CHAPTER 22

RECOVERING FROM THE HAZE

"Jason, when the doctor said I should be in observation, I'm sure he didn't mean that I needed to be followed everywhere all the time" Dianna told him, annoyed, when he went with her to the bathroom and waited outside for her to pee. She was really glad that she wasn't having any intestinal issues that day, and that she really only wanted to pee.

"Better safe than sorry" he casually said, "You could feel dizzy and fall".

"Oh, come on, I'm a lot better. It's been almost 24 hours" she walked the hallway of the building they were staying in Serbia. She was hungry and thought about getting something to eat, so she got into the kitchen and opened the cabinets.

"What are you in a mood for?" Jason asked, leaning on the counter of the kitchen.

"Hum… cookies" she muttered.

Brock was next to her, and opened a tall cabinet for her, grabbing a package of cookies. "Here, Dianna" he charmingly gave her the package, and she couldn't help but to smile back at him. He was really thoughtful and kind. "Thanks, Brock" she said, affectionate.

"Jesus" Jason told her, jealous, following her out of the kitchen, "I could have taken that for ya. You just had to ask" he grinned at her, standing at the entrance of her bedroom.

She stared at him, getting into the bedroom. "Jealous?" she teased, fully aware that Jason always felt jealous of Brock. She gave the package of cookies to Jason, and he instinctively opened for her while she sat on her bed.

"Well" he got into her bedroom, closing the door, "He is quite charming, I'll have to admit" he gave the package back to her and sat on her bed, "and women are always sighing around him, all the time. And he has the dog" he gestured, like Brock was the top guy.

His jealousy made Dianna remember how soft he is on the inside. "Well, the ladies are always sighing around you too, I don't see much of a difference".

He smirked. He hesitated, but then asked, "Do you?"

Dianna pretended to not understand the question. "Do I what" she avoided eye contact, suddenly very aware that they were alone, in her bedroom, with the door closed.

Jason shook his head and got up from the bed. Dianna noticed the mood changing, so she put the cookie package down on the bedside table.

"You know" Jason took off his sneakers, and suddenly started to open his belt, looking at Dianna, with hungry eyes, "if you just admitted you have a huge crush on me", then he took of his t-shirt, pulling from the front, which turned Dianna on immediately, "we could be spending this time together in a more… pleasurable way". He finished talking, and stood still, while she was paralyzed, looking at him.

"Well?" Jason stared at her, shirtless, with his belt and pants opened, waiting for her.

"I… yes" Dianna finally could say. "I think that's a better way".

Jason nodded. "Good". He walked to her, then made her kneel on the bed and kissed her, passionately, and she could feel his chest and moaned. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it, then started to pull her pants down, and Dianna helped, pulling her panties down too, because she was desperate for him.

Jason grinned at her, noticing how anxious she was, and he pulled his pants and boxers down too, then he made her kneel on the bed again but turned her with her back to him.

"Do you trust me?" he huskily asked in her ear, and she only got wetter.

"Yes" she answered, whispering.

Jason kept her t-shirt on, because she still had a bandage around her chest and couldn't move it, but it didn't stop him at all. He knelt behind her and put his hand between her legs, feeling her wetness, then opened her legs a bit.

"I'd like to fuck you now" he stated in her ear, and Dianna just nodded, not even knowing what to say. He instantly pushed his erection inside of her, between her folds, holding her waist with his arm. She moaned immediately, then he pushed again, this time harder, and she moaned much louder than she wanted.

"You know what I want" Jason said in her ear, "Say my name, Dianna"

He thrust even harder and deeper. "Jason" she immediately said, trying to not say it too loud.

"U-hum" Jason muttered, kissing her neck and thrusting again.

Dianna heard a knock on her door.

"Hey, are you awake?" Jason said.

Dianna was paralyzed and confused.

"Dianna?" Jason knocked again.

Dianna looked around and she realized she was alone, kneeling on her bed. She started to shiver. She looked down and saw she had her pants on, so she was confused. She lost time, or memories. Or both.

She quickly got up from the bed and walked to the door, opening it just to confirm. It really was Jason.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked, noticing her confused face.

Dianna was desperate, and pulled him inside, grabbing his arm, and closing and locking her bedroom door.

Jason now was confused too, and he didn't know if he was supposed to get naked or if she wanted to tell him something terrible, because her face was filled with fear.

