CHAPTER 45
WEEKEND IS COMING
"This… was a great idea" Jason said, while catching his breath and rolling to the driver's seat in his car.
Dianna chuckled next to him, "Oh yes". She sat on the seat to close the first three buttons of her dress with one hand, because Jason 'had to' grab and kiss her breasts too. "Jason" she called, looking down, "you almost ripped a button here" she complained, because it was a bit loose.
He was pulling up his boxers and camouflaged pants and squinted at her dress, "Nah. That was like that already. Maybe next time you open them, alright? You know I was in a hurry".
"I wasn't planning on having your huge hand on my boobs under this dress today. You know it's hard for me to open with one hand" she muttered, putting her sling back on and looking for her panties on the floor.
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry" he closed his pants, then he looked down. "Yes. It's hard, huh, but you couldn't wait for me to open my pants, as I recall" Jason gestured, showing her that the button of his pants was missing.
"It was like that already, Jason" she glanced and calmly murmured, while looking around her seat for her panties.
"No it wasn't" he said, indignant, because now he'd have to wear his fatigues like that. "If you want me to put on my uniform when we fuck, the least you can do is take care of it, ok? It's the contributors' money" he lectured her, but Dianna opened a sassy smile and stuck her hand under his butt.
"Oh, hey. Alright. Just give me a couple of seconds" he naughtily smiled at her, forgetting about the missing button that would cost five cents to the government of the United States.
"No. Jason" she deviated his kiss, "I think my panties are" she pulled her panties under his butt, "here. Good." she shook her hand to open them, because they were rolled.
"Would you…?" she asked him, then she put her legs on Jason's lap and handed him her rolled panties, for him to put them on for her. She couldn't with one hand, in there. He opened another naughty smile and unrolled the panties, passing them on her feet. "They're backwards" she alerted, and he quickly looked and turned them, and this time he glanced at the clock in the car, so he put them faster on her legs. "Shit, it's 0845, we gotta go" he alerted, pulling Dianna's panties until the middle of her thighs and turning his truck on.
Dianna sighed and pulled up the panties with one hand, taking her legs off Jason's lap and pressing the button to put her seat back up. They arrived at the Base in two and a half minutes, but Jason was annoying about punctuality. But at least he was already in his fatigues, since Dianna made him put them on before their quick and heated celebration. He jogged to get her off his truck, because he alerted her that she could fall off the car because she couldn't use her left hand, 'given her troublesome historic with the truck', and Dianna actually thought he was right, so now he always grabbed her by the waist to help her out of his car.
Jason put Dianna down on the floor, and she smiled at him. "Romantic" she joked, and he chuckled. Only then they noticed that really close to them Natalie was getting out of her car, and watching that scene with a disgusted face. At first they felt awkward, but then Dianna remembered what she did to Jason, and was about say something, but Jason noticed and quickly put his arm on her shoulder, to shut her up. She nodded and kept quiet while they walked to the building.
"Sorry" Dianna said, very aware of the fact that she almost meddled in his things, again. Jason raised an eyebrow, smirking, and kept quiet. He was actually thinking that Dianna would easily take Natalie on a bar fight. Or a jello fight.
"Feisty" he just said, smiling.
"Well, would you look at that, our latest punching bag, all cleaned up" Sonny said loudly when he saw Dianna coming with Jason to their cages. He needed to get his whistle and chronometer and confirm which training was scheduled, now that Lindell made them follow a pre-approved schedule for training, and not just to do whatever the team leaders felt in the mood for. Jason got inside the cage room while the other guys were already waiting for him in the hallway.
Dianna came closer to Sonny, and he smiled at her. "You look a lot better already, huh? Without all the blood and vomit on your clothes" he mocked, and she shook her head, laughing. She noticed that Sonny's smile vanished fast.
"How is she?" she whispered to him, pulling him a bit to the corner of the hallway, and he looked at her, stern. Obviously Davis told him that Dianna knew about them.
"I don't know. She's not talking much" he said, anxious, looking to the sides. "And you?"
Dianna sighed. "Honestly, the pills I take at night are really strong. I didn't have a nightmare, not even a dream. I don't know how it'll be during the next days".
Sonny nodded, still anxious. "She's having issues with, like, water" he glanced at Dianna, and she swallowed.
"Yeah. Me too. Can't drink it" she admitted, serious.
Sonny shook his head. "See? You're okay talking about it, in a hallway. She's quiet like a fucking mummy, Dianna" he said, a bit desperate, and Dianna shook her head to calm him down.
