by Pace, Pepper
“Oh yessss!” She dragged, her eyes closed in ecstasy. “I need you…” she groaned. “Chris, I need you, baby…”
Christopher clenched his teeth; biting back a whimper, and then he buried his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and held her tightly. His hips moved smoothly in long deep strokes.
“Oh Sweetheart…” His heart was pounding in his chest. Ashleigh suddenly leaned forward, planting her small hands on his shoulders. Her eyes bore into his in an incredibly raw and open manner in which she seemed to be trying to absorb every nuance of him.
Her rhythm quickened, he could hear the sound of her ass slapping his pelvis each time she slammed down on him. His breath was just a series of shudders, whimpers and moans. No one but this woman had ever made him feel this way; almost overwhelmed by the act they were sharing. Ashleigh’s tight grip on his dick matched the grip that she would forever have on his entire being.
He knew that a man should always wait for his woman to cum, but no one had ever fucked him so hard and so thoroughly and Christopher’s body suddenly tensed and then he was awash in an implosion of pleasure. He almost couldn’t see as stars shot before his eyes.
He grunted in a series of short breaths and then one loud growl. “Oh fuck! Baby, I’m going to cum!”
“Yes, baby! Cum…fill me up…need you…” She cried, her eyes boring into him her body working him even more rapidly. Christopher’s big hands gripped her ass, the bouncing continued as she worked her body faster over his. It felt like he was having a seizure as his semen exploded from him and then pumped rhythmically, flooding her. Suddenly her fingers tightened into fists, gripping his shirt and he saw her eyes become glassy and far away, mouth falling open silently.
And then he heard her scream.
Christopher tightened his grip on her rapidly bouncing bottom and slammed into her even though he was at the tail end of his own orgasm. He dug one foot into the mattress and used it as leverage to jack hammer into her canal and her loud cries became staccato intermingled with words. Soon her movements slowed and she collapsed panting on top of him. He kept his spent cock buried inside of her until the act of her falling on him forced him out. His arms went around her body and he held her, cocooning her.
It suddenly dawned on him what she was crying as she came; need you need you…
~***~
Ashleigh had fallen asleep there on top of him still full dressed; they both were. After holding her sleeping form for a long time, he finally shifted her onto the bed so that he could go to the bathroom. When he returned with a wet cloth he was surprised to see her watching him.
“Hi, Sweetheart.”
She smiled. “Hi.” He cleaned her while she spread her legs for him. He loved her smooth mons. She waxed regularly, but sometimes he wondered what her hair would be like down there. It would be something nice to explore. They snuggled in bed, her head on his shoulder. His body was her most comfortable pillow.
“I’m going to be the best Marine girlfriend. I promise.” She said, almost as if she was convincing herself.
“Going to be? You’ve already achieved that.” They’d only been dating for a little over four months but already he felt like Ashleigh was a permanent fixture.
Her hands moved along the hard plains of his chest and her nails gently scratched at his auburn chest hair.
“I’m going to make you cookies and brownies. Hell, I’m going to be sending care package big enough for you to share with everybody-”
He looked down at her. “Sweetheart…it’s not like being deployed. We’re on a Special Taskforce. We don’t get any care packages. We can’t even have a cell phone or write home. When I’m away for those 2 months you won’t be able to contact me at all.”
Ashleigh stopped breathing as she looked up into his face.
“You can’t even call me to let me know that you got there okay?”
Had the moment not broken his heart he could have smiled at the innocence of her question. He killed people. She worried that he might not arrive safely? It was so unbelievably sweet. If only she understood…and thankfully she didn’t.
“No, baby. We won’t get our cell phones back until after debriefing.”
“I can’t even send you letters…” She whispered.
He pulled her against him. But all she could think is that she was so addicted to him. His smell; masculine and clean soothed her to sleep each night. His touch, his presence, and the sight of him; the open love in his eyes, his crooked smile, all helped to reassure her that she was worthy of being loved. Two months without her Christopher would be hell on earth.
~***~
Lance had a thoughtful expression on his face as he watched Ashleigh. She fidgeted with her ink pen and tried to look as if she was paying attention to the conversation, but he knew that this mission of Christopher’s is all that was on her mind right now.
“Why don’t we go out Friday?” He said and then quickly added, “but not to that karaoke bar. I mean like to a place that has less racism.”
Kendra’s lips curled as she gave his hand an affectionate rub. Even though it had been a month he still had a faint scar right at his hairline and might always have it. “Yeah, someplace less Ku Klux Klan would be nice.” They looked at Ashleigh who frowned when she realized that she was the center of attention.
“What?” Her brow was gathered as she had only been pretending to listen.
Lance didn’t give her a hard time about it. “We should all get together before Christopher ships out. Maybe we can get together this Friday.”
