Shifting Dynamics

Christmas Day in LA mid seventies.

Trigger raised his hand to knock and hesitated. Why was he here? He felt responsible for the fact that she'd be alone. It was a guilt he wasn't used to. Vietnam had taught him to live every day as if it was his last - a mantra he held close - but he'd really crapped on his own doorstep by having an affair with his best friend's girl. Worse, while his life had continued, hers had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. Was that the only reason he'd come? He wasn't exactly sure. Although he'd promised Duce not to mention Kelly's name again he couldn't let her spend Christmas Day on her own.

Trigger composed himself and knocked firmly.

"Hello?" Kelly's voice called suspiciously, from behind the closed door.

Trigger grinned. The twelve - no, fourteen - hour long shift had left him fucking exhausted. But the fatigue lifted at the sound of her voice. It

had

been a good idea to come here. He wasn't sure until just now. "It's fuckin Santa Claus," he answered.

As the door flew open. Kelly threw her arms round his neck and squealed with delight. "Merry Christmas!"

"Happy Christmas, TC." Trigger chuckled and hugged her back. "You gonna leave me standing out here like an idiot or invite me in?"

Kelly finally let him go. "Of course. But I wasn't expecting anyone, sorry." She looked embarrassed, moving to one side.

With the practiced ease of a soldier used to quickly assessing any location, Trigger scanned the tiny, bleak room. Single bed, rickety table and fragile looking wooden chairs that reminded him of Saigon. The addition of a kitchenette behind a threadbare beaded curtain was the only indication that they were in the US, not a Southeast Asia hooker's joint.

Trigger dropped his bag and leather jacket on the table, kicked his boots off and jumped onto the bed. The worn springs groaned as he arranged his large frame to lean against the wall where a headboard should have been. In his brief appraisal, it looked to be the only place safe enough to sit.

"I can get you some tea. Sorry I haven't got any coffee," Kelly said moving to the kitchen area.

"Tea'd be good," he agreed, then added a teasing, "Tea and Crumpets."

"How about turkey sandwiches?" she called back from behind the beaded curtain.

He looked at the tobacco stained, bland walls and grimaced. "Yeah, that'd be good. I'm starving." Having been on shift in the hospital since twenty-one hundred, then held up by a trauma coming in, he'd missed breakfast and now felt like he could eat his own arm. As a medic in 'Nam, he was used to hunger when out with his team, but a few years back in LA and his body preferred regular chow.

Kelly came out of the kitchen only a few moments later, carrying a plate with two sandwiches. She set it, and his tea, on the bedside cabinet before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How did you find me?" she asked sipping from her own mug.

With his mouth full, Trigger grinned at her. "I'm a fuckin commando, I can find anyone." He took another large bite of sandwich. "You not eating?"

She smiled patiently. "It's a bit early for my lunch."

"What your fuckin' Christmas dinner is sandwiches?" he asked, starting on the next one.

"With a camping burner that's about all I can do here," she answered flatly. Then, suddenly, she beamed at him, the smile lighting up her pretty face. "But it's good to see you."

Trigger smiled as she squeezed his lower leg. Finishing his food in a few big bites, he smoothly swung his legs high over her head so that he was sitting next to her.

"Got you a Christmas present." He stood and from his bag pulled out a flat parcel, wrapped in brown paper. He handed it to Kelly, before picking up his mug of tea and propping a shoulder against the wall.

"Oh no, you shouldn't have." Kelly dropped her head, embarrassed again. "I don't have anything to give you."

He shrugged. "Gifts are not a business transaction," he assured her, happy when she looked up smiling. "Are you gonna open it?"

Carefully, Kelly started tearing the paper. She stopped and threw her hand to her mouth. When she took her hand away, she was biting her lower lip, chin trembling. Freeing the picture from the paper, she lightly traced her finger over it.

Kelly looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unfallen tears. "It's-it's perfect." She sat staring at the small, lifelike portrait he had painted of her old dog and the tears silently made their way down her cheeks.

"It's meant to make you happy, not cry," he said, watching her with a frown.

Kelly stood up and placed the picture on the bed, then wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. "Thank you. Thank you,Trigger. It's the most amazing present I've had. Thank you."

"Don't think that's saying much," he chuckled, before realising it was probably the only thing she'd been given. "Why the hell are you still in LA?" he asked, patting her back absentmindedly as she clung to him.

