CHAPTER 67

SCARY GOOD

Jason walked fast with his bag, as fast as he could without running, and he bumped into Jessica on his way out of the gear cabin.

"Hey Jace, something's wrong?" she affectionately asked, blocking his way. But he had no time to seduce her now.

"Not at all, I just remembered that I needed to take some stuff to the laundry" he quickly explained, walking fast around her.

"Oh. Okay, I thought you guys had some urgent op-"

"No, nothing. All good" he loudly said, raising his hand as a goodbye without turning. "We'll talk tomorrow" he added, still not turning.

Jessica watched as Jason walked fast, and he seemed flustered but determined. She was hoping that he and Dianna had a fight, since he left in such a hurry. But he was walking so fast that she couldn't follow him this time.

Jason was a little breathless when he nervously shoved the key in the lock, and loudly opened the door, but quickly closed it so no one could peek Dianna inside. He really liked what he saw in there. She was lazily looking at her phone, still laying on her stomach, and raised her feet up, slowly swinging them in the air. Totally relaxed. She turned when she heard him coming in and locking the door, and smiled, joyful.

"Okay, please don't move" he pleaded, while he quickly took off his sweatshirt and wore his camo uniform, then his white cover for snow over it, and also over his pants. He'd have two pants to open now, but it would be worth it.

Dianna slightly rolled on the bed, just a little, to see Jason walking to her in all his glory. Snowy glory.

"Oh God. I'm such a frog hog" she joked, because she was completely wet just by looking at Jason, especially now that his beard was longer.

Jason huskily exhaled, right next to the bed. "Maybe. But you'remyfrog hog".

Dianna licked her lips, slightly smiling. "You might need to open those pants, soldier" she demanded, and he smirked with a hungry stare, while opening the cover and the camo pants under it.

He took off his shoes and knelt on the bed behind Dianna, and watched as she lowered her legs around his, turning her face to look at him.

"What do you want to do now, Jason?" she asked, curious, and stretched her arms up again, comfortably waiting for him.

Jason licked his lips, releasing his erection and looking down to her body.

"What doyouwant, Dianna?" he huskily asked, waiting. She frowned, and he explained. "You wanted me in this uniform. What else did you want me to do?"

She stared at him, serious. He couldn't see from that distance, but her pupils were completely dilated.

"Are you tired?" she teased.

"No. Never for this, for sure" he dangerously chuckled.

"Well, then. First, I'd like you to be Bravo One. Rough. Hard" she stated, and Jason gasped. "But after that, I'll need you one more time. Do you think you can handle it?"

Jason was already climbing on top of Dianna.

"I can fuck you all night, if you want to" he promised, and that's a promise he was sure he could keep.

"Alright, then" Dianna mumbled, and peacefully rested her cheek on her arm, still looking at him. "Go on".

Jason breathed in and moved an arm to wrap her stomach, and the other hand he moved to her core, but of course he didn't need to check, she was very ready for him. He squeezed her butt and raised her hips a little. He looked down and slowly rubbed his erection between her buttocks, and Dianna shuddered.

"You would do it" he mumbled with a monotone voice, looking down at her butt, with his erection pulsating between her buttocks. He shuddered with the view.

"U-hum" she said, smiling, and held the blanket firmly in her hands, waiting. "Because I know you'd never hurt me" she explained.

"No, I wouldn't" he lowered his torso until his lips were on her cheek, and reached his hand to hold her right hand. He suddenly slipped in her middle finger her rose gold ring, that he brought in his pocket earlier, in case she forgave him again. That ring was turning out to be the symbol of their relationship status, almost like a wedding ring. "And I'm happy that you know that" he moved his hand back to guide his erection from her butt to her core, and immediately pushed into her, both of them moaned. He firmly held her hips, burying his member inside of her.

"I'm so happy that I met you" she stated, moving one of her hands to his head and gently messing his hair. Jason still had his lips on her cheek. Dianna reached her other hand to turn on a song in her phone, loud. She didn't want her cabin neighbor to hear their sounds, and chose an appropriate song to muffle them. Jason recognized it and laughed at her, she was so weird.

