Authors Note: It's possible this is the last chapter in this particular story of mine. I think it was a fantastic way for me to enter this world of writing, and a great way for me to see if people had any interest in my writing. I think I'd like to explore other stories, but it's always possible I come back to Sarah and Ally's story one day. Thank you all for reading, commenting, and following. It really means a lot to me.
Warnings: army, sexuality questioning, lesbian sex
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With just 4 weeks of my training left, the fact that I'd soon be a soldier was starting to become all too real. Once this month was up, I would be expected to be out in the field, doing what ever is needed of me. I was nervous as hell about my future, about what they would ask me to do... But to be honest with you I was more upset. I'm not sure what about. Maybe the idea of leaving this place that I had grown quite fond of, or the people with whom I had become good friends. Okay to be fair, I didn't really know anyone but Sarah, but the point is still valid.
It was the end of the first week of my specialist training with Sarah. She invited me to her quarters to do some extra studying, and to award me a "surprise" for learning so quickly. Her words, not mine. I'm not going to lie to you, the thought of what that surprise could be really made my brain go to some... interesting places.
Since Sarah had given me the go ahead to release some tension, I had found it a hundred times easier to concentrate. Not just on training, but my own feelings as well. Unfortunately, most of my thoughts were still occupied by Sarah. We had come to talk pretty often in the past few days, always being alone together. I found myself forgetting that we were working, training. Any time I spent with her felt like time spent with a friend.
"You're getting the hang of these moves pretty damned quick, kid." She called me kid, despite being just a year younger.
"It's easy when you have an old master teaching you." She raises her eyes at that comment.
"I may be an old coot, but remember that I can still kick your ass with both my hands tied behind my back." She lightly nudges my shoulder. She starts getting ready to call it a day.
"Now that'd be a sight." This kind of thing has become pretty common place. For her at least. I can never seem to say the right thing when she's near me. I look up in slight regret just to see her smiling back.
"So. You excited for your surprise? I think you'll like it."
"As long as it's not a puppy. I'm already spoken for in that division."
She laughs, and we both head out of the gym, back to our respective barracks.
I could barely eat anything at dinner. Not that I would particularly want to anyway. Their idea of meat looks like my idea of semi-hardened cement. Though today it was especially challenging. I couldn't help but think about what Sarah had planned for us tonight. It still felt kind of out of place, getting what basically amounted to a sleepover while I was in basic training. From what I had heard from the other infil specialist trainees, each handler had a different way of training their recruits. I guess I got lucky. I finished the edible parts of dinner, and headed to Sarah's quarters.
Her smallish log cabin style quarters basically felt like a second home at this point. I didn't knock again this time, fully prepared to see a changing Sarah. It happened more than once, she apparently takes her time. Instead, I see Sarah sitting on her bed, clothed. Well, pajama'd. She's wearing a white tank, and seemingly out of character pink lounge shorts. Not to say she didn't look fantastic. I'm pretty sure Sarah could make a nascar nightie and hammer pants work.
"Hey, Ally. Come in and take a seat." She says before looking up at me. I didn't see a chair or anything, so I just sat on the floor in front of her.
Her eyes follow me the whole way down.
"Really?" she says, looking over her black framed glasses. She only wears them at night, but they really highlight just how green her eyes are.
"Get over here." She pats the bed next to her.
"I don't want to get your bed all dirty, I'm still in my gross ACU."
"Well then I guess we'll have to fix that." She says back, in a mocking tone. She stands up, and goes into her dresser, pulling out some spare pajama shorts and a top. The top hangs off me slightly more than I imagined it would for Sarah, her being a bit bustier than me. It still feels nice to wear real clothes again though, and they kind of smell like her. Like fresh strawberries still in the package.
I sit facing Sarah on her bed, and she looks back at me, a small devilish smile appearing on her lips.
"So. Are you ready for your surprise?"
"I guess I'm ready as I'll ever be. What exactly does this have to do with training to be an infil specialist?"
"Part of being an infil is being confident. In yourself, in your intel, in your team, everything. You have GOT to be confident when you go into the field. So I'm going to help you to do that."
A small part of me is upset. I can't really tell why, but maybe I was hoping for something else.
"Okay, so how is a sleepover going to make me more confident?"
"It's not a sleepover, you goof, it's a tactical night training session. And that's not your surprise. The surprise is that you get to ask me for help on one thing." She stares back expectantly.
"Uhhh. What? What do you mean 'help on one thing'? Like help me do my chores? Or help me with a drill?"
"You don't need help with those things. What I see in you is doubt. It comes out when we spar, it comes out in your shooting, and it comes out when you speak. You doubt yourself. So you get to ask me to help you with whatever psychological block is stopping you from being confident. Whatever that may be."
I get what shes saying. I know what I want to ask her. I know.
