Kris raised an eyebrow when she noticed that Ryanne stood at the foot of the bed, wrapped in only a towel, and was running her green eyes along the lengths of her body.
"You're beautiful," she murmured, and Kris smirked.
"Yeah, well, you've got me beat by a long shot," she said, causing the small woman to blush. "Feeling warmer?"
Oh, yeah… thought the blonde. Wait, that's not what she means…
Ryanne nodded. "I was, until I got out of the shower," she said, smiling.
"Well? Wanna come back in here and warm up?" Kris offered, raising the corner of the blanket, as she climbed under herself. Ryanne gave the woman a small grin, and let the towel fall to the floor as she walked around to the side of the bed. Climbing under the covers, the blonde kissed the tall soldier softly, not caring that they were both nude.
"Thank you for picking me up last night," she said, and Kris just kissed her again. The strong soldier rolled over, so she was on top of the young blonde, holding herself up with her arms. Ryanne's green eyes brightened, and she pulled Kris down for a breathtakingly passionate kiss, full of need and desire.
"Ryanne," she said, her voice low, as she placed small kisses all over the woman's face, "I have to know for sure that you want this. I don't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable, but once I start loving you, I know I won't be able to stop myself," she admitted.
"Good," said the blonde, "because I don't want you to stop."
* * * * *
"That was wonderful," said Kris, a few minutes later, when she had regained her breath. Her head was still resting on the blonde's shoulder, and she was almost lulled asleep by the rhythmic stroking of her long black tresses that Ryanne had taken up, absentmindedly.
Ryanne grinned. "I was thinking more along the lines of breathtaking, exquisite, and incredible, myself," she said, and Kris laughed.
"I was going to say that," she said, lightly. "You just beat me to it."
"Uh-huh, yeah, sure," smiled Ryanne, her grin widening when Kris flipped them over, so she was now on top of the tall soldier. "Do you ever take these things off?" she asked, referring to the woman's dog tags.
"Nope," she replied, raising an eyebrow as Ryanne gave her devilish grin, and ran the chain through her mouth, following it upwards until she broke free to give the woman a long kiss.
The phone rang, startling both women, and Kris growled. "I have to get it," she said, regretfully.
"No, just ignore it," pleaded Ryanne, making her way down the soldier's neck with soft kisses.
"Hold that thought," she said, sliding out from under the blonde, who sighed, heavily, and melodramatically flopped down on the bed. Picking up the receiver, not even bothering to cover herself, she said, "Somebody had better be dead."
"Uh, no, ma'am," came the reply.
"Well, I can fix that," she snarled. "This had better be a goddamn emergency, soldier, or somebody will be dead." From the bedroom, Kris heard Ryanne trying to cover her laughter.
"Okay… Ma'am, this is Private White, and I'm supposed to inform you that your men are outside on the field, waiting for you. You were supposed to be there at 0600 hours," he added.
Kris sighed. I don't believe this, she thought. It's raining cats and dogs outside, I was planning on spending the day in bed with Ryanne, and this little shit interrupts me to tell me he wants me to go play in the mud with a bunch of men? Yeah, right!
"It's raining, Private," she observed, glancing out the window at the hard rain that still fell from the sky. It hadn't let up in over two days.
"Weather conditions don't stop practice, ma'am," he said, and the soldier sighed; she knew that. Only an officer's orders could postpone drilling.
Hm…
"Well, tell them their commanding officer says take the day off. I'll see them tomorrow at 0800 hours," she said, and hung up the phone. Quickly returning to bed, she climbed in beside the blonde, and said, "I love outranking half the base. Now, where were we?"
Chapter Ten
"I think I should get hypothermia more often," joked Ryanne, as she sat in bed, feeding Kris spoonfuls of the Jell-O salad she had made for lunch.
"Mm, I disagree," said Kris, using her own spoon to offer small bites to the blonde. "I don't want you getting sick, I just think we should learn to act on our feelings."
"I stand corrected," laughed the blonde. "Acting on our feelings sure is fun."
Kris chuckled, and leaned in for a kiss. "Definitely," she agreed, wholeheartedly. "Hey, I've got an idea!" she exclaimed, suddenly, and Ryanne urged her to continue with a look. "Let's go on a date. A real date, before Cassidy comes back tomorrow, just the two of us," she suggested.
The blonde smiled. "And just where would we go?" she asked, interested.
