*****WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES THAT MAY BE UPSETTING OR TRIGGERING TO READERS INCLUDING ATTEMPTED ASSAULT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED *****

Chapter 5

Yor's body was on fire. Every inch of her his lips touched seared like the blazing summer sun. His hands held onto her as if trying to keep her from running. But why would she run? This is where she wanted to be. Especially with him. The fog in her head made it difficult to think straight. Maybe it was the alcohol making her lose control. If it wasn't for the alcohol, she wouldn't be here. No, that's a lie. Alcohol was an excuse. She wanted this. She wanted him. Alcohol was just giving her the courage to say it.

"We need to stop," Loid's heavy voice whispered in her ear.

"Why?" Yor asked as she nibbled on his ear lobe. "I'm having so much fun right now."

He let out a loan groan. She knew that groan and what it meant.

No use in being shy now, Yor Briar. You've come this far already. It's all or nothing.

She reached down between them and grabbed the front of his pants. His whole body tensed up. She could hear his heart racing. It was beating so fast she was sure it was about to explode.

Three days. That's how long it had been since Yor last saw Loid. They had officially been dating for almost a month and spent nearly every day together. No matter what he had going on in his own schedule- whether it be work, school, or Army matters - he always made sure that he was at the coffee shop before the end of Yor's shift to walk her home. On their days off, they went out on dates or hung out at Yor's house under the watchful eye of her grandfather. Loid never seemed bothered that her grandfather chaperoned their home dates, but it did limit the amount of affection he was allowed to show.

Yor couldn't complain because he more than made up for it when they saw each other elsewhere. They missed countless movies because they got caught up making out in his car. Their hands had a tendency to wander, but never in too precarious places. Loid always refrained from that. He never wanted to put her virtue into question, so as much as it pained him, he stayed a gentleman. Sure his hands would feel the skin on her hips or stomach, but it never ventured too south or north. However, his chivalry irritated Yor at times. She would want more, but he never crossed that line and he wouldn't until she told him he could. So in reality, this sexual frustration she felt was her own doing because as much as she wanted more, she wasn't sure if she was ready for it. Her lips remained sealed, bearing this painful yet pleasurable desire festering inside her.

That feeling intensified when Loid announced that he would be going out of town with Andrew due to "personal matters" for a few days. She noticed that when he FaceTimed her, he would initially look agitated. The moment he heard her voice though, he would instantly perk up. She didn't ask what the reason for his trip was, but it was obviously stressing him out. She felt slightly embarrassed that his absence took such a toll on her. She dated before, but this relationship with Loid - despite still being fairly new - felt much more intense. They had only been apart for three days and she felt an intense longing. How would it feel when he went on leaves for months at a time? A year? A year and a half? Communication would be limited, video calls scarce. Would she be able to handle the loneliness? This was part of the reason she held off on being intimate. If she and Loid were to indulge in sexual intercourse, how hard would it be to be apart then? Would he miss her? Would he think about her while he was fighting for their country?

The depressing thoughts are what lead her to this bar called "Dragon's Lair" with her friends. Yor always felt uneasy when she let her friends talk her into using a fake ID to get into bars. She was deathly afraid of getting caught and word getting to her grandfather. God only knows what the General would do if his only granddaughter was caught underage drinking. However, she knew once Camilla had a thought in her mind there was no changing it. It was just easier to go with the flow. They hadn't been caught yet. Plus, they all would be turning twenty-one in the next few months. As long as her grandfather and Loid didn't find out, there wasn't any harm to having some fun.

The bar was new in town and supposedly owned by out of towners. They might get recognized by patrons, but not by the staff. When they walked into the bar, Yor half expected it to be themed with a name like Dragon's Lair but it seemed like a typical bar. On one side, tables and booths were scattered in front of a long counter manned by two bartenders. In a far corner there were pool tables, dart boards, and a dance floor in front of a stage. Hanging above the very center of the bar was a banner. The banner was a deep crimson like the color of blood. A dragon's head was displayed in the very center with a sword pointing downward behind it. Though the banner was only black and red, the eyes of the dragon felt intense and burned a hole through Yor. Something was oddly familiar about it, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

"When did you say loverboy was coming back?" Camilla asked as she sipped on her drink.

