Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Izzy

I zzy was terrified. Terrified of being found out. The rumors about her and Drew were swirling around the base. Her reputation was in jeopardy.

Izzy was terrified of how much she had enjoyed the sex with Drew. It was life changing sex. Drew had made her body sing in ways she hadn’t even known were possible. And what Izzy was mostly terrified of was her own feelings that were bubbling up inside and she had to keep shutting them down.

Her feelings for Drew were more than just sex and that was totally not the plan.

Izzy was a woman for plans. And when things happened that messed with her plan… well, she couldn’t handle that.

She couldn’t handle the feelings she was having whenever she saw Drew. A complex mix of crazy lust and desire combined with…. well, she liked her. She liked the easy intimacy they shared.

And she desperately wanted Drew to take her and fuck her. Every day. Every night. Forever.

It had to just be a sex thing, right? Great sex complicating things and making her believe she had feelings?

Isabel couldn't shake the feeling of regret weighing her down since the previous week. She had pushed Drew away, trying to maintain a professional boundary, but now she couldn't stop thinking about the hurt she might have caused.

As she lay in bed, Izzy's mind wandered to the moment she had rejected Drew's advances. She remembered the disappointment and confusion on Drew's face, and it pierced her heart like a dagger. Izzy had tried to convince herself she was doing the right thing, but now she wasn't so sure.

She couldn't stop thinking about how Drew probably hated her now. Had she ruined their working relationship forever? Had she lost the trust and respect of her most valued team member? The thoughts swirled in her head like a vortex, making it hard to sleep.

Izzy tossed and turned, her sheets tangled around her legs. She felt like she was losing control, like she was drowning in her own emotions. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared her.

She thought about reaching out to Drew to apologize and explain herself, but she hesitated. What if Drew didn't want to hear from her? What if she had already written off Izzy as a lost cause?

As the night wore on, Izzy's regret only deepened. She realized that she had been so focused on maintaining her authority and control that she had forgotten how to be human. She had forgotten how to connect with others, how to be vulnerable.

The storm outside seemed to mirror her inner turmoil, the thunder booming and the lightning flashing like a strobe light. Izzy felt like she was trapped in her own personal storm, with no escape in sight.

As the first light of dawn crept into her room, Izzy made a decision. She would reach out to Drew, despite the potential risk. She would apologize and try to make things right. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Drew's trust and respect forever.

A few hours later, Izzy took a deep breath and made her way to Drew's quarters, determined to make amends for her previous mistake. As she walked down the corridor, she rehearsed her apology speech, hoping to find the right words to repair their relationship.

Just as she was about to reach Drew's door, General Jackson, her commanding officer, stepped out of the shadows, his expression stern. “Oakley, I need to see you for a minute."

Izzy's heart sank, but she followed the general to a nearby briefing room. He explained that they had received intel about a high-value target who had been terribly injured, and he needed her to lead a team to extract the target immediately.

Izzy nodded, her mind racing with the mission details. She knew she had to put her personal feelings aside and focus on the task at hand.

After the briefing, Izzy made her way to Drew's quarters once again, her heart heavy with anticipation. When she entered the room, Drew looked up from her desk, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Izzy's presence.

Izzy didn't miss the look Drew shot her, the tension between them as high as it has been, if not higher. Drew's expression was guarded, her jaw set in a firm line. Izzy knew she had hurt Drew deeply, and repairing the damage would take more than just an apology.

"Major," Izzy said, her voice firm but respectful, "I need to speak with you about the mission briefing. General Jackson has assigned us to extract a high-value target."

Drew nodded curtly, her eyes never leaving Izzy's face. "I'm listening, Lieutenant Colonel."

Izzy felt a pang of regret, knowing she had to put their personal issues aside for now. She began to brief Drew on the mission, trying to maintain a professional tone despite the underlying tension between them.

As they discussed the details, Izzy couldn't help but notice how Drew's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for any sign of weakness or insincerity. She knew she had to prove herself, not just as a commander, but as someone worthy of Drew's trust and respect. Oh, and stop looking about Drew’s hands and remembering how good they felt on her body… and inside her.

The conversation about the mission continued, but a few minutes later, it was not lost on Izzy how Drew went from almost murdering her with her eyes to avoiding her gaze entirely, not making eye contact once. Drew's gaze darted around the room, focusing on the maps, the intel reports, and even the floor, but never meeting Izzy's eyes.

Izzy felt a pang of discomfort, knowing that Drew had probably gone from being hurt and angry from their previous encounter to not caring at all. She tried to maintain a professional tone, but it was hard to ignore the elephant in the room, especially as that elephant had obviously figured out a way to cut her off her life for good.

