In The Army

|shirtless & staring at abs

Last time on ITA....

As Ross stared at the sky from the flat of his back where he lay, he felt a trickle of blood leave his nose to roll down the side of his face. Mission accomplished, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to her about it either. He knew he got his ass served to him and though he was seething inside at being beat by the tiny brunette, he never went back on his word. She was free and clear of everything she'd done within that small circle of sand.

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Ok before I start this chapter I want to tell you guys that this book is a rated M story obviously like i said before, but this chapter is were the rared M really begins so if ur not comfortable reading that than this isint a book for you :)

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Ross followed his soldiers up the stairs, having just come in from their morning run. At the front of the crowd, he caught sight of Laura's chestnut hair as she reached the landing and had to suppress a small smile. Despite getting beat at his own game, his plan had worked perfectly. She became more determined, more focused, put all her energy into training and gave it everything she had. Hell, she even impressed him during a couple of their regular sessions in the 'house of pain' by succeeding in some of the more daunting physical tasks he'd set for her. Oh, he'd kept his word about not punishing her over what had happened inside the circle, but the daily torture sessions still continued. His mind wandered back to that day, when he lay defeated in the sand.

His co-workers teased him unmercifully over the incident... for about ten minutes until he snapped at them. He was more than a bit shocked she'd slugged him hard enough to cause a nose bleed, then, when he landed on his back from her second surprising strike, she reminded him just how much that could hurt, too. Later, as he sat in his office with a bag of ice pressed to his face, he had to admit... he was proud of her.

Laura took her time getting her shower supplies together. She'd learned to give everyone else a chance to rush in first so by the time she got there, there was a shower head free for her. The number of females had now dwindled down to five. There were a good number of soldiers that over the weeks had dropped out of Basic one by one from various injuries and had to be recycled. There was no way that was going to happen to her. No way could she take coming back and doing everything all over again, especially if it meant winding back here and under Ross's thumb. She shivered at the thought and walked out of her room, shower caddy in hand.

"I gotta run to my car and grab something. Be right back."

Laura heard Calum's voice coming from Ross's office. As she heared it, Calum came out and greeted her.

"Hey, hey," he smiled brightly. "What's up, 'First Blood'?"

She giggled at his new nickname for her. Shortly after knocking Ross on his ass, several of the Drill Sergeants argued over what to call her... 'Stands with a Pugil', 'Laura the Drill Sergeant Slayer' or 'First Blood'. Calum won after reasoning that since she was the first to draw blood in the battle against blondie, she earned it.