"Tomorrow," Yor sighed.

"Where did he go again?" Millie asked.

"Kansas."

"Well that's random. Was it for his work in the Army? You said he went with his cousin."

"He did go with the Captain, but he said it was a personal matter. I assumed it wasn't for work."

"Does he have family there?"

Yor shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Is he from there?"

"No, he lived in Luwen for a bit, but he was raised in Kielberg for most of his life."

Camilla raised a brow. "If he isn't from there, no family there, and wasn't going for work, what 'personal' business could he possibly have in Kansas? All that comes from Kansas is tornados and corn."

Yor let out a chuckle. She wasn't sure if her friend was serious or trying to make her feel better.

"You laugh now, but I'm telling you something's up," the blonde sighed.

"Do you still not trust him?" Yor asked seriously.

Camilla just shrugged. "Something just seems off about him. If you trust him, I'll give him the benefit of a doubt. But he better not hurt you."

"Hey, have you guys had sex yet?" Millie asked suddenly. Yor nearly choked on her drink. "I'll take that as a no. What are you guys waiting for? Yor, be honest, does he have issues getting it up?"

"What?!" Yor shouted. Her face was as red as the banner above the bar. "He has no issues with…that. He said it was up to me when we would take that step."

"And you haven't jumped his bones in the month you've been dating? Not to mention the weeks he was wooing the shit out of you? I may not be his biggest fan, but it seems a waste to let a man like him go to waste."

"Weren't you just saying that you felt something was off about him?"

"Yes and it seems that the off thing is he doesn't like having sex."

"I'm the one that asked him to wait. I'm just…not ready."

"What are you waiting for? Marriage?" Millie teased.

The sudden awkward silence felt heavy in the noisy bar. Yor knew she was different from her friends. She didn't have the same experience they had. She was more reserved due to being sheltered most of her life. She didn't date casually like Millie or get bored of dating like Camilla. Maybe that's why her feelings for Loid were so intense. Still, she couldn't bring herself to be intimate like that with him just yet.

Maybe tonight was a blessing in disguise. She wasn't the best at holding her liquor, but at least it helped her loosen up. The more the drinks flowed, the less tense she became. She didn't realize she needed a girls' night out until now. She had been so stressed with Loid gone, but she was feeling a lot better now. It was likely due to the alcohol, but she appreciated that she could laugh with her friends like old times. She knew that she would have to call it quits soon. She wasn't the greatest at holding her liquor and was already feeling their effects. If she had known what was going to happen next, she would have stopped drinking hours ago.

"Hey there ladies, mind if we buy your next round?" a man asked as he and two other men walked up to their table.

Normally they wouldn't turn down a free drink, but there was something about this trio that didn't sit well with Yor. Even in her semi-inebriated state, she knew they were bad news.

"I think we're good, thanks though," Millie smiled, waving the men off.

"Come on, one drink. It's on us," the second man insisted.

"We really shouldn't. Our friend can't drink too much."

"Oh that's not a problem for us," the third man grinned as he put his arm around Yor. "We'll take good care of you if you're smashed."

"Please take your arm off of me," Yor said as clearly as she could.

"What's wrong, beautiful? We're just trying to have a good time." The man started to twirl a few strands of Yor's hair in his fingers.

"Hey, hands off creep," Camilla snapped. "She said to let her go."

"Why don't you mind your own business?"

"It's my business when you put your hands on my friend when she clearly told you no."

