My dear little broccolis
So let's get back, and discover a short story that was written a long time ago. The chapters are short, but I know you will enjoy them a lot.
💚 Cadets 💚
Christian is what people call a problematic teenager. So his parents put him in a military school, specialised in reforming rebellious teenagers. He's been here for two years, and things are going fine ... Until the day, a new cadet arrives.
‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️
‼️Lemons/Cuteness/Language/Humour/Family‼️
‼️CG+AS/Jack/The Steeles‼️
Chapter 8: Sickness (3.3K)
Christian's PoV
It's been two days since Jack finally admitted to me that he was gay, and I think that we're good, now. He didn't even talk back about finding me in his sister's bed, which is very fine to me. I mean, I don't want to linger more than necessary about my interactions with Ana. Especially with Jack.
Though I don't really have to worry about it, lately. She's been sick ever since that awkward morning, and so she's been dying in her room, fighting that nasty bug. Jack says that if a bug managed to get through Ana's defenses, it must be something really awful because she never gets sick. I just think that she was exhausted and that whatever illness got her used the opportunity.
I mean, I know how she likes to appear tough and all in front of us cadets, but I also see how she seems so tired sometimes during our graveyard shifts. Especially when we have sex. Last time, she just rolled on the side and went straight to sleep. What happened to that urban legend saying that girls have a renewal of energy after their climax?
So now, she's incubating in her room, and we're having a simulation of war. Jack and I each have a team of eleven. Well, I have eleven, and he has ten because we're short of a cadet (his sister being sick to death), and we have to eliminate every single man of the other team. Jack and I know that this is going to be some personal vendetta because we both are very good at shooting in the sniper position. So, we both know that we'll try to take down the other like that since last time couldn't differentiate us.
We both go our ways, the Major telling us that he has eyes on each team; and before leading my team to the disaffected area the Major assigned us, I see him leaning to whisper something in his son's ear. Something that makes Jack grin like victory is his. Talk about being fair, Steele.
I direct my team, saving Jason as my last weapon because he's the fastest shooter, and I dispatch them on different levels, before settling on the roof. I tell Jason that I'll keep in touch with him every five minutes and that if he doesn't hear from me, he has to come to the roof to make sure I'm still 'alive'. Because when we're hit with a bullet of paintball, we have to play dead for real.
As I make myself comfortable on the rooftop and start looking for Jack through the viewfinder, he tells me through the transmitter: "Hope you're ready to get your ass wiped, Grey."
"It's not because your Daddy is the Major that I'll go easy on you, Steele," I reply.
Only Jack and I can community through channel 2, and the rest of my team connects with me through channel 1. And talking about them, José rogers me that there are suspicious activities on the ground floor. I tell him to investigate it with Elliott and Mark, but before they can indicate to me that they heard my order just fine, I hear three distinct gunshots.
I call for José and my two other men, but they're not answering anymore, making me curse under my breath. I look back through the viewfinder and finally see where Jack is. He is on the field, hidden by our training equipment. And I can count at least eight men with him. Did he actually send three men on a suicide mission? That's cheeky.
I try to find a good angle to shoot him in the head, but he's really well hidden. I could shoot one of his men. But that means revealing that I know where they are and having them retreat in no time. So I keep my eye on them, ready to send four men there, but then I hear two other gunshots. Meaning that I am five men short now.
"Everything okay, Grey?" Jack teases me over the transmitter, and I internally curse at him.
"Who did you send?" I ask him because I'm curious to know who's fast enough to prevent my men from even trying to shoot back. I have the fastest shooter, Jason. No one is faster than Jason, and Jack knows it. That's why he was so annoyed when I picked Jason on my team.
"I tell you what. You tell me where you are, and I tell you who's decimating your men," Jack bargains and three more shots echo, swiftly followed by a fourth one. Did Jason betray me? That's possible. We are in a simulation of war after all.
With a small sigh, I steady my heartbeat and aim for the first person in Jack's team that I can shoot. I can't let him kill my entire team without killing at least one person.
"Open your eyes, Steele," I tell him, and I shoot Julian.
As fast as I can, I reset my riffle as they start to run away from my reach, and I shoot another of his soldier as I hear the ninth gunshot indicating that Jason killed everyone. I know he's coming for me, but the door leading to the roof is rusty, I'll hear him coming. So meanwhile, I aim and shoot yet another of Jack's men. If only he would stop playing hide and seek so I could shoot his head and prove to him that I'm better than him.
"You're kind of very hot in that position," Ana's voice suddenly says behind me as I aim for a fourth man, and my surprise is so big that I miss my shot.
I turn to stare in disbelief at her, and see that she's sitting on the edge of the roof as I reply with cockiness: "I'm hot in all kinds of positions."
