Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 23:20:54 +0800
From: paul sung <psun@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Marine Part 5

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Feeling the weight of our scrutiny, he glanced around from the man he was
talking to and caught my stare. For a brief moment there he looked as if
someone had dealt him a sudden blow from a sledgehammer straight between
the eyes but then he smoothly recovered from the initial shock and
flashed a smile in my direction.

That first smile was still enough to turn my knees to jelly and I
practically had to hang on to Cassandra for support. My breath caught at
my throat and my heart started dancing about in a salsa beat. It took all
my wits to stammer out the next sentence. "Oh my God."

"You can say that again." Seeing the look in my eyes, Cassandra weighed
the information she had been given and made her own conclusions. Stealing
a quick glance back at the man and back at me, she sighed. "You lucky
bastard."

No doubt making some excuses, the good Lieutenant made his exit and
started coming our way. For some inexplicable reason, the adrenaline rush
I felt at his arrival gave me the urge to flee. Even as I calculated the
different ways of escaping the embassy ball, I came to the depressing
conclusion that he would find me if he wanted to. He certainly hadn't had
any trouble looking for me in the depths of Afghanistan.

Seeing his approach, Cassandra leaned close to me. "You want me to get
rid of him, sweetheart?"

I shook my head in reply. Up close, he looked even better than I'd
remembered, a fact that I hated him for - but unlike what I'd expected,
he looked just a little bit anxious. It was at the tip of my tongue to
screech out a scathing comment demanding to know where the hell he had
been but that smacked of the cliched bitchy queen so I restrained myself
and greeted him properly. "Muldoon."

Obviously expecting some fireworks, I'd evidently surprised him and he
struggled with his next reply. "Doc, I-"

This was nothing like the reunion that I'd imagined. In my fevered
imagination, I'd imagined Michael leaping out of his helicopter into my
apartment, catching me helpless in my bedroom and then proceeding to tear
my clothes off in his insane frenzy to fuck my brains out. Logically of
course, it wouldn't have happened as I'd imagined since I would certainly
torn his clothes off in the first place. Even now, I could just imagine
slowly stripping the man, piece by piece out of his tux.

"Cam!" Cass whispered furiously. A tug on my sleeve knocked me out of my
private reverie and I turned to my friend beside me. She raised a dark
blond brow knowingly that had me ears turning red.

Was the fact that I was heads-over-heels in lust with the man? Praying
that I was only that transparent to my best friend, I started to make the
introductions. "This is one of my closest friends, Lady Cassandra.
Lieutenant Michael Muldoon, the man who pulled me out of Afghanistan."

"Uh... hello. I.." he said in reply.

"Glad to meet you." Nudging me backward, Cassandra came forward with a
dazzling smile. "I've heard so much about you."

He turned to look at me quizzically. "And what has Dr Kincaid been saying
about me? Nothing bad, I hope."

"On the contrary!" she protested with a shake of her golden head. "He
doesn't give away much but I get the feeling that you're .. very, very
good."

He chuckled. "My mama warned me about women like you." The cowboy accent
was back, thicker than ever and so was that smile, the perfect milk white
teeth flashing with charm.

"I doubt you listened too closely," Cassandra purred.

That husky, velvety voice alone would have melted any heterosexual man
within ten paces but Muldoon was obviously made up of sterner stuff and
the sheer volume of sex in her voice left him only shaken but unstirred.
Instead, he just nodded with a warm, charming smile at her and turned
those amazing blue eyes back to me. That simple act left me in no doubt
of my own feelings and it was all I could do not to jump him right there
in the ballroom.

"Kincaid, I know you're busy and... uhh.. could I have a word with you
alone?" he asked softly, his blue eyes searching.

It was so polite, so reserved, abnormally so actually and I fought the
urge to smile. The big, hard-bitten marine was almost shuffling his feet
with nervousness. "Cass, you heard the man."

"I certainly know when I'm not wanted." Letting out a trill of a laugh,
Cassandra moved back to Michael, ran a finger smoothly down the lapels of
his coat and smiled. "You take care, handsome. I'm sure I'm going to be
seeing much more of you."

Just as she turned to leave, she turned to whisper sotto voce into my
ear. "Big hands, sweetie. Did I mention how lucky you are?"

"Get lost." Giving her a nudge to help her along, I grinned.