"There's a bar not far from here, and it has a really nice private room in the back, where we can go to just be alone," she said. "I was thinking we could go tonight, just to get out for a while."
Ryanne nodded. "Sounds good to me," she said. "When do we leave?"
"How does later tonight sound? Say, around eight?"
Ryanne nodded, and took the bowl from Kris' hands, placing it on the floor. Kris looked confused. The blonde grinned, and raised a suggestive eyebrow at the woman. "We've got a couple hours to kill," she said, leaning toward the woman for a kiss.
* * * * *
Ryanne sighed as she looked around, still seeing no sign of the tall soldier she was looking for. When the woman had received a call from Sergeant Neil Winston just before they left, wishing to discuss his brother, who was still having behavioral problems, she agreed, and told Ryanne to go on to the bar without her, she would meet her there. Ryanne had agreed, thinking it would only take the woman a few minutes, but she'd already been at the bar for over twenty minutes.
She wished Kris would hurry up, because Jeffery Winston was really beginning to creep her out. The man kept staring at her, and when she'd glance over at him to see if he'd left, he'd grin and blow her a kiss, to which she'd roll her eyes and look away.
Playing hard to get, are we? thought Winston, leering at the blonde, again. His brother was off talking to the Captain about one thing or another, so he figured he'd go take care of her problem of being all alone.
"Hey," he said, coming to sit beside her. "What are you doing here all by yourself?"
"I'm not by myself," protested Ryanne. "I'm waiting for someone."
"That so? I'll bet you were waiting for me," he said, and leaned close to her, which caused Ryanne to move a little further down the seat of the booth.
"I don't think so," said Ryanne, uncomfortably.
"You're the one who's staying with Sergeant Jones, aren't you?" he asked her, and she nodded. "Rain, isn't it?"
"Ryanne," she corrected, and he nodded. "But everyone calls me RC." As far as Ryanne was concerned, Kris was the only one who called her by her full name, and it was going to stay that way.
"RC, right," he said. "Don't you get tired of being cooped up with her? I mean, she can be such a pain in the ass."
The blonde paused. "No, I don't think so," she said. "She's really not that bad."
In fact, she's quite good, she thought to herself, smiling. Bad, bad Ryanne!
"I bet you'd be happier staying in my quarters," said Winston, and Ryanne shuddered at the idea. "Don't deny it, I know you want to be with me. I turn you on," he added, and Ryanne laughed.
"Turned on is not what I'm feeling, believe me," she said, snickering. "Repelled is more like it."
"You just don't know me," he said, attempting to touch her cheek, but she pulled away. "We could get to know each other back at my place."
Ryanne rolled her eyes. That was the lamest pick-up line she'd ever heard. Even if she was straight, she would've laughed in his face at his poor attempt.
"No thanks," she said, hoping that each time the door opened it would reveal the woman she was waiting for. No luck, thus far.
"Oh, come on," he said, his words slurring into her ear. "I know you want me."
"You don't know much," the blonde snorted.
"Are you turning me down?" he asked.
Finally, he gets the picture! thought Ryanne. "Yes, I'm turning you down. I do not want to sit next to you, nor do I want to go back to your place, nor do I want to get to know you better. How many different ways can I say it?" she asked, exasperated.
"But… I don't believe this," he muttered. "Why?"
"How can I put this…" she began, and then smirked as she met his eyes. "You don't have the right equipment," she said, glancing down to make her point.
His face fell as realization dawned behind his foggy eyes. "You fucking dyke!" he cried. "You're a no good fag! I don't fucking believe this. You would rather be with a goddamned woman than with me?!" Ryanne nodded, and he snarled at her.
"That's really fucked up, you know. And you've got a kid, too. What the hell are you showing her? She shouldn't be with filth like you," he said, and Ryanne narrowed her eyes at him.
"What are you saying?" she demanded, angry at the man who would doubt her mothering skills.
"I'm saying you're a gay slut, and not fit to have a daughter, that's what I'm saying," he spat, and watched as Ryanne recoiled. "Yeah, you know it's true. How does it feel, knowing you're a bad mother?" he asked, enjoying the look of utter pain on the blonde's face.
The blonde got to her feet quickly, nearly knocking over her chair, and Ryanne decided it was time to leave when a few people at nearby tables started staring. The blonde left the bar in a hurry, climbing into her car for shelter from the rain as she returned to the base, leaving an angry, drunken soldier in her wake.
