BDP24
We were back in the shower, filled with a sense of urgency. There was no time for any fun; our window of opportunity was closing. If we didn't get a move on, we would not beat the other members of his unit back to base. If we weren't the first to return, they would start wondering about the lost time. It would raise questions we did not need asked.
Not that I wasn't tempted. There's something about watching the water bead and slide over his toned flesh that is very distracting. I don't think I could have resisted if he had made an overture, but Ian was taking his cues from me. I had said we had to hurry, so he was.
I put back on the sweats I had borrowed; the silk dress would have stuck in the M.P.'s mind. Besides, it wasn't dry yet anyway. I pulled Ian's clothes out of the dryer and after a moment's debate, decided to just take the stained sweat pants with me. Weis might think it odd if he opened his washer and saw a single pair of sweats. I threw it over my right arm, the left one already occupied with my red dress, and waited for Ian to put his B.D.U.'s back on.
Once he was dressed, I opened the apartment door as quietly as I could, and headed down the hall. Ian walked beside me, carrying the roll of paper towels, Windex, and the trash bag. Since it was his mess, he could clean it up.
The smell of regurgitated alcohol is in a class all it's own. I could smell it as soon as we exited the apartment building. When I glanced over, I could see Ian's nose wrinkling up in disgust. I was glad I had left the window down, because fermenting vomit is in yet another class, a class I never wanted to come near again.
Ian started cleaning without a word of complaint, which went far to earn back the kudo points he'd lost for hurling in the first place. I was content to stand downwind as much as I could and supervise, which he also took with good grace.
He was surprisingly adept, and within a much shorter time span than I would have anticipated, the vehicle was clean. Ian took the trash bag to the dumpster while I tossed the Windex in the back seat. I was not going to go back into the apartment if I could help it. I was pushing my luck to its limits already.
We had a fifteen-minute drive back to Base from here, which I could cut down to ten with the way I drove. I dropped into my seat and strapped in. Ian did so, but more slowly. As I reached to put the keys in the ignition, his hand closed over mine.
"What happens now, Moira?" Ian sounded a little lost.
"We haul our asses back and hope we don't get caught. After that, it's up to you. I know this is all new to you. I do not want to pressure you, or have you think I've taken advantage of you. Unfortunately, any progression into a relationship will have to be done quietly. I would be kicked off the project, and probably court-martialed. I don't know what would happen to you, maybe court-martial, maybe just a discharge. Maybe we'll both end up breaking rocks at Leavenworth or Hood." I turned slightly in the seat to give him my full attention.
"I understand. I would like there to be more, and I am very good at quiet. Better than you, I've noticed." Ian smiled at me, his eyes gleaming with the memory.
"That's right, rub it in." I rolled my eyes. I had a feeling I was going to be hearing about that one for a while.
"My pleasure." Ian purred.
A double entendre? My, we were learning fast, weren't we? I smacked him lightly on the arm to show my 'appreciation' of his wit, "As long as you understand the limitations that puts on us, and can live with them, I am willing."
We stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, on some levels we had already gone beyond the need for words. What I saw there reassured me. He did understand quite clearly, and was willing to work around the giant obstacles barring us from having a normal relationship.
We were back in the shower, filled with a sense of urgency. There was no time for any fun; our window of opportunity was closing. If we didn't get a move on, we would not beat the other members of his unit back to base. If we weren't the first to return, they would start wondering about the lost time. It would raise questions we did not need asked.
Not that I wasn't tempted. There's something about watching the water bead and slide over his toned flesh that is very distracting. I don't think I could have resisted if he had made an overture, but Ian was taking his cues from me. I had said we had to hurry, so he was.
I put back on the sweats I had borrowed; the silk dress would have stuck in the M.P.'s mind. Besides, it wasn't dry yet anyway. I pulled Ian's clothes out of the dryer and after a moment's debate, decided to just take the stained sweat pants with me. Weis might think it odd if he opened his washer and saw a single pair of sweats. I threw it over my right arm, the left one already occupied with my red dress, and waited for Ian to put his B.D.U.'s back on.
Once he was dressed, I opened the apartment door as quietly as I could, and headed down the hall. Ian walked beside me, carrying the roll of paper towels, Windex, and the trash bag. Since it was his mess, he could clean it up.
The smell of regurgitated alcohol is in a class all it's own. I could smell it as soon as we exited the apartment building. When I glanced over, I could see Ian's nose wrinkling up in disgust. I was glad I had left the window down, because fermenting vomit is in yet another class, a class I never wanted to come near again.
Ian started cleaning without a word of complaint, which went far to earn back the kudo points he'd lost for hurling in the first place. I was content to stand downwind as much as I could and supervise, which he also took with good grace.
He was surprisingly adept, and within a much shorter time span than I would have anticipated, the vehicle was clean. Ian took the trash bag to the dumpster while I tossed the Windex in the back seat. I was not going to go back into the apartment if I could help it. I was pushing my luck to its limits already.
We had a fifteen-minute drive back to Base from here, which I could cut down to ten with the way I drove. I dropped into my seat and strapped in. Ian did so, but more slowly. As I reached to put the keys in the ignition, his hand closed over mine.
"What happens now, Moira?" Ian sounded a little lost.
"We haul our asses back and hope we don't get caught. After that, it's up to you. I know this is all new to you. I do not want to pressure you, or have you think I've taken advantage of you. Unfortunately, any progression into a relationship will have to be done quietly. I would be kicked off the project, and probably court-martialed. I don't know what would happen to you, maybe court-martial, maybe just a discharge. Maybe we'll both end up breaking rocks at Leavenworth or Hood." I turned slightly in the seat to give him my full attention.
"I understand. I would like there to be more, and I am very good at quiet. Better than you, I've noticed." Ian smiled at me, his eyes gleaming with the memory.
"That's right, rub it in." I rolled my eyes. I had a feeling I was going to be hearing about that one for a while.
"My pleasure." Ian purred.
A double entendre? My, we were learning fast, weren't we? I smacked him lightly on the arm to show my 'appreciation' of his wit, "As long as you understand the limitations that puts on us, and can live with them, I am willing."
We stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, on some levels we had already gone beyond the need for words. What I saw there reassured me. He did understand quite clearly, and was willing to work around the giant obstacles barring us from having a normal relationship.