before she lost her nerve.
"Oh, Emma!" Clay groaned as he ran his hands down to thread his fingers through her hair. She sucked for a moment, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking more of him into her mouth and then repeated the action.
Clay had to use all of his training not to buck his hips and thrust into her mouth.
Emma took him as deep as she could before removing him. She pumped her hand up and down his cock as she kissed down to his balls and sucked them gently. Emma ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick vein before wrapping her lips once more around the head.
Clay felt like he was going to explode. Quickly, he pulled her back up his body and flipped them so that she was under him. He aligned his cock with her entrance and thrust all the way inside.
"Oh Clay!" Emma shouted before biting her lip.
"That's right, baby. Let me hear you." Clay encouraged as he shifted her leg over his shoulder and hit her deeper than he ever had.
"Please, Clay!"
"Please, what? Tell me what you want, Em." Clay continues to thrust in and out of her at a steady pace.
"Harder, faster, please." She practically begged.
"Your wish is my command." Clay picked up his pace, grinding her against his hips with every inward thrust. Emma broke with a cry. Clay thrust several more times before following her into oblivion.
Clay slipped out of her and rolled to the side before taking her into his arms.
"Are you okay?" Clay's voice was low as their breathing came back to normal.
Emma nodded, not trusting her voice. She had sex with Clay. Clay! For the second time that night. She remembered the first day she met him. Her father brought him to the house after drafting him and she remembered being upstairs and her dad calling for her to come down. As the front door came into view, her breath caught in her throat the moment she saw him. He was talking to her little brother. His beard was slightly scruffy and his slight curls were showing under his famous baseball cap. She'd had a crush on him instantly. She remembered barely managing not to stumble over introductions. As she thought back to all of the team gatherings, she realized that she never really got over the crush she had on him.
"What are you thinking?" His voice was soothing and he ran his hand over her hair and back.
Emma rolled over so that she was laying on his chest looking into his eyes and blushed, "I, uh, I was thinking about how I had this huge crush on you when you first joined the team."
"Really?" He gave her a charming smile.
"Of course, I wasn't the only one. Hannah and Cathy did too."
"Really?!" His eyebrows went up to his hairline and his smile turned into a smirk.
"Yeah, but if you ever tell them I told you that, I'll have to kill you."
"Your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks," Emma smiled, sincerely at him. Clay took her face in his hands and gave her a sweet kiss.
After they broke apart, Emma looked around his room and the pile of clothes on the floor before hesitantly looking back at him, "so, should I-" Emma motioned towards the door.
"No! I want you to stay. I'm not going to kick you out of my room after having sex with you. That would be wrong and I have too much respect for you to do that. Unless you want to leave."
"I really don't but I also don't want to do the Walk of Shame tomorrow morning."
Clay nodded in understanding, "Well, this is New York. It isn't as if anyone will notice."
Emma thought about and gave in to him, "okay, I'll stay tonight."
"Good! Tomorrow morning, we can go get you a bag from your dorm and spend the rest of the weekend together."
"Really?" Emma was surprised that he would want to go out with her.
"Yeah, you could show me around the city tomorrow and I've never experienced New York's nightlife. Maybe you could show me what it's like."
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"Me too." Clay pulled her back to him and settled into sleep.
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The next morning, Emma awoke feeling more refreshed than she had in a long time. As she opened her eyes, she recognized that she was not in her dorm room. She also realized that there was an arm holding her in place against someone's solid chest. Panic began to bubble in her stomach until she remembered what happened. She had attended a dinner with Clay and they ended up spending the night together.
She rolled over in his arms to face him. She looked into his face for a few moments before his eyes opened.
"Good morning, I thought I felt someone staring at me."
"I wasn't staring, I was making sure that I remembered last night correctly."
"Really? What happened last night?" Clay gave her a sinful smirk.
"Well let's see, we talked to some powerful people."
"Mmm." Clay began kissing her neck.
"Then we had dinner."
"Mmm." He nipped at her jawline.
"Then we came back here and fell asleep."
"Mmm, yeah, I remember that 100%," Clay kissed her firmly before flipping over and bringing her on top of him. "But I think there were some other events that happened between the talking and the dinner and the sleeping."
"Wonder what those could've been?" She quipped lightly, leaning forward to press her lips to his. Before he could respond, Emma climbed off the bed wrapped in the bedsheet, and grabbed her dress.
"What are you doing?" Clay sat up on the bed, the cover pooling at his waist.