"Hey, hey, let's calm down for a minute here," the first man suggested calmly. "We just wanted to buy you ladies a drink and talk. Where it goes after that…"

"You can clearly see our friend is drunk. She doesn't need any more drinks," Millie interrupted. "You should know her boyfriend is a really strong military officer too. If he saw you hanging all over his girl…"

"I don't see any guys with you," the second man interrupted. "If I was her boyfriend, I wouldn't let her out looking like she's trying to seduce another man."

"I'm not trying to seduce anyone!" Yor insisted as she snapped her head up to face the man beside her. She must have moved too fast because she suddenly felt really dizzy.

"Whoa there! Why don't we get some fresh air," the third man said as he grabbed Yor's wrist and tried to pull her from her seat.

"Ow! Let me go!" Yor shouted.

"Hey! Let her go! She isn't going anywhere with you!" Camilla yelled as she jumped out of her seat, knocking over her stool.

"What's your problem? You're being way too fucking noisy," the first man growled. "You'll cause a scene."

"WHAT'S WRONG ARE YOU AFRAID SOMEONE WILL FIND OUT YOU'RE TRYING TO DRAG A DRUNK WOMAN OUT OF THE BAR AGAINST HER WILL?" Camilla yelled as loudly as she could. She knew it would draw attention to them and likely get them kicked out, but it was better than them doing something to her friend.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch," the first man snapped through gritted teeth as he grabbed Camilla's arm.

The third man yanked Yor from her seat and tried to pull her away from the table.

"Stop it! Leave her alone!" Millie cried.

"No! I said let me go!" Yor struggled against the man holding onto her. When he refused to relent, she did the only thing she could think of and stomped on his foot.

"Damn it! That hurt!" The man raised his hand and Yor shut her eyes tightly as she braced herself to be hit, but it never came.

"I believe the lady asked you to let her go," a familiar voice said firmly.

Yor opened her eyes when she felt the pressure on her wrist release. She must have been drunker than she thought. He wasn't supposed to be here. He said he was coming home tomorrow, but she could have sworn the man standing in front of her between her and her attacker was Loid. His voice was calm and steady, but on his side, he was clenching his fist so hard his knuckles were white. The anger radiating from his body was intimidating and terrifying.

"We were just talking," the man that had grabbed Yor lied, "this has nothing to do with you."

He tried to reach behind Loid to grab Yor, but Loid blocked his path.

"Hey, are you deaf or dumb? He said this ain't got nothin to do with you," one of the other men barked. "Move if you know what's good for you."

Loid let out a sigh and punched the bridge of his nose. "Incompetent to boot," he mumbled to himself. "If you're going to threaten me, please do so properly."

"Are you trying to egg us on, asshole? You really shouldn't. Just walk away and mind your own business," the other man said.

"See, that's the thing. This is my business. It became my business the moment you put your hands on my girlfriend. I'm politely offering you a way out before I snap your arm in half because I'd rather not spend the next few days in the brig."

The man that had grabbed Yor laughed out loud. "You think you can break my arm?" he sneered. "Let's say you manage to even touch me. There's three of us and one of you. You'll be dead before you blink." The man was inches from Loid's face. "You come in here in your fancy suit thinking you can just spout some shit and we'll just listen? Maybe next time you keep a better eye on your woman. She's out here practically begging for men to take her home. If you did your job and satisfied her, she wouldn't be looking elsewhere for it."

Loid's entire body tensed up. He wasn't just giving off angry vibes now. No, the aura surrounding Loid was hostile…murderous even. Yor panicked when she saw his arm slowly begin to move.

"Loid no!" she yelled.

She was sure he was going to pummel this idiot into the ground, but instead all she heard was the sound of scraping chairs all around them. She looked around and noticed there were several men standing and facing them. Their faces were familiar now. Loid had his hand up, keeping the men at bay.

Slowly, a memory flashed in Yor's mind. She looked over at the banner above the bar and realized where she remembered it from.

"That symbol looks kinda scary," Yor noted as she pointed at the patch stitched on his backpack.

