In a Heartbeat
JJ would have pushed her off of him when she jumped on top of his body and straddled his hips, but she outmaneuvered him. Ollie yanked her T-shirt off just as he raised up to push her away and his face ended up between her beautiful breasts, one taut rosy nipple rubbing against his lips.
"You're going to be the death of me, Olivia Meadows," he moaned, slipping his arms around her and lifting her off of him. He yanked her T-shirt back over her head, covering her breasts and pulled her beneath him. "Now, you've seen everything, are you satisfied?" he murmured, his hard erection rubbing against her soft sex.
"No," she whispered. "I'm nowhere near satisfied. In fact, I'm feeling worse than I was before I..."
He covered her mouth, kissing her gently, then not so gently, then with every ounce of feeling he had for her. "I want you, Olivia. I want you very much, but regardless of our current circumstances, it's not going to happen," he said regretfully.
It took every ounce of effort he had to leave her wanting, to roll over and pretend they hadn't touched each other intimately. Taking deep, even breaths, he pulled on his shorts and then his T-shirt and lay next to her with his hands crossed behind his neck. He tried to turn the conversation back to their predicament.
"First, we have to figure out where we are and why, and then, try to get out of here. Next, we have to figure out how we're going to defend ourselves against whatever legal action is taken against us." He sighed, briefly rubbing his eyelids. "Then, I'll resign - if given the opportunity. And last," he turned to face her. "If you're still interested, we can continue this... we can... I'm talking too much," he murmured, positive the tears in Ollie's eyes were going to spill harder and harder the more he rambled.
"Is the man made of steel?" Bonnie grumbled. "How could he just stop in mid... mid...?"
Clyde tried to speak but he was roaring with laughter. "He *is* made of steel. Did you see the size of that guy's appendage! He must be at least..."
"Told you this pair would give us interesting data. The Admiral is all about ethics and regs and doing the right thing. We have our work cut out for us, Bonnie." He consulted his computer screen and made a few notes.
"I think we should begin," he told his partner.
"So soon? Don't we want them to squirm a little longer? That good looking Marine just might attack him again."
"You just want to watch," he chuckled. "Always knew you were a voyeur."
"What are you going to do first?"
"We'll let them take a little nap and when they're out, we'll bring them something to eat with... a suggestion."
"How long do you think they'll hold out?"
"Don't know. We'll just have to wait and see." He turned away from her and started the computer program that would cut the oxygen supply to the couple lying in bed.
"Ollie, we have to talk," JJ said softly, turning to face her and surprised he was yawning. "But first we have to..." his voice faded as his eyes closed and he slept.
Ollie was already asleep, her hand touching his chest as it slid off her hip. The burly man entered from the secret passageway carrying a tray laden with hot food. He eyed the sleeping couple and shook his head. At least they still have some clothes on. The last couple was already stark naked by this time. He left the tray on a small stand, taped the note on the wall opposite the foot of the bed and left. He made a bet with himself they'd be naked by the time he brought their dinner.
The oxygen level was increased and it was only a matter of moments before JJ opened his eyes. He shook his head to clear it and immediately smelled the hot food.
"Ollie," he touched her shoulder. "Ollie, wake up!"
"Wha... what?" Ollie sat up, suddenly anxious, wondering why she had been so sleepy. "I... I must have dozed off," she apologized.
"We both did," he laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I think wherever we are, it's a controlled environment - beyond our control," he amended.
"You mean, they can make us sleep any time they want?"
"How do they do that?"
"Oxygen supply. Look, they brought food," he pointed to the tray and went over to retrieve it.
"Should we eat it?" she asked nervously.
"But... but it could be..."
"It's okay to eat, Ollie. Dig in."
"How do you know?"
"Because we haven't done whatever it is they want us to do yet. They're not going to kill us with food."
It made sense and always ready to eat, Ollie checked out the contents of the tray.
JJ sat against the headboard, pursing his lips as he read the note that was taped to the wall.
"What's that?" she asked, her mouth already full.
"What they want us to do."
"What do they want us to do?" she asked nervously.
"They want us to make love."
"That's what the note says." He held the note away from his eyes and briefly wondered what happened to his reading glasses - "Make love and you will be released." He handed her the note. "That's all it says."
"While they watch?" Ollie was incredulous.
"Mmmm," he nodded, his lips pursed, his expression unreadable.
"Admiral, there's no way... I... I can't do that."
"You can't?" he barked, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her toward him so she landed on his chest. "You were eager to get my clothes off a little while ago," he hissed, kissing her hard, holding her tightly. "You were eager for me to... you made me damn hard, Olivia Meadows!" He tossed her onto her back and straddled her hips. "Are you all talk, Colonel? A cock teaser? Just a little jarhead cock teaser? Is that what you are?" he shouted in her face, his hands on her shoulders.
"C.O. or no C.O.," Ollie growled as her right fist connected with his jaw, startling him.
"Damn! That smarts!" he muttered, turning his head and rubbing his jaw.
But Ollie wasn't finished. She was acting on instinct and self-preservation, the adrenaline coursing through her. When JJ turned his head, she lifted a leg and kicked him in the gut with her heel, then pushed herself up so she could knee him in the groin.
JJ bent over and clutched his crotch. He groaned so loudly Ollie was afraid she had seriously injured him and became concerned for his welfare.
"You just assaulted your commanding officer, Colonel," he gasped, trying to breathe, trying to will his groin to numbness.
"It was instinct and reflex, sir, and stress," she argued, the realization of who she had just injured smacking her in the face. She sat with her legs tucked under her and her back ramrod straight. "I'll plead post traumatic stress syndrome and insanity. What will you plead for assaulting me, sir?" the lawyer she was, barked at him.
"I didn't assault you. I kissed you," he argued, trying to breathe.
"You assaulted me with your mouth, sir. What will you plead?"