She came close to him and grabbed his t-shirt with her hands, pulling him close, in a very sexy way.

"Where were you? Just now" she asked.

Jason was confused again. "We were downstairs cleaning the weapons. I told you that".

"Yes, I remember" she thought for a second. "But after you got back"

"I'm… here. I just got back" he gestured, pointing at the floor. Then stared at her, "Are you having another symptom of the concussion?"

She ignored him and looked at the cookie package. "Brock" she told Jason, and his face shut down.

"Brock what" he asked, grumpy, but Dianna almost ran to the kitchen. Brock was there, calmly eating cereal.

"Hey Brock. Did you charmingly just handed me a package of cookies?" Dianna asked, and Jason now was dying of jealousy.

He stopped eating his cereal. "Yes I did", he charmingly answered.

"Was Jason here with me? When you did that" Dianna asked, anxious, and Jason put his hands on his hips, curious.

"No" Brock looked at her, confused.

"Is he now?" Dianna asked, just to make sure, and now Jason raised his arms, indignant.

Brock glanced to the side. "No".

"Oh my God". Dianna was shocked, and didn't want to look up again. She licked her lips and stared at the floor. "Brock, could you please, please, get me Davis and Jason, please? Just… please."

"Well, she is concussed" the second Navy doctor concluded again, raising his shoulders. "Yes, I know that" Dianna harshly told him, "But I want to know if these hallucinations will stop".

The doctor raised his shoulders again. "The CT-Scan showed no bleeding in your brain, and no important swelling either. So it probably just swelled a bit. And you're having no other symptoms besides the hallucinations. We recommend at least 48 hours of observation, and you've been only in 24 hours. So we should wait and see, ok?"

Davis and Jason, or at least who Dianna thought was Jason, had their arms crossed, concerned.

"But", Dianna was still anxious, "how will I know if I'm talking to the real person or not?"

The doctor raised his shoulders again. "You probably won't know. If the hallucinations are really vivid. Since you only hallucinated with Hayes here, maybe you could just avoid seeing him for at least one day, to be sure. And also, to confirm that the hallucinations stopped or not".

Jason got interested in the conversation. He and Davis waited outside while Dianna talked to the doctor, so she wouldn't get confused, and he only knew now that she hallucinated exclusively with him. "Oh. You didn't hallucinate with anyone else?"

Dianna ignored him for a few seconds, and Davis said. "Jason is talking to you, Dianna. The real one".

Dianna kept quiet, looking away.

"Davis and Hayes are really here, ma'am, you can talk to them", the doctor explained.

"Oh. Ok" Dianna finally said, turning to them. "Good. You're really here".

Davis got closer to her, she was immensely worried. "Look, maybe you should stay in your bedroom, you know, mostly alone, until-"

"Oh no, I don't recommend to leave her alone" the doctor interrupted, "she could have some other symptom in the meantime".

"For Christ sake, then what the hell do we do here?" Jason was annoyed.

The doctor thought for a while. "You could rotate" he said, joyful.

The three of them didn't understand and looked at him.

"Well, one of you goes from here to her bedroom and stays there, then another one shows up and the first one confirms that the second one is real, and so on" he explained.

"Hum" Davis said, "It could work", and the three of them nodded.

"Look, I just don't want to be a burden, I'm obviously going to disturb your work". Dianna felt terrible.

"Oh, come on, you're only concussed because you took the prisoner to the roof and found out everything about the attack, again. You saved probably us and everyone. Again" Jason said, affectionate.

"Yes, it's the least we can do. And right now, we're still gathering intel. I don't know if there will be any op until tomorrow, probably not". Davis added.

"Davis, Blackburn needs you. Some new intel has arrived" Jason knocked on Dianna's bedroom, getting inside after Dianna and Davis said he could come in. "I'll stay here ok", he said, and Davis nodded, walking to the door.

"Davis?" Dianna anxiously called, while Jason sat on her bed, in a very similar way that he did in her first hallucination. The only difference is that now it was already dark outside and she had her bedside lamp on.

Davis chuckled. "Yes, it's real Jason sitting on your bed. Be back when I can, bye".

They kept quiet for a few seconds, and Jason took off his sneaker. In a very similar way he did in her first hallucination.

"What are you doing" she asked, alarmed.

