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Commanding Officer x K9 Handler (Semper Fi x desperado1089)

"Better," he said. "But the Doc's right. I should take it easy. TBI's are no joke, but the supply chain certainly is. Shall we?" He picked up his rifle, pulled his cover from a vest pocket (but not putting it on yet, of course), and made to leave the infirmary tent, gesturing to Kat in an "after you" sort of way.
 
She nods, "No, they aren't. I've had my fair share over the years," She said as she stepped out of the tent, Zero at her side, helmet resting on her head as she had gear shrugged over both shoulders. She angled towards her room. "What are you doing with 72 hours of rest?" She asked, wondering if he actually intended to rest. She knew she wouldn't be. She planned on working Zero and keeping her exercise routine up, even with the bruised ribs and the graze wound.
 
John chuckled and put on his cover, following Kat. "TBI stands for Traumatic Brain Injury, Sergeant. If you had your 'fair share over the years', we would not be walking through this FOB having this pleasant conversation. And perhaps I should consider spending those 72 hours making sure you follow your doctors' orders?" He had read her file; she was most certainly going to take this time to work. "Allow me to provide an alternative suggestion. I am a certified massage therapist. I minored in organic chemistry in college. I have found a plant that grows in the desert around here that, when ground up and made into a massage oil, provides a degree of sub-dermal benefit...such as accelerating the healing of broken blood vessels that cause bruising." And it's a hell of an aphrodisiac, he didn't add.
 
She smirks, "Even a concussion counts as a TBI, Major." She said as they walked, "And those, I've had my fair share of." Chuckling as he mentioned making sure she followed doctor's orders "Can't say I've ever been good at following the doctor's orders." She mused, eventually reaching the building she stepped inside, enjoying the A/C. "Massage huh? Can't remember the last time I had one of those." She said, it sounded absolutely heavenly, and she tried to not think about the slight strangeness at the idea of getting a massage from her CO. She felt comfortable with him, and he was the one to suggest it.
 
"Excellent! Meet me in my quarters in five minutes." And with that he sauntered off to his room, trying not to seem too happy. Once he got there, he quickly unloaded his rifle and shotgun, putting them on racks he had on the walls, and storing the ammo in proper containers. Next, he took off his pistol belt, his vest, then his boots and finally his uniform, until he was clad only in his boxers. He replaced his uniform with a white terry-cloth robe; he didn't want to seem too forward at first. He walked over to the corner of the room, where a folding, portable massage table leaned against the wall, a belt with a pouch for bottles of massage oil slung over it. It hadn't been used since his ex died. Smiling wistfully, he unfolded the table in the middle of the room, then walked into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and pulled out his "special" massage oil, returning to the main room and sliding it into the belt pouch. Satisfied that everything was ready, all that was missing was Kat.
 
She watched him go, shaking her head, "Probably a bad idea, Doyle," She muttered to herself, as she headed off to her room. She'd have to be blind to not see how attractive he was, but he was a Major, and more than that he was her CO, she knew she shouldn't get involved with him. She had enough trouble without people finding out and thinking she was trying to sleep her way through her tour. She tended to her gear methodically, insuring it was all in it's proper place before she fed Zero and got him settled. Then she changed into a pair of short and a clean tank top. Leaving her K9 in her room, she headed off towards Major Austen's quarters. Knocking on his door she waited for him to answer.

((I'm off to bed! Have a good night!))
 
((Awww! Just when we were getting to the good part!))

"Come!", he answered. When Kat opened the door, she would see the massage table front-and-center, and a few candles were lit on some of the furniture. John's arms would be wide, and his smile wider, as if he were one of those hippies that always wore "Free Hugs" T-shirts. He certainly could use one right now. And he looked like it too, his smile not quite reaching his sad eyes, his lips trembling slightly, and finally the engagement ring hanging from the dog tags that the robe did nothing to conceal.
 
Kat entered after getting permission, rhe scenery surprised her a bit, "You go all out, don't you?" She said in amusement. Kat could see the sadness in his eyes, it didn't take her long to spit the engagement ring on his dog tags, that only meant one thing, his fiancé died. Of course she didn't know how long ago. "How's this work?" She asked, not bringing attention to the sadness she felt radiating off of him, knowing she wouldn't want virtually a stranger mentioning it about her, if roles were reversed.
 
Dropping his arms, John moved around the table and shut and locked the door behind Kat. Turning to her, he said, "First, a story, about this ring, in fact." He gestured to his dog tag chain. "This was going to be given to a very special woman, once it was possible. One that I built up a very close relationship with. Her name was Sergeant Jill Albertson, United States Marine Corps. She was killed along with her K9 dog, Boomer, less than a mile outside FOB Alpha-Two-Niner, by an IED blast. Her enlistment was to be completed a week later. So the regulations about officers and enlisted personnel would have no longer bound her if she had just lasted another goddamn week!" Looking at Kat, he shrugged. "Maybe I just piled too much on you. If you wanna leave, I'll understand."
 
Kat turned to face him as he talked, speaking about the woman he loved. Her gaze softened as he talked about her being killed, she'd been the K9 handler before her. "I'm sorry to here that." She said softly, what a kick in the gut, to not only loose her, but to loose her a week before. That was war for you, it knocked you on your ass when you least expected it. Shaking her head, she said, "No, it's good to talk about it, even if it hurts. I'm not going anywhere." She said simply, she reached out, squeezing his hand gently, offering some type of comfort.
 