"You think so?" Loid asked with a chuckle. "That's my squad's insignia: the REM Blood Dragons. Wherever you see that symbol, you know you have someone looking out for you. Loyalty in the Blood Dragons runs deep. If you're in trouble, my squad will keep you safe."

"You have the audacity to walk into my bar, put your hands on my woman, and threaten me?" Loid practically growled. "You must be out of your God damn mind. This is your final warning: leave and, if you know what's good for you, don't ever come near her again. Don't even look at her or I'll pluck your eyeballs right out of your head."

The three men looked around and realized how outnumbered they were. They turned and headed for the exit, eyes following them until the doors to the bar shut. Once they were gone, the soldiers standing took their seats again and went back to drinking as if nothing had happened. Among the squad members, all was back to normal. The hostility surrounding Loid subsided, but the tension was still uncomfortably noticeable.

"Andrew, take their keys," Loid ordered without turning to look at the others.

"Sorry ladies," Andrew apologized. For the first time, Yor realized the hulking man had been standing beside her. He held his hand out to Camilla. "It's best you do it. You're drunk and he isn't too happy."

"Why? He thinks he can just swoop in and tell us what to do because he scared some guys off?" Camilla mumbled.

"Hand them over," Loid demanded. "Unless you prefer a ride home in the back of a cop car."

His voice was icy, sending shivers down Yor's spine. He must be really mad. Camilla must have felt the same since she stopped protesting and handed her keys to Andrew.

"Let's go. Andrew, we'll drop Ms. Price and her car off first."

"You got it," Andrew acknowledged with a nod.

The group followed Loid, who still had yet to meet any of them in the eye, out the door.

"You're going to let him talk to you like that?" Camilla asked irritably. "Aren't you his superior?"

"In military matters, yea, I out rank him. However, at this bar, he's my boss."

"A bar doesn't seem like his thing though," Millie noted.

"It's not. The place was a g…"

"Hey, Andrew, are you planning on flapping your lips all day or can we get going? I'd like to get some sleep," Loid barked. "Quit dawdling you big dumb ape."

"You're the idiot that insisted on driving sixteen hours straight, you God damn maniac! So why don't you relax a little?"

What little sobriety Yor was holding onto was beginning to fade quickly as they stood by and listened to Loid and Andrew yell at each other. Her head started to spin again and she felt like throwing up. There was a ringing in her ears that was making this headache much worse as well. Loid put her in his car before shutting the door and heading back to the small group. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could tell Loid was mad. His body language was sharp and she could actually make out some of the things he was saying. When walked back to the car, he had an angry look on his now red face.

"I don't feel good," Yor groaned as Loid got into the driver's seat.

"I know you don't," Loid soothed. He reached over to buckle her seatbelt for her. "We're going to go somewhere so you can get some rest."

"You're not supposed to be here. You're coming home tomorrow."

"I came home to see you."

"Why?"

"Why?" Loid laughed. "Because I missed you." He placed a kiss on her forehead and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I was going to surprise you at home, but I was the one that got the surprise when my bartender told me there was a ruckus at my bar and the center of said ruckus was my girlfriend."

"Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad at you. I am, however, disappointed that you're using an illegal ID to illegally drink in my bar. I'm mad that being intoxicated due to the use of said illegal ID made you a target for those neanderthals to try to drag you off and do unspeakable things."

Yor groaned and rubbed her temples. "Loid, too many big words."

"All I'm saying is you need to be more careful. Luckily, my people recognized you and called me. But I can't say that'll always be the case. Especially when I'm deployed."

The sudden sinking feeling in Yor's chest. Knowing he was going to be deployed and accepting the fact we're two different things. It's that very thought that made her want to drink past her limits. Part of her wanted to cry, but she wasn't sure if it was because she was sad, scared or just drunk. Whatever the reason, her eyes stayed glued in the passing streetlights outside her window. It was making her head spin more, but better than Loid seeing her cry.