"I've been here all night" Dianna sang with Ariana. It wasn't a fast rhythm, but she couldn't miss the joke. Jason immediately started to thrust into her, scratching his rough uniform on her delicate skin. "I've been here all day" then she stopped to moan, and Jason was huskily groaning too, smiling. "...walking side to side" she tried to laugh but Jason thrust harder and it came out choppy.

Dianna continued mumbling the song and moaning, and glanced to the wall on the opposite side of the bed, where the cabin had a square mirror. It reflected the bed from the side, and she didn't notice that before. She loved to look at Jason's cute or dangerous face and amazing body while he had sex with her, but the view of Jason in his full snow uniform relentlessly fucking her, completely naked, from behind, was incredible. She could even see his happy and aroused face in the reflection. And Dianna felt Jason grazing his uniform against her skin, and releasing choppy moans and grunts while doing it. It didn't take long for her to twitch and be close to her orgasm.

"This is too good, Dianna" Jason suddenly mumbled between grunts and groans, because he was losing his mind.

"So I take it that you're not bored anymore?" she teased, slightly squirming her legs because she was close, and Jason adjusted the angle so he could thrust even deeper on her sensitive spot, and Dianna loudly moaned.

"I'm so happy that you're here" Jason buried his face on her hair and pressed her hips, thrusting so fast and hard that he could barely speak. "I'mtoohappy" he sounded vulnerable and terrified, and Dianna knew what he meant. He was afraid something terrible would happen again. She closed her eyes and disheveled his hair, then Jason thrust harder and deeper a few times, grunting, and Dianna came, almost screaming her moan, which she tried to muffle on the blanket. Jason came almost at the same time as her, muffling his husky groan on Dianna's hair. He was still shuddering while he emptied himself inside of her.

Jason was trying to catch his breath when he glanced to his side and saw their reflection in the small mirror, and he blinked. It was distant, but he still thought that it was a great view, and he felt very powerful and big, taking Dianna's small and delicate body from behind. She was raising her head, still with one arm stretched, and breathless. Jason blinked and looked down at her.

"You good?" Jason affectionately asked, softly kissing her freckled cheek. She hummed.

"I'm great. I'mdefinitelya frog hog, Jason" Dianna informed him, chuckling, and he chuckled too. "I think I need a quick break" she admitted.

Jason nodded and came out from her, rolling to the bed, and Dianna rolled until she laid next to him, with her hand on his chest, still covered with the uniform.

"Are you thirsty? I have a few bottles of water here" she offered, and Jason nodded, of course he was. Dianna smiled and put on her nightgown again, then got a bottle of water for him, while he sat on the bed. "Got cookies too" she grabbed and gave him a package, and he smiled at her, of course he was hungry.

Dianna watched Jason drinking many sips of water, then eating a couple of cookies from the package.

"I lied to you earlier" she suddenly blurted, and Jason frowned, still chewing. "Something bothered me during my interrogations last month" she exhaled, with a sad demeanor.

Jason swallowed, he was sitting with his back on the wall, and Dianna sat next to him.

"What happened?" he asked, concerned. Dianna always looked so even-minded.

"Do you know why some types of psychological tortures work just as much, or better, than the physical ones?" she asked him, and he shook his head. He knew he'd tell her.

"It's the humiliation, mostly. It's the feeling that someone else has control over what wethink, more than over our body. A person that is humiliated to their limit can be broken in ways that they may never be emended, and the person suffering the humiliation knows that, feels that, and is terrified of reaching their limit, of being broken. So they blurt and confess to pretty much anything, even before they actually suffer the torture. A body usually can be fixed, but our minds not always" she explained, glancing at him, serious. Jason felt chills down his spine, that was true. He knew that if he were captured he could break, eventually, and all Seals hoped to never get caught, because of the physical torture they'd probably endure. But there were no special training to endure some types of humiliations. Especially because Seals were extremely proud people.

"Did you talk to someone tortured there?" Jason asked, confused, but Dianna shook her head.