For a moment, we just stood there, staring at her as she strolled towards
the crowd, greeting the throng with an aplomb that I admired. Turning
back to Muldoon, our eyes met and I found myself looking into those blue
eyes again. How often had I dreamt of those thickly fringed, sky-blue
eyes for the past week? How many times had I thought of pressing my lips
on that particular spot between his neck and the curve of his broad
shoulder? Hear that God-awful twang.. It pleased me to know that he had
obviously thought of me too. Judging from the way he had reacted to
seeing me, I must have made more of an impression than the bite mark I'd
left on his right butt cheek.

Determined to break the ice, I spoke up first. "You clean up real nice,
Muldoon."

Almost self-consciously, he lifted a hand to his recently shaven jaw and
smiled ruefully. Even now, there were already faint signs of stubble. "Ya
like?"

"Sure I like." It was surprisingly easy to slide back into our banter and
I teased him back. "Pretty boy."

Fire flashed in his blue eyes. "Take that back."

"I won't."

"I made you call me uncle once." Michael growled, taking a threatening
step forward. "Just because I'm wearing a suit doesn't mean I can't beat
you up."

There was the mischievious glint in his blue eyes that I loved. That
coupled with the half-grin on his face had me imagining picket fences and
a duplex in the suburbs - a dangerous thought that I hastily shoved to
the back of my head to stew. Where the hell had that thought come from?
Living together? It was too definitely a minefield all of its own, much
too dangerous to be thought of at this vulnerable moment and I decided to
keep the man off-balance instead. "You're so cute I could tear off those
pants and lick your ass till Sunday."

My frank comment had the marine blushing again, the tips of his ears
slowly turning red. His voice came out in a furious whisper. "Hey, we're
in public. No dirty talk."

Standing my ground, I folded my arms. "Muldoon preaching manners. Will
wonders never cease?"

"It's fine between us guys but not here!" Thrown into a suit and an
embassy dinner, he looked so flustered and out of place... so damned
adorable that I wanted to take him back to my apartment and have wild
monkey sex. In the crush of Washington society, that incredible sex
appeal certainly hadn't gone unnoticed. More than a few women - and men -
had swivelled around to catch a glimpse of him - and lust hopelessly
picturing that award-winning body adorning their silk sheets in the
night. Those hard muscled arms holding one unresisting down on the
ground. That long, powerful torso looming large above even as his naked
hips thrusted hard against...

"Stop looking at me that way, damn it." Michael cursed softly, moving to
block me from the view of the other guests. He stood so close that I
could smell the cologne on him, the surprisingly sexy scent of wood,
spice and the musk of Muldoon.

"What way?" I said innocently, barely stifling the grin that threatened
to overcome me. My gaze crept down to the satisfying bulge in the crotch
of his pants. If anything, I seemed to be having an effect of my own on
the Lieutenant.

It certainly didn't fool him and he shot me a baleful stare. "Like you've
been stranded in a desert for days and I'm a bloody Big Gulp."

"I promise to swallow every drop." He'd certainly remember it since I'd
done pretty much the same in Kandahar. Even now, I could just imagine the
sheer size of it, the fullness, the heat burning up my throat.

"Damn." He swore. "Stop it."

"Come on, Marine. Talk dirty to me."

"Shit! What the hell is wrong with you?" His dark, handsome face flushed
and he forcibly edged me towards the balcony I'd exited earlier.

The thought that I could make him blush made me smile. Sure, the man
could fuck me upside down and inside out, swear like a bloody Marine
while we were doing the deed but speak of it in a posh ballroom and he
turned into Mr Manners. "I could just lick you from your head to toe
right now. Strip off that clean white shirt and -"

"Does your mom know you speak with this kinda mouth?" Seeing that I was
about to continue, he caught my arm and dragged me out. Unlike the last
time he'd dragged me around, I didn't put up much of a fight. "Jesus,
you're embarassing the hell out of me."

"I know." For the first time, I made a sound that sounded almost like a
snicker. A first for a Kincaid, my parents would certainly have
disapproved.

Cornering me at the edge of the balcony, Muldoon glowered at me instead.
"I bet you think this is funny."

"Like hell," I replied with a grin. "Why are you here?"

Instead of giving me the quick, witty quip that I'd expected, he suddenly
turned away from my scrutiny, his face turning slightly pink. Looking
almost nervous for a moment, he ran his hands carefully over the edge of
the banister as he repeated what I'd said. "Why am I here? Good
question."

It wasn't often that I saw him nervous and for some perverse reason, it
pleased me. Coming closer, I repeated the question. "Lieutenant Muldoon?"