"We're here," Loid announced as he parked his car. "Just stay right there. I'll help you out."

"You really don't have t…" Yor didn't get to finish her sentence. Loid was already out of the car and opening her door for her. "Thank you," she thanked as she slipped her hand into his.

"Careful," he cautioned as she started getting out of the car. As if on cue, the back of her shoe slipped on the edge of the car door and she fell into him. "Whoa. Are you ok?"

Yor looked up at him, their faces inches apart. Worry spread across his face. She couldn't help but think he liked so damn cute right now. She pushed herself on her tippy toes and caught his lips with her own. Usually their kisses were slow, soft and passionate. The urgency would intensify, but slowly. This kiss was different. It began with urgency and only got more intense. Her heart raced and her head was spinning.

"Can you take me upstairs?"

"Yor, your friends convinced me not to take you home so your grandfather wouldn't get mad, but I think it might be best if I did. I don't know if I can control myself if I don't."

"Who said you had to?"

"On your left. I said on your left. Your other left, you idiot!"

"Stop yelling at me!"

"This is a shooting game and you're in the Army. How are you this terrible?!"

"You're a bully! Leave me alone!"

Yor's head felt like it had been split into tiny little pieces and whoever was shouting wasn't helping at all. She had a dream last night. She drank too much and Loid came in and saved her from getting dragged off by some guys. He called her his woman. His woman. Why did that make her body tingle?

BANG! BANG!

Ugh. Why was it so loud? And bright? Someone needed to turn off the light. Or was that the sun? What is that smell? This didn't smell like her laundry detergent, but it was oddly familiar. Yor begrudgingly opened her eyes, flinching when the sun hit her eyes.

"I'm never drinking again," she groaned as she rubbed her eyes.

Once her vision cleared up, she looked around the room. Her heart started racing. Where the hell was she? She definitely wasn't in her room. For one thing, it was eerily clean. Not a thing out of place. Everything in here also looked so…masculine. There was a bookshelf with comics, mangas, and action figures. The sheets and comforter were dark, neutral colors. As she sat up, she realized that she wasn't wearing her own clothes. Instead, she was wearing a grey t-shirt that was far too big for her and a pair of shorts that were equally too large. She needed to figure out where she was and what was going on.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and immediately regretted it. Her head spun a little and her body felt so sore. She sat there for a moment and thought about the situation at hand. She couldn't remember much from last night. She remembered someone grabbing her, but when the fear and alcohol set in, her mind blocked out everything that happened after that. Fact one, she was drunk last night. Fact two, she woke up in someone else's bed and someone else's clothes. Fact three, her body was sore. What could these three things mean?

Yor gasped and covered her mouth. It couldn't be. This was like a scene out of a romance movie or novel. Did she…she couldn't have…

In her mind, all things pointed to one thing: she slept with someone last night.

How could she be so reckless? What was her grandfather going to say? What was Loid going to say? He was coming home today! How could she do this to him? He definitely is going to break up with her. She needed to find her phone and call him. Maybe if she explained it to him first they could talk things through. She found her phone on the nightstand charging. At least they were nice enough to charge her phone. Next, her clothes. Unfortunately, those were not as easy to find. She half expected her clothes to be scattered about the floor.

They had to be somewhere. Perhaps the bathroom? She looked down at herself. The clothes were too big, but they covered what they needed to. She headed to the door and peeked out into the hall. The sound effects from a video game were all she could hear. It was odd no one was wondering about the weird woman in the room at the end of the hall. This guy was casually playing video games while his one night stand slept?

"WHO SUCKS NOW?!" someone laughed maniacally.

Wait. She knew that voice.

"Go eat dog shit, Frankie." She definitely knew that voice.

"Don't be a sore loser."

She hurried down the hall. Was it really him?

"I'm not a sore loser. I just don't like when I don't win."

"That;s the literal definition of a sore loser."

"Best two out of three."