John took her hand on his as a sign that she wouldn't object to a hug, which he gave her, the softness of the robe a pleasant counterpoint to the harshness of the land they found themselves in. He sniffed a little, said, "Thank you, Kat," and released her. He turned back to the massage table and picked up two towels off of it, both of which were folded in order to cover Kat's breasts and privates. "Since this is for your ribs, you should lie on your back." Setting the towels down, he grabbed the belt with the pouch, walked a few feet away, and turned around to give Kat some privacy, taking off the robe to reveal that he was only in his boxers, and fastening the belt around his waist.
 
The hug was a bit unexpected but she returned it gently, sometimes human comfort was needed. Once he'd turned his back she stripped out of her tank top and shorts, but ultimately decided to leave her bra and underwear on. She laid down on the massage table, using the towels to cover herself before she said, "Alright," Signaling to John that she was ready. "I'm not really known for my ability to relax." She chuckled, Kat was wound tighter than a corkscrew most days and never really relaxed or turned it off. If her body wasn't constantly going then her mind certainly was.
 
John turned back, and noticed that Kat's underwear was not part of the pile of clothes on the nearby table. He chuckled, and said, "What sort of massage is given to someone who still has their underwear on? Plus, this oil stains." He turned his back to her again, and he wasn't gonna start the massage until she was completely nude. Obviously he didn't say so, but he was certainly thinking it.
 
She quirked a brow, she thought about arguing but instead she just stood up, sliding her underwear and bra off, adding them to her pile of clothes. Settling back on the table she covered herself, "Alright, now I'm ready," she said with some amusement.
 
"Excellent!", John said, and turned back around, pulling the bottle from his belt. Even with the towels, he thought Kat was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He had considered warning Kat about the aphrodisiac effects of the oil, but after the amount of resistance she had put up, he decided to let her figure it out for herself. Plus, even the most potent of aphrodisiacs only enhanced attraction that already existed, so it wasn't like he was taking away her consent.

He stepped up to the table, opened the bottle, and dribbled some of the oil onto Kat's stomach, making sure to rub it in lightly.
 
She laid there, feeling a touch awkward, seeing as she really never just laid there, doing nothing. Her muscles in her stomach flexed as the oil hit it. Her stomach and ribs already had dark purple brusing coming in. Sighing softly as he began to rub, at first it hurt a little as he touched the bruising. But it didn't take long for it to start feeling good. Slowly she started to relax, stretching under his hands as she got more comfortable. "God that feels good," she murmured.
 
"Hmm," John said in agreement. The oil's effects were starting to get to him, as his boxers began to tent rather obviously. He soon was in danger of his eight-inch cock poking through the gap in the front of his underwear, so he had to dip below the table and Kat's sight line as he continued to rub in the oil, moving from her stomach to her shoulders, next.
 
Kat shifted her weight a bit as she felt her arousal growing, what the fuck? She wondered. Sure she'd thought the Major was handsome and if he hadn't been her CO, maybe she'd have made a move. But her hormones had never been in overdrive before. Despite her relaxation, she felt her heart rate increasing, her breathing deepening as she tried to control the sensations racing through her.
 
John noticed her weight shifting, her breathing deepening. Smiling, he leaned in and whispered, "There's something else that this plant does. Have you figured it out yet?" He chuckled in a mock-sinister way, and merely kissed Kat's cheek, staying in that position as he waited to see what she would do.
 
Kat smirked, popping an eye open to glance at him. "Yeah I think I'm figuring it out," She murmured her voice a little rougher, her western drawl a touch more prominent now that she was aroused. Her pale grey eyes were a storm cloud color now, and her skin rippled at the light kiss. Her rational brain said this was inappropriate, he was her CO, and they were strangers. But she wasn't listening to the rational part of her brain right now.
 
As if sensing the rational part of Kat's brain and what it was thinking, John said, "Remember, I was Jill's CO too." And with that, he kissed her full on the lips, holding it for a second or two before raising his head up a few inches. He was at the "head" of the table, so the kiss was made while he was upside-down, from her perspective.
 
She nodded, he was right. When he kissed her, she didn't hesitate, she returned the upside down kiss eagerly. She'd never crossed the line with her CO, she had with another soldier, but this would be different. When the kiss broke, she breathed deeply, looking up at him for a moment. Then she leaned up, kissing him again, deeper this time, she nipped playfully at his upper lip, smirking into the kiss.
 
John, meanwhile, was moaning slightly as Kat kissed him again. He let his tongue dance with hers for about five seconds before he broke apart, and said, "I want you so bad," panting with need and desire. He picked her up off the massage table, the towels stubbornly remaining in place, and carried her bridal-style to his bed. Discarding the massage therapist's belt, he dropped his boxers and stood over her in all his glory, his eight-inch erection as straight and hard as a flagpole.
 
They'd already gone this far, and Kat saw no reason to stop now. They were consenting adults, no one gave a damn about the rules. As he carried her, she looped her arms around his neck, leaning in to press kisses along his jaw line until he laid her on the bed. She tossed the towels to the side, revealing herself without a hint of shyness. Female approval was clear in her eyes as she looked at him. Reaching up she took his hand and tugged him to join her on the bed.
 
John let Kat "tug" him to the bed, and they resumed making out, his hands exploring every inch of her body, paying particular attention to her hairy mound and her rapidly stiffening nipples. But the beast was hungry, and he didn't wait long before breaking apart and saying, his voice thick with desire, "Do I need to use a condom, or...?", as he lay on his back, wanting her to ride him, at first anyway.
 
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