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Christmas Passion	By : WildChildX Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 2817 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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I disclaim that I do not own GI Joe or any of the characters, just my imagination and other questionable drives.

Main Characters:

Courtney aka Cover Girl

Ronald aka Dusty

Christmas Passion

by: Wild Child
The annual GI Joe Christmas ball was beginning to wind down. Many members of the elite Special Forces team began to disperse, moving on to other activities for the night. Lady Jaye and Flint were headed off to the Ritz to celebrate their first Christmas as man and wife. Scarlett and Duke were busy making out in the corner of the ballroom after their little tiff earlier involving Scarlett's dance with Snake Eyes. General Hawk and his wife danced quietly by the stage, as the band played their requested song. Gung-Ho, Clutch, and many other Joes were in the middle of raiding the bar so that they could feel like they went home with something, even if it involved a hangover the next morning. Wild Bill, Shipwreck, and Ripcord left with their dates a few hours ago. Jinx was still not talking to Falcon after Falcon's friendly kiss with Firewall under the mistletoe. Firewall shrugged off Jinx' accusations and left with the computer guys, while Falcon tried to explain to an irate Jinx that the kiss meant nothing. Daina and Low Light shared a kiss under the mistletoe and then quickly vacated the premises. Cover Girl and Dusty had been lost in each other's gaze most of the night and frequented the spot where the mistletoe hung.

As much as Cover Girl and Dusty both longed to be in each other's arms all night, they did show their teammates a good time on the dance floor as well. Most of the Joes had begged the beautiful tank jockey for a quick dance. Torpedo and his date, Pamela, finally got their chance to dance with the inseparable two Joes. From her spot across the room, Cover Girl's eyes found the desert trooper, and she could feel his eyes undress her as he stared at her beauty and counted himself the luckiest man on earth. She smiled to herself, knowing that in a few hours they could pleasure themselves to the fullest. Trying to return her concentration to Torpedo, she kept thinking about how Dusty had been the only man to ever completely steal her heart. From Dusty's perspective, he had long since given up trying to act selfish or jealous over Cover Girl's habits. He knew that of all the ladies on the team, she was the most outgoing, most outspoken, but also the most loyal woman that he had ever known. Twirling Pamela on the dance floor, Dusty did his best to focus on his current dance partner.
Thanking Torpedo after the dance was finished, Cover Girl walked up to the crowded bar and ordered a tequila shot. Strong arms encircled her tiny waist, causing her to catch her breath. She already knew whose arms they belonged to and promptly melted into their embrace; their familiar touch sent a shiver through her, radiating into her inner soul. Dusty ordered a shot of scotch and the two lovebirds toasted to their first Christmas together. "Come on, mi amor. One more dance for the road," Dusty teased, well aware that the tank jockey wanted to go home.
Cover Girl licked her bottom lip, relishing the taste of the tequila before feigning a pout. Trying not to laugh, Dusty's eyes gave away his amusement at her expression. He simply shook his head and offered his arm. "I'll make it worth your while," he quietly whispered.
She grinned deviously at him and linked her arm around his, as they walked back onto the floor. "I have no doubt that you will," she answered him in an enticing, provocative voice that sent chills down his spine and made him rethink their final dance of the evening.

Soon they were dancing slowly and seductively, ignoring the others in the room. It was almost like no one else but the two of them existed. She laid her cheek against his chest and molded her hips against his. She heard Dusty suck in his breath and felt his body tense. A slow, satisfied smirk appeared on her lips as she closed her eyes and nestled closer to him. She figured that if he wanted this dance so badly, she would torment him unceasingly.
Once the song ended, Cover Girl looked into Dusty's blue-green eyes and whispered, "Let's get out of here, Señor."
Leaning over, Dusty answered her with a kiss to her lips, mixing the taste of tequila and scotch from their earlier drinks. Catching the gleam and look of passion in her eyes, he winked at her before he led her off the dance floor. They gathered the few items at their table and said goodnight to those teammates that they passed.
Once in the car, Dusty kissed her deeply, leaving her breathless, and then drove hastily back to base. Cover Girl meshed her left hand with his right hand, idly playing with his fingers, but trying to not distract him too much…not until they got home. After they arrived at base and parked the car, the two soldiers journeyed to Cover Girl's quarters in record time. Cover Girl fumbled with the key but finally got the door to open as Dusty taunted her by kissing her neck and running his hands up and down her sides. He followed her in and closed the door behind him, engaging the lock. As she turned around, he pulled her to him, locking his lips over hers as the fires within them ignited. His hands moved to the front of her wool dress coat and began to unbutton each closure. Cover Girl slid the few buttons on his suit jacket threw the slits and removed the jacket from his broad shoulders as he let her long coat fall to the ground.
Breaking the kiss, she looked into his eyes and smiled. "Ron," Courtney began in a throaty whisper but was silenced by his mouth covering hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt herself being lifted off the floor as Ron scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom. Her mid-length, black, sleeveless dress, draped over his arms and her long, auburn hair cascaded down her back.
Sitting her on the edge of her bed, Ron kicked off his dress shoes before he knelt down and slid off her black stilettos. He ran his hands across her feet, tenderly massaging them from the cramped confines of her shoes. Allowing his hands to travel at an unbearably slow rate of speed up the calf of her leg, he circled her knee with his fingertips, and then continued at the same sluggish pace up to her mid-thigh, before stopping and staring into her half-closed eyes. "Courtney, are you ready?" he audaciously asked, squatting in front of her in his white dress shirt and black trousers, a sly smile on his lips.