Ashleigh opened her mouth and then allowed it to snap shut. “We’re…going to be kind of busy.” A red blush began to creep up from her neck.
He rolled his eyes. “You two will have to take a break in order to eat, right?”
She frowned at him. “Just long enough to run into the kitchen to get bottled water and a snack cake.” She rubbed her chin. “I could buy a cooler…”
“Okay, Ashleigh, TMI. Just enjoy your boyfriend this weekend. I think we’ll understand.” Kendra smiled.
Christopher continued to search for jobs that week. He wanted something lined up when he returned because he was not taking any chances of being stuck on the roster again for another special assignment.
Each night Ashleigh made the evening memorable, just as she promised. They made love in places and in positions that he’d never dreamed he’d do comfortably. And he enjoyed every second of it. But each day brought them closer to his ship out date. He tried to prepare her as much as he reasonably could. He explained that the entire team would gather at the subbasement sometime in the later afternoon on Monday. They would fly out together and he would return 60 days later.
They had to suspend their workout session in the basement because he and the crew spent most of their time conditioning. A shadow crew had come in to take over where Christopher’s team left off. The shadow crew wasn’t with The Marines but were trained security personnel, though there were only seven of them. But along with the normal Federal Building and Federal Courthouse security there were never any problems transitioning out.
On Sunday, the two were forced to take a break from loving each other. Christopher wanted to visit his parents one last time for dinner before his mission. As they sat around the dinner table, the family all lowered their heads and prayed for Christopher’s safe return. Since Ashleigh watched his every move, she saw a shadow cross his face.
After dinner Christopher, his brother Butch and a cousin; Nick, all played with the kids while the rest of them sat on the porch and cheered. One day, she thought, he’ll be playing with our kids like that. And the thought made her both happy and sad.
~***~
They drove in to work together for the first time early Monday so that he wouldn’t need to leave his car in the underground parking garage. As they walked down the street hand in hand, she plastered on a smile. Ashleigh had tossed and turned all night and he had barely slept because of it. Well…that wasn’t true
. He wouldn’t have slept regardless.
“One last kiss?” She requested once they were in the lobby.
He leaned down and kissed her. “That doesn’t have to be the last one.” His softly accented voice made her smile tremble around the edges as she fought back her sadness. He didn’t need to be a witness to her anguish. She would have to put on her big girl panties just like every other wife, mother, and girlfriend had to do when they had a man that served in The Armed Forces. “We can meet for lunch if we can do it early; how’s that?”
She beamed. “Really?”
“Yeah, if we can stay close, maybe just to the cafeteria?”
She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him excitedly. “Yes! What time?”
His hands went around her much smaller body. “11:30?”
“Perfect!” She said happily and released him. Now it was okay for her to go off to her office because this wasn’t actually goodbye. She looked over her shoulder and saw him watching her. “See you in a little while. Love you!”
He smiled crookedly. “I love you too, sweetheart.” As soon as she was gone the smile slipped from his face only to be replaced by a look of determination. He headed straight for Bruce’s office. He’d been thinking of something as he lay in bed last night. And if his Commander would agree then he wouldn’t be going on a mission.
“Beast…You know I can’t take you off the mission-” Bruce had a look of sorrow on his face that normally showed nothing but control. He knew that Christopher was dating the little trooper. All men that had new girlfriends, frightened wives or mothers came to him and asked the same thing. He had to tell them no.
“That wasn’t what I was going to ask, Sir.”
Bruce gave him a curious look. “Okay. What?”
“I want a different mission. Well not really a mission but-”
Bruce was already shaking his head. “Beast…Christopher, you don’t want to do that, son. If you leave this team you have to learn a whole new one. They know you and you know them. Another team won’t.”
“Let me explain.” Christopher began to pace as he tried to form the right words. He’d never had to speak about this to anyone and the words weren’t easy. But he must have been convincing because when he finished speaking Bruce stared at him.
“Yes.” He was nodding his head. “It’s well within your right, son. I’ll need to make some calls but no one can deny your request. If it’s what you want then I’ll make it happen.” Bruce smiled. “I suppose the little trooper will be relieved. What does she think about it?”
“I wasn’t sure what you’d be able to do it. We’re going to have lunch before we ship out and I’ll tell her then.”
~***~
Ashleigh was talking on the phone with a member of her analyst staff. Her eyes kept darting to the clock. Damnit! It was already 11:17 and Gloria was still going on and on about non-work related stuff. Why did people go into details about their personal business?! Why couldn’t she understand that no one in their right mind needed a detailed accounting of your weekend when all you did was hang out with the same man that you’ve been married to for twenty years and go out to eat at the same restaurant you went to each Friday???
Gloria wasn’t exactly her boss but high enough on the food chain that Ashleigh had to consider her exit strategy very carefully.