Yor watched as Loid's knuckles turned white as he gripped his controller. He was casually leaning against a few pillows and a folded blanket on the couch wearing sweats and a t-shirt. Did someone sleep out here?

"We already played twice and I won both times," Frankie pointed out.

"Then change the game."

"No. This is the one game I can beat you at."

"You want to fist fight for real and see who wi…" Loid trailed off when he noticed Yor. He immediately sat up and put his controller down. "Yor, good morning."

Frankie turned around and smirked. "Oh you're just in time to see your boyfriend cry like a little…" He paused when he realized Loid was right behind him with a clenched fist. "AH! Help! Abuse! Yor, save me! He's a terrible sore loser and a bully!"

"I haven't even touched you yet!"

"Yet?! See! It's premeditated!"

Loid rolled her eyes and walked past his flinching friend. "Good morning again, Yor," he smiled as he blocked Frankie's view of his girlfriend.

"Good morning," she greeted with a half-hearted smile. She knew she shouldn't be suspicious, but she was in an unfamiliar place with no recollection of the night before.

"Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast. It'll help with the hangover too."

"Um, sure, but can we talk first?"

He raised a brow, noticing she looked uncomfortable. "Of course." He turned to face Frankie, who was intently listening in on their conversation. "Hey, can you give us a few minutes?"

"Can't I just…" Frankie started, but was quickly cut off.

"A hundred bucks and you make yourself scarce for fifteen minutes."

"Oh would you look at that, I have an important call coming in." Frankie pulled his phone out of his pocket and headed for the front door. "You have my account info."

"Leave, Francis."

Frankie scurried out of the apartment, leaving Loid and Yor alone. "Well, this is my apartment," Loid said suddenly. "Not exactly how I thought your first visit would be, but it is what it…"

"Did we have sex last night?" Yor blurted out.

"...is."

An uncomfortable silence fell between them. Yor regretted asking him outright when she noticed the shocked expression on his face. She could have eased into the question or asked differently. Maybe she was still drunk. But she also wasn't thrilled that he wasn't answering her.

"Loid, did we? I was really drunk and I honestly don't…I don't remember."

"We did not."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't even have condoms."

"You could have…"

Loid shook his head and put his hand up. "Stop, no. Just…stop."

Suddenly, the distance between them felt they were miles instead of a few feet. The silence they usually enjoyed together was stiff now. She could feel the tension between them and it was very uncomfortable. He had a look on his face that Yor didn't recognize. No. She did recognize that face. She had seen it last night. It just wasn't directed at her…until now. He was angry. He truly did have an intimidating presence.

"Loid…"

"I'd never do that to you when you're in that state. I can't believe you think I would."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just…"

"I knew this was a bad idea. I should have just taken you home."

"Loid! I said I'm sorry! I didn't mean to accuse you of anything. I just don't remember what happened last night."

"You could have asked instead of…this."

She felt like crying. The only time that there was any sort of hostility between them was when she was upset with him when she overheard his conversation with her grandfather. Even then, Loid was calm. He didn't fight back. In the month and a half they'd been together, he never raised his voice or truly got upset with her. She didn't like this feeling. She felt guilty for being upset that she made him angry. She had no right to cry, but she couldn't help it.

Loid's expression changed as soon as the tears started welling up in her eyes. It was as if any anger in him was drained from him and replaced with sympathy.

"Hey, don't do that," he said as he closed the gap between them and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get upset. I'm not mad at you. I promise. Just please don't cry."

Yor buried her face in his chest as she let the tears flow. "Why are you saying sorry?" she sobbed. "I'm the one that accused you of taking advantage of me."

"Well, you were drunk. You don't remember. I've forgotten all about it myself."

"Liar."

"I am lying, but I'll bang my head against the wall til I forget if it makes you stop crying."

"Don't you dare!"

"Come sit with me for a sec." Loid let Yor go and took her hand before leading her to the couch. "I'm sorry I snapped. I shouldn't have done that, but you thinking I would ever do something without your conscious permission hurt. You, Yor Briar, are the most important person in my life. I can't bear the thought of you thinking I'm like that scumbag from the bar."