"It's not the same for everyone. Maybe she should get help. I'll talk to her. I'm sorry that I was MIA for the last couple of days" she said, sincere. But Davis sounded great on Jason's phone. She heard her.
Sonny nodded, with his hands on his hips, and he seemed a bit calmer.
"Oh, come on. Fuck" Jason loudly complained, from inside the room, and walked out fast. "Why the fuck do we have to take that course again? We just did that, god damn it" he said, fuming. The guys chuckled, because they already knew what it was. And they weren't liking it either.
"Because, Jace" Ray lectured him, "You kept postponing the last one for almost three months, and now Lindell doesn't allow us to do that anymore. So now you're dragging your ass in the mud with the rest of us. Again" Ray mocked.
Jason exhaled, dangerously looking to the sides. "I'm spent" he complained, and he was. "We just came back from two rescue ops, man. In Venezuela, goddamn it".
Ray frowned, "What the hell, man. Are you that old? The op was, like, almost three days ago. And we didn't do anything too physical".
Jason grunted, not in the mood to share that his legs were very tired after fucking Dianna a few times during the last afternoon, and once this morning again, just minutes earlier. He now was relieved that she was too groggy to have sex with him last night, because of the meds, or else he would be a lot more tired.
Clay interrupted them, amused. "Come on, man. You hate when we're late" he alerted Jason, and he sighed, before quickly going back inside and changing his shirt for the training green t-shirt.
"It's hot as fuck in the sun" Jason continued grumbling while Dianna stood in the entrance of the cage room. "I thought it'd be indoor training today" he admitted, grumpy, while putting his t-shirt on. Indoor training, most of the times, consisted on Jason on the balcony with the chronometer and yelling at the guys downstairs.
"I'll be watching" Dianna stated, to remind him. In case he forgot.
Jason felt a lot more energetic with that reminder. "U-hum. You better" he said with a husky voice, before walking out of the room.
"You're famous" Dianna teased Jason when they were having lunch in a taco restaurant. Not at the taco stand, because Jason was still dizzy from the heat; he needed air conditioning.
"Yeah, I know that" he smirked, eagerly eating his meat burrito.
"No" she corrected him, because he thought about the time he killed the famous terrorist, "you're famous among the military ladies" she teased.
He chuckled, cocky, "I know that too, Dianna".
Dianna pouted. "I'm not a jealous person", she alerted him, and he chuckled, not believing it for a second, but she dismissed. "Maybe what you don't know is that the ladies have a ranking", she cockily told him, eating her nachos.
Jason squirmed, amused. "Is that so?"
"U-hum. They have an elaborate spreadsheet and everything. Scoring the frogmen and DEVGRU frogmen. Separated spreadsheets" she gestured, and Jason chuckled. She continued "The evaluation items are body, face, strength" she took a second to remember, "intelligence, smoulderness, cuteness, charm" and Dianna raised an eyebrow to Jason, letting him know that he had a high score in that department, "performance, and size".
Jason chocked with his burrito when he heard the last two items. He drank his soda, and finally whispered to Dianna, "What?"
Dianna smirked. "So you didn't know that, huh? Want to know how high you're scored?"
Jason was indignant. "Ok, if it were us men doing that, we'd be expelled".
Dianna nodded, sipping her soda. "Yes, it's disgusting. I told them that. Just ridiculous, and that they should be ashamed of it" she said, serious.
Jason nodded. "Good. Were they angry at you?"
Dianna shrugged, "One of the girls gossiped that she saw me with you, so they just called me 'jealous stuck up', but then I reminded them that I took pictures of the DEVGRU spreadsheet. So now like three of the girls hate me, but they also know who I work for" she raised an eyebrow, cocky, "and they are pretty terrified of me now. I promised I wouldn't say anything for their superiors, especially because I don't even know their names, but they believed me. Obviously, they'll start another spreadsheet in a few days, a more secretive one".
Jason was proud of her. "That's good. Is that why when we were making one of the final rounds you girls started to gesticulate a lot between you, and weren't watching us anymore?" he asked, because he and the guys were feeling quite demotivated with that, they liked when the ladies were cheering them on, and hitting on them. They didn't even break any record that day.
"Probably. It was towards the end, u-hum" Dianna shrugged, and then she ate another nacho.
They ate quietly for a while, but Jason couldn't hold himself anymore. "So. You have pictures of the spreadsheet, huh" he tried to sound casual.