He looked at her, amused. "Taking my shoes off. But I can put them back on if you think my feet smell that bad" he joked.

She chuckled, "No, that's ok. You can take them off".

They kept quiet, again, and she remembered the best parts of her hallucination. And what the fake Jason told her then.

"You know" Dianna gathered courage, and Jason looked at her, "you said once that I kept ignoring you when I started to work with you".

"Yes. You did that" he smirked. "But that's ok, you didn't want to kiss my ass" he chuckled, and the cute smile reappeared. Dianna got more eager.

"Yes, I said that was the reason, but that wasn't the only reason".

Jason stared, and felt his heart skip a beat.

"I, hum, had a crush on you. Like, after a few days. And then I thought you were married. To Emma" she softly chuckled, "So…".

"Did you, now" Jason said, slightly smiling and looking down.

"Well, yes" she admitted, blushing and looking down.

He kept quiet. "Not anymore?" he asked, still looking down.

She took a second to understand his question, but he looked up and stared at her, stern.

He stood up and walked to the bedroom door, locking it, then came back and stood in front of her, still serious. In a very similar way that he did in her first hallucination. Unlike her hallucination, though, he kept his clothes on and didn't repeat his question.

She felt very courageous, maybe a side effect of having her head almost blown up by a missile, but she also felt very attracted to him, so she stood up, came closer to him, and took his hand. Jason thought that was a cute gesture, but suddenly she put his hand inside her sweatpants, between her legs, and he instantly gasped, still looking at her face. She wasn't wearing panties and she was really wet.

Dianna hesitated, because she thought that Jason would ravage her as soon as she put his hand there, but he just stood still for about three seconds. She thought maybe he didn't want her, or wasn't in a mood, or something, so she pulled his hand out.

"What are you doing?" Jason suddenly asked, and she felt confused.

"I… it's ok if you don't want me" she admitted, but feeling very humiliated.

He laughed, and came really, really close. "Well, I'm sorry to make you wait, but I was just thinking about in what ways I wanted to fuck you right now", he said in a husky and dangerous voice, and Dianna shivered.

He put his fingers on his mouth and sucked her wetness, then he calmly took his t-shirt off, pulling it from the front as Dianna loved, and grabbed her waist, kissing her eagerly and leaving her breathless, then he quickly knelt and pulled down her sweatpants, throwing it far away, and took his pants and boxers off too. Then he sat on her bed, with his back on the headboard, and gestured to his erection at her, with hungry eyes.

"Now if you could please, Dianna, sit on me, I'd be very appreciative of you". He repeated almost the same words as she said to him during their fight in Mongolia, but he wasn't joking, he was discreetly commanding, like she did that day to him.

She smirked and, pulsating, made her way to the bed, still with her t-shirt on, and she straddled him, and slowly lowered herself on his erection, and they both moaned, low, so no one outside the bedroom could hear.

She waited a few seconds to get used to his size inside of her, while Jason looked at her light and freckled face and squeezed her butt. She shivered, because the sensation of him inside of her was better than in her hallucination. He asked her, with a shaky voice. "I need you to move like you did the first time we kissed".

She smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted, and she held his face with her hands and kissed him, feeling his warm face on hers, while she moved up and against him, in slow waves, grazing his whole body with hers, and making him shiver and moan immediately, with his lips on hers.

He put his hands on her hips and pressed his fingers harder on her, and she then finished her movement slightly harder, making both of them grunt each time.

She felt him shiver and pulsate inside of her, and she wanted to come with him, so she moved harder and faster. Jason knew he wouldn't last much more, so he pressed her clit with his thumb, moving in circles, hard, and she moaned louder too.

He licked his lips. "I love how you move" he confessed with a husky voice, because he was losing his mind.

She softly chuckled, between their grunts. "And I love your hands" she confessed, so close to her orgasm, and he smiled to her and pressed his thumb harder, while pressing his other hand on her waist harder too.

Dianna moved a couple more times, harder and faster, with his rough fingers pressing her, and came, hard, contracting her walls around him, and muffling her moan with his lips. And Jason gladly came with her, releasing a deep grunt, when he felt her contracting around him, emptying himself inside of her.

They lazily kissed while they waited for their hearts to stop racing.

"I truly hope this wasn't a hallucination" Dianna joked, but she meant it.

Jason looked at her, stern, and pulled a lock of her hair off her face. "Me too".

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