"I don't think you're anything like those people, I swear!" She couldn't help but get emotional. Even when she was in the wrong, he was comforting her. Why? "I'm the one that jumped to conclusions. Maybe I watched too many dramas…or rom-coms. Can you tell me what really happened?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"I'm missing an entire night of my life, Loid. I need to know."

Loid thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. "You attacked me."

Yor stared at her boyfriend blankly. Did she hear correctly? "What do you mean by 'attacked' you?"

Loid scrunched his face, trying to find the right words. "Well, we got to the parking lot and you fell out of the car. Then you started kissing me before asking me to take you upstairs. I managed to get you up here, but the second we were in the door you were all over me again. I'll admit I got really into it too, so I'll share the blame but I did try to stop it until you grabbed me and passed out."

"I did what?!"

Loid grinned and pointed to his crotch. "You grabbed the front of my pants and passed out."

"Liar!"

"Why would I lie about you falling asleep after grabbing my pe…"

Yor quickly covered Loid's mouth as her face turned bright red. Her first experience touching a man down there and not only did she not remember, she fell asleep immediately.

"I can't believe I was that drunk," Yor groaned.

"You hurt my pride," he feigned hurt as he pulled her hand from his mouth, "but all we did was have a heated make out session. Though changing you out of the clothes you puked on was a challenge."

"I threw up too?" Yor dropped her head when Loid nodded. "This is it, isn't it? We're over. I've embarrassed myself, sexually assaulted you, and hurt your pride. You probably never want to see me again. Even if you do, how am I supposed to look you in the eye?"

"Ah come on now, darlin," Loid comforted as he pulled her into a hug. "You were very gentle. Very soft hands on a very delicate area."

"How can you be making jokes right now? I never wanted you to see me like that."

"I expect to never see you like that again. Drunk I mean. The sexual aggression was…interesting."

"Pervert."

"Who grabbed whose penis?"

"Loid!"

Loid lifted her chin and leaned down to kiss her. "How about a PG-13 version of last night and we call it even?"

"Are you soliciting me?"

"I'm trying to make out with you."

"What about Frankie?"

"I'd rather not make out with Frankie." Loid pulled Yor into his lap so she was facing him and wrapped his arms around her waist as he started trailing kisses down to her neck.

"I don't think this is PG-13."

"Mm, wanna tip the rating to R?" he mumbled against her skin as his hands found the hem of her shirt, his fingers grazing her skin lightly.

"Loid…"

"Be careful how you say my name. I'm really struggling here."

Yor's breath started to get heavy. She was positive he could hear her heart beating wildly, but she didn't care. Flashes of the night before slowly flooded her mind like a highlight reel. She almost didn't even recognize herself. Sure things occasionally got hot and heavy between them, but she was sure if she hadn't passed out she would have done more with Loid whether he wanted her to or not. Instinctively, she ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing a fist full when she got to the back of his head. She wasn't sure what came over her, but she yanked his head back so he was looking up at her.

She was shocked that she had done that all, but even more shocked when he grinned up at her. She wondered if he was into this sort of thing. Guessing by the thing poking her butt, he really liked it.

"Oh, drunk Yor is back," he teased.

"You're so mean."

She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. She kissed him greedily, needing more of him. This was the point one of them usually stopped things from going further, but neither pulled back. Neither wanted this to end. Yor wondered how far this would go. She may not have outwardly told him that she was ready, but her actions told him she wanted him in a very carnal way.

Almost as if the virginity gods were listening, fate stepped in and interrupted them before things went too far. Rather, Frankie walked in and interrupted them.

"Hey Loid, I got news about…" Frankie trailed off upon seeing his best friend and his girlfriend in a compromising position.

