Page 7 of The Entire Team

“Is that an Army phrase?” She looked at the circle of eyes. “Like a ‘Specialist Mafia,’ a group of Specialists that band together. They team up so everyone succeeds, no one fails.” The team’s expressions hadn’t changed. She put her silverware down; wax on-waxed off encompassing them, “Maybe you don’t have to worry about that with all your ‘Special’.”

“Damn, shots fired.” Red responded with a heavy Irish accent.

Sylvie’s eyes popped open. “You don’t think you’re exempt from this conventional force stuff?” She hadn’t meant to offend the team; they’d been the only non-work conversation she’d hadin a long time. She didn’t figure she’d ever be able to call them friends, but they were being nice.

Genie could see the frustration building in Rave. And sure enough, Rave piped up, “I don’t care about all that!” All eyes went to his. He was focused on Sylvie, “Should we talk to the CO? Are you going to be okay when we aren’t here?”

“I doubt it. He’ll get me somehow. I can’t always be ready. I’d get no sleep; I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere.” Sylvie saw Rave’s lip curl in frustration. “Are you not going to go out on your mission? You have a job to do. I have a job to do. We’re all supposed to be on the same team! We’re not supposed to need SEALs to protect us from each other!” She shook her head, started to stand, grabbing her tray to leave. “You don’t even know me!” she shouted quietly.

“I want to,” Rave answered calmly.

She spun around to look at him, “What!”

“I want to.” The table had fallen silent. His team was equally stunned.

Leaning over her vacated seat, her eyes filling with water, Sylvie snapped. “Fuck you! Is this a game.” She looked at the group, “You have a good laugh later?”

All their jaws set. She straightened and walked off to turn in her tray. She heard as well as they did the surrounding Sailors giggling. She wanted to die. She’d been humiliated, she’d caused it, they’d tried to be nice. God, she wanted this day over.

Genie looked at Rave, “Are you gonna go after her?” Rave shoved his tray at Tech, slid out of his chair and headed in the direction she disappeared in.

His step outpaced hers. “Sylvie, wait.”She ignored him and kept moving. He could see her wiping at her eyes with the heelsof her hands. He came up alongside her, “Syl, stop.” He bumped her into an adjacent hallway when she kept moving.

“Despite what it seems like, I’ve had a pretty rough day. Can you just leave me alone?”

He wanted to laugh at her sarcasm but knew it would only make it worse. “It wasn’t a game.” He was trying to chase down her gaze. “I do want to get to know you.” Traffic coming from multiple directions, he stepped toward her; she mirrored him putting her back against the wall. His fingers barely touching the wall on either side of her. Protective but not caging. He stood a head taller than Sylvie’s 5’6, and he could feel her gaze burning into his chest while she waited for the traffic to pass. “We’ll leave at port.” Sylvie rested her head against the wall, raising her eyes to his. “Can I give you my email? I know you don’t necessarily have cell coverage out on the water.”

Her forehead wrinkled, “Don’t fuck with me. I really can’t handle it.” She looked like she was trying really hard not to cry, it was killing him. His left hand moved on its own. His palm settled against the side of her neck, his fingers around the nape, his thumb on the corner of her jaw. She didn’t pull away.

“How long has he been harassing you?”

“It doesn’t matter. When this rotation is over, so am I. Maybe I can find something land locked with my own kind.” She looked up tired, shrugged her eyebrows. “I’ve got an early shift tomorrow.” She was trying to escape.

“I’ll walk you back to your bunk,” Rave said dropping his hand and straightening.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

“You’ll make it worse for me.”

“How could you possibly have turned a whole ship against you?”

She was thinking now, “I follow the rules. I’m not particularly social. I don’t do girl stuff.” He was smiling down at her. “What!” He shook his head, wiped the grin away. Sylvie’s eyes narrowed at him, “I guess I’m difficult.” She stepped off in the direction of her bunk. She nudged him away from her when he followed.

“When does your shift start?” he smiled in her direction.

“You’re not welcome.” She muttered under her breath.

“Well, you didn’t help us today.” He kept on.

She spun on him, stopping dead in the middle of another hallway. “Come with me,” she grabbed his top and tugged him into an adjoining hallway. She pushed him through a door, making sure it was locked behind her. He looked around realizing they were in a bathroom. With her free hand she grabbed the collar on the other side of his jacket and pulled him down into a kiss. His hands snaked around her as his back hit the wall behind him.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her lips, his cock stiffened when she bit his bottom lip. He reached down, picked her up; her legs twisting around his waist, as he pushed forward and put her against the door they’d come in. She rested her elbows on his shoulders, her hands reaching behind him and grabbing his hair, pulling herself tight and high against him. She was so tight against him he could feel her grinding her pussy against his lower abs. He was jealous that she’d be able to find release that way. He wanted to strip her down on the sink and fuck her brains out. He growled his aggravation at the jackets between them, knowing despite her positioning he couldn’t get at her nipples, even see them through the thick material. She threw her head back groaning as she got relief from dragging herself against his body. He held her tight against him so she couldn’t move. She looked at him, her green eyes glassy. His brown dilated. “I want your jacket off.” She leaned back enough to yank the buttons open. He grabbed the collar, twisting and holdingit between her shoulder blades, pinning her arms. His mouth grabbed onto an erect nipple through the shirt, he started to suck. Her hips bucked into him and sounding off in frustration, she frantically started moving against him for relief. He switched nipples and felt her shatter in a final drag against him, her body convulsing against him.She is so fucking hot.Slowly, he let her legs down, as she slid down his body her muscles rippled again; her eyes slammed shut and her hands pressed hard against his chest. She opened her eyes and immediately saw Rave’s boner.

“Umm,” she looked at him questioningly as she shrugged on her jacket and started rebuttoning it.

“I’ll worry about it. You were so fucking hot.” He watched her demeanor shift as she started to fidget. “Do you need to clean up?”

---