“...so the bartender is single and he’s such a nice guy. I think his wife died in ’07…wait, maybe it was ’08. Because it was the same year that Bob and I bought the Tahoe--”
“OH MY GOD!”
“What?!” Gloria exclaimed.
“There’s a…fire! FIRE DRILL! I gotta go. Talk to you later!” Ashleigh quickly disconnected the phone and then she sighed and shook her head. Her eyes darted to the clock. 11:22! Damnit! She darted out of her office.
“Where are you going?!” Kendra yelled as she rushed past her office.
“Lunch with Christopher!”
“Tell him we said bye!” Lance yelled.
But Ashleigh was already down the hall pressing the button to bring the elevator. Gloria had ruined her plans to have lunch already purchased and set up at one of the corner tables where no one ever sat. It would have given them more time to spend sitting with each other instead of standing in line waiting to make their purchase. She rushed to the line and grabbed a tray, loading it with things that she knew Christopher enjoyed. She kept glancing at the entrance so that she wouldn’t miss him, happy that her plan appeared to be working. He hadn’t arrived yet. She had time to quickly set their meal out and when it was all set she glanced at the clock. 11:35. Oh hell! Now he was late.
At 11:40 her anxiety had built. This was eating into her time with him! Worse is that she had darted out of her office without her cell phone. He probably got held up and had left her a message. But at 11:45, when he still hadn’t shown up Ashleigh forgot all about the food that she’d purchased. She went straight for the elevators to take her down to the subbasement. Maybe he’d gotten preoccupied. She should get her phone but decided she’d head downstairs and knock on the security doors just in case he got sidetracked. If she didn’t get an answer then she’d go up and check her messages.
Ashleigh used the elevator in the back corridor near the nurse’s station. When she pressed the button to bring the lift, the door immediately opened and she was happy that she wouldn’t have to wait for it. She pressed the button for the subbasement nervously, knowing that it was stupid to be worried. But she couldn’t help it. Christopher had never been late before…god…what if he’d been forced to ship out early?!
“No no no,” she moaned. When it reached the subbasement the elevator doors didn’t open. She looked around quickly. Why weren’t the doors opening? She pressed the button indicating ‘door open’. Nothing happened. Real fear hit her and she quickly pressed L for the lobby. Nothing happened. She quickly pressed 7, for her floor. And still nothing happened.
The air froze in her chest. She was stuck in the elevator! Ashleigh had a very real fear of small enclosed spaces. Elevators were bad for her, but made tolerable only due to the fact that she would be in one for less than a minute.
She looked around the small compartment frantically as if another exit would magically appear, and then she slammed the sides of her fists against the closed elevator doors. “Hey! I’m locked in the elevator!”
Was this a lockdown? Well why hadn’t she heard any alarms or seen any flashing light? Well that was easy; they didn’t put lockdown warnings on the main floors.
“Hey!” She bammed on the door again, feeling panic well up inside of her. Then she saw a control panel near the buttons and she opened it expecting to see a telephone like in the movies. There was a button that said PRESS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY.
She pressed the button three times. “Hello? Is someone there?” Ashleigh did that for the next five minutes but there was no one on the receiving end.
She began to feel as if there was no air and had to close her eyes and convince herself that just because she was trapped in a small, enclosed area didn’t mean there wasn’t any air. And how long did that lady say lockdown was in effect? Five or ten minutes as they transported prisoners?
Okay. She could probably do a few minutes. Oh why had she not gone back for her cell phone?! Idiot! Ashleigh rubbed the tension from her neck as she prepared to wait it out.
~***~
Five minutes passed and the doors still didn’t open; well what she assumed was five minutes. She didn’t wear a watch and yep…the cell phone was still upstairs on her desk.
And that’s when she began to worry. Was there a real emergency? Yes because lockdown was only a few minutes and it had already been more than that considering how late Christopher was. What if there was a real fire??? Had karma come back on her for telling that lie to Gloria?
Oh Jesus! She was trapped in the elevator during an emergency. The panic crept up on her like wicked little fingers. Sweat began to roll down her body and the air in the elevator suddenly became hot
and stale.
“Help! Someone, I’m trapped in the elevator!” She began bamming on the door again and this time she didn’t let up.
“Christopher!” She screamed. “I’m in the elevator!”
After five minutes of that she was exhausted and she moved into the corner to sit down and hold her knees tightly.
Calm down, calm down. She chanted to herself as she began to rock. No one has ever died due to being trapped in an elevator. Even if…god forbid, I’m trapped for a few hours, someone will eventually have to wonder why this freaking elevator is still locked.
She tried to rationalize her way through the panic. Christopher is expecting her. Yes. He was going to find her and he wouldn’t like knowing that she’d been scared of a little old elevator. She began to relax by small degrees. He was going on a dangerous mission, and she could tell that he didn’t want to go. How much faith would he have in her if she couldn’t even handle something like this?