"Hum. Yes" she tried to sound casual, avoiding his look.
"You said I'm famous" he remarked, cocky, looking at her.
"You are" she naughtily said, and he smirked, still cocky. She added, "I wasn't surprised, of course. I was surprise, though, with the scores of other guys that I know" she smiled and raised her eyebrows.
Jason squirmed, and turned grumpy. "Maybe the scores are not accurate".
"Maybe" she agreed. "Or maybe they are. I thought yours were pretty accurate. And for the rest of the guys, you would probably know" she raised an eyebrow. She added "Of course that if nobody had the information, they left the 'performance' and 'size' items blank, and it didn't count on the general score. But the general score was an average of the grades on each item, so the blank points don't matter" she explained the metodology, but she only saw a couple of DEVGRU frogmen that had blank spaces on those items.
Jason stared. "They kept those blank for me, right?" he asked.
Dianna frowned. "Oh. Are you sure you never slept with anyone else involved with the Navy? Or a froghog" she whispered, because she knew neither her nor Natalie had scored him. At least she hoped Natalie didn't score him.
Jason squirmed, thinking. "I don't know. I had a fling once. Twice, but the other one was overseas. The one here might be a tag chaser" he admitted.
Dianna made a surprised expression, nodding. "Ok then, there you go. Well done, sailor" she said, chuckling.
He tried to disguise the fact that now his ego was bigger than that restaurant. "Well. Thank you. But I feel like I'm in high school again", he chuckled.
"I know" Dianna chuckled, "Nobody told me the Navy would be like this. Although, when I worked in LAPD they were like that, too. Sometimes worse".
Jason smiled, then kept quiet. "Did you score me? Before those girls found out".
"I did" she smirked. "Maybe that's why they suspected of me".
Jason smiled, thankful. "But wasn't I already famous? I mean… my scores were already high, huh?" he cockily asked.
"They were" she admitted, "but they found it odd that I gave a high score for your 'cuteness'".
He cutely smiled, but then he stopped smiling, registering her words. "They don't think I'm cute?"
Dianna gave him a sad smile. "No. Most of them think you're very serious, scary sometimes. But they explained that your serious expression increased your 'smoulderness' a lot" she shrugged.
Jason was in doubt if he should be cuter with the ladies, or keep them thinking he's serious. But Dianna answered the question that he didn't make.
"I like that you are both with me", she said.
Jason chewed his last piece of burrito, then smiled after he swallowed. "I'm glad that you think that".
"And I like that we have a wide range of topics of conversations" she added, amused. "From high school gossip to panic attacks, to a possible bribed agent", she whispered the last part.
He stared at her, smirking. "I know. It's funny. And I'm just happy that I can talk to you about my ops too, to be honest. That's new to me".
She smiled, and looked at her phone. "Oh, I have my appointment at the hair salon". She took a sip of her soda, standing up, taking her purse and clumsily putting her phone in it with one hand, while he stood up; he was finished too. "I'll walk, ok? It's two blocks from here" she said, when he started to complain, "Where will you be? Base?"
Jason walked with her to the sidewalk. "No, are you kidding? After that training we get the day off. I'm dying. I'll go to Ray's, then... I'll see. I need to go to my place" he said, looking at her, waiting for her to say something about that.
Dianna didn't notice. "Oh, don't forget to invite Emma to the barbecue tomorrow, if she's really coming to VA Beach tonight" Dianna said, taking a step back on the sidewalk, because his truck was to the other side. "Davis will pick me up so we can talk after my appointment. About her. So I'll be with her, ok, we'll buy the stuff for the barbecue, too" she added, letting him know that Davis would help her and be with her that afternoon, and he nodded, quiet.
Dianna smiled and decided to take a second to properly say goodbye to Jason, pulling his t-shirt and standing on her toes to slowly kiss him. He breathed in, and murmured, "See you tomorrow".
Dianna hesitated, confused, but didn't say anything. "At what time will you come?" she asked.
"I should go early. To help you get set, take the tables and chairs from Ray's" he answered, calculating the time, and omitting the fact that he thought about taking the table that afternoon and not just the next day. "At 0900? 9AM. Maybe before that" he guessed.
Dianna licked her lips. "That's early. I mean, if you think you would have to come so early, maybe you could, I don't know, sleep there tonight" she clumsily said, "I mean, I'm mostly groggy all night, not the best company" she nervously smiled, "but it'd be easier for you. If you want to".