"I interrogated members of Boko Haram that tortured their captives. They specialized in it" she explained, then stopped. Jason swallowed, because he imagined what kinds of tortures they executed.

"You can talk to me about it" he said, preparing himself mentally.

Dianna pouted. "To be honest, I don't think that would help. Because you know exactly what kind of torture they did. Toanyone. They know no limits. What I'm wondering is, why are we still so shaken by this type of humiliation? I mean, it exists since forever, and it has been used as a punishment and torture during war times, always" she explains, but Jason kept quiet. He didn't know the answer.

"I think it's almost an idea imposed on us. We grow up reading books and seeing movies about it, or people saying that it is worst than death, and it influences us in a bad way, perhaps. People can't let go of the humiliation they suffered, because they had been taught that their pride is more important than their lives. Warriors say that all the time. But maybe the fact that you're alive should mean more" she turned to him.

"To me, my pride is more important than my life. Not in that way, I mean, I don't know, but I would never want to shame my country, being a traitor for instance" Jason admitted, pensive.

"Yes, but you think of pride in a positive way, like honor. I'm thinking that the governments should focus more on this subject, so they could treat those that were tortured in that way because of war. It's different than when it's because the perpetrator wanted to use the victim for his own pleasure and just that. The torturers just do it for the sake of humiliating and breaking the victims, and to be worse, the victims usually never get justice back, never know what happened to the torturers".

"Perhaps you could talk to the psychiatrists from the Navy. They sure must have a lot of studies to start with" Jason suggested, to see if it helped. Dianna was obviously thinking about this for weeks.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I just wish the U.S. government, and others, could take the cases of these countries too. Help the victims somehow" she exhaled, then looked at Jason, still with the package of cookies in his hand. "I'm sorry if I bummed you, but I told you about this because I want you to understand how important it is what you did. What you do" she explained, now smirking at him.

Dianna got up from the bed and stood in front of him, then took his hand, pulling him out of the bed. Jason stood up, confused, and put the cookies on the table.

"You once told me that I saved your soul when I explained why you're not a bad person" she had affectionate eyes, and blinked. "And I just wanted to remind you of how many people you must have helped, with each op that may sound meaningless sometimes. Most of the times you don't calculate how much harm only one of these terrorists can inflict, but I tell you, the number of people they hurt and humiliate is a lot bigger than the number of people that they kill" she explained, and Jason slightly nodded. That was a lot of people. Dianna was grazing her finger on his face and lips, and suddenly she started to open the white cover of his uniform, then took it off his shoulders, placing it over a chair.

"And I'm sorry that you loose part of your soul at each kill, and have to see so much ugliness all the time" she frowned, now opening the white cover of his pants, and Jason watched her kneeling in front of him to take it off his feet, so he stepped out of it. He was wearing his full camo uniform now, similar to one he was wearing in the cages' room, only this was one in a lighter color, to match the desert in J-Bad.

Dianna stood up in front of him again, and grabbed the collar of his uniform, looking into his eyes and lightly smiling. "But believe me, just from the people you saved, you're getting a lot of relief and gratefulness in return. You just don't see it, but it's there" she reminded him, and he nodded, swallowing hard.

Jason hunched to kiss her, and she kissed his lips slowly, caressing his hair, while he embraced her close with his arms on her waist.

"Are you tired?" she quietly asked, affectionate. Jason slowly shook his head.

"No. Seriously" he answered, with a husky voice. She smirked at him.

"I'd like you to make love to me, then" Dianna shyly asked.

Jason cutely grinned at her, and slowly kissed her lips, while Dianna opened the buttons of his uniform. Jason shook it off his shoulders and stopped kissing her, holding the hem of her nightgown. He looked at her serious face, her cheeks were blushed and her hair disheveled and slightly wavy, just like he loved. Her lips were reddish from his kisses.

"I always made love to you, Dianna" he confessed, with a shaky voice. Dianna's heart skipped many beats.

