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His grip increased on her arm as he took another step closer. She could feel his warm breath on her face, she could smell it too. It stunk of stale booze. It stunk of rot. His eye's crossed each other as he looked into her own, a creepy grin spreading across his face. It didn't take a genius to work out what was on his mind --
"Hey!" The voice cut across the silence of the parking lot like the crack of a whip. "I think you need to let the lady go."
Olivia recognized the voice the moment she heard it. It was a voice that had never sounded so sweet. One that used to make her heart beat fast and her knees shake. Looking over the Marine's shoulder, her heart gave an involuntary leap of joy when she spotted Clint. He appeared sober, at least from what Olivia could tell, and angry.
The Marine took a few moments to react, looking from Clint to the empty parking lot around him and then back to Clint, as if there were a chance he was talking to somebody else. The whole time he kept his grip on Olivia's arm too, like he was worried she would try and flee the moment he let go.
"Did you not hear me?" Clint asked, now only a few feet from the Marine and Olivia. "I said I think you need to let her go. And after you do that you should probably turn around and head back inside." The command in his voice was chilling and Olivia didn’t know how the Marine didn’t let go of her arm then and there, turn and flee inside.
But he didn't. "What the fuck is it to you?" The Marine said, the anger and intent clear in his voice.
"I'll ask you one more time," Clint responded. He was face to face with the Marine now. With his hands by his side he was completely vulnerable. Olivia wanted to yell out and warn him, tell him to watch out. But she didn’t. She never had the chance.
The Marine, done with words, let go of Olivia's arm if only to get a better position by which to attack Clint. The moment he released his grip he turned his body, clenched his fist, brought his arm back and dropped to the ground.
Olivia didn't even see it happen. One minute he was turning to attack Clint, the next he was on the ground, out cold. Clint, somehow, managed to knock him out without even moving. Well, obviously he had moved, but barely. It was so fast and so precise that Olivia barley caught it. If it wasn't for the passed out Marine on the floor she wouldn't have even realized it had happened.
"Are you OK?" Clint asked. Gone was the jovial, smart aleck facade that he usually carried with him. His tone was serious and his eyes were even more so. The way he looked at Olivia was that of someone who actually cared for her, who was furious with what he had just come across.
"I'm... yeah I'm..." She could barely get the words out. It wasn't even that she was shaken over the experience. And it wasn't that she was so grateful that she was having trouble forming words. It was that right then, in that moment, she was suddenly reminded of why she had fallen for Clint in the first place. She was transported back to the Naval Academy when Clint was everything to her. When he was the strong rock in her life that she used to lean on for support. When he was... when he was...
--
Whether it was she who invited him back to her house, or he who suggested it, Olivia couldn't recall. Really that detail wasn't important.
Within minutes of them walking through her front door, the two were all over each other. It wasn't that it was planned, or preordained. It was just that, coming off the moment in the parking lot, Olivia was unable to control herself. Four years of pent up desires unleashed themselves that night to the point where she wasn't thinking about what she was doing, or what the consequences might be. Instead she just did them.
They were in the kitchen when it happened. Olivia offered to make Clint a drink, which he accepted. But the moment she was in the tiny space, Clint lifted her up and plopped her on the kitchen table. As
he did so, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in so close that she could feel him getting hard beneath his jeans.
As the two locked in a passionate embrace, their lips clashing, he biting her neck while she pulled down on his hair in a state of ecstasy, she had to work to control herself. She had to stop herself from screaming.
Her free hand wasted no time in finding his belt. One quick movement with the buckle was all it took for her to unleash his pants and drop them to the ground. As Olivia had a skirt on, there was no need for Clint fo remove it. There wasn't time. At least it felt that way anyway. With his pants down, she wrapped her hand around his throbbing member, guiding it toward her open legs. It was hard in her palm, and she squeezed it as if working to engorge it even more than it already was.
Clint let off a low moan as he bite into her neck again. She threw her head back, sucking in air as his hand found its way to her inner thigh. He flicked her panties aside, his penis prodding the outside of her swollen lips. She braced herself, holding her breath as Clint finally slid inside of her.
The crazy thing was how natural it felt.
It didn't feel sluttly, or perverted or rushed. As she grinded him on the kitchen bench, and he pounded her for all she was worth, it felt like it was meant to be, as if what they were doing was the most normal thing in the world. She arched her hips up, allowing him deeper inside of her. He wrapped his hands around her firm backside, pulling her into him. It had been four years yet it felt as if not a day had passed since he was last inside of her.
He then flipped Olivia over, staying inside her the whole time as she bent herself over the bench. He slapped her ass and pulled her hair. She screamed for more and he complied. Right then and there Olivia knew that once wasn't going to be enough. This may have started out as a heat of the moment, base desire foray. But it wasn't going to remain that way.
She was, much to her dismay, falling for Clint all over again.
--
"So... a Navy SEAL?" Clint asked. The two had been lying in bed for some time in total silence. Olivia, wrapped in Clint's arms, was content with staring at the ceiling while she thought on what had just happened. She had a lot on her mind and was glad for the chance to ponder. Evidently Clint wasn't of the same mind.
"What about it?" she asked dismissively. She really hoped that he wasn't going to suddenly revert back to the stereotypical soldier. She had just given herself to him willingly, under the guise that he was different. She would have hated for him to prove otherwise.
"Nothing. It's just odd that's all – I don't mean odd in that way," he quickly retracted. Evidently he felt Olivia's body seize up as she readied herself to argue. "What I meant was that you never showed any interest in being a SEAL before. In fact I seem to remember you dismissing me when I told you I was going to become one?"
"I didn't dismiss you because you wanted to be a SEAL," Olivia began. "I did it because you were dropping out of the Naval Academy." She wasn't ready to tell him the real reason she had been angry at the time. Maybe one day she would, but not right then.
"What did that have to do with anything?" Clint asked. He didn't sound like was trying to start an argument. But more that he was genuinely curious.
"Because... well because now you can never be a commissioned officer. Without an education from the Academy the most you can ever hope for it to be an enlisted officer and that isn't... that severely limits your capabilities." It was a lame argument, but one she stuck to.
