Brandon

I was walking back after leaving David back at the range. He wanted to be a cop? I guess that makes sense now that I think about it. The guy can't get enough action. Well, I hope it works out for him.

As I was rounding the side of the Kill House, I looked up from the ground to see a woman with burgundy hair, stomping on the hatch that reveals the ramp to the underground shop. "Open up, KATE! I know you're down there!"

I smiled. "You know, I don't think we ever got your voice registered on KATE's guest list."

Dasha stopped stomping and looked up at me. "Hey."

"Hey," I replied. "I would've picked you up from the airport."

"I wanted to surprise you." She was smiling at me with those emerald eyes. She had let her hair grow out again. Now it was just brushing her shoulders. She was wearing tight, dark blue jeans and a light blue, semi-low cut shirt. Not slutty, but still fueled my attraction towards her. That smile was melting my heart.

"Well, I'm surprised," I told her as I started walking towards her. "I can't thank you enough for coming out here."

"No, it's alright. Sorry I didn't come sooner." She started walking towards me too.

"No, it's not your fault. I was kinda greedy in asking you to drop everything and come." I looked down at the ground. I had been thinking about that for the last couple of weeks and felt guilty about it.

She was standing right in front of me, real close. "If there's one thing that Fyoder taught me is to not do anything I don't want to. So I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to. You're a great guy, Brandon, and I want to give you a shot," she explained.

"You know, I'd love to start something with you, Dasha, but I don't want to hear about that guy anymore," I told her. "I mean, I sympathize with that whole situation, but. . . it just makes me think that you still have feelings for him."

"He's dead, Brandon. I don't have any feelings for him. But if that's your wish, I will try. OK? I will do that for you," she assured me.

"OK," I replied. I was still looking at the ground but she had her arms resting on my shoulders and her forehead resting against mine.

"But you have to do something for me first."

I lifted my head and looked at her, eyebrow cocked. "Uhhh. . ."

"Just help me get settled in the Demeter cabin, Smart One," she said with a smirk. "After that, we will go see how Big Luke is doing. OK?"

"OK, but Brittany is in there with him so you need to promise not to start anything with her," I told her.

She kind of twisted her lips and looked up like she was pondering the idea. "Alright, but I'm going to finish it if she tries to fight me."

"I doubt she would, but alright."

She closed her eyes and kissed me, a little longer than briefly, but I still wanted more. Then she gleamed at me when she pulled away. "Come on. Let's go to my cabin."

"I'll help you with your bags." She only had a suit case and a backpack. The backpack was a pretty typical military style bag that was a pretty standard design among all the NATO forces. It was tan in color and I picked it up and slung it onto my back. Dasha took the suit case and we headed for the cabins.

We just kind of made small talk. I told her all about the battle in Manhattan. Her grip on my hand got tighter when I got to the part where I thought I was going to die outside the Empire State building, I suppose she was worried about me. She told me about what it was like to be stationed near the Spanish embassy in Switzerland. I guess she sort of liked it out there. It seemed like a pretty sweet gig.

When we finally made it to the Demeter cabin, Dasha opened the door and found nobody inside. Made sense. It was the middle of the day, everyone was out at their classes. We went over to the female section of the cabin and tried to find a bed that didn't look like it was being used. We found one close to the back wall where she slid her bags under the bunk. I kinda leaned up against the top bunk as she sat down on the mattress.

She ran her hands over the comforter. "I've forgotten how comfortable these mattresses are."

"What? Here at camp?"

"No. In your country. The ones we had in Switzerland weren't nearly as comfortable as these," she looked up at me with a big smile on her face. Then she leaned back on her hands as she pushed her shoes off her feet. "I suppose that's just one more perk to moving to the states."

"Does that mean you're thinking about staying here?" I asked her, subtly trying to look her up and down.

"Well, Pookey, we can't have a relationship if we're on opposite sides of the Atlantic, now can we?" she asked as she smirked and flipped her hair out of her face.

I reached down as she was talking and untied my shoes. Then I kicked them off once my knee hit the spot on the mattress between her legs. "I suppose so, but. . . Pookey? That's my new nickname? What do I call you? Babushka?"

She draped her hands on the back of my head as she giggled. "Do you even know what that means?"

"What? Isn't it like 'Baby' or something like that?" I asked as we leaned back onto the bunk.

She giggled again and answered, "No! It means 'old lady' or 'grandmother'. I'm only eighteen, Brandon."

"Well, your hair does look like it's thinning a bit," I joked as I brushed her bangs behind her ear.

She knocked my hand away with a giggle."Stop it. Is not!"

I just smiled at her before closing my eyes and pressing my lips to hers again. Steadily, the kiss got deeper. Our tongues twisted and tangoed. She bit my lip and I bit hers. I slid my hand up from her hip, under her shirt against her skin on her waste. Her left hand was grabbing and pulling on my hair and her right was tugging on the collar of my shirt, like she couldn't get any closer to me.

Dasha pulled away briefly. "Take your shirt off."

She didn't even let me respond before lifting up on the bottom of my shirt and wrapping it over my head. We pulled it off and dropped it off the side of the bed. I'm an athlete so, I did have a set of abs on me. Dasha didn't seem upset – at all – about it. She was exploring with her hands all over them and my chest. Her mouth hung open as her forehead rested against mine.

"Like what you see?" I asked.

She sort of shrugged. "A little scrawny, but it will do."

She laughed when I rolled my eyes. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to lift it up. "Well, let's see what you have to offer."

(Author's Note: So, I had to pull all the juicy parts of this chapter out. Sorry, everybody. I guess they're cracking down on sexually explicit stuff, even if it has a M rating. But rules are rules, and I have to follow them. . . if I have to. Though, you kinda have to wonder if they ever get off on reading explicit material when they're going around and reporting stuff. I guess we can only imagine or assume.)
The next thirty or forty minutes with Dasha was some of the best time I had every spent with her so far, and I couldn't wait for more.

"You're probably going to wash that pillow before you use it again," I suggested.

"Eh, I will just sneak over to the Athena cabin and sleep with you," she countered. "You will let me in, right?"

"Ha ha ha! Yeah, of course!" I responded. "How was it?"

She rolled over a little bit and looked me in the eyes. "It was amazing, Brandon." then she kissed me for a good amount of time.

"You know, I bet the rest of them are wondering where we are. I'd hate to have a search party find us like this," I told her.

She smiled. "Mmmm, you don't want to go for round two?"

"Ha ha. Of course, I would! You liked it that much?"

She nodded. "And I like you that much." then she gave me another peck on the lips.

"Mmmmm, me too," I almost told her I loved her, but I didn't want to ruin any of this and I wasn't even sure if that's the way I feel just yet. Thankfully, my brain filtered that out. We just stared into each others' eyes for another moment.

"You are right, though, about the search party thing. We should get going."

I pulled her face to mine and gave her another good, long kiss. Then I pulled away. "Alright."