Author's note: This is a story based on a recurring fantasy I had while serving my seond tour in Iraq. While it never happened in real life, there is something to be said for dreaming.
The midnight air still felt stifling as Trevor stepped from the dining facility. The moon was hanging in the sky, a crescent shape that was somehow appropriate here in the land of the crescent moon. The Baghdad night was still and with no hint of a breeze. Even with only a pair of lightweight shorts and a t-shirt on, he could still feel the beads of perspiration begin to form. Turning to his left, he stepped to head away from the dining facility, when he ran head on into a head of short brown hair. Reaching out, he grabbed two slim arms and looked down to see a slim brunette staring back at him. A momentary image flashed through his mind of what that body would look like underneath that uniform, and he ruthlessly pushed it away before his body could respond with any more than a slight twitch.
Beth threw her hands up, pressing them against the chest before her. She could feel the muscles ripple slightly underneath the thin t-shirt. Gulping a little bit, she stepped back and Trevor let his hands drop to his sides. The thought came to her mind of what he would look like without his shirt, and her mouth went a little dry. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and realized it who it was she was having lewd thoughts about.
"Trevor?" she asked, "oh my god, where have you been? I haven't seen you in about 3 weeks." she stepped forward and threw her arms around him.
Trevor felt the arms around his neck, but was more aware of the pressure of her breasts against his chest. Slipping his arms around her waist, he gave her a quick squeeze and released her. "I just got back from mission this afternoon." he replied, knowing that Beth was smart enough to let it drop. He re-adjusted the weapon slung across his back, "what are you doing here, getting midnight chow?"
Beth shook her head, her short brown hair waving as she did so, "no, just ducking in grab a Gatorade. Where are you going now?"
Trevor sighed, "I just heading back to my bunk."
"Why don't I walk with you?" she asked quietly, "I missed talking with you. You're one of the few people around here I can really talk to."
Jerking his head to the side, "sure". Together they walked out of the concrete barriers surrounding the dining facility and started to head towards the living areas. As they walked, they talked of nothing important, just letting the conversation drift where it may. Every once in a while, Trevor would glance down and see Beth's legs sticking out of the army shorts she wore, the gently tanned skin glowing in the moonlight. Only the fact that he considered her a friend, and believed that she thought the same way about him, kept him from doing the things his mind was coming up with. Not that he wouldn't enjoy it given the chance. Passing the motor pool, he glanced over to where the line of his vehicles were and saw the shine of a flashlight moving through the line.
"Hang on a second," he motioned toward the motor pool, "I need to check this out." Trevor quickly moved toward the line, Beth trailing behind him. He walked up and down the line, looking for the owner of the flashlight, but couldn't find anyone. "Probably just one of the roving guards," he muttered under his breath. He turned to see Beth standing besides one of the field ambulances, and looking like a fairy elf in the faint moonlight. His breath hitched in his chest and a powerful jolt of lust slammed through him. He began to move out of the motor pool when he heard Beth's voice softly calling him over. He walked toward her and stood withing arms reach, but feeling a million miles away for all the distance between them. Not saying another word, she turned and opened the back of the ambulance, climbed inside, and motioned for him to follow. Once inside, she edged around him and closed the back up. Trevor reached back behind him and turned on the lights, filling the back of the vehicle with soft blue light. The patient slots were set up so that people riding in the back could ride sitting up and not laying on a litter. Not terribly comfortable, but still sitting up. Trevor sat down on one of the seats, unslinging his weapon and setting it off the side. Beth took off her weapon also and placed it on the seat behind her, the moved to stand in front of him.
"I wanted to talk to you," she began, her voice low and slightly husky, "there's something I wanted to tell you. Ever since we met a couple of months ago, I wanted to do something, but never could find the chance to be alone with you."
Clearing his throat and hoping against the hope swelling in his belly, Trevor spoke in a voice just as low as hers, "And what is it that you wanted to do?"
Without saying a word, Beth leaned in, taking his face in her hands, and captured his mouth in a deep kiss. Her tongue snaked out and slid between his lips, bumping and sparring against his tongue. His hands came up and settled on her hips. Suddenly, the warmth of the evening was forgotten in the heat of their kiss. Her hands slid down and locked around the back of his neck, and her kiss became more fervent. His hands began to explore the body he had been wanting to touch for what seemed an eternity, moving up to stroke along her back. A hum built in her throat from the sensation, sending vibrations through her tongue and into his. Her hands came around to his front and began to massage his chest through his shirt. His heart, already racing, picked up a few more beats a minute.