Fuck with me, will you? thought Winston, as he watched the woman leave. That'll teach you to turn me down. Stupid dyke. I'll bet Sergeant Jones will thank me for telling her, and getting the girl away from her mother, he thought, already formulating a plan.
* * * * *
Kris Jones walked in ten minutes later, furious with herself for being late. She glanced around the room, taking in everything at once, not surprised when she didn't find the blonde she was looking for. She hadn't really expected her to wait when she was over a half hour late.
The tall Sergeant had been delayed first by Neil Winston, when he had insisted on discussing the problem with his brother in detail, and then by the Captain, who joined their conversation, and decided to give Jeff Winston one more chance. Kris learned that Jenkins was having trouble with the soldier as well, and decided he was probably not fit to be on base, but one more mistake and that wouldn't be a problem.
She was about to leave, and head back to the base, where she was going to apologize profusely to her lover for standing her up, when a voice drifted to her ears through the noise of the bar: "Yeah, and Jenkins, too! I don't know how far he's stuck his head up the Captain's ass. You can't tell where one man ends and the other begins!" Sounds of laughter followed the remark.
Winston, thought Kris, placing the slurred voice to a the young soldier formerly under her command. Kris sighed. Winston had to be drunk; either that, or he was just extremely stupid. No one walked around disrespecting anyone, Private, Sergeant, or otherwise, and especially not in a bar with so many Army personnel.
"Hey, Winston," she called, and he turned.
"Yeah?" he asked. He didn't think he had to be formal, since he wasn't in uniform, and he wasn't on the base.
"Lay off Jenkins, okay?" she said, and the man shrugged.
"You don't like him anymore than the rest of us, it's said," he said, approaching her to look in her eyes, despite the fact that the Staff Sergeant was a good four inches taller than him.
Kris just returned his stare. "Whether or not I like him is not an issue here, Winston. The thing is, you don't disrespect anyone, especially when they're unable to defend themselves, and you certainly don't do it around me. Is that clear?"
The man nodded. "Sure," he said. "Sorry. Hey, Jones, I got some news for you," he baited, and Kris raised an eyebrow at him, uninterested.
"That so?" she asked him, and he smirked.
"Yep," he said. His voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know that girl you're housing in your quarters?" Jones nodded. "Did you know…. she's a lesbian?"
It was all the Staff Sergeant could do to keep from laughing out loud. "You don't say," was all she trusted herself to say.
"It's true," he said, "I swear it. She told me." Here Kris looked interested, so he said, "She turned me down, saying I didn't have 'the right equipment'." The tall soldier hid her smile, although it was hard.
"Maybe you should let her go, if that's the case," he said, and Kris could tell by the look in his eyes he wanted to take her place.
Kris decided to play along, it was just too funny for her to believe that the man didn't know. Half the base knew about Ryanne, and mostly all of them knew Kris' lifestyle, so it wasn't often a male felt it was necessary to talk to the woman about a date - they knew she was out of their league.
"I see. What do you think I should do about it?" she asked, placing her hand against the wall, leaning casually up against it as Winston held it up with his back, looking cool and confident.
"Well, I don't know," he said, frowning a little. "Maybe you should take the kid, though, and leave. Don't know if you want the girl around that kind of thing, if you know what I mean. Probably isn't good for her," he added. Kris growled at him, and gave the man a warning glance that said she didn't like where the conversation was headed.
"Hey," he said, raising his hands, defensively, when he caught her gaze, "take it easy. I just thought, you know, maybe you'd like to know what kind of filth you're -" he was cut off when the wind was knocked out of him.
Kris' grin was feral, and she placed both hands on his collar, slamming him up against the wall. "I'm sorry," she said, "what did you say?"
"Whoa, easy. If you like that kind of trash, that's -" he lost his breath again.
Some guys just don't learn, thought Kris.
Jones slammed him against the wall again, much harder this time. "I'm sorry, my hearing must be going. I'm gonna ask you one more time, Winston," she said, taking the time to give him a good solid blow to his stomach, since he was still looking defiant. "What did you say about my girlfriend?"
The man's eyes got wide and he gulped. "N-nothing," he stammered, and Kris smiled, smoothing his shirt out, with a little more force than necessary.
"That's what I thought," she said, and walked away. Turning back, she pointed a finger at the soldier, and said, "One more thing. If I ever, ever, hear of you disrespecting Ryanne again, or questioning the love she has for Cassidy or her worth as a mother, I will rip that scrawny thing you call a head off your shoulders and spit down your neck. You got me?" she snarled.
