I realized I was probably screwed anyway, but being out of work is better than being in prison. Especially for a law enforcement officer. My heart san...k. It was over. All the hard work, all the sleepless nights have been for nothing. I could no longer hold back the tears. I hadn't even lasted 3 months. I'd have to go home and face all my friends and family. I remembered the party my parents threw when I graduated from Quantico. My dad pulling me aside, saying how proud he was of me, how he knew. But decided to act against any such sexual demeanor. Came back from the washroom and saw that she was relaxing on the couch with her eyes closed. I sat next to her and asked softly, “looks like you are loving and relaxing at this moment”.She just smiled and held my hand. My nervous system gave kickbacks in all possible directions and I clutched her hand tightly. Both of us were looking at each other in the eyes and I grabbed that moment and gave a soft kiss on her lips. She was taken aback. The Lieutenant got killed during the first war in Iraq. With him, we lost two others. They were the first casualties on the team. We lost a few others during the time between then, and my retirement. Now there were just the three of us left.I was thinking about this when Bear pulled in. He was hard to miss on that motor cycle that he rides. He'd had it since before the mission in the sand pit. It was an old Harley that his father had left him when he'd passed away.Hawk got up and went out to. Tongue wet and hot as it left damp lines over her stomach, her belly button teased. She felt his hand press against her pubic bone, finding that spot from the outside, pushing as his tongue rolled lightly over her clit. Exposing it from its protective hood. He chuckled as he heard her gasps. Leaning his weight onto her stilling her movement as his tongue slide open her swollen lips. Like a bee seeking honey, his tongue stabbed at her. Tickling, retreating, circling, withdrawing. Until she.