A Little Bit Of Everyone [18+]

3//You Sure Know How To Treat A Girl, Si (Lt. Simon Riley) Pt. 1

Song Name: TIO- Zayn/ Love Me Girl- Movado

Kinks- Watersports.

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Jaylene's head felt fuzzy; almost as if there was cotton inside, she blinked sluggishly, almost as if to slow down time. She brought her hand up to her head and it took forever to get there.

And her mouth too, it was as dry as the Sahara. She stared around the tent, her body moving so slow, almost as if to piece where she was together. When did I get here? Who am I?

Her eyes flickered to Simon, his hard Skull mask giving nothing away as he stood guard at the entrance of the tent. His eyes never leaving the outside, trained to take down anything that came even close to them.

They were on a mission in Palestine, Hassan moved over from Ukraine, dropping bombs as he went, and Price thought it would have been a good idea for their chief Medic to be on site, should something happen to the team.

She didn't normally get to go on missions, but for this one, she was particularly interested.

It had been 5 days and no sign of Hassan and they switched out for who went into town to who stayed and watched Jaylene, despite her having training and knowing how to use a gun.

The sweltering heat had fogged up her mind and made Jaylene wonder if Simon wasn't dying in all those layers of his gear.

If he was, he didn't make it show. She watched him regardless, his strong back. His broad shoulders that was filled with tension and poised, ready to strike as danger should appear. 

His hand on the trigger of his rifle, the way his green field pants hugged his ass perfectly. The way his tactical vest was snug against his chest. 

Ouu, lala. Mama like.

To run her tongue all over the ridges of his body, to lick the sweat off him as it appeared.

She opened her mouth to say something to him, but stopped to wet her lips. Was it her or was the room spinning? She had no idea, but she leaned back into her chair a bit too hard.

"Dolly," Simon's gruff voice caught her attention, as he barely turned to face her. His cock twitched in his field pants and he cursed silently, trying to will it away.

He had sent the others; Soap and Sergeant Garrick out to make runs, sweeping their area as if the threat they came to eradicate would jump out of the fucking bushes like a damn child on Halloween, claiming that he'd watch over their precious doctor this time.

Like he hadn't done it, the last 6 times. He didn't care, he didn't want them watching her and that was final.

He'd do more than watch her alright. He'd have her bouncing on his cock until his name was the only thing she remembered.

"Hmm?" She murmured, her voice scratchy and she reached her water canteen.

Empty.

She let out a soft whine of frustration and he turned to look at her. Her lipstick red hair up in a bun, her black cat eyed glasses perched up in said hair and he swallowed harshly.

His pretty fucking girl.

There was something wrong. Her eyes were glazed over, unable to focus on one thing and she was panting. She kept whining, unable to stop.

"Dovey?" His voice much softer than the first call and he gave their surroundings one last sweep before moving to her, putting his gun on the table.

He still had his knives on his tactical vest and the pistol attached to his hip. Gaz and Soap was sweeping the area.