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Love is Fragile	By : WildChildX Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 2380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I disclaim that I do not own GI Joe or any of the canon characters, just my imagination and other questionable drives. Thanks to my loyal partners in crime. There was a whole list of them this time. Also, I further wish to point out that this piece has been carefully constructed by me and scrutinized by several eyes, some are GI Joe fanfic writers/fans and others are fanfic writers/fans in general from many, many different fandoms. Each pair of eyes has passed judgment on this fic with a conclusive nod that this fic is tactfully done. An argument could be made that the established pairing is out of character, but before you scream OOC, put yourself in their shoes and then tell me what you think. Because I tell you this: This can happen and does happen more often than you think or know.
Rating: NC-17. You are warned; please read responsibly.

Unusual pairing, unusual situation, and character death. Please keep an open mind.

Love is Fragile

By: Wild Child

(the characters belong to others,

the words and story belong to me)
He walked across base, headed towards the motor pool. The flowers should have been delivered earlier, a mixed color bouquet of a dozen roses, plus one. The thirteenth rose, a white one, signified that her true love for her deceased husband was stronger than death. He could only imagine the questions that she had to endure from the other motor pool jocks when the delivery was made, but it was worth it. He knew flowers made her happy, and she would need all the happiness he could give her today.
Three years ago, her husband had vanished shortly after the new year while on a mission involving Cobra. His dogtags and a black rose had been sent to the GI Joe base a month later with a cruel note, written in the decedent's blood, describing how Major Bludd had tortured and then killed the soldier, including some not so pleasant pictures of the mercenary's handiwork. The man, walking towards the motor pool, would never forget the heart wrenching scream and river of tears that she had cried on the garage floor that Valentine's Day.
Walking into the quiet motor pool, his eyes scanned across the several bays, which were filled with equipment that needed repairs. It was noon, so he knew everyone would be at lunch, except Cover Girl since she had come in late after her visit to the grave earlier that morning. His gaze landed on the beautiful bouquet of roses, sitting on her worktable. Each color represented his feelings for her, but he noticed the white rose was missing and wondered if the florist messed up the order or if Cover Girl had removed it. Five Valentine balloons were tied to her chair, assumingly from her fellow garage mates. The man smiled to himself as he carefully stepped over the assortment of equipment and tools and made his way towards the noises coming from inside the combat tank. Climbing up, he called out in a smooth, steady voice, "Courtney, you in there?"
The female tank jockey swiped her hand across her face, brushing back some loose strands of hair. "Yeah. Come on down," she answered, looking up and watching the man carefully make his way into the tank. She suppressed a chuckle as he tried to maneuver inside the tank. She knew that he had changed in many ways also since that dreadful day three years ago. "Afternoon, Hon. How are you today?" She asked, wiping her hands clean from some spots of grease. "Thank you for the roses. They are lovely," she quickly added.
"You're welcome, Court," the man said. "I'm doing okay. The question is, how are you?"
"I'm good," Cover Girl confidently answered, reaching up and closing the hatch, locking them inside the tank. She took a step back and felt her lover's arms encircle her waist and his breath blow across her neck. She reached her arms behind her, pulling him closer to her backside and sighed. She had loved her husband with all of her heart, but this man returned her to the land of the living, and she had fallen in love with him. Sometimes she felt guilty and hated herself, thinking that she had pledged her life to her husband, to have and to hold forever. But she also knew that her husband would be happy for her; he only ever wanted her to be happy.
The Army soldier bent down and nuzzled her neck, leaving a few kisses, before moving his hands to the front of her coveralls and tugging the zipper down. He heard her contented sigh and pulled back the coveralls, slipping them off her shoulders. He moved back to allow the coveralls to fall free. As he did, Cover Girl stepped out of them, turned around, and faced him. She reached up and took her turn at removing his outer protective uniform.
He pulled her to him, kissing her tenderly and fully. Their lips parted hungrily as they devoured each other's kisses. The man could feel the passion flare inside of Cover Girl as she yearned for his touch. He gently eased her to the floor of tank then proceeded to remove her BDU pants. She fumbled with the zipper to his trousers. The quarters were cramped, but they preferred the seclusion. They could not rendezvous at their quarters or anywhere on base. Their only salvation was stolen moments when no one was around, or when they made the separate trek into town and rented a hotel room. Neither one of them were keen on that idea since is made their love feel cheap.
Disposing of each of their lower garments, the man stroked her inner thigh with one hand as his other hand moved under her shirt against her silky skin towards her breasts. Cover Girl slipped her hands under his undershirt and traveled up his chest, twirling his chest hairs in her fingers. She felt his sensual caresses to her breasts and then his invasive touches, causing her to gasp with pleasure as his tantalizing strokes sent an orgasm coursing through her. She savored the moment, digging her fingernails into his back and biting her lip.
His strong lips soon found hers and pressed down on them, beckoning her to eagerly return the passionate kiss. She parted her lips, flicking her tongue inside his willing mouth. Breaking the kiss, he entered her slowly, prolonging the moment that they would become one. He finally thrust fully into her, echoing her moans of pleasure. Cover Girl rolled her hips to meet his thrusts, feeling her climax beginning to ignite again. She held back, waiting until her partner was ready to climax.
His movements quickened, as he felt her start to clamp down on him. Their bodies soared to ecstasy together, briefly crying out each other's names. Their gasping breaths and pounding hearts filled the tank. The man looked lovingly at the woman beneath him, noticing her eyes closed and seeing a few tears slide down her face. Sometimes, she cried when they made love, and he knew why. It wasn't an insult to him; and if he would have ever loved a woman like she had loved Dusty, he would cry too. Her husband's death nearly killed her three years ago.
'Hell, what am I thinking?' he reprimanded himself silently. 'It did kill her'. He thought back to how a part of him died that day too. They found love amidst their joined sorrow; although, it would be almost a year later before they ever admitted that they had special feelings for each other. She lost her husband and her world, and he lost his best friend. Dusty had been the first Joe to befriend him when he joined the Joe team. Many of the guys taunted him and scoffed at his pacifist ways but not Dusty. The desert trooper was quiet, and he loved the beautiful tank jockey.
Lifeline had become a quick confident of Cover Girl's; that's what best friends were for. She felt a kindred spirit with the medic. They came from opposite sides of the tracks, but that attraction drew them to one another. He never looked at her sexually, like most of the men did. She was with Dusty, and he supported their union. He was their best man at their wedding in the small Las Vegas chapel. An impromptu decision made by both of his friends, but they wanted to get married before Dusty's ailing mother passed away. Lifeline had enjoyed the pleasant conversation with the sickly Mrs. Rudat. After he spoke with Dusty's mom, he realized how many of the good, wholesome values had been instilled in the young desert trooper.
'The marriage between Courtney and Ron had been a happy, fulfilling one but short-lived', the medic thought, reaching up and wiping away the few tears from Cover Girl's face.
Cover Girl opened her eyes at his touch; her brown eyes were cloudy as she tried to force the tears to stop. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, wiping at her eyes and moving to sit up.

