A/N May 4, 2019: If you currently are reading this story, note that all chapters have been updated. See author's note for chapter 1.

Chapter 27: Fantasy on the road

Two weeks later he was back in UK, in one piece. Now that the relationship was out of the closet, she could not bear waiting for him to join her and instead drove to Brize Norton to surprise him at the airport. As he did not expect her to be there, she saw him before he spotted her and as usual the sight of him made her heart race. He stood out among the others when he came striding confidently, a few inches taller than the average and even in the company of other soldiers more fit than most. He was still in uniform, with the bergen casually thrown over his shoulder as if it weighed close to nothing, despite that she knew for a fact that was not the case. His skin was even more tanned than when she last saw him and on his chin the shadow of a stubble, which she thought made him look shitting hot.. She felt that she wanted him more than ever and could hardly wait for them to be alone, but the plan was to drive directly to Manchester so right now they were up for many hours in the car. When he noticed her, his serious face was transformed by a huge smile and he dropped his bergen on the floor, crossed the waiting hall in her direction with giant leaps and, without caring about Spanner, Peanut or anyone else there, lifted her up and kissed her.

"Missed me?" he laughed.

"More than you can imagine."

"You must have since you came all the way here to pick up a soldier who hasn't even had a shower."

He raised his hand to ruffle his own hair and flashed another smile with teeth which looked incredibly white against the tanned skin.

"Shower or no shower, all I want is to be close to you and I couldn't wait. I promise I will let you have a shower before you meet my parents."

"I should hope so. I want to at least try to make a good impression on your mum even if she hates my guts for taking you away to London."

Georgie had rented a car as she still did not own one and she offered to drive as already had many hours of travel behind him. Back on British soil and off duty, he could admit that he actually was tired and gratefully accepted the offer. And for the first part of the three and a half hour drive he could not keep himself from falling asleep.

She loved having him beside her again and kept glancing at him as she was driving, so happy that this gorgeous man was hers and that he had returned safe and sound. When he woke up, they shifted between driving in companionable silence and talking about anything. He spoke of the few things he could from his tour without disclosing classified information, but mostly she told him of what had happened at home. When she ran out of things to tell they drove in silence again, just enjoying each other's company.

"Do you know, the first time I was alone with you in a car I was so nervous I didn't know what to do", he suddenly said. "I was aware of everything you did, every move, how close your leg was to mine… You seemed so relaxed and unaware and I was a total nerve wreck."

"Are you kidding me? I had no idea, when was this?"

On duty, they had not been alone in a car together many times. There was the time when he drove her back to the base in Nigeria but surely that was long before he felt anything for her.

"In Nigeria, when I drove you home from the night club."

"But then… I didn't mean anything to you then… I thought you thought I was a moron after I had blown up your covert op?"

"Maybe I did too, but I was hitting on you, wasn't I? And was cruelly rejected", he shook his head at the memory.

"I was sure you just wanted to get laid. With anyone, not me specifically – and you did bring home that nurse instead, so the rejection could not have been that hard on you. You're not seriously trying to tell me there was something more to it at that point?" she giggled.

He chewed his bottom lip, hesitated if he should tell her.

"I brought her home only so you wouldn't think I had been serious. I could have done without her company that night, and to be honest I was relieved when she passed out in my bed from being drunk, but I wanted you for real. I couldn't even understand it then. I was still mad at you for being so reckless and not obeying orders, but that evening when I saw you on the dance floor… I wanted you like nothing else and even though I denied it for long I think I have wanted you ever since. When I was forced to be your CO, I set up a set of rules for myself."

"Why?"

"Why? So, I wouldn't make a total arse of myself; so I wouldn't break Army regulations and be dishonourable discharged; so I wouldn't make you feel awkward for thinking your commander was pining for you."

"Were you really? Pining for me?"

She glanced at him, but he stared on the road and she realised that even now he was slightly embarrassed.

"Yes."

He was serious now and she realised it. She took his words in, reminisced all the moments that had passed between that evening in the car and the rainy hot night in Bangladesh. Seeing it all in a different light now, knowing he had wanted her all that time but never once let it shine through. Been professional, harsh, never come on to her in a way that either could have made her uncomfortable or made her desire him. Not until that night changed everything.

"But you were so hard and cold, scolded at me all the time, I thought I was your least favourite of everyone then…"

"Just trying my best to stay professional. Worked quite well until we were alone that night. Apparently, breaking the rule of not being alone with you was the undoing of me. I thought I was stronger but…" He cleared his throat for no specific reason other than that he now was embarrassed.