"Oh, I thought Davis would stay with you tonight" he quickly said, confused. He was sure that she kissed him like that because they would see each other only the next day. "Of course I'll stay there tonight then. You shouldn't be alone yet" he said affectionately, and hovering over Dianna.
"Ok then" she smiled, then gave him another quick kiss before leaving. "See you later, sailor".
"It's not gonna happen, man" Ray squinted at Jason's picture. "Can we open this on a computer? I can't really see the details".
Jason sighed. "It's not actually this one, man. I googled one that's similar. The one she showed me doesn't have these details", he pointed at the picture on his phone.
Ray pouted, and turned Jason's phone. "You really should get a new one. This one's too tiny. Old".
Jason aggressively grabbed his phone from Ray's hand, looking at the picture himself.
"Look for it on Pinterest" Naima decided to meddle, from her kitchen. She was amused by Jason's behavior. "And I'm sure she doesn't expect you to build her a table, Jason" she added, affectionate.
Jason gesticulated, "I know she doesn't. Obviously I can't build a table like that. Not alone. But maybe if someone helped me, you know" he said, glancing at Ray, "since we'll be on a leave for a couple of weeks, possibly. I don't like doing nothing, you know. Or maybe I could find a guy who could build it for me".
Naima came closer, smirking. "Oh, so you're not trying to find her a table like this for, like, tomorrow?"
Jason sighed. "Of course not. I just thought, the sooner I find someone to help me" he glanced at Ray again, "the sooner I can plan and start".
Ray decided to stand up from his comfortable chair, because Jason wouldn't stop glancing at him. "I'll help you man. Of course. Sonny knows a lot about woodworking, he would love to help out too. I'm just saying, I don't know if we can build it like, this good".
Jason looked at the picture again, and murmured, cocky, "Shouldn't be that hard".
Ray stared. "It's a round table that opens to an oval one, man. Of course it's hard. And does she want that fancy turned base, too?" he pointed at Jason's phone.
"Oh. Sorry man, didn't see it. She doesn't want it to open, no, it's a round one. But she'd probably like the fancy base, because she said it was expensive".
Naima came closer to Jason and took his phone. "Oh yes. Beautiful. Seems like it's French country, or English style. Nice" she gave him back his phone, and looked at Ray. "You know, if you can build this, you could build me a smaller one similar for my dine-in kitchen, huh. Or the outdoor patio".
Ray sighed. "See? Now I'll have to build two tables, man". He stood up and walked to Naima, hugging her. "Of course I'll build you one, babe. If you wait, I can build you a big one for the dining room. I know you want a new one" he said, softly kissing her, and she smiled.
Jason looked at them, smiling, then looked at his phone. He murmured to the happy couple, "See? You'd build her one too".
Jason and Ray were finishing placing the fold-in table and chairs in his truck, when Jason heard Dianna calling him.
"Hey. Do you want me to pick you up?" he answered the phone on speaker, looking at Ray, because obviously he shouldn't pick her up with all the crap in his truck. It could fall off.
"Hey. No, Davis is picking me up soon. Look, I just found a table" she said, excited, "And chairs".
Jason and Ray stared at each other, sighing in unison.
"What. We just loaded the truck with Ray's stuff, Dianna".
"Oh" she said, confused. "You said you'd do that tomorrow morning".
Ray frowned. That wasn't what Jason told him from the start.
"Anyways" Dianna continued, "I would need Ray's table too. The one that the girl here at the salon sold me is not that big. It fits, like, six people. But it's a wooden one, almost new. I could use it in the dining room for now, and then later on, place it on the patio. It's weather proof, and her husband" she stopped, "ex-husband can deliver it for me. They really want to get rid of it" she whispered the last part.
"Oh" Jason looked at Ray, impressed, and they both nodded at each other, "Ok then. Good news. So we can still take the tables and chairs to your place, right?"
"Sure" Dianna said, then kept quiet. "But you'd have to take my key. I'm still at the salon" she said, and Ray frowned at Jason, annoyed, because he forgot about that. "Or" she added, suddenly, "if you wait, like, fifteen" then she stopped, obviously her hairstylist wasn't agreeing, "twenty minutes, I'll go with Davis to Ray's and leave the key with you. We'll go to the grocery store next".
"Ok, that's better" Jason said, looking at the crap almost falling off his truck. The less he drove around with that, the better. Ray then started to make signals, and Jason shrugged, not understanding. "Wait"
Ray sighed, and talked directly to Dianna. "Hey, it's Ray. I need to get some stuff at the grocery store too. Urgent ones, according to Naima. Maybe we'll meet there, with my truck" Ray highlighted, looking at Jason's truck, then at him, who nodded, "And we buy some stuff, like meat, while you girls get the rest".