"Me too" she confessed too, smiling. Jason smiled back at her, happy to hear that she felt the same way for him as he felt for her all this time. "I only made love to you. No one else" she continued her confession, before she could hold her tongue.

Jason's eyes darkened, and he felt his heart racing. Dianna was confessing that he was her first love, and it made him feel even more responsible for her. He slowly took off her silver nightgown and opened his camo pants, still standing in front of her. After he took off the pants and briefs, he hunched down and raised Dianna like a bride, carrying her to the bed. She loved the sensation and affectionately smiled at him. He placed her on the middle of the narrow bed and quickly took off the bottle of water that he had left close to the wall, chuckling, and Dianna chuckled with him. Jason was still smiling when he climbed on her and gently kissed her lips, already kneeling between her legs.

"Do you know what I told my therapist during one of those two sessions?" Jason suddenly mumbled, while trailing kisses on her collarbone and breasts.

"No. I told you, he didn't tell me" Dianna was confused.

Jason came back to look at her face and smiled to calm her down.

"I know. It's just that, I told him that I loved to protect you when we were together. And since you hurt me, I wanted someone who could be supportive, and real. Vulnerable. And grateful" he exhaled, and Dianna blinked, listening. Jason softly kissed her lips while raising her thighs with his hands, then he grazed the tip of his erection in her core.

"So you can see, Dianna, how I was suspicious at that time. Because you were too good to be true. But turns out, you're just like that. What I wanted" he exhaled, with a hungry stare, and pushed into her, slowly. They both moaned, and Dianna was already twitching with his words and gaze, and Jason felt it as he was entering her.

Dianna remembered that day when he kept repeating that while they had sex, after both of them caved in. When he forgave her for meddling with his therapist. Jason said she was 'just like that' and Dianna didn't understand at that time, but now it made sense.

"And all I wanted, Jason" she felt the urge to confess too, so she kissed his face while Jason slowly thrust into her, gasping, "was someone who could be understanding, for me to open up. Reliable. That could protect me, and that I wanted to take care of too. And also, a good guy, humble guy, that I would admire and be grateful to" she muttered to him, between her kisses, and Jason thrust a little faster with each virtue that Dianna gave him. She smirked at him in the end, and Jason eagerly kissed her.

"Please be careful Dianna" he suddenly said when he stopped their kiss, anxious, and she frowned.

"I'm not even leaving Camp, Jason. I needyouto be careful. Always" she was anxious too, she couldn't lose him.

"I will. U-hum. I promise" he was being sincere, he would try to be so careful, much more than he already was. He couldn't leave his kids alone in the world, didn't want to leave Dianna, and couldn't lose her either. He couldn't go through that again.

Dianna nodded at him, and closed her eyes, kissing his neck and disheveling his hair.

"It took me so long to find you, Jason. Please stay safe tomorrow" she mumbled, holding him closer and wrapping her legs around him, pressing her feet so he reached deeper inside of her. Jason grunt, thrusting much faster.

"Nothing will happen. We'll get them, dismantle the cell, go home" he tried to calm her down, but he suddenly felt anxious about the next op, even though it was supposed to be a relatively simpler one.

"And we'll use the jacuzzi" Dianna reminded him, trying to calm her heart down, and his mind too, because she felt he was anxious.

Jason softly chuckled, and cupped her breast with his hand, like he did in the jacuzzi.

"I'll need it, after the deployment. And the trees will be taller and leafier by then".

Dianna chuckled, a lot calmer now.

"We won't even need to wear bathing suits to get there" she seductively reminded him.

"Oh yes" Jason thrust much faster and harder, now dangerously chuckling while looking at her. "Those will be relaxing times, Dianna. Can't wait".

Dianna smiled at him and he naughtily smiled at her, with his face all red, and of course she reached her orgasm almost instantly, calling his name and wrapping him completely, inside and out, and Jason came with her, groaning Dianna's name while exploding and emptying himself inside of her.

They were both shuddering, too happy to stop smiling, while they caught their breaths.