She let him go and looked up. "I'm just working until I can afford to move on." Her smile was half-hearted. "Got a Christmas job. I'll go when it's over."

Trigger knew all about the 'Santa Sleigh Rides' in the park; Kelly dressed as a little green elf leading two antler-wearing ponies around, while 'Santa' sat in the back of the carriage fleecing gullible tourists. When he'd found out, he had made it his mission to get to the park by midnight, unseen.

Covert tracking skills weren't ones he expected to use back in the U.S. but the streets of LA were a different jungle. The image of Kelly's body bloodied and broken was enough to crush any idea he was stalking her. It helped him mitigate the guilt. It had taken two to tango but Kelly wasn't street savvy and now she was on her own. At least this way he made sure she got home alive, even if Kelly never knew he was there.

"What's your plan for the rest of the day?" Kelly asked, bringing Trigger's focus back to her as she picked up her tea and sat on the bed, still staring at the picture. "Is Duce doing you all a massive meal?"

Trigger's jaw ticked at the mention of his friend's name and the complete lack of feeling in Kelly's eyes as she said it, but he knew how to roll with the punches. "I can't stomach all the memory lane shit even when I'm stone cold sober," he replied smoothly. "I'm back on shift at eighteen hundred. Just enough time to get some shut eye before patching up every fucker who decides to hack their fingers off with an electric carving knife."

Kelly giggled. "You make it sound like such fun. Almost as exciting as my Christmas reading a book in here." She picked up the picture and carried it over to the table, propping it against the wall. Then she stood in front of Trigger, gently took his empty mug and leaned over to put it on the bedside cabinet. She raised up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly. "How about something more fun?" She caught his hand to draw him towards the bed.

That wasn't what he came here for and last time it had been a bad idea BUT... no commitments now. He grinned, letting her push him so he was sitting on the edge.

"Now you're talking." He wasn't stupid enough to turn down a hot girl and they weren't hurting anyone.

She straddled his lap, resting on her knees. Meeting her dancing eyes, he felt his groin stirring. His smile widened and more blood pooled when she lightly rolled her slim hips, rubbing against him.

"This'll be my present to you," she offered, low and sultry.

Her lips rested on his again, softly teasing, requesting permission to enter. He met her willingly, deepening the kiss as their tongues danced. With a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, she withdrew and trailed her lips along his jaw until they grazed his ear.

His breathing deepened as her warm wet breath caressed, whispering in his ear, "I take it you've got some...protection, because I don't."

He ran a hand through her long blonde hair. "Back pocket, baby."

Catching his breath, he felt her delicate hand tracing under his shirt, across his back and working into the pocket of his jeans. She slowly withdrew the condoms as her hips rolled and stroked him with her crotch. It wasn't what he had expected. He hadn't spoken to her since the night she had left, nearly two months ago. But she was right, this was a better way to spend Christmas. Holding her small waist, he dropped onto his back and lifted his legs up so that she was sitting astride him.

As soon as he let go, Kelly pulled her t-shirt over her head. Trigger reached up to stroke her glorious breasts encased in a simple black bra, but she surprised him by pushing firmly on his chest.

"No touching. You just lie back. This is your Christmas present from me," she said firmly, her sweet voice dripping with lust.

He smirked at her brazen need for him. If this was the way she wanted it, he certainly wasn't going to object. Compliantly resting his hands behind his head, he stared at her breasts as she slid off her bra. Too busy enjoying the view, he hardly noticed she'd taken her jeans off and was now totally naked. She still rocked against him as he felt his own jeans become more restrictive.

"Fancy fuckin moves," he laughed up at her.

"You haven't seen anything yet," she replied confidently. Leaning forward, she kissed him passionately.

More used to leading, Trigger tried to wind his fingers through her hair, but Kelly caught his wrist and pushed it back onto the bed, at no point breaking the kiss. Reflex alone made his other hand run softly along her side, but she pushed his arm away. Evidently that was not allowed either. In their kiss, her tongue fought for dominance.

Giving up, he put his hands back behind his head and hoped she'd open his jeans soon. It was getting uncomfortable and she wasn't stopping with the damn hot cock massage. Her bare pussy soaked his jeans as she gyrated over his firm bulge.

Just when he didn't think he could take any more, she lifted slightly. He could smell her femininity and it made his cock throb even harder. Poised on her knees, cute butt pushed up, Kelly used her mouth and fingers to slowly undo his shirt. It took every ounce of willpower not to grab her shoulders and flip her over. His whole body screamed to fuck her. Reaching the last button, her delicate fingers teased along his solid abdominals and his eyes slammed shut as he groaned in blissful agony.