"Jack, you sure now how to keep surprising me", she giggled, and it did strange things to her insides to know he had secretly wanted her then, when he had seemed so unapproachable.

She stayed quiet for a while kept her eyes on the road but glanced at the man beside her every now and then and noticed he was staring at her with a smile, happy to be in her presence again.

"What would you have done if I had accepted your invitation that evening?" she then asked coyly, and it made him laugh.

"I was so fucking stupid then. I thought if I just slept with you once, I would be able to forget you after. Thought I would be able to put it behind me after a one-nighter."

"Yeah, I get that. But what would you have done, to me? I'm curious."

Now her tone was inviting rather than coy, and he cottoned on to that she was totally flirting with him.

"I would have seduced you Georgie Lane" he smirked.

"Tell me how, I want to hear what tricks I missed that time."

"Are you sure you can stay on the road then?"

"Try me."

"Okay... Dirty talk has never really been my thing" he sounded slightly insecure underneath his amusement. He could be so rough at times, curse and shout, but talking like this to a woman that he cared about was nothing he was used to, and he was blushing already before he got started.

"You don't have to be dirty. Just tell me what you would have done. If it is like you say you must have fantasised about it."

He had. Hundreds of times before it finally came true in Bangladesh and then at least as many times afterwards.

"I would have taken you with me to my room, just led you by the hand, asked if you wanted a glass of whiskey... but just one because I wouldn't have wanted you to be drunk. I probably would have downed one myself just to steady my nerves, being alone with you, close to you."

He raised his hand and caressed her bare forearm, made the hairs stand on end.

"Then I kiss you, softly first to feel that you want it and when you respond I kiss you harder, opening your mouth, so I can feel your tongue meeting mine. It is an amazing kiss, sends shivers down my spine especially when I notice you seem to enjoy it. You don't regret coming with me. You pull me to you, put your hands around my neck and we continue kissing. I have to kiss your neck, down on your bare shoulders. You have a white strap top on and when I touch your breast through the thin fabric I realise you're not wearing any bra because I can feel your nipples through it. That makes me so incredibly excited. I push the straps off your shoulders, continue kissing your neck, then move your arms up over your head so I can take the top off completely. I can barely breathe when I see you with naked upper body for the first time because you're so stunning. You're standing leaning towards the wall, your hair falling around your shoulders. I have watched it all night when you were dancing, but now I can touch it. I almost don't dare to touch you, but I do. Your skin is so warm and soft and first when I cup your breasts they are all soft, but when I stroke with the pad of my thumbs over your nipples they turn all rigid, standing out as if they want to be kissed. So, I bend down and close my lips around one of them. Your tits are so perfect, I think I could just stay kissing them, nibbling them for hours. I feel your fingers in my hair, holding me to you and I hear you moan so I know I'm doing something right. I let my hands graze over your belly, then kneel in front of you and unbutton your slacks, tug them down your hips and pull off. Then I caress the inside of your thighs, up to the lining of your knickers, touch you on the outside of your knickers."

Georgie felt herself getting increasingly aroused just by listening to Jack's words and his voice growing coarser as he spoke but was trying her best to focus on the road. Luckily it was straight with little traffic. Jack on the other hand held his eyes fixed on her face to see her reaction to his words as he got more relaxed telling the fantasy and, just like her, increasingly aroused.

Georgie had changed into civvies, a white blouse and midi length, A-line skirt skirt, before she picked up the car. As he continued talking he now did the same thing he was saying, placed his hand first on her knee, then stroke softly up the inside of her thighs under the skirt until he reached the lining of her knickers and then pressed lightly where she wanted it the most. He continued talking.

"Then I rub you there until I feel through the knickers that you're getting wet, and I keep kissing you all the time, your lips, neck, breasts... When you ask for more I remove your knickers and let first my fingers slip into you. I can feel then that you really want me, and I bring your hand to touch me on the outside of my combats, but you start unbuttoning them and then you slide your hand down my boxers... and I'm really hard by now."

He was, both in the story and for real. Georgie let out a muffled sound as he continued to touch her, still on the outside of the knickers but more insistently.

"Georgie, fuck it, stop the car somewhere! I can't stand this anymore, I want you. I need you", he demanded with thick voice.

If he had not asked her she would have anyway because she wanted him so much now that focusing on driving was not possible. She turned off from the main road into one that was winding into the woods and soon found a place to park which they thought was private enough.