Loid immediately pulled his hands from under Yor's shirt as she quickly climbed off his lap and faced away from Frankie. She was sure her entire face and ears were red. She was sure she was going to die of embarrassment. Last night she groped her boyfriend, puked and passed out. Now his best friend walked in on them while they were making out like horny teenagers. Frankie must think she was a promiscuous woman.

"Hm seems I interpreted something," Frankie teased.

Loid pushed himself off the couch. "Shut up," he mumbled. "Come on. Let's talk in my office. Yor, we won't be long. I washed your clothes and they're on the dryer in the bathroom. If you want to change, we can go out and get breakfast instead before I take you home."

"Oh, you were going to take me home already?" Yor asked. It wasn't hard to tell she was disappointed. She wanted to spend more time with him today, but she always wanted to continue what they were doing a moment ago.

"I have something to take care of, but if you're free I'd love to take you out once I'm done. I figured you would want to shower and change while you waited."

"Ok. I'll get changed then." She was glad she was facing away from them when she felt Loid kiss the top of her head because they weren't able to see how much redder her face was.

"Your amount of affection is disgusting," Frankie grumbled as he and Loid retreated to the next room.

"You must really want me to break your knee caps," Loud threatened.

"So loving yet terrifying."

Yor waited for the sound of the door shutting before getting her clothes and going to Loid's room to change. She sat on the edge of his bed after changing her clothes and reflected on what happened in the last twelve hours. She was actually ashamed of herself for how she was acting. She prided herself for being modest, but her actions of late were anything but modest. The same went for Loid. In public, he had a very clean cut, strict look. But when they were alone, he was a very different person - especially when things heated up between them. That Loid she could handle (for now), but it was Angry Loid that sent shivers down her spine. Even Captain Sherwood backed down last night and he was almost twice the size as Loid.

Maybe she didn't know Loid as well as she thought.

Yor pushed the thought to the back of her mind and sat up. They really hadn't known each other that long, so of course there were things about him that were going to surprise her. She just had to stop thinking so pessimistically. Loid wasn't like the other guys she dated in the past. He actually felt bad for making her cry. He didn't dump her because she wasn't ready to have sex. He was patient. She threw herself at him last night, but he refused to take advantage of the situation. He was a good man.

She was heading back to the living room when she heard Loid and Frankie in the room next door.

"99% match. No question it's them," Frankie said. "What did you want to do?"

"I'll take care of it," Loid replied.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Sylvia will lose her shit if something happens and ruins your promotion. I get you feel disrespected, but you don't think clearly and get yourself into trouble."

"I'm not the one that was disrespected."

"Even more reason to go about this a different way. Loid, don't you think you're being reckless?"

Yor didn't realize that she had moved closer to the door until it swung open and she was face to face with Loid. He stared at her for a moment with a blank expression.

"I didn't see you there," Loid suddenly smiled. Yor quickly glanced past him at Frankie. The shorter man had a disgruntled look on his face. "Were you waiting long?"

"Oh, no, I just came out," she lied. She couldn't tell him that she was eavesdropping.

"Ah. Let me change really quick and we'll head out ok?"

She nodded, earning another smile from Loid as he headed to his room.

"You heard," Frankie stated flatly. "He'll buy it because you said it, but I know you heard. How much?"

"It really wasn't much. You called him reckless. Was it because of me?"

Frankie just stared at her. That's all she needed to know the answer to her question.

"He's a good guy. He just gets really protective of the people that he loves."

Loves?

"I sent the file over. Take care of this quickly and quietly."

"Got it. Oh. He's from another squad under the Captain. This is…"

"Start from the outer ranks and draw him out. He won't stay quiet for long. Not when his men and pride are involved."

"What about these two? The women?"

"What about them? There are other ways to get to them without punching them."

"Understood."

He leaned back in his chair as the other man left the room, a smile creeping across his face as he stared at the file in front of him.

"Loid Forger, it's been a long time," he grinned. "It's time someone knocked you down a notch or two. This is going to be fun."