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“I don't need a lot,” she commented on its sparseness.

“Dari, I didn't say anything,” he closed the gap between them. He pulled her up against him, cupping her face as their lips met. It was still as intense as the first kiss and Dari pulled his head down. He reached down, picked her up with a hand under each thigh. She squeezed her knees around his waist as he walked them to the bed. She pulled her shirt off enroute, her jeans coming off as he set her down. Lowell paused taking her in head to toe in a green lacy matching set. She grabbed his shirt, and he stepped back just enough to slip out of it. Dropping his jeans as he came back toward her. He grabbed her back up, she locked herself against him, her knees pressed against his ribs this time, he had to look up at her and she hungrily took hismouth again. He laid her on the bed, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. He moved down her body. She arched against him, groaning, as he sucked on her nipples, then down her abs. He shimmied her panties off as his kisses continued moving down to her hips, kissing the bones he could see on both sides. Grabbing her hips, he pushed her farther up the bed and settled between her legs.

8

FERRET

Ferret had wanted a tattoo after completion of training. It was one of the few times he could take some time and stay out of the water long enough for it to heal. He had gone to a recommended shop and had consulted with an artist that was new to the area. Her name was Maddox Riley. She had been tattooing for years and she was amazing at line work and color. He had not been interested in color, preferring like most, black and gray work. When he walked back to her room he froze in the door. He had seen her picture on the shop's website, but it had not done her justice. She was standing looking down at a message on her phone frowning. Wearing boyfriend jeans, hanging off her slim hips, layered tanks in white and green which accented her sleeve tattoos and her healthy B cups, her dirty blonde hair in a messy bun, about 5’7”. She looked up, eyes light brown, nearly gold. She had caught him staring, “Daniel?”

He coughed, realizing he probably looked like all the other dumb Sailors ogling over her, “My team calls me Ferret.”

“Well, I'm not on your team.” Somehow those words stung. “What would you like me to call you?”

“Whatever you want,” he immediately closed his eyes, clamping his mouth shut. She almost smiled as she sized him up.About 6', athletic build, light brown hair, darker eyes. He was beautiful.

“Do you have pictures? What are you looking for and where?” He brought up some drawings on his phone as he stepped closer. She nodded, “these are good. Can you send them to me, and we will look at the schedule?”

“I only have a couple weeks of leave and I spend a lot of time in the water.”

“So, you need it done soonest. Ok, I'm new here so my schedule is pretty open right now. Tomorrow, say 1?”

“That'd be perfect. I need your number,” he finally found his voice which threw her off.

“What?”

“So, I can send the drawings.”

“Right, make sure you eat before you come in. You can get my number out front.” Ferret nodded, figured he would not see her again once the tattoo was done and he was off balance about it.

“I thought you were getting a tattoo?”Chaos asked at PT in the morning.

“This afternoon. She wanted to go over the designs I did.”

“I'm surprised even being new she has any time. Bet she feels like fresh meat in that shop,” Cowboy chimed in.

“She's pretty,” Ferret slipped, “oh shit.” The team's eyes on him. “She doesn’t seem interested,” he added.

“That doesn't mean you aren't,” Trey piped up.

“Can we just finish?” Chaos interrupted for his friend.

“Right on time,”Maddox looked up as he breezed into the room. She spun in her stool, grabbed a notebook, and turned back around. “Take a look at what I have here. If you don't like it, we can adjust it.” He immediately noticed where she seemed to havespun a little of herself into his work, she was good. The tattoo would look like a ferret Patronis with lines that touch on Navy pride and family as well.

“Let’s do it,” he answered. She saw the way his eyes caught her changes and followed them, she wanted more.

“Shirt off, sit down.” She placed the trace and went to work. He felt her breathe on his chest and stiffened, feeling his cock harden. “It's easier if you relax,” she looked into his eyes. “Working on it,” Ferret muttered back. He stumbled through some topics of conversation. “You don't small talk much,” she smiled without looking up from her work.

“No.”

“Ok, you said your team calls you Ferret. Why?”

“I'm the guy who gets stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Whatever we need that we don't have, mostly.”

“Cryptic but ok. What do you do when you aren't ‘getting things’?”

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