"Got it, ma'am," said the man, and slipped away.
As Kris was leaving, she heard one of Winston's buddies come up to him. "Damn, boy," said the soldier; more specifically, Don Brown. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Staff Sergeant Jones," he said. "I thought she'd like to know that her roommate is a lesbian, so she could get the kid away from that kind of shit."
His friend chuckled, and shook his head, ruefully. "Man, you are one stupid son of a bitch, do you know that? No one insults RC, I mean no one," he emphasized. "Rumor has it the Captain tried it, and she almost kicked the crap out of him!" The men continued talking, as Kris smiled to herself, and walked back to the base, intent on finding the blonde. It was good to have a reputation.
"Ryanne?" asked Kris, as she entered her quarters. The young blonde was sitting on the couch, her knees curled up to her chest, and did not look up when the soldier called her name. "Hey," said the tall woman, placing a hand on Ryanne's shoulder as she sat down beside her.
Ryanne jumped at the sensation, and then burst into tears, thoroughly surprising Kris, who gathered the woman into her arms, and held her as she cried. "Ryanne? Hey, what's wrong?" asked the soldier, startled by the woman's reaction.
"Do you think I'm a bad mother?" she sniffled, and Kris was shocked.
"What?! No!" she exclaimed, vehemently. "Ryanne, you're a terrific mother! You take care of Cassidy so well I'm jealous," she said, but the blonde didn't smile. "Where'd you get an idea like that?"
"Winston," she said, and Kris narrowed her eyes.
"What happened?" she demanded, wiping the tears from the woman's face with her thumbs.
"He sat down next to me while I was waiting for you," she started, and Kris instantly cursed herself again, for being late. "He started hitting on me, and I told him in no uncertain terms I wasn't interested, and told him he wasn't my type. I said he didn't have the right equipment, and he just blew up," she said, the tears threatening to return. "He called me a dyke, and some other things, and said I wasn't fit to be a mother."
"That's not true," said Kris, pulling the woman closer to her, again. "What else did he call you?"
"A fag, and a bitch, and…" Ryanne was going to go on, but the tears returned, and Kris kissed the top of her head.
"Did he hurt you?" she asked, and let out a breath she didn't realized she was holding when Ryanne shook her head. "I'm sorry, my love. I should've been there. He was just angry, because he considers himself a real ladies' man. Nothing he said was true, Ryanne. You're a great mother, and a wonderful person. Do you know how I know?"
Ryanne shook her head, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as Kris smiled.
"Because I don't give me heart away to just anyone," she said, and her smile widened when Ryanne drew her into a tight hug. "I love you, Ryanne, and nothing can change that, okay? Don't let what he said get to you, he's just a jerk."
Ryanne smiled a little. "Thank you," she said, snuggling close to the soldier. "I don't usually let things like that bother me, but no one's ever made a comment about my worth as a mother," she explained.
Kris nodded. "And no one will again," she said, firmly. "He was drunk, that's all. Anyone can tell you love Cassidy with all your heart. You know, I think Winston wanted to get with me tonight," she said, suddenly, and Ryanne looked up at her, urging her to continue. "I ran into him at the bar, and told him to stop insulting Jenkins when he couldn't defend himself, and he decided to inform me of a little secret. He felt the need to tell me that you're a lesbian."
Ryanne snickered. "What'd you do?" she asked, glad that her mood had improved.
"I played along for a minute, until he suggested that I take Cassidy and leave. I, uh, I basically told him that if he ever insulted you again that I'd tear him apart," she shrugged.
Ryanne smiled. "Thanks," she said, "it's nice to know you're protecting me."
"Always." That response earned the tall soldier a soft kiss. "Hey, I'll say it again if it gets me that kind of an answer!" Ryanne grinned, and cuddled closer to the soldier, who was all too happy just to hold the woman in her arms.
"Kris?" asked the blonde, suddenly.
"Hm?"
"How do you feel about Winston knowing about us?" she asked, carefully.
Kris grinned. "Sweetheart, the whole base knows about me, and I think most of them pretty much assume the rest. Does it bother you?" the woman asked, after a moment of silence. The officer knew being homosexual was enough to get her kicked out of the service, but it had been nearly ten years since the Captain had been told, and she had yet to see her dismissal papers. No one cared enough to make anything of it.
Ryanne shook her head. "No, I just didn't know how you felt, since you work here and all," she said, and Kris kissed the top of her head.