Seeing the devilish grin on her face and hearing her huff of impatience, he felt her foot slide up his leg, before it stopped and rested on his groin. Closing his eyes for a moment, he savored the light, soothing moves of her foot on his crotch as she returned the torturous attack on his senses. Opening his eyes, he reluctantly removed her foot and then stood up, gently pulling her upright. He enfolded his arms around her, unzipped her dress, and watched it freely slide to the ground. Courtney pulled at his tie, tossing it aside, and then began to unbutton the tiny buttons on his shirt.

Sweeping her up in his arms, Ron laid her back on the bed, straddling her as he found her rich, ruby-red lips. Courtney's lips parted eagerly, and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Her tongue massaged his with slow, sensual movements, attacking his willing mouth. Pressing their lips together forcefully, he kissed her in such a way that a whimper escaped her. The kiss was not gentle but rough and hungry, stripping the breath from her body. Moving away from her lips, he started at her earlobe, nibbling at it before placing a tiny kiss on it then continuing down her neck, brushing his lips sexually against her skin, occasionally nipping at it and then tending to the spot with a kiss. His hands proficiently glided over the curves of her hips and up her firm abdomen, eventually cupping the weight of her tantalizing breasts in his hands.

Replenishing her lungs from his explosive kiss, Courtney's hands returned to work each button free on Ron's shirt. After successfully undoing the last button, she pulled the shirt out of the waistband of his trousers and let her hand slid across his fly for just a moment, feeling his full erection. Giving him a gentle squeeze, she listened to his grunt of appreciation before slyly running her warm hands up his rigid stomach. She felt his strong hands move from her breasts towards her head and plunge into her thick hair. She grinned at the small groan escaping from his lips, as she twirled his chest hairs around her fingers, lightly tugging them, knowing the exact response that this action had on him. "No fair, Court," he whispered gutturally, his mouth inches from hers.

"But you know I don't play fair, Ron," she replied, meeting his lips quickly before sliding his shirt off and trailing her fingertips down his muscular back to his pants. Alluringly dragging her hands around the waistband, she stopped at the clasp on his belt and began to undo the buckle.
Ron released her hair, moving his hands down either side of her face, lovingly caressing her chin and neck, and returned to the place of his infatuation before he was distracted moments ago by her onslaught of foreplay. Starting at the front of her lacey strapless bra, he rolled his thumbs over the tiny strip of satin that separated his hands from her nipples. Teasing the right breast with his thumb and finger, he slid his free hand underneath her and freed the clasp to her bra. He smiled as Courtney moaned when his hands caressed and fondled her full breasts. Lowering his mouth, he took one breast in his mouth, suckling it, rolling his tongue temptingly around the nipple. He ran his hands down her smooth back and felt her arch her back to meet him. Trailing kisses down her chest and belly, his tongue flicked over her bellybutton before his hands grasped the top of her pantyhose. He effortlessly pulled them down and quickly returned to stimulate her other breast with his mouth. Her delightful gasps aroused him, and he let his hand slip down to her inner thigh, stroking and exciting her mercilessly before he gradually and agonizingly dragged his fingers up to her satin panties.

Courtney gasped as his fingers touched and then entered her. She barely finished unzipping his pants, before she gripped the sheets around her, clenching them tightly in her hands. She felt his lips working their way up her chest to her neck and then to her mouth. She released one hand from the sheets and wrapped it around him, kissing him deeply as she thrust her hips forward, meeting his probing fingers. Breaking the kiss, she tensed quickly, crying out his name, as her muscles clamped down on his fingers, sending exquisite amounts of pleasure rocketing through her.
Cupping his hand over her buttocks, Ron kissed her hard and thoroughly, before he pulled back. He shed his pants quickly and removed her remaining undergarments, before once again sliding on top of her. "I think there is more than one of us that does not play fair, my love," Ron whispered, leaning down to kiss her.
"I know," she smugly murmured in a sultry voice. She naughtily raked her painted, red fingernails across his chest and then began to toy with his nipples, pinching them when they puckered. She felt him shuddered with want and could feel his hardness press against her. "Take me now," she insisted, opening her legs slightly wider as an invitation for him to accept and one that he would never deny.
"My pleasure, Señorita " Ron answered, sliding his hard member inside her. As she gasped with pleasure, he pulled out and then pushed back in. Her legs wrapped around him as he repeated the gratifying move, and he slid a hand under the small of her back, lifting her slightly off the bed, allowing for the deepest and most fulfilling penetration. He kept the rhythm slow and steady to begin with, eventually picking up the pace as they found their comfortable and stimulating positions. Courtney felt ecstasy and willingly rocked her hips to meet his thrusts. Hard spasms ripped through them as they both climaxed together.
Collapsing on top of her, Ron's breath was ragged and coarse. Their bodies glistened with sweat, and their hearts pounded from their extracurricular activity. Courtney untangled her legs from around him, gently running her fingers through his hair and feeling his warm breath blow across her chest. "I love you, Ron," she said breathlessly, the rapid rising and falling of her chest lessening.

"I love you, Courtney," he answered, kissing her lips intensely with all the remaining strength in his body before sliding off her, much to her dismay. Without hesitation, he settled back down beside her and pulled up the sheet and comforter, wrapping it around their naked bodies. Reaching around her, he bracketed his arms around her waist, drawing her close and kissing her shimmering neck, drinking in the scent of her.

Courtney welcomed his strong arms and snuggled close to him, laying her head on his chest and entwining her legs with his. Her damp hair splayed out around her, and she gently caressed his upper arm. She heard him sigh contentedly and then felt his heartbeat start to return to normal while his breathing began to even out as sleep overtook him. With a smile upon her lips, she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep, her sexual need satisfied.

Like so many other times, they may awaken in the middle of the night and repeat their lovemaking, or they may sleep soundly, nuzzled against one another until dawn.
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