"I'm getting dressed," Emma raised her eyebrow as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"No, first we shower." Clay moved from the bed, stark naked, picked her up bridal style, and carried her into the bathroom. He placed her on the sink while he turned the shower on. When the spray was at the right temperature he turned back to her, setting her on her feet and unwrapping the sheets to reveal her nude body. Emma bit her lip as his eyes roamed her form hungrily. He threw the balled up sheet back onto the bed and pulled her with him under the spray.
Their mouths locked in an intense kiss. Clay pushed her back against the wall and placed sucking kisses down her neck and over her chest.
Emma let out a small squeal and giggled as Clay effortlessly wrapped her legs around his waist and held her up against the wall. She ran her eyes over his body, his muscles bulging and abs contracted as she, instinctually, rubbed her dripping center against his lower abdomen. He aligned himself with her core and slid home.
Emma let out a shudder as her tender, narrow channel stretched deliciously to accommodate his member.
"Oh, so wet for me." Clay groaned into her ear making Emma flush.
"Only you." Came out of Emma's mouth before she could stop it. Apparently, that was the right thing to say because Clay jerked his hips and hit her sweet spot with every upward thrust.
"Clay, I'm gonna-"
"Me too. So good baby." Both exploded with a grunt.
Clay placed nipping kisses on her lips as his softened member slid from her soaked body.
"Let's get you clean." Clay moved her under the spray and ran a washcloth over her body. As he shampooed her hair and rinsed it, she took the rag and began running it over his muscles and abs.
"Your turn."
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Emma was thankful that no one seemed to notice or care that she was wearing an elegant evening dress with wet hair while Clay was in a t-shirt and blue jeans. They took an uber back to Emma's dorm and she was once again thankful because her roommate and her roommate's father were nowhere to be found. She hurried to change clothes and do her hair before packing a small bag.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, let me take that." Clay took the bag from her and placed his free hand on the small of her back, guiding her out of the dorm.
"So, where to?"
"Well, it is still pretty early so we can see some tourist attractions."
"Okay, works for me. I was thinking we could do the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, the Empire State Building, and maybe the Intrepid. What do you think?"
"Works for me. I've always wanted to see the Intrepid."
"What? You don't get enough of that at work?" She gave him a knowing look while Clay sent a cheeky smile her way.
Clay and Emma dropped her bag off at his hotel before heading to Ellis Island. As they reached the Statue of Liberty, Emma grabbed Clay's hand so they wouldn't get separated in the crowd. They made their way to the top and looked out over the water and city. As they made their way down the stairs and out onto the grass, they were stopped by one of the workers asking if they wanted a photo to remember their visit. Clay paid the man before he took Emma into his arms and turned towards the camera. The man handed the photo to Clay, bid the couple a good day and they went back to the city.
They had lunch in Central Park before going to the Empire State Building and racing up the 102 stories before reaching the observatory. Clay and Emma took pictures of the view before turning the camera towards themselves. Emma snapped a picture of them just as Clay kissed her cheek. Clay took another of them kissing before they left for the Air and Space Museum.
They started in the submarine, USS Growler before walking through the ship, looking at all of the memorabilia before making their way over to the side of the ship. Emma looked over the water and took a deep breath.
"We were on vacation here when I was 10. And dad wanted to come see the ship. Mikey was young and mom decided that it would be the perfect father/daughter excursion. The day dad and I came here, something changed for me. Every bit of anger I ever had at my dad for not being home for my birthday or the things he missed at school, it faded away. And resentment for not being with me when I thought I needed him, went away. This gave me a better appreciation for my dad."
When Emma finished, she had tears running down her cheek. Clay pulled her towards him and brushed them away before taking her into his arms.
"It gave me a better understanding of why dad was a SEAL. And I have never, not once, complained about dad not being at home since then."
"What you went through with Jace gone, that's a lot to ask of anyone, especially someone who doesn't understand."
"I'm thankful and proud to have family, including you, who aren't afraid to protect us."
Clay took her lips with his and kissed her passionately. When they broke apart, their hands linked for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
"So, you said you would show me the night life. Where to?"
"Um, why don't we go to a little corner bar? I don't want to culture shock you too much." Emma joked, making Clay laugh.
"Okay, if that's what you want."
Emma began leading Clay down the sidewalk towards their destination. He moved the hand that was clenching hers to the small of her back leading Emma to lean into his side. Clay moved his hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on the top of her head. They walked into a quiet, rustic bar and Clay noticed that there were many similarities between this bar and the Bulkhead back in Virginia Beach. Emma grabbed his hand and pulled him to a small booth in the back of the room.
They ordered beers and burgers before settling into a comfortable silence.
"So, how did you find this place?"
"I wanted a place to go when I needed to clear my head. I walked by this place once and it seemed perfect."
"Reminds me of the Bulkhead."
