Update number sevennnnnnnn! Are you bored yet? I've written the word Soap so many times that I'm not sure I even know what it means, anymore! Enjoy! xxx

Lola's request to get absolutely wrecked happened much sooner than Soap thought it would. The VIP booth which she had sweet talked them into getting had come with ten large bottles of grey goose vodka which the group of twenty had polished off less than two hours. Of course, the groups of girls that Wallcroft and the other lads had invited into their domain had helped with the consumption, but still, when Soap had risen from his spot on the plush velvet bench which overlooked the whole club, he had been surprised to find that his head was swimming. He sat back down quickly and vowed not to get up again unless it was completely necessary. He also poured himself a large glass of water which he chugged in one go.

He had never been the type to go out to clubs. His hometown, Braemar, one of the sleepiest little villages in the whole of Scotland hadn't really provided him with the wildest of upbringings. It was the kind of place where everybody knew one another and the main hub and activity in the town revolved around one pub. Not that he was complaining. Braemar was located at the base of the CairnGorm mountain and had provided Soap with the perfect place to train and build up his endurance before he had entered the para's. He had loved his upbringing, but he still couldn't help but feel like a wide eyed yokel when he went out to large clubs like KoKo.

The club itself was built into an old warehouse and lay across two levels. The ground floor was completely open plan, with a dance floor populating the entire floor space and a bar that ran around the perimeter on three sides with the one remaining wall being dominated by a huge sound system and the club's DJ. It was all mood lighting and deep, thundering beats that had the people in the middle of the dance floor gyrating against one another. It looked like the kind of thing that you'd see in a music video. Everybody was beautiful and if the atmosphere of the room could speak, it would be whispering dirty, filthy words into your ear. The second floor was comprised of a mezzanine level on which the five VIP booths sat. Each had a private staircase which was guarded by a burly member of security. The booth next to theirs was inhabited by six very young, very wealthy Chelsea footballers who were letting their hair down after winning the premiership. Soap watched as girl after girl tried to sweet talk their way up the stairs to the footballers. Occasionally one or two would find themselves granted access after a quick once over from the guard who had clearly been instructed to let only the most beautiful slip past him. Wallcroft and the rest of the lads had employed a similar tactic and had singled out some of the most fantastic looking girls that Soap had ever seen in the flesh.

But, they weren't her.

He looked at her now, watching as she leant across the top of their booth to talk to one of the footballers. Soap recognised the soft, dreamy look in the young lad's eyes. She was dazzling him and the poor idiot was letting himself get swept away by her. Soap stayed in his seat. She didn't need rescuing, he reminded himself. She was perfectly capable of holding her own. The rest of the lads were busy whispering to the girls sat on their laps. Wallcroft had been passionately kissing a pretty brunette for the past hour pausing only to take more shots, or grin at Soap with a daft expression on his face.

Soap turned away from the group to watch the throng of sweaty bodies on the dance floor. He had always loved dancing. He wasn't particularly good at it, but there was something about just forgetting himself for a brief period of time that he adored. The DJ was playing some good stuff, too. Not the usual assault of noise and bass that frequented clubs like this, but songs that Soap actually knew. He recognised the opening bars of a Justin Timberlake song that his ex had liked. She had played it on repeat and Soap had found that the tune stayed in his head. He remembered singing the opening lines of, "She's freaky and she knows it..." to her on more than one occasion.

To his surprise he felt a hand wrap itself around his. There had been one blonde girl with the group who had been adamant that she and Soap were going to go home together but after his rejection from Lola earlier in the evening, sleeping with some random girl who wouldn't even remember his name in the morning was the last thing he wanted.

"Come on..." She bent do

To his surprise, the hand belonged to Lola. He turned to look back at the footballer, who was watching her with the same lovestruck expression he had been wearing all night.

"What about your new friend?" Soap shouted, his voice rising above the music.

He hadn't meant it to sound so petty, really he hadn't, but the alcohol was taking effect on him and the pint of water that he had chugged hadn't really begun to work its magic just yet.

"What about him?" She responded, bending down to his ear so that her breath tickled his neck. She squeeze Soap's fingers.

He didn't say anything, but stood up and followed her down the old metal staircase that led to the dance floor. Her fingers twisted around his as she pushed herself into the crowd, squeezing until they were in the middle of the throng of sweating bodies.

She reached over to Soap, placing her lips back against his ear. "Are you jealous, Soap?"

He placed his hand at the back of her head, slipping his fingers between her hair. "Yes." She pushed back against his hand so that she could look him in the eyes. He pulled her closer again. "I don't want to be, but I am. It should be me. You and I both know that."

The drink had made him bolder than he had ever intended to be. But that's what they say, isn't it? Drunk words are sober thoughts.

She placed her own hand at the back of his head. "There's too much risk involved for me. I have too much to lose. I joined the SAS at a time in my life when I didn't know where I was going or what I was doing. This job and those bloody morons up there, they give me a purpose. I don't want to risk it."

"So what do we do then Lo?" Their bodies were pressed together as the music swelled around them. "Because I want you. More than I've ever wanted anyone or anything, in my whole entire life."