"Oh, great. Perfect. I'll call you when I leave the salon. In 25, 30 minutes" Dianna was adding minutes, and the guys noticed. "I'll call Davis now so she can pick me up in time. Thanks. Bye".
Dianna checked her new hair at the salon. She liked it, but when the hairstylist started to style it too much Dianna had to make him stop. She was a relaxed-hair kind of girl. She still liked it, but as soon as she and Davis left the salon, she threw her hair to the front and a bit to the sides, then fixed her french bangs on Davis' mirror in her car. Davis was a girl who loved a styled hair herself, so she was indignant, but in the end she agreed that the relaxed look suited Dianna better.
"I liked the bangs" Davis stated, amused, while Dianna entwined her fingers on them again.
"I cut bangs sometimes. But I don't look too young, do I?" she sincerely asked. She didn't think so, but she needed to confirm.
"No, honestly. You still look 25" Davis mocked, and Dianna raised an eyebrow.
"You said 23 the last time" Dianna said, chuckling.
They made their way into the grocery store, taking a cart, and quickly found Jason and Ray. They just needed to follow the ladies' stare. Sonny was there with them, of course. The pit master had to pick his meat.
"Hey, guys" Davis' greeted them, and they greeted the girls back.
"You look French" Jason told Dianna, teasing, and she smiled back. She was sure he wouldn't even notice her haircut, especially because she told him she'd only wash and dry her hair. But bangs made all the difference sometimes.
"I was going to tell her that, but she was sick of me talking about her many nationalities, so" Davis shrugged.
Ray squinted his eyes. "It's a good thing for a spy, you know. You can pretend you're from anywhere you want" he wisely said, and Dianna nodded, impressed. That was true.
Jason quickly intervened. "For an interrogator, too. You know, sometimes". Dianna smirked at him.
Sonny interrupted the useless talk, and they finally proceeded to think about everything they needed for the barbecue. Dianna made all of them swear, in the end, that they'd let her pay for the meat and other food, but the guys insisted they'd share the price of the beers, because Dianna herself wouldn't be drinking alcohol and it was unfair.
Dianna laid back on the comfortable sofa, once again, and Jason laid next to her, on the L shaped couch, both of them with their stomachs up, and looking at the ceiling.
"I'm tired" she declared, because after buying the food, drinks and other stuff at the grocery store, she came to the house to open it, then the guys set the table and waited for the ex from the girl from the salon to bring the wooden table and chairs, while Dianna hung out at Davis' place and they talked, for a couple of hours, about what happened. Or Dianna talked, mostly, and Davis shared a few things. But she really was surprised when Dianna implied that they were ambushed or betrayed, because Davis also felt it was too odd, and she also had mixed feelings about Jessica's participation there.
So Jason had just picked up Dianna from Davis' place, and they finally made their way to the sofa. He was exhausted, too, and wasn't hiding it.
"Oh" he remembered, "I talked to Emma. She's coming, but she has some party tomorrow night. She's very excited to come, and when I told her that you and Davis' are 'slightly' purple, she pleaded that we tell her everything that we can. But I alerted her that it's classified".
Dianna chuckled. "I'd want to know too. I'm a curious person. I'll think about it. You can tell her the story you told at the store".
Jason smiled, nodding, then he suddenly remembered something. "Oh God. I knew I had to do something. The dishwasher" he turned to her, apologizing. "I was going to call the guy to install it. Even though he'd probably install it only next week".
"That's ok" she said, affectionate. "I'll call him. And there's no rush". She stood up and straddled Jason, then she kissed him, slowly and deeply. "Thanks for helping me today" she murmured, and he hummed. "I'm tired tonight and I'll take my 'heavy' pills soon" she said, about the stronger pills for her shoulder pain, that she only took at night, when she felt more pain there, and because they made her groggy, "but I'll thank you properly tomorrow".
Jason hummed, and sat on the sofa, pressing her thighs under the dress. "I'm definitely not complaining, but you don't have to thank me like that every time, ok? I already know how thankful you are" he said with a husky voice, because he didn't want her to feel obliged to have sex with him when she wasn't in the mood.
Dianna stared at him, with hungry eyes, kissing him softly. "My gratitude is just an excuse, sometimes".
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