"Why?" Turning to face me, he gave me a look that would be termed as
bashful - if Muldoon hadn't been six feet of gorgeous manhood. "Actually,
I am not too sure myself."

The very fact that he was standing in front of me in the flesh was enough
for me and the reasons for it didn't interest me in the least. All I
could think of was Muldoon, a bed and a box of heavy-duty condoms. After
all, it had almost been a month since and I had 30 nights worth of
wanton, illicit fantasy to live out with the marine. "The wild sex?" I
hazarded.

"No!" Michael replied without hesitation. Then he backtracked a little,
his lips quirking up slightly. "Umm.. at least I don't think so."

"A loan to buy a ranch?"

His familiar grin resurfaced. "Fuck you."

It was the best idea he'd had that night and I would have willingly
agreed. Placing my hand over his on the banister, I gave it a quick
squeeze. "Been there. Done that. Loved it. Wanna do it again?"

"Doc." He shot me a laser-blue glare that had me grinning foolishly in
return.

I raised my eyebrows. "Medical advice?"

"Shit." Muttering the expletive, he turned his hands over smoothly and
gave mine a squeeze that threatened to break a few metacarpals. "You're
determined to make this difficult, aren't you."

That disgruntled expression had me smiling. It was an expression that I
recalled with perfect clarity, the glowering face, the squinty,
don't-fuck-with-me eyes and that stern smile. Of course, then he had been
covered in a ton of grime, dust and sweat. Even then, he could still make
me want to jump his bones. "What is it Muldoon?"

"I.." It took a moment for him to reply and even then, he visibly
struggled with every word. "Look, I want more, Cam."

My heart stilled following his words. Had I heard him right? Although it
had absolutely nothing to do with the situation at hand, I wondered
whether someone had spiked my drink.

"I want more than that." Once he had gotten the heavy stuff off his
well-muscled chest, the man barrelled on like a speeding train. Taking a
few steps toward me, he cornered me at the edge of the balcony, trapping
me with his strong arms on either side of me. Coming forward even as I
struggled to understand his confession, he practically barked out his
next words. "You heard me. I want more. That night wasn't enough."

Although his words had my heart careering madly in a spiral, I was
cautious. The very idea that one night in the desert could turn this
man's whole life around sounded like something from a West Hollywood
manufactured movie and I found it impossible to believe in reality. "Two
nights?" I replied carefully.

His face turned grim. "Don't be deliberately obtuse."

"Obtuse?" The increase in his vocabulary had me staring. "Mike, you
can't. You are -"

"We are going on a real date," he said matter-of-factly.

The idea was wonderful but the way he phrased it made it sound like his
version of Hell Week and I smiled. "You are kidding."

"What do you think?" His dark, handsome face glowered and his blue eyes
flashed beneath forbidding brows. "Do I look like I am?"

The sudden change in his attitude had me wondering what had prompted it.
Had he suffered a significant loss in his life? Had he accidentally
fallen off a cliff and knocked his hard head on an even harder rock? Did
he suddenly wake up, read the news and decide to be politically correct
and gay? The idea amused me and my smile widened. "What? Movies, a meal,
getting to 2nd base?"

Put it that way, it sounded almost high-school juvenile and his face
lightened. "A little more than that actually," he replied suggestively, a
shadow of a grin tugging at his lips. "Come on, I bet you wouldn't mind
giving me a lil bit of sugar, right honey?"

As he leaned forward, smacking his lips, I laughed and pushed him away.
"Hey, I don't do that sort of thing on a first date."

His dark brows flew up. "Yeah? And here I thought I had you at hello."
His accent had come back, thicker than ever.

"Asshole." There was obviously no arguing his point. I certainly never
put up a real fight since all I wanted was .. well, to get some sugar in
return too. "How come the sudden traditional trappings? I don't need
that, Mike, you want a fuck, we'll.."

"Look, I don't want just a fuck. I can get a quick fuck easily anywhere
in this town," Michael told me seriously, without a hint of arrogance and
I realized that he was right. With that face and that body, he could pull
almost anyone - if he'd wanted to.

"Doc, I don't want a fuck with you." Thinking over what he'd just said,
he chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hell, that doesn't
sound right. Sure I want that too but... look, I just want to get to know
you a little better, Doc. Is that too much to ask?"

It was just the perfect thing to say and something that I couldn't say no
to. Of course, I doubt I could deny him much of anything. "Oh, you
traditional lil cowboy."

He grinned again. "A crack like that again and I'll show you
traditional."