She didn't move for a few seconds as the words settled into her brain. Soap didn't complain. He was enjoying the feeling of her body pressed up against him. If he had his way, they would never leave this position. Finally she turned her face towards his ear.

"Just dance with me, Soap."

He moved out of his arms and began swaying against the music. The white fabric of her dress rippled as she twisted her hips in time with the beat. Soap watched her. He was exasperated. How many other ways were there to say it? He wanted her. Needed her. But she will still pushing him away. Her eyes met his and she frowned at his rigid posture. She glanced up at their VIP booth quickly. Soap's eyes followed. There was nobody watching. All the lads were too busy trying to get a shag. Her eyes settled on his again. He could see the inner turmoil in them. Wordlessly, she pushed her body against his and began to twist to the music. Soap's hands wrapped themselves around her waist and his fingers stroked against the smooth skin at the small of her back and his own hips began to rock against hers. He stared into her eyes and she stared back at him. It was, for Soap at least, the single most arousing thing that he had ever experienced. Silently, she span around and leant her back against his chest, her bum settling itself into his crotch. One of his hands moved to the top of her right thigh, holding her in place, the other wrapped itself around her waist to push her closer to him.

It was one of those moments where the whole world seems to stop existing. It was only the two of them in the whole room. Her and him, him and her, grinding against each other. Everything else blurred into none existence. She wound against him, slow, purposeful movements that made Soap's cock throb against the fabric of his trousers. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her smell. They had already come this far. What did he have to lose now? With her hips still winding against his, he lowered his mouth down to the exposed skin at the back of her neck, his teeth sinking themselves into the flesh in the smallest, most infinitesimal of bites. Her skin erupted with goosebumps and she shivered against him. But something broke their spell. She pushed herself away from him furiously. This was Soap's favourite part of the song. Justin gave one, loud 'uhhhh' and the entire melody of the song changed, the thick, bumping beat seguing into a soft melodic poem. Ahead of him, Lola tried to push past the crowd, but the crowd pushed back against her and she found herself thrown into Soap's arms. She stared up at him, her eyes a mixture of rage, lust and pain. Around them Justin was singing about how 'those flashing lights come from everywhere'. Soap stared deeply into her eyes. Those bloody eyes. He thought about them non-stop. He wrapped his arms around her waist, defiantly but she didn't protest. She just kept on staring at him. He could see now that it was no longer fury, or lust, or pain. Her expression had changed to one of realisation. She blinked slowly.

"Shit." she murmured, her eyes searching his.

Soap recognised the tone. It wasn't the sound of somebody who was mad, or frustrated. It was the tone of somebody who had just had their blinkers pulled off. Somebody who was seeing things exactly as they were for the first time. Did he kiss her? It seemed the natural thing to do. To press his lips against hers and taste her. It was all he had wanted to do since they had met all those months ago but he wanted to be completely respectful of her position and the worries that she had highlighted to him.

"Lo-"

They were interrupted by the arrival of one of the security guards from the door. Soap saw him first, moving through the crowd looking for somebody. He knew instinctively that the guards eyes were looking for the white dress or the blonde hair. Lola's eyes followed Soap's and she instinctively moved towards the man, forcing herself out of Soap's arms. The guard signalled her to follow him. Soap moved behind her and the two followed him towards the exit.

"What's he done now?" Lola asked.

The guard gave a small laugh. "Look, as much as I can appreciate how much your guys need to let off some steam, I have to draw the line at lewd behaviour that upsets other customers."

"Lewd?" Soap asked.

The guard laughed again. "His lovely lady friend was giving him a bit of... relief." He grinned at Soap. "If you catch my drift."

Soap caught the drift, alright. He wished there was a way to throw that drift back wherever it had come from.

They followed the bouncer out of the entrance to find Wallcroft, his shirt torn open and both arms wrapped around almost identikit brunettes who were giggling.

Lola looked up at the guard. "At least he managed to keep his shirt on this year, hey?" She gave a small laugh. "We'll take him back to the hotel. He can commit whatever lewd acts he wants to behind closed doors."

The guard laughed and bent down to give Lola a kiss on the cheek and a small fist bump to Soap. "You guys take care of yourselves out there."

"Oh, we always do." Soap said, watching as Lola marched towards Wallcroft.

He followed to hear her admonishing him.

"You're that horny that you can't walk five minutes back to the hotel? You just have to get a handjob in the club?"

"Who said anything about hands?" Wallcroft asked.

Lola pulled a face and the girls started laughing.

Behind them, the rest of the group spilled out onto the pavement. Each of the guys had themselves draped across one or two girls. Soap was mildly impressed by the pulling technique of the SAS. He heard a shriek and turned to watch as Wallcroft threw Lola up onto his shoulders. Wordlessly, he began to sprint away. Soap noticed that his shirt was now tied around his neck like a cape. Was it worrying that this was a man who was tasked with saving lives and helping keep the UK safe?

"SEE YOU BACK AT THE HOTEL, I GUESS!" She screamed.

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