Dianna sighed before getting inside another room to interrogate yet another tango, member of the terrorist cell that held the meeting where Samin recorded them with a crate filled with weapons. She wasn't able to interrogate all of them herself, so she was picking some to interrogate personally, and doing a quick second interrogation on some other ones, that were already interrogated by other CIA agents. She was tired as hell, and she had to do all of it fast because they didn't have enough space and man power in Camp Larkin to keep them all locked in until they confirmed the intel in some other way. It was already night, she had been interrogating for hours, since the prisoners were brought to Camp Larkin.

As usual, Dianna chose one of the 'no ones' to interrogate for a second time. The CIA agent labeled him as a no one, that is, but Dianna was suspicious of his answers. She didn't have time to watch the video, she just read the transcription, she needed to watch his reaction.

"Hello, sir" she said as soon as she walked in, with a translator close to her. She kept looking at the bearded man. He looked back at her. A woman. A western woman. In Afghanistan. With her hair uncovered… on purpose. She didn't want to be their friend this time, like the first time she interrogated a terrorist in Bogota, because these ones were fully aware she was their enemy by now. Which meant, she had to be conventional with her interrogations, and pay attention to the signs. Most Afghani men were uncomfortable being interrogated by a western woman, this one didn't seem to care, but wasn't puffing his chest either. He was trying to look humble, but he wasn't making a good job, at least not for her.

"You're saying this was one of the first meetings you attended" she started, and he kept looking at him, peaceful, while the translator talked to him. He waited until the translator finished and nodded, trying to be humble. Interesting how he didn't change expressions after he heard the translator. It's like he understood English.

"I need you to verbally answer the questions for the record" she said, bored, and he finally answered in pashto. He didn't want to look too suspicious, but the guy kept watching her attentively. He knew she was good at her job, or else she wouldn't be interrogating him for the second time. Therefore, he was an intelligent man. And probably, an important member of the group.

"Why do you hate the United States of America?" she calmly asked, bored, as if it was a pattern of questioning.

"They take our lands and control our government. We want to think for ourselves. Americans are the real dictators" he calmly explains, and his eye twitches when Dianna nods as soon as he finishes talking, before the translator starts to speak. He thinks she understands pashto now, which she doesn't, only a few words.

"What would be your plan of action, then?" she asks, now a little annoyed, patriot and defiant. He frowns before the translator starts to speak, and even the translator realizes it now. Dianna sighs. "You obviously understand English, so cut the crap. I want to know if you'd have a better idea, then. The Taliban attacked my country, which attacked yours back. In this case, I assume you want to attack them again. Then what? Would you take the U.S. as a colony, or…?" she shrugged, confused.

His face slightly twitches and he glances at the translator, waiting for him to finish talking, then shrugs. He's playing dumb now.

"Of course. You know you don't have the manpower to win the U.S. and do anything useful afterwards. You could bomb the entire country and make it useless, or fight it with numbers and take its wealth. You don't have the manpower, and won't have for decades, so you'll have to choose the first option. However, the ones lower in the hierarchy chain seek revenge, but that's all they might get. They won't be wealthier if they win. Their lives won't even change, if they survive a war. But yours will. The ones at the top. You are already wealthier, and have everything to gain" she smirked at him and raised her eyebrows, crossing her hands.

The terrorist stood still, glancing down so Dianna couldn't see his pupils dilating. Great move. After the translator finally finished, he shrugged again.

"Allah is good. He'll give us everything we need to succeed. And will reward us in heaven" he said, not believing even a word he said.

Dianna snorted, sarcastic, still not taking her eyes off of him. His jaw clenched.

"Keep him locked. With many keys. This one is a big fish" she stated, and the tango glanced at the guard behind her, then back at her, stern. Finally concerned. And the translator wasn't saying anything; he was also smirking. "See you back in the U.S, sir" Dianna mocked, sincerely smiling, because she couldn'twaitto find out who he was.

"I'm still geared up" Jason casually said as soon as Dianna left the interrogation room, walking with her. He watched everything behind the mirrored glass. He wanted to fuck her very much.