Lifeline shook his head and pulled her into an embrace. "Don't be sorry, Court. I know how much you loved Ron. I will never be him, but I'll always do my best to make you happy."
"I know, Ed. Thank you. I love you more and more each day," she whispered, tilting her head up and kissing him softly on the lips.

"I love you, Court. Don't you ever forget that," Lifeline told her, deepening the kiss. Pulling back, he glanced at his watch. "I better get going before the gang comes back."
Cover Girl nodded as she pulled on her clothes and slipped back into her coveralls. She glanced at Lifeline, watching the tall man adjust his red medical uniform, and smiled. Three years ago, no one would have ever seen the quiet, pacifist in the belly of a tank. He still didn't handle or fire a weapon, but he had bent the rules so that they could find quiet moments to be alone.
Lifeline saw her smile and couldn't help but return it. "What's that for?" He asked, leaning over for one last parting kiss.
"Nothing. Happy Valentine's Day, Ed," she said, meeting his lips for their farewell kiss.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Nee," he replied, watching her grin widen at his nickname for her. He climbed up the ladder, unlocked the hatch, and disappeared from her sight, leaving her with a smile.
Cover Girl quickly fixed her hair, pulling it back into a tight ponytail. Sighing contentedly, she picked up the budvase, sitting on the control panel, and sniffed the white rose. "Thank you, Ron. I still love you, and I always will," she whispered.
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