When she stopped the car, he pushed back his seat as far as he could and hastily unbuttoned his own combats, pushed them and the boxers down in one swift move and she straddled him. Both laughed at the acrobatics required, but then became serious. This was not the time for niceties because the need was too big for them both. Whilst kissing each other hard, he hoisted her skirt up. He was too excited to bother taking of her knickers, just pulled them to the side and rubbed against her, feeling how slick she was. Now she took charge of the pace and teasingly first just let him enter with the rounded tip of his length. When he groaned complaining, she pushed harder against him, so he finally entered her, first partly, the all the way to the hilt. This time they were unable to pause to take that feeling in. Frantically, with the raw need built up during the time they had been apart, they moved together, kissing, touching, clasping, panting, with eyes locked all the time. He grabbed her hips to pull her closer to him, so he got even deeper into her and she tilted her head back, exposing her neck to his hot kisses and unable to restrain herself, let out a mewl.

"I can't hold back much longer" he groaned, almost amazed with himself that he had managed for this long when his whole body felt so immensely sexually triggered. It had always been amazing between them, but never this intense and sensual, it was like their bodies could not be close enough, the thrusts hard enough. The pace and intensity increased for a few short moments until they both climaxed. The crescendo was almost painful pleasure and they collapsed into each other's arms and burst into laughter because it had been so unbelievably intense. He pressed his lips to her collarbone and inhaled her, kept the pressure on her hips to still hold her tight. Wanted to keep her close after sharing this.

"That was a tad uncomfortable but so worth it! I should have rented a bigger car." She broke the tension.

"Oh Georgie, I think I should start telling you bedtime stories more often!"

"I would love that. We wouldn't get much sleep though" she giggled.

"Who cares?"

He took her face between his palms and with the passionate need now stilled, kissed her gently before they had to unfold themselves not to get completely stuck.

They soon continued driving down the small road with the purpose to find somewhere to turn but when they thought they saw a lake glimpse between the trees pulled over again. It was indeed a lake and as it was completely deserted, and as they could do with freshening up, they spontaneously left the car to go skinny dipping, splashing water on each other like kids and laughing. Then they lay naked on the grass, drying in the sun, talking and holding hands, feeling completely content with life. He rolled over to come on top of her, supporting himself with one hand on each side of her head not to weigh too heavy on her small body against the hard ground. He looked down on her with smiling eyes, reflecting the blue skies above them.

"When I met you Georgie I had never really been in love, but I love you. Love you to the moon...

"... and back, Jack. I love you too." she completed his sentence. They kissed softly again, and she could not remember if she ever had been so happy, felt as complete, as she did right in this moment. She felt him grow hard again from the touch of their bodies, the hardness pressing against her thigh, so she let her legs fall apart and splayed her hands over his buttocks to pull him closer and there in the bright sunshine, to the sound of chirping birds they became one again, but this time slow and gentle.

- OG -

After this lovely detour, they continued towards Manchester. When they arrived at Georgie's flat, both knackered stumbled into bed and fell fast asleep in each other's arms.

The following afternoon Georgie's parents were throwing a small garden party for the family, including any current boyfriends. Marie had been going out with her Tom for long, for Lulu there were still news on that topic every other week. Today she had chosen to come alone because she wanted to focus on getting to know Georgie's new man.

Georgie had noticed that Jack was a bit nervous on the way there and wondered what he would be like. It turned out he was the most charming version of himself, the one she previously only had seen when they were alone or with his family, and it hit her that likely this was how he was when he was being himself most. His brusquer demeanour was merely a façade. He managed to charm everyone, including her father who always had been sceptical to the good-looker Elvis' verbal charms. Georgie felt her heart swell with pride that he was here with her, for her, and winning over her family on his team despite being nervous.

"He is so dishy!" was Lulu's comment.

"I like him, he seems genuine" said Marie.

Her mum only managed an ecstatic "Oh Georgie!" while giving her a hug a moment alone in the kitchen.

And Max said, "He seems to really love you, so he must be a very sensible man."

Cheerfully, they strolled the streets back to her place in a good mood after the successful evening and a few glasses of wine.

"You survived" she said.

"Indeed and had a good time too. Did I pass, you think?"

"With flying colours."

They stopped and kissed at her stairs but where interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Don't answer that" she whispered in his ear.

"I have to check who it is."

He checked the display, his face turning serious.

"Sorry, love, I have to take this. Why don't you wait inside?"

She went inside, her happy mood swept away like a rug had been pulled away from under her feet. While waiting for him, she had a nagging feeling about what would happen and when he finally came in, closing the door behind him, his face was grim.

"I'm needed."