"Major, we need to coordinate our team's movements carefully," Izzy said, pointing to the map. "We can't afford to have any miscommunication during the extraction."

Drew nodded, her eyes fixed on the map. "Agreed, Lieutenant Colonel. I'll make sure to brief the team on the comms protocol."

She noticed Drew's voice was crisp and detached, lacking the warmth and camaraderie that usually characterized their interactions. It was as if Drew had built a wall around herself, and Izzy wasn't sure how to breach it.

As they continued discussing the mission details, Izzy tried again to catch Drew's eye, but Drew avoided her gaze at all costs. It was like they were two strangers discussing a business deal, not two colleagues who had shared a moment of intimacy barely a week before.

Izzy felt a pang of regret and longing, knowing she had caused this rift between them. She wanted to reach out and touch Drew's arm, to reassure her that everything would be okay, but she knew that would be a mistake.

Instead, she focused on the mission, trying to keep the conversation on track. But she couldn't shake the feeling that Drew was slipping away from her, and she didn't know how to stop it.

They set out for the mission. As they got ready and donned their uniforms, Izzy noticed that Drew's was slightly askew, the hem of her pants torn and her jacket zipper stuck. Izzy instinctively reached out to help, but Drew brushed her off brashly.

"I can handle it, Lieutenant Colonel," Drew said curtly, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

Izzy felt a sting from the rebuff, but she tried to brush it off as mere pre-mission jitters. However, the exchange didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the team. The male soldiers nearby exchanged hushed talks and jeers, their snickers and whispers carrying on the wind.

She saw the whispering and the snickering and knew what it was about.

Izzy's face burned with embarrassment and frustration. She knew that Drew's rejection was not just due to pre-mission jitters. She tried to focus on the mission ahead, but the whispers and snickers continued, making her skin crawl.

“Has anyone got something they want to say?” Izzy said, her voice booming and brokering no argument.

Silence washed across the soldiers immediately and every hint of a smirk disappeared from their faces.

Izzy let out the breath she had been holding. That was better. A little respect.

As they moved out, Drew walked ahead, her back stiff and unyielding. Izzy followed, her eyes fixed on Drew's back, wondering how they had reached this point. The distance between them seemed to grow with every step, and Izzy knew she had to find a way to bridge it before it was too late.

The mission was already fraught with danger, and they couldn't afford to have their personal issues compromise their focus. But as they navigated the treacherous terrain, Izzy couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a minefield, both literally and emotionally.

When they landed on the outskirts of the territory, Izzy quickly assessed the situation. The civilians were scattered, some wounded, others frightened. She sprang into action, her training kicking in as she began to give each doctor a wounded soldier to tend to while looking out for the high-value target.

Drew and the rest of the team fanned out, securing the perimeter and setting up a defensive position. Izzy focused on the civilians, her hands moving swiftly and surely as she bandaged wounds and administered first aid.

Everything was going to plan. The mission was proceeding smoothly, and they had encountered minimal resistance. But then, without warning, one of the wounded civilians pulled out a grenade and held it up, his eyes wild with fear and desperation.

"Get back!" he shouted, his voice trembling. "I won't let you take me alive!"

Izzy froze, her heart racing. She knew that if the grenade detonated, it would kill everyone in the vicinity. She slowly began to back away, trying not to make sudden movements that would trigger the man's panic.

Drew appeared at her side, her weapon drawn but held low. "Let's talk about this," Drew said calmly, her voice soothing. "We're here to help. We won't hurt you."

The man's eyes darted between Izzy and Drew, his grip on the grenade tightening. Izzy knew they had to act fast or risk losing everything. She took a deep breath and tried to think of a solution, but her mind was blank.

Just as the wounded man's finger closed around the grenade's pin to pull it, a single shot rang out. The man's body jerked, and he crumpled to the ground, the grenade slipping from his grasp.

Drew reacted in a flash, dashing toward the grenade as it rolled away from the man's lifeless body. She scooped it up and threw it with all her strength, her arm extended in a perfect arc.

Time seemed to slow as the grenade soared through the air, spinning end over end. Izzy watched in horror, her heart racing with fear. But Drew's aim was true, and the grenade landed with a thud in a nearby ditch, detonating harmlessly.

The blast sent a shockwave through the air, but it was muffled by the distance.

As the grenade detonated, Drew scrunched to the ground, folding her body against the dirt and taking Izzy down with her. She breathed a sigh of relief as Drew turned to her, her face grimy with sweat and dirt.

"Drew, oh God, are you okay?" Izzy reached out to help her up.

To her surprise, Drew brushed her off again, her expression darkening. "I'm fine, Lieutenant Colonel. Just get back to the mission." And she got up.

