World on Fire

Chapter II: Embers

The shrill sound of her phone wakes Catalaya from her sleep. Groaning, she turns over and grabs it, making a mental note to change the ringtone as she squints at the bright screen in the pitch black of her room. A frown touches her lips as she recognizes the number of her platoon leader. She was off duty, and wasn't expecting him to call.

Sitting up, she quickly answers it, her voice groggy from sleep. "Sir?"

"Sorry to wake you FoxFire, but a situation has come up. You're needed on base." The voice on the other line was flustered, and there was a lot of background noise.

Swinging her feet over the side of the bed, she rubs her forehead and fights a yawn. "Can I ask what for Sir? I wasn't supposed to be on duty until next week." She stands, stretching.

"I know, but I just received word I'm being transferred effective immediately. I don't have time to show my replacement around base or debrief him on your... Sensitive case. As my second-in-command I need you to do it, and I received word he came in last night."

An irritated sigh leaves Catalaya's lips. She hated when they transferred people. It created such a mess. "Yes Sir. I'll get there as soon as I can." Walking into her bathroom, they exchange farewells and she sets the phone on the side of the sink as she looks at herself in the mirror. It was going to be a long day.

An hour later she was walking into base, dressed in full greens, her blonde hair pulled back into a bun and tucked under her cap. Gone was the smokey makeup and cherry lipstick of the night before. Her eyes were smokey blue grey, a sign of irritation she couldn't help.

Stopping outside the command post, she applies some ChapStick to her pink lips to cover up any early morning chapping, then steps inside after taking a deep breath. "Special Operative FoxFire reporting for duty Sir."

The man doesn't turn around immediately, and she swears she can see his back stiffen. When he finally does turn around she has to fight a growl.

"We meet again." A satisfied smirk touches his lips and she fights an irritated look. Frankly, she wanted to fall to the ground and throw a fit like a toddler. Of all the bases, of all the positions in this area, of course Titan Belmont would be taking over the platoon she was in.

Deciding to try to keep cool and business like, she hands him her file. "It appears so, Sir." The words came out with a little more venom than she intended, and she had to force the end. There were no words to describe how pissed she was to have to call him Sir.

The satisfied smirk on his lips, he takes her file and flips through it, then sets it to the side. "Vietnam huh? Hell of a war. Your father was a great soldier and man. I was sad to hear the jungles had gotten the best of him."

Her eye twitches at his mention of her father, but she forces herself to remain cool. "Thank you for the condolences Sir. Now, shall I show you around base and brief you on the team?"

"No need, I familiarized myself last night. Had a little extra time on my hands after I got left at the bar." He grins, stalking towards her. Only then does she notice that they are the only people in the command post.

"Sir, my orders were to debrief you. If you've already been debriefed, why am I here?" Her patience was wearing thin.

Suddenly her back was slammed against the door of the building, her hands pinned above her head. His body presses against hers, leaving her no room to fight or escape. "You're here because I want you here. And darling, we're alone. As much as I love hearing you call me Sir, you can drop the good soldier act."

Growling loudly, she struggles against him as his eyes capture hers. The electric green hues start to smolder with desire the more she moves, and she realizes that her struggles are just turning him on. Abandoning that, she sets her jaw, letting her eyes go black with the violet streaks, letting her inner alpha forward. "Get off me."

"No. I told you last night, you're mine." The last word is growled, and she notices the gold streaks running through his eyes before he suddenly smashes his lips on hers, kissing her roughly.

Instantly flames of pleasure shoot through her body and she fights a moan, trying to clear her thoughts, a task starting to prove impossible with him this close.

Give in purrs her inner siren. Enjoy it. She feels the creature trying to take over and she fights her, hissing back I can't. He's a Belmont. This is wrong.

Suddenly he shifts, sensing her inner battle. His lips capture hers perfectly as he moves her small wrists into one big hand, the other hand sliding down her side to grab her hip. She feels his hard on pressed against the crotch of her pants as he slowly starts to grind against her.

The grinding does her in, and her inner siren purrs as she takes control. Suddenly she was kissing him back, desperate for his touch, everywhere, as much as possible. Feeling her no longer fighting him, he lets go of her wrists, pulling her cap off and tossing it to the side, pulling her hair out of its bun and letting the golden locks tumble down her shoulders. Having accomplished this, he grabs her hips with both hands, hoisting her a little higher on the door.

Her slender legs automatically wrap around his hips, her hands wrapping around his muscular shoulders. Breaking the kiss for air, she tilts her head back, moaning softly as his lips travel down her jaw to her neck, then collar bone. Her right hand intertwines in his hair as she loses all sense of her surroundings.

She was on fire, from head to toe. Never had a man's touch made her feel so out of control, and she wasn't sure she liked it. Honestly, right now she didn't care. She grinds her own hips against his, gasping as she feels his tongue snake across her collarbone, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

Suddenly someone pounds on the door, breaking them from their haze. He sets her to the side, helping her straighten her clothes, then his own, before answering the door. As she frantically pulls her hair back into a bun and puts her cap back on, she listens intently.

"What?" Titan growls, probably a little more forcefully than was meant.

"i-I'm sorry Sir, but I have orders." Came the shaky reply. "Straight from headquarters."

"Well, spit it out." Catalaya could tell that he was extremely irritated with being interrupted.

"U-um, yes, Sir." She hears papers rustle. "The orders are for you and your platoon to be shipped out tomorrow. Your support is needed at..." The rest of his words fade from her hearing as she freezes.

They were going overseas again....