"Yeah. Saw that" she casually said, then walked out of the building fast, with Jason still walking fast next to her, glancing sideways. They almost ran to her cabin, which fortunately was close, and Jason immediately kissed her passionately, squeezing her against the door. They both opened her pants, while Dianna took of her shoes, then Jason knelt to take the jeans and panties off her feet, then came back to kiss her again. He took off his vest because it was too big and he wanted to raise her, and Dianna helped. They desperately reached for his pants and opened it, and Jason raised Dianna from her ass and pushed into her, still with the jacket of his camo uniform, dirty with dust and all.

"Ohmygod, Jason" Dianna mumbled in a high-pitched voice, holding his face with her hands, and Jason couldn't wait, he started to thrust hard and fast into her.

"How the hell did you find out about the dude, huh?" Jason was amazed, and buried his erection inside of her at every thrust, angling it so she moaned at every move. She was even tighter in this position, and Jason didn't think he'd last long, but he couldn't control himself to go slower.

"Small signs. I'll teach you someday" she cockily answered, while Jason kissed her neck. She was smiling, joyfully being relentlessly fucked by her frogman.

"Do you really think he's a leader?" he dangerously asked, truly curious.

"He's important in the group, yeah" Dianna dangerously answered, disheveling and pulling his hair. Her moans were louder now, and so were his grunts.

"I'm so proud of you right now" Jason huskily said, dangerously smiling at her. "Not bad for a frog hog, huh" he teased.

"Yourfrog hog, Jason" she casually said, joyful. Jason's eyes darkened, and he thrust much faster, eagerly kissing her lips.

"Yes. Mine" he dangerously and huskily blurted to her face, and Dianna slightly squirmed her back and tried to muffle her moans against his uniform, on his shoulder. Jason wasn't muffling any of his grunts in her ear, and started to moan when she twitched a lot harder, almost coming.

"For God's sake, Dianna" he dangerously said, looking at her face again and thrusting faster, to his limit. He was desperate, and moved his lips close to hers, groaning.

A few seconds later and Dianna reached her orgasm, feeling his dusty uniform scratch her, and watching Jason's face red from the effort. She clenched hard around his erection and said his name, muffling her loud moan on his uniform, and Jason came right after her, moaning against her neck and smiling, relieved.

"Ah. Best. Deployment. Ever" Jason was ecstatic, and softly kissed Dianna's lips, still holding her against the wall. She chuckled, caressing his hair.

"I need to go back and interrogate just another one yet" she mumbled. "Nick was taking some information from him yet".

"It will take him another minute" Jason said, kissing her neck and humming.

"Do you think the Navy will transport the important prisoners tomorrow? Because of the lack of personnel" Dianna was curious. "Davis said the tech guys will finish analyzing the data on the phones tomorrow morning, not before that".

"Huh. I think they'll transport them tomorrow afternoon or the day after tomorrow. If we release part of them tonight, we'll have enough guards to secure the rest of them for a day or two. They'll send helos or trucks to get them. Or both, sometimes" he explained, and finally put her down.

"I hope they call me to interrogate a couple of them in the U.S. I'm sure at least one of them is someone big, and the other one seems to lead somehow, too" she grabbed her panties and pants on the floor and wore them, excited, while Jason closed his camo pants. "You're showering now, right?" she looked suspicious at him. His uniform wasverydusty.

"Of course I will. I ate earlier then just went to the building to watch you. And I knew you'd like to see me in this" he raised his eyebrows, playful, and Dianna smiled at his slyness, softly kissing him. "I'm glad you're here" he mumbled, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Me too. Now go take a shower and I'll finish interrogating the other guy. I'll take a shower then too" she dusted off sand from her t-shirt, she was glad that it was in an olive color, great to disguise the dirt. She walked out of her cabin with Jason.

"See you later tonight at the fire pit? We'll have a celebration there. The guys are excited" Jason said, walking to the opposite side than hers.

"Yep. I'll be there. Hope I can have a cuba libre" she loudly said while walking away, and a few soldiers around them turned to look, indignant.

Both Jason and Dianna parted ways thinking that this deployment was just being too good.

Scary good.