"Thanks for taking him down," Drew said as she turned, nodding toward the sniper who had shot the man.

Izzy didn't back down. She grasped Drew's arm, her grip firm. "No, Drew, I won't leave you like this. You could have been hurt."

Drew's eyes flashed with anger, and she shook off Izzy's grip. "I said I'm fine, Lieutenant Colonel. Don't make a fuss."

But Izzy stood her ground, her voice rising. "Why are you doing this, Drew? Why are you putting yourself in danger for me? You're constantly risking your life, and I don't understand why."

Drew's face twisted in a snarl. "You really don't get it, do you, Lieutenant Colonel? I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for the mission, for the team. And even if I were doing it for you, which I'm not, you wouldn't deserve it after the way you've treated me."

The argument escalated, their voices growing louder and more heated. The rest of the team stared, uncomfortable, as the tension between them boiled over.

"You're so caught up in your own guilt and regret that you can't even see what's right in front of you," Drew spat. "I'm not some damsel in distress, Lieutenant Colonel. I can take care of myself."

Izzy's face burned with anger and hurt. "How can you say that, Drew? After everything we've been through?"

"What have we been through?" Drew lashed out. "I just saved your life as I would any other member of this team. Why do you have to make it seem like you're something special? Just say thank you and move on."

Izzy nodded, still trying to process what had just happened, but she didn't want to be a topic for the men two times in one day. "Thanks for saving us," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.

The team erupted into a flurry of activity, securing the area and tending to the wounded civilians. Izzy and Drew exchanged a look, their eyes locking in a moment of understanding. They knew that their differences would have to wait. For now, they had a mission to complete.

But as Drew turned and walked away, leaving Izzy standing alone, her heart banged heavy with emotions, and she wondered if they would ever make up again.

Later that night, Izzy had just finished dinner and was already preparing her bed when she heard a knock on the door of her quarters. Peeping through the keyhole, she recognized Drew and memories of their earlier argument rushed back.

Isabel let her in and could tell that the tension still simmered beneath the surface, even as they engaged in polite conversation discussing the mission and the team's progress.

As they talked, Izzy couldn't help but notice how Drew's eyes sparkled like emeralds in the dim light or how her hair curled in short messy golden waves. It was usually slicked back when working or under a helmet. But here, like this, freshly washed, Izzy could smell the shampoo and desperately wanted to run her fingers through it. She felt a flutter in her chest, and a heat between her legs before suddenly, the conversation turned heated again.

"You're still not listening to me, Lieutenant Colonel," Drew said, her voice rising. "You're still not taking me seriously."

Izzy stood, her heart racing. "That's not true, Drew. I am listening. And I do take you seriously."

Drew's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step closer to Izzy. "Really? Because it feels like you're just humoring me, like I'm some kind of pet that needs to be placated."

Izzy's face burned with frustration, and she reached out, grasping Drew's arms. "That's not fair, Drew. I'm trying to understand you."

Drew's eyes locked onto Izzy's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with emotion. Then, without thinking, Izzy leaned in, her lips brushing against Drew's in a soft, gentle kiss.

Drew's eyes widened in surprise, but she melted into the kiss, her lips parting to deepen the connection. Izzy felt a rush of excitement, her heart soaring as she realized that both her feelings and her hunger for Drew came flooding right back.

As they broke apart for air, Drew's eyes sparkled with shock and confusion. "Lieutenant Colonel, what...?"

Izzy's face burned with embarrassment, but she didn't back down. "I don't know, Drew. I just couldn't help myself."

As she tried to kiss Drew again, Drew's eyes flashed with uncertainty, and she almost pulled away. But something in Izzy's gaze held her back, and she hesitated, her lips parting slightly.

Izzy took advantage of the opening, her lips brushing against Drew's in a soft, gentle needy caress. Drew's resistance melted away, and she leaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Izzy's waist.

They broke apart for air, and Drew's eyes searched Izzy's face. "What are we doing, Izzy?"

Izzy's voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't know, Drew. But I can't deny this anymore."

Their lips met again, Izzy’s kisses were needy as all her unspoken want poured into Drew’s mouth.

Suddenly Drew came alive as though the animal within her was unleashed. She pushed Izzy back against the wall and roughly unfastened Izzy’s pants pushing her right hand inside Izzy’s pants and her underwear.

Izzy felt her legs part instinctively as she relied on the wall to hold her up.

Drew’s fingers weren’t waiting, they were seeking and probing and pushing inside of her all at once. Izzy felt wet all of a sudden. Very wet.