Then I let my eyes wander over her body, and it's obvious that she's still sick. I mean, her eyes are glassy, her nose is a little red and she looks feverish. She's wearing a black hoodie with military trousers, her hands mindlessly shoved in her pockets, and so I ask her about her presence here:
"Aren't you supposed to be dying in your room?"
"I got bored," She says with a shrug, and then she jumps out off the edge of the roof. I should really get back on my mission. But she kind of pulled my thoughts away from there. I guess I know why women weren't allowed in the art of war before. They're such an easy and tempting distraction. With deliberate slowness, Ana closes the gap between us, and she tells me: "And then, I remembered that you knew how to bring the fun."
"Ana. We're in the middle of a simulation," I try to reason with her because I should really keep in mind that Jason can come in at any second to cowardly kill me like he killed the rest of our team. Ana pouts a little me, and then she pleads:
"Just one kiss so I can feel better."
I'm about to refuse that to her because this isn't part of our deal, but my body still ends up leaning in to kiss her lips. Because I'm such a guy and I can't refuse a kiss to a pretty girl. Especially when she asks so nicely. Especially when she asks with her voice broken by illness and that turns me on more than I excepted. So I kiss her.
As I keep on kissing her, my hands fall on her smaller back, and I feel something that should definitely not be there. I stop our kiss but don't break it as I can feel her lips spread into a smirk. I'm about to question her, but in lightning speed, she pulls her gun out of her trousers and presses it against my temple.
"I killed all your team. Don't make me kill you too," She tells me with a warning tone, and I can't believe I fell for such an obvious trap. I should have known. Why else would she have been out of bed? Just to see me? That doesn't sound like Ana. And that smirk Jack had when his father told him something. It was because he knew that his sister was joining the party.
Really, I should have known it was her. She's the only one faster than Jason. And Jack had been way too cheerful about this mission. I just should have known. But I was just expecting that she was too sick to get up. She looks really sick, but it seems that she's doing her best to deny it. Like the way she just repressed her sneeze.
"You're such a …" I start, but she interrupts me by knowingly saying:
"I know."
"Shoot me. Because there's no way I'll surrender," I let her know, and oddly, that makes her smile before she represses another sneeze.
"That's why I like you," She says her small smile still on her lips as she is tilting her head to the side.
But before my brain can analyse what she just said, she knees my stomach and pulls the trigger to my head. And it hurts! Like a bitch! Fuck! I growl, falling on the floor and grabbing my aching and destroyed head, and she walks to me to take my transmitter so she can say through it: "Team Red, down. I repeat, Team Red down."
"Are you sure Ana? I only counted ten shots," Jack's voice echoes, and that reminds me that Jason is still not down. Which means that he can still kill that little vixen.
"I just neutralised their stupid captain," Ana replies, smirking in my direction, and I keep quiet because I know that if there is anyone who can take her, it's Jason. "As for Jason, just a sec…"
Her smirk grows even wider, and I know that my effect of surprise is dead. She silently walks to the door, and she opens it. Jason stands surprised for a second, the second too much. Without hesitation, she aims at his head and shoots him between the eyes.
"So yeah, eleven shots. I can't believe I got out of bed for that child's play," She whines over the transmitter, and Jack chuckles as she sneezes for good.
She makes a move with her head so we can all regroup at the school, and looks in her pockets for a tissue as Jason mutters to me: "She's freaking nuts. She's the one who killed the entire team."
"Don't be impressed, Jason. She sneakily made herself into the game," I say, loud enough to be sure that she heard me. And she did if the way she snickers behind her hand is any indication. As she opens the door of the school building, she grins at me:
"That's war, baby. Expect the unexpected."
"War isn't all about guns. I'm sure that you wouldn't have passed the first guy if we had played without weapons," I challenge her, though I know I should shut up. I saw her tackle, Jack. I saw her carry José in the mud. I know that she's been trained all her life as a soldier, but I have a big mouth and a bigger ego.
Ana stops walking to stare at me, and we both know that I started something that I can't back down from.
"Babe. I am a weapon. If you don't believe me, take me …" She tells me, and though many people are now around us, I'm the only one who hears the double meaning of her words. Which is really dangerous when you know that her father is now standing not so far away from us.
I don't reply anything, because I don't really want to fight her. For three reasons. I've been raised to never raise a hand against the opposite sex. I've been raised to never raise a hand against a sick person. And fighting against Ana under her overprotective father seems like a very bad idea. Ana raises her eyebrows at me and snickers:
"That's what I thought. All in the words, but nothing in action."
She's starting to walk away when the Major interrupts her: "Never turn your back on your enemy. And never let your enemy think that he's stronger than you."