"Yeah, it does. Kind of helps when I'm feeling homesick. So, how is my dad?"
"Um, I don't know. He hasn't really said anything to anyone on the team since he decided to stop operating."
"Yeah, he's in total middle-life crisis mode."
Clay chuckled, "you really think so?"
"Yes. Eventually he'll realize that this isn't going to be enough for him. What about you? Dad told me about the whole STA-21 thing and the letter."
Clay nodded and took a sip of his beer without replying.
"Dad also told me that you really didn't want to be an officer. You only thought about it because of your girlfriend."
Clay nodded, "Yeah, I made a lot of mistakes this last year, including Rebecca."
Emma observed him quietly for a moment, mulling over his answers as well as everything he wasn't saying before speaking again.
"You didn't write the letter did you?" She gave him a knowing look.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you writing a letter like that didn't sit well with me when dad mentioned it. That isn't your style." She nodded to herself. After everything that his father had done and the roadblocks it created in his life, being a leak is the last thing Clay would do. "But, I think I can guess who did."
"You do, do you?"
"Uncle Ray. But you, being the typical team guy, took the fall for it because you knew that it would destroy Uncle Ray's chances at Warrant Officer School. So you killed two birds with one stone. Saved his career and got out of STA-21."
"You think you have all the answers, don't you?" Clay joked even though he was startled at how easily she'd figured it out.
"Only when it comes to Bravo Team." She joked and nudged him slightly, "don't worry though, your secret is safe with me."
Once they finished their meal and waited for the bill to come, the two were deciding what to do next.
"So, what do you want to do? Take a romantic midnight stroll through the city?" Clay exaggerated the word 'romantic' making Emma giggle and blush lightly.
"We could. We could also go back to the hotel and watch a movie or...something else," Emma suggested as she ran her fingers over his bicep.
"What would fall under something else?" Clay played along causing Emma to lean over a whisper in his ear.
"Why don't you take me back to the hotel and find out." Emma was feeling playful, flirting in a way that she never had before. It was exhilarating, feeling so free and comfortable enough around Clay to act frisky.
"Are you sure? Because when I get you back to that hotel, I can't promise you'll be able to walk right next week."
Emma flushed as the visions of what he meant went through her head, "I'll take my chances."
Clay pulled his wallet out, threw some bills on the table, more than enough to cover the meal and a tip, before ushering her out of the bar and towards his hotel.
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Almost back to the hotel, Clay and Emma were passing her dorm building when a tall, athleticly built man came out.
"Emma."
"Brad." The clipped tone of Emma's voice let Clay know that she was not happy to see him.
"Who's the guy?" Brad asked as he motioned to Clay.
"This is Clay."
"Nice to meet you, Clay. What exactly are you doing with my girlfriend?"
"Ex-girlfriend." Emma told Clay when he turned to look at her.
"How do you know him?" Brad moved to stand in front of Emma, trying to intimidate her.
"That's none of your business."
"Are you sleeping with him?"
"Once again, that is none of your business."
"I'm making it my business." Brad touched her cheek making Emma slap his hand away.
"I think it's time for you to leave." Clay spoke up and moved between them. "It was nice to meet you as well, Brad." Clay reached his hand out for him Brad to shake.
Brad hesitated for a moment before taking his hand and squeezing it, thinking Clay would see him as a threat.
Clay squeezed it back and Emma had to hold in a laugh as she saw a flash of pain in Brad's eyes.
"Come on, Clay." Emma began pulling him away from Brad.
"Clay, I've got some advice for you." Brad waved him back once Emma had pulled him a few feet away.
Clay walked back over to him, "what's that?"
"Emma's good if you want a quick fling. But she has serious issues when it comes to relationships. I think it has to do with her dad being whatever he is in the military, a Ranger or something like that. Watch yourself. All I'm saying." With that, Brad walked away from Clay.
CLAY&EMMA-CLAY&EMMA
The moment Clay shut the hotel room door behind them, he pushed her against it and ran his hands possessively over her body as he slammed their mouths together. The thought of Emma, his Emma, in bed with someone else… he wanted to claim her as his. He wanted to possess her body. He wanted to be the only one she thought about while she was alone. He ripped open the tiny button-up shirt she had been wearing causing her to gasp. Emma had a rush of desire at his display of strength.
"I want you so much," There was a yearning and determination in Clay's voice that made Emma weak in the knees.
"I want you too."
Clay pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it unceremoniously to the side before taking her mouth in a commanding kiss again. It didn't take Clay long to get himself out of his pants and Emma out of her shorts. Clay picked Emma up and placed her on the bed before climbing on top of her.