Feeling her weight settle on his thighs, Trigger forced his eyes open.

She allowed him to sit up so she could pull the shirt off his shoulders, before immediately pushing him back. Then she started kissing and teasing down his chest. When she reached his abs, she peered up through long eyelashes, lips still pressed against his heated skin.

Meeting her eyes made his jeans grow even tighter. Her tongue traced every defined muscle, moving at a painfully slow pace towards his waistband. Finally, her teeth were on his belt, and small fingers slipped under his jeans to hold the buckle still. Trigger couldn't help but lift his pelvis towards her. Damn, he was so turned on he'd burst something if she didn't get a move on.

His eyes rolled back as she released his belt. Then the zipper. Fuck, she was so sexy. His pelvis thrust up again, desperate to feel her against him. But she wasn't there. Catching his waistband, she pulled his jeans down. He peered down to see a sultry smile as she rested between his feet. Her eyes dilated with lust appreciating his hard manhood between them. He reached to touch himself, needing physical contact around his cock.

Kelly scowled. "Ah ah. No," she said firmly. "You'll ruin it. This is all about you."

Groaning, Trigger put his hands back behind his head. "I fuckin want you, baby. Don't make me beg."

She slowly kissed her way up his legs. "And you're going to have every single bit of me."

As she lightly stroked his balls, he thrust towards her again. He looked down to see she was still staring at him.

"Merry Christmas, Trigger." Her mouth formed a delicious circle and with a dip of her chin, she closed around him. He hissed with pleasure.

Lips firmly held the head of his cock, while her tongue circled and dipped along the slit. Trigger swallowed hard at the sensation. Seeing her cheeks hollowed as she sucked was mesmerising. Saliva bathed his cock. Needing more, he tried to thrust, but Kelly moved with him, not allowing his rigid cock in any deeper. Before he could complain, delicate fingers wrapped around the shaft. Kelly turned her hand, spreading escaped drool. Her tongue never ceased massaging the head, as her beautiful face suckled.

"Ahh fuck, TC."

The responding moan from Kelly reverberated through his cock into his groin. Trigger felt his balls tighten. Agonisingly slowly, Kelly moved that hot little mouth down, her hand leading the way. The roughness of her tongue pressed against the shaft.

Trigger dug his fingernails into his palms to maintain a thread of control and not explode there and then.

Kelly's hair teased and tickled his hip as she worked up and down his cock. Sucking. Licking. Massaging. Firm hand pumping and turning below tight lips. Warm saliva soaking his aching balls. Trigger closed his eyes and groaned with bliss when he felt her fingers and thumb rolling the boys as she continued to bob and suck on his cock.

Virtually at the point of no return, Trigger yelled out as Kelly's mouth suddenly withdrew. His eyes flew open and he watched as she pushed her breasts around his cock.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmured, resting a calloused hand on her cheek.

Kelly briefly nuzzled against his touch. "Hands behind your head," she replied softly.

Trigger obeyed, transfixed by the sight of his cock between her breasts. Kelly arched her back and rocked. Saliva provided the perfect natural lubrication. Each time the head poked out, her hot wet tongue flicked over it. He could already picture that pretty face covered in cum as the familiar clenching in his gut hit him. But again, just at that vital moment, she was gone.

"What the fu..." Trigger's wail turned to a moan.

A condom, held in her mouth, slipped over his cock. Kelly didn't use her hands as she took him deep, lips pushing the rubber down. As she lifted her mouth off him, drool webbed between her chin and his cock. Trigger could feel his pre-cum oozing.

Trigger clenched his fists behind his head fighting the primal instinct to grab her, as she rearranged herself over his groin. Kelly's face and breasts were covered in saliva and pre-cum. His cock throbbed at the glorious mess. At that moment Kelly had never looked more beautiful.

Reaching between their flushed bodies, Kelly grasped his cock. She smiled and ran the tip back and forth between her lower lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned. Feeling his cock being positioned at her entrance, Trigger returned a growl of anticipation.