"I don't mind it at all, but thank you." Ryanne nodded, and drifted off to sleep, feeling very happy and very safe. Kris stayed awake for a while longer, running her fingers through the short blonde hair of her love, thinking about how lucky she was, and then she, too, fell asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Kris woke up early the next morning, remembering that she had to be out on the field with her men, and wondered what she would say if they asked her why she had canceled the practice.
"Sorry, fellas, I was too busy making love to the woman I love more than anything in the world to do drills with you," she thought, as she finished her breakfast, and chuckled. Oh, yeah. Not like they don't know I'm gay, they just don't know how deeply I care for Ryanne, though I'm sure they assume we've had sex.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Ryanne, sleepily, her green eyes coming into focus as Kris laced up her boots.
"Nothing important," she assured the woman, leaning over to kiss her, softly. "I have to go play in the mud for a while, but I'll be back for lunch, okay? Then you and Cassidy can tell me all about the fun she had with the Captain," she grinned.
"I'll miss you," said Ryanne, and Kris sighed.
"I know," she said. "I'll miss you, too, love. But, I'll be back as soon as I can. Promise," she added, and walked out the door, into the lightly falling rain. Walking out to the field, hearing the mud squish under her boots, Kris knew she was going to get very dirty before lunch time rolled around.
"Okay, guys," she said, upon seeing that all the men - and the one woman she had in this company - were already assembled on the grassy field. "Fall in!" Kris watched as they all scrambled to form their ranks, and the tall soldier looked over her new recruits. Having four days off, thanks to the Captain, had been great, but now it was time to get back to work, and she had a new group of soldiers under her command.
"Attention!" she called, and went through the boring procedure of explaining her commands to the recruits, and telling them what she expected.
"Now, I understand that it's raining, dark, and cold," she said, a while later, "but, you know what? I don't give a damn! I'll work you all so hard you'll sweat, is that clear? The rain will be a welcome feeling," she said, and met the frightened stares of a few of her men with her own steely glaze.
"Everyone get in a straight line behind Parker, in front of the obstacle course," she commanded. "Form it up! Let's go," she said, and they rushed to do as she said. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, you're done." That was one of her favorite things to do - countdown 5 quick seconds, and if they weren't done, have them go back until they could do it immediately.
"You guys have to learn to follow commands in a flash," she said. "Fall in! Let's try it again, until you get it right. And I can tell you right now, no one's going anywhere until everyone finishes the obstacle course," she added, and was rather pleased when no one made a comment.
Five minutes later, 25 soaked soldiers were standing in a straight line, and one of them was running through the obstacle course, trying hard not to slip and fall in the mud. Unfortunately, the man couldn't make it over the wall, and fell, covering the back of his fatigues in a thick layer of mud.
A few chuckles were heard, and after ordering the man to continue, Kris stalked over to the line. "Does anyone find this funny?" she demanded, and the smiles instantly faded. "You think it's funny when your fellow soldier falls? Parker, come here," she called, and the man stopped climbing over the logs, and jogged over to his commanding officer, standing at attention.
"Parker, take a break, and get some lunch. Return in half an hour. You're dismissed," she said, and the man saluted her, before walking off the field to the commissary for lunch.
"And as for the rest of you, I think some drilling is in order," she said. "We're going to skip the obstacle course for now," looks of relief could be seen, "and go straight to the combat techniques. That means learning how to drop to the ground, roll, and crawl." The relieved looks were replaced with bewilderment. "So, everyone fall in, and let's go get real personal with our friend the mud."
As the soldiers formed their ranks, Kris grinned to herself. Her company would learn they had to work together, and be a team, even if they never had lunch.
"When I call drop, each and every one of you is going to fall into the forward leaning rest position, as if you were going to do a pushup," she explained, stepping between the lines, making sure there was enough room between each soldier so they wouldn't hit each other. "Who knows, I may even have you do a couple pushups since you're down there; we'll see.
"And when I say crawl, you're all going to crawl on your bellies, forward, until I tell you to stop," she continued. "Eventually, I'll tell you to recover, and you can get to your feet. Then, I'll call each of you to come forward, drop, and then roll a little ways in each direction. Ready? Too bad. Let's go," she smiled.
"Platoon, drop!" she barked, and they all fell to the ground, supporting themselves with their arms so they wouldn't land flat on their faces. "Crawl!" she commanded, and started calling out the cadence, before telling them to recover.
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