She cried out as Drew’s fingers opened her up and bit Drew’s shoulder through her shirt. Drew’s fingers thrust hard and deep- straight into her with no warm up and as shocking as that was to Izzy, she realized she wanted it. She wanted Drew inside her so very badly.

She needed Drew inside of her. She needed to feel Drew fucking her in the same way as she needed air to breathe.

“Fuck me,” she whispered in Drew’s ear, her voice throaty and hoarse. “I need to feel you fuck me.”

Drew immediately responded, her fingers thrusting into her and out of her. Izzy could hear the squelch of her own wetness and the deep earthy sound of her own moans. She had never been loud during sex. Until Drew. With Drew, she was very loud during sex.

She had also never imagined that rough sex was something she was into.

Until Drew.

She was pinned against the wall by Drew’s body. She was still fully dressed but Drew’s fingers were fucking her in a way she had never been fucked before. She felt Drew pull out and add another finger before thrusting into her once again and Izzy felt her body opening up for Drew as though her body knew it wanted to take everything Drew had for her.

“Harder, please… fuck me harder,” Izzy heard herself saying things she never had before and Drew responded. She felt Drew’s fingers moving harder and faster into her and out of her.

She felt Drew’s thumb sliding against her clitoris and she knew her orgasm was close.

She felt Drew’s lips against her ear and a shiver ran right through her.

“Come for me, baby,” Drew growled and right at that second Izzy felt her orgasm tear right through her body in strong waves. She felt herself gush down the inside of her thighs, soaking her underwear and her pants.

“Oh, fuck..” she moaned.

Her legs felt weak and Drew released her and she fell instinctively to her knees. She knew what Drew would want now and although she was still riding high on her own orgasm she looked up at Drew in absolute submission to her.

“Fuck my face, if you like,” Izzy gave her permission and their eyes met. Drew’s eyes were dark green now and filled with lust. She looked down at Izzy with so much hunger Izzy felt like it would never ever be satisfied.

She unbuckled her pants and pushed them to the floor along with her underwear.

She stepped forwards until she was above Izzy, their gaze still fixed on each others. She took hold of Izzy’s head in her hands and pulled it tight into her pussy.

Izzy opened her mouth to receive the hot wetness of Drew’s desire. Just like last time, fucking Izzy had clearly turned Drew on so much. She began to grind herself onto Izzy’s face, holding Izzy tightly in.

Izzy could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. Her mouth and tongue moved instinctively to please Drew.

The way Drew chose to take her own orgasms from Izzy was the single most erotic thing Izzy thought she had ever experienced. She hadn’t stopped thinking about the last time Drew had fucked her face and come in her mouth and this time was no different.

Izzy felt dizzy at how good it felt feeling Drew taking pleasure on her tongue, tasting the hot earthy scent of her sex, hearing her deep moans of enjoyment.

“That’s right, baby. You are so fucking good to me baby.” Drew growled and Izzy continued to work hard for her with her tongue and her mouth. She wanted to lap up every bit of wetness Drew had for her, but the more she licked, the more wetness came.

“This is my favorite way to come, baby,” Drew groaned and pulled her head in tighter. Drew’s fingers were tangled tightly in her hair. “On your beautiful face…. In your hungry needy mouth…”

With that, Drew’s whole body tightened and she came hard, crying out and bucking her hips against Izzy’s mouth. Izzy swallowed and licked, swallowed and licked, desperate to take every drop of Drew’s orgasm.

Izzy looked up at Drew and met her glittering green gaze.

“Good girl, baby. Good girl.”

As Drew prepared to leave, Izzy felt a pang of uncertainty. They had crossed a line, but what did it mean for their future?

Drew's eyes seemed to hold the same questions as she dressed and turned to face Izzy. "What does this mean, Izzy?"

Izzy shook her head, feeling helpless. "I don't know, Drew. I only know that I needed you, and suddenly, you were there."

Drew's expression was guarded, her eyes searching Izzy's face. "And now?"

Izzy took a deep breath. "I don't know. But I do know that I want to explore this, to see where it takes us."

Drew nodded, her face still uncertain. "I want that too. But what about the mission, the team, our duties?"

Izzy's heart sank, knowing that their love was forbidden and could compromise their careers and relationships with their comrades.

As Drew turned to leave, Izzy felt a sense of desperation. "Drew, wait."

Drew turned back, her eyes questioning.

Izzy's voice was barely above a whisper. "What if this is all we have? What if this is the only chance we get?"

Drew's expression softened, and she took a step closer. "Then let's make the most of it," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

She took Izzy’s face in her hands and kissed her deeply and passionately, her tongue exploring Izzy’s mouth and Izzy felt that familiar heat rising again between her legs.

“Oh, Drew,” she moaned.