Clay nibbled on Emma's neck before looking into her eyes. He reached behind her, unsnapped her bra and removed it from her body. He took her right nipple, then her left in his mouth and sucked and teased until Emma begged him for more. He kissed down her stomach and reached her panties before looking at her for permission.
Emma nodded and Clay pulled her panties down her shapely thighs and legs before tossing them over his shoulder.
"So perfect baby." Clay groaned as he latched onto her clit.
"Oh god, Clay!" Emma's left hand tangled in his hair and her right grabbed the sheets.
He was merciless as he moved his tongue in and out of her center before taking her clit into his mouth.
"Oh, please!" Emma sobbed.
"You like that?"
"Yes, Clay, please!"
Emma felt her stomach tighten, just on the edge of orgasm before Clay suddenly removed his mouth from her. Emma let out a disappointed moan at the loss of contact.
"What's wrong, Em? Did you want to come?"
"Of course I did, Clay!" Emma motioned as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Not yet. I want to show you exactly what I can do to your body." With that, Clay ran his fingers down her stomach and entered two inside her without warning.
"Oh!"
Clay began moving his trigger finger and middle finger at an aggressive pace while his thumb was relentless against her clit. Emma moved her head back and forth.
"You want more?"
"Yes, please, Clay!" She gripped his shoulder with her right hand. He added his ring finger causing Emma to whimper as she stretched to accommodate his thick digits. "Clay, I'm gonna-" Before she was able to finish, he removed his hand from her leaving her on the precipice once again.
Clay removed his boxers and climbed on top of Emma as she wailed in displeasure at not being allowed to orgasm. Clay entered her without warning and Emma came with a squeal. Clay closed his eyes and groaned as he felt the rush of her release around his cock. Clay watched her eyes widen as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
"Who do you belong to?" Clay whispered into her ear.
"You, oh god, only you." Emma felt another orgasm rising inside her.
"Have you ever felt like this?" Clay asked as shifted position and he pulled her legs to his chest before entering her again.
"NO!" Emma let out as he hit her deeper then he ever had.
"No one has ever made you feel this way?"
"Just you." She panted, clutching his arms as she climbed higher.
"No one has made you come like this?"
"You're the only one." With that, Emma's head dropped back against the bed and she yelled as she came again when she felt him harden inside her.
"No one has ever made me feel like this either." Clay grunted out as he released inside her.
Once they both came down from their high, Clay pulled her to his chest and placed the cover of them.
"What was that?" Emma panted.
"What was what?"
"Clay, we've had sex multiple times this weekend. It has never been like that. What brought that on?"
"Nothing, I just wanted you." Clay tried to deflect the question but Emma gave him the same look Jason does when he wants the whole truth.
"How long were you with Brad?"
"What does my relationship with Brad have to do with this?"
"He made a comment about sleeping with you. And I kind of, lost it, I wanted to make you mine. I wanted to make you forget about Brad and any other guy that you ever-" Clay stopped abruptly when Emma began laughing. "Why are you laughing?"
"Clay, you remember when I said you were the only one?"
"Yeah."
"You are the only one. You are the only one."
"Wait, wait, wait. Are you telling me that I'm the only person you've ever had sex with?"
"Yes."
"No one else?"
"No one else. You couldn't tell?"
"Apparently not."
"Does it bother you? That you were the one who-"
"No! I mean when Brad said he slept with you all I wanted to do was punch him in the face. I mean, I know we are not in a relationship but-"
"I think we should talk about that."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're going back to Virginia Beach tomorrow. We said we would talk about what happened and we haven't yet."
"Do you want to be together?" Clay came straight out and asked her.
"I think the real question is, do you want to be together? Our relationship would be way more complicated for you then it would for me."
"I don't understand how. I'm not on Bravo anymore. Jason isn't my boss anymore."
"We both know that dad won't be happy doing intel for long. He'll be back in the field and back with Bravo eventually, and so will you. Especially if he has anything to say about it. And you'll always have a relationship with dad and my uncles because they're your brothers."
"True, but if you think that we can make a relationship work, then I think we can too. No matter what's thrown at us."
"You really want to be with me, Clay?" She traced swirling patterns over his chest. Clay captured Emma's hand, kissing it before gathering her closer to his chest.
"I do. This weekend has been the best thing that's happened to me since I joined Bravo."
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she gazed softly back at him.
"This weekend has been the best since before my mom died." She smiled softly, leaning into his touch.
As scared as either of them might be, Emma felt sure that whatever was between them was something special. She'd be a fool to waste that.
She took a deep breath before releasing it in a gust and giving a definitive nod. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay. You and me. Let's do this."
They both smiled widely before their lips met in a sweet kiss, excited for the new road ahead and what lies in their future. Together.