Kelly sank down. Tight pussy walls clenching around the head. Kelly moaned louder as she adjusted to the impalement. Trigger joined her with a guttural groan. Her hot wet pussy wrapped around him tightly as she slid lower. Trigger's abdominals almost cramped in his effort not to thrust upwards as she sat motionless upon his cock. The massaging of her clenching walls was nearly enough to make him shoot his load, but he was no amateur, so he waited for Kelly to move.

When she finally did, it was slow and deliberate. Her toned thighs trembled with effort as she rode his cock. The sensation of her pussy walls spasming around him, made Trigger throw his head back. The sound of her wetness as she slow-fucked his cock flooded his ears. This was officially his best Christmas present ever.

Unable to remain passive any longer, Trigger reached for Kelly's hips, wanting to drive her faster. Instead, she moved out of reach, leaving his cock exposed.

"Ah, come on, baby," Trigger wailed.

Kelly grinned and with a dip of her chin took him in her mouth again. Trigger saw stars.

All their previous illicit encounters had been led by Trigger; control is his comfort zone. It surprised him the depth of trust he had in the small woman currently making every synaptic nerve ending dance. He willingly gave his submission to her. Fighting the basal instinct to direct; it surprised Trigger how much he was enjoying the role reversal.

She kept him teetering on the edge; each time he thought he couldn't hold back, Kelly did something different. Never letting him touch, as she used her hands, mouth and breasts. Every move forced him to groan with pleasure.

Finally, Kelly climbed onto him. Trigger's body vibrated, wanting to be connected with her in the most primal way. He had little control as he thrust deep.

Her small hands caught under his knees drawing them up. He obliged, struggling to concentrate on anything more than the immediate situation. She rested back on his raised legs as she gave him a full show riding him. Breasts bouncing, head thrown back, hair teasing his knees. Her own moans blending with his. He was about to announce he was coming when she once again stopped and moved off him.

"What? Fuckin come back," he cried out. Before he had finished protesting, her mouth was back around his cock. Sucking. Sliding. Teasing.

His balls ached and the edges of his vision blurred. Constantly left hanging on the cusp of orgasm with the intoxicating pleasure he always felt just before release. She truly worked his body. He'd be buried deep within her; then in the blink of an eye, she'd be sucking and licking him. Her hands ignited his soul as every nerve fired in erotic pleasure.

He'd never been this close for so long. Idly, he wondered if he'd pass out before she let him come. Time had become a meaningless concept as his body and mind submitted completely to her expertise.

Doing that damn sexy mouth trick again, she seamlessly changed the rubber. Her tongue felt like he'd found heaven as she carefully wrapped and dropped the old condom off the bed. Kelly slowly moved to kiss and tease his abs again.

Trigger could only make guttural groans. The ability to speak had deserted him long ago. He wanted her. Damn it, he needed her more than he'd ever needed anyone before. Yet still she teased him.

Delicate lips reached his chest. Suddenly teeth closed around a nipple and pulled back. Trigger yelled out at the exquisite pain. His rigid cock danced and slapped his abs. Releasing his nipple Kelly kissed up his neck and over his jaw. Hungrily he kissed her back, his tongue caressing her mouth like his hands were desperate to over every inch of her body. His pelvis thrust unconsciously into the air, a desperate plea for her touch again.

Then she was on him. He thrust, her pussy walls gripping firm. Unable to control himself any longer, Trigger caught Kelly's wrists and pushed them behind her back, pinning them in one hand. She smiled and continued to rock upon his cock. A sheen of sweat glistened over her skin. He wrapped his other hand just under her jaw, lifting and applying light pressure. Kelly moaned loudly and her pussy clamped tighter on his cock.

Jack-hammering with hard, deep, furious motions, he watched her wildly flying breasts and felt her moans through the hand against her throat. The animalistic sound she made threw him into the abyss.

With more power than he thought possible, he came. His hips lost rhythm as he jerked again and again. The eruption seemed to go on forever. Struggling to drag enough air into his aching lungs, he thrust into her spasming pussy. Still, she looked at him; still moaning, still with that damn hot as smile. He wanted to keep watching but his eyelids snapped shut as his hips continued to jerk. Her pussy milked every last drop of cum.

His hips slowed, then stilled. The hold on Kelly fell away, his arms lying limply on the bed. All he could feel was his heart crashing against his chest and Kelly lying on him. A whole VIet Cong platoon could have burst through the door, Trigger couldn't move a muscle. He was only vaguely aware of Kelly reaching down to hold his sensitive cock. She slowly climbed off, removed the rubber, and wrapped and disposed of it.