Great. I know that sentence. I know it all so well. He's going to make us fight. And apparently, she knows it too because she's disarming herself. And it's like she has a whole arsenal know herself. Three guns, five knives, one machete, a pistol, six grenades, and countless munitions. Where did she hide those in that small body without any bags?!
I look at her, all too aware of all the eyes staring at us and forming a circle around us, and she looks down at her nails. Then she removes her hoodie, and when I glance in the direction of the male Steeles now standing one next to the other, it looks like they're about to lose their eyes out of their sockets. Yup, the Major didn't think that she'd only be wearing her sports bra.
Many boys awkwardly shift themselves, doing their best to not stare at her, and I can't help but feel like they're comparing her to a piece of Kobe beef. I swallow my instincts to yell at them to look elsewhere and focus my gaze on her blue ocean eyes.
"So? What are you waiting for? An invitation?" She impatiently snaps at me, and I curse myself.
Why did I open my big mouth? Because now, if I don't beat her to the ground, no one will ever let me forget that. Maybe I should pretend to be sick as well. You know, due to the closeness of that walking germ incubator that she is.
"Argh. For Christ's sake!" She growls before launching herself in my direction.
I get ready to intercept her, but at the last moment when I'm supposed to have my arms around her, she rolls on the floor and finds herself behind me. Then, she kicks in my kneecaps, and in a second I'm on my knees with her on my back.
"Surrender?" She whispers in my ear, and I can tell just by the tone of her voice that she is smirking.
I smirk back and let myself fall on my back so I fall on her. She huffs when her back touches the floor, and I swiftly turn to secure her hands against the floor. I appreciate victory, but Ana cuts that short as she scissors my waist with her legs and squeezes hard, her knee putting pressure on my sides that makes me release the hold I have on her. Then she delicately takes my head in her hands, and she headbutts me.
Slightly knocked out, I blink, and before I can register it, she's on top of me, making me immediately think of another situation when we ended up like that. But before I can think of anything else, she sneezes, bringing her hands to her face; and the Major sends her to her room.
She poorly gets up, still promising me with her very broken voice: "I'm not done with you, Grey. Just wait until I get better."
.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.
I'm in front of Ana's door, and after pacing in front of it several times, I gather my courage and knock on it. It's the middle of the night, and it's been a week since she's been to class. I guess it was a very nasty bug. Or that she shouldn't have gotten out of bed to play that simulation. Especially since all she did was humiliate me.
"Christian? What are you doing here?" She asks, her brows furrowed with surprise. This is the first time that I actually come to her room out of the blue. I usually just accompany her after our shifts and happens what must happen. But now, I am taking the first step of coming to her just for the sake of it.
I don't say anything, and kiss her, making her stumble backwards in her room, and once we're fully in it, I close the door with my foot. My hands wander in her body, tugging on her too encumbering shirt, and once they're out of the way, I make her jump in my arms and I walk to her bed.
She tries to make us roll, but I don't let her. I steady her arms above her head, and lock them in one of my hands, nibbling her ear and making her moan to me. I really missed that sound. I like it so much when she's so receptive to what I do to her. As I let go of her hands to take care of her body, she tries to take back control, and so I growl with annoyance. I quickly glance around, and when I spot her trousers, I smirk and take her belt so I can tie her to her bed.
"Christian?" She asks, and I resume kissing her as I reassure her:
"Just follow my lead."
I can't believe I'm being so pushy when I first came to end things with her. The thing is, I don't like how often I thought of her this week. I don't like that I missed her rebellious presence in class. I don't like that I wanted to come to her bedrest and hum her lullabies to sleep. And mostly, I don't like what she turned Ethan into. He's mopping all over the place, and I'm afraid that she will do that to me when she'll get bored with me.
And still, here I am, dominating her, and ripping her panties apart so I can burry myself in her. And she's begging me to do so. She is so fucking wet around my fingers, and she's literally trashing beneath me.
I lean to her ear, and tell her: "If you don't ask for it, I won't give into you."
"Like you need an invitation. Fuck me, already!" She retorts, and I gladly comply.
After swiftly rolling it on, I plunge into her, my hands on her mouth to muffle her scream, and I relish watching her face tense with pleasure. The more I thrust, the more she asks. Slowly, my hand falls from her mouth to her neck, and I squeeze a little, earning a grunt of approval. As I increase the pace, she begs me to go on.
Her voice breaks at some point, and I play with her nipples, sure that she's about to finish. And she does when my pelvic bone endlessly touches her clit. As I try to find my release too, Ana convulses beneath me, and when we're both finished, I take her in my arms so we can fall asleep.
.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.
Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed
What did you think of that ending, and that step Christian made into their relationship? Especially when he came to end things? What did you think of that little simulation, and Ana kicking ass, even though she was sick? Well, let me know what you think.
‼️ Anyway, EL James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, everything else is mine ‼️
Love, Mina 💚💚💚