A.N. :D :D Thanks for the reviews guys! Glad to see a sexy scene brings out the reviewer in most of us ;) Anyways, I'm not sure if I like this chapter all that much- it's a bit of a filler but I left a bit of a treat at the end so I hope all you guys will be excited for next chapter :)

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That night I fell asleep with the feeling of her heart beating it's rhythm against my back.

I knew I had screwed up when in the morning I woke up to shouts of reveille and a cold sleeping bag. I pulled myself from the warmth that still held her smell, pulled my boots and webbing on and trudged down to HQ. I wasn't sure if it was good or bad that I was getting used to these early wake ups. When I got there I scanned for a flash of red, for her big brown eyes jumping away from my own but I saw nothing and felt only disappointment as I lined up next to my Corporal.

"Fitch!" they called out and I couldn't stop my eyes from scanning all the heads one more time.

"She's on piquet, sir," a kid called out and I breathed a sigh of relief. I still knew I had screwed up but maybe it wasn't as bad as I had thought.

I was on edge for the whole of roll call, my head whipping up if I heard anyone approaching and slowly lowering down when I saw it wasn't my red-head. After that my thought started to go crazy. I had every single detail of last night etched in my eyelids so that every time I closed my eyes there was nothing I could do but watch over and over again what she did to me and what I put her through it return.

I snapped sharply at a kid who ran into me and dragged me out of a deliciously dirty thought that left me more awake than ever and humming for Emily's touch. A touch that she had been so liberal with last night but now I wondered if I would ever feel her soft fingers tracing her name deeper and deeper into my skin until I thought I would never be able to feel anyone's touch but hers again or if I would have to live a life with people touching me but knowing that they could never really feel me like she did last night in our hootchie. Christ, feel me. My mind slipped further into the gutter and I let my thoughts race to a place where I didn't open my fat mouth and Emily was able to take her touches down to-

"Watch where you're going!" some meat-head yelled at me, pushing past where I have stopped in the middle of the path...whoops. I shook my head angrily; these thoughts about Emily were getting out of control. I needed to calm my brain down a bit. And my body, I thought as another wave of lust hit me as my mind once again flicked back to what happened in the hootchie last night. I closed my eyes to chase away the images but all I saw was red.


I saw her throughout the day, the whole company sticking around HQ but she was always hurrying someone or surrounded by a group of cadets barely taller than her and all talking. I tried to catch her gaze so many times, tried to get her to look at me even if she wasn't going to talk to me but she didn't budge. I knew I had screwed up when I couldn't get the words to come out but if she looked at me then she at least might be able to see how much I was sorry, how much I needed her. Jesus I had to stop thinking about her, it was really doing my head in.

We were eating when I felt her gaze. I don't know why or how but I could feel it creep up my spine and send a burning all through my body that was a pale imitation of what she had made me feel last night. I let her go for a few seconds before I swung around sharply, finding her wide-eyes gaze straight away , loose fiery hair floating around her face and making it really hard for me to keep the stone cold look on my face. If she was going to avoid me then I wasn't going give her anything...even though the word vomit last night may have been my fault I still deserved the right to explain myself.

I tore my eyes away from hers, my brain thinking up a truly evil thing almost immediately. No, I thought angrily to myself. You can't do that to Emily, but as I met her dark glare once more I found myself thinking. I wouldn't actually do anything bad, just make her realise that if she didn't come up and try and talk to me I wouldn't be around forever. There was nothing wrong with making her realise that she wanted me was there?

I hoped not because I needed her to want me as much as I wanted her.

"Corporal?" I asked, leaning in a little closer than I would have done normally. "I'm a little rusty on field signals and I was wondering if you could remind me."

I had never flirted so obviously and I felt rather stupid doing so but desperate times called for desperate measures and Emily was making me want her desperately. So I smiled coyly as he started to prattle on about open and extended file while really focussing on the strange heat that was travelling up my spine and making my heart beat oddly against my chest. I tuned back into what he was saying, confused but not totally surprised to find him talking, not about field signals but about his many achievements in swimming and how it was weird that he was stronger than everyone in his class.

Damnit, I knew I usually didn't flirt with cadet guys for a reason. I turned my head to catch the furious gaze of Emily Fitch and my smirk flared briefly before I turned around, finally glad to get a response from her even if it wasn't quite what I was looking for.

"So how many hours do you spend at the gym again?"


To say the atmosphere in the hootchie was tense would be the understatement of the year. I had noticed with a slight sinking feeling that by the time I was ready to climb into bed Emily was already in her sleeping bag, tightly done up and facing away from me making it very clear that we would not be sharing the same space that night. I tried to convince myself that I didn't care that much but when I heard the faintest sob from beside me I nearly threw away all semblance of calculated, cool Campbell and gathered my Emily up into a hug. It was only my stupid pride and my cold heart that stopped me and instead of comforting her I wriggled into my cold sleeping bag, the space feeling much too large for my body and blocked my ears, unable to relax when I could hear her that close to me, when I could feel her that close to me.

I nearly refused to get up the next morning having looked at the clock and seeing a truly horrible number on it.

05:00 blinked back at me in red glowing numbers and it was only the quiet rustling from behind me indicating that Emily was up that made me unzip my sleeping bag, cursing as the cold seeped in, and facing the day ahead. With the captivating red-head not talking to me it made it seem like today would last forever.

I followed Emily down to reveille, my eyes staying fixed at where she placed each boot because if I being honest with myself I wasn't game enough to look at her hair. It was the first thing that had caught my eye and every time I caught a flash of it I couldn't help but remember it brushing against my chest, darker strands sticking to her face and...shit. There I was thinking about that night again.

With my eyes stuck firmly on the ground I didn't see her turn her head slightly as she was walking the familiar path to watch me but I felt it and cursed the way my body responded. Emily Fitch was setting fire to me from the inside out and I couldn't do anything but watch the curious glint in her eyes as she did.

"Quickly through the role today guys, we need to be on the buses as soon as possible," Sir called out to the whole company, a hundred or so tired faces staring back him. "We don't want to keep the guys at the shooting range waiting now."

Emily Fitch. Firing a rifle. The flame inside me went up with a whoosh and I felt a slow sultry smile appear on my face. Maybe today wouldn't be so long after all.


Okay, now I know how much you guys are seeming to like the whole army thing so let's just say that I'm thinking you're going to like little fiery Emily in control of a preeeeetty rifle ;) Drop us a review and I'll try to make sure that the next chapter is up as soon as possible!