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Strip Poker	By : Garnetary Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 4353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hangar Foreplay
- 2-It Takes Two
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Disclaimer: GI Joe is owned by Hasbro, Marvel, Devil's Due, and Sunbow Productions. This fiction was written jointly as part of a RPG, but the story development was ours and nothing in here relates to the RPG. Both authors have consented to posting this work of sex…we mean fiction. Please read responsibly. Chapter one is more on the foreplay level, but be sure to read chapter two for the hotness.

Strip Poker
Chapter 1 – Hangar Foreplay
By: Garnetary

Cover Girl rolled over in bed. It was too early to be awake, especially on her day off. She toyed with the idea of phoning Ace over at the hangars. The hotshot pilot was scheduled for an early flight this morning. If she knew him, he would be raring to go bright and early. She reached over and picked up the receiver, dialing the number to the hangars.

At the hangars, Ace busied himself as he got ready for this top-secret flight. Duke and Hawk had scheduled him to handle some urgent business. The ringing telephone interrupted his thoughts as he sprinted inside the building. He grabbed the phone and answered, "Hangars. This is Ace."

"Morning, Hotshot," Cover Girl purred on the other end of the phone. "Are you working hard or hardly working?" she teased.

"Well, good morning, Runway," Ace chuckled. "I always work hard." He paused before adding, "And I play hard."

Cover Girl laughed. "That is good to know."

"To what do I owe this early morning phone call? Something the matter?" Ace worried, knowing she was not a morning person but she sounded happy.

"Everything is fine. I just wanted to see if you were up and still here."

"I'll be here for another thirty minutes," Ace informed.

"Excellent. I'll be right there." She didn't wait for a response but promptly hung up. Stretching, she climbed out of bed, changed into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, and pulled her hair into a simple ponytail.

"Okay," Ace tried to say but heard the click in his ear. He shrugged and finished what he was working on before he went back to his office.

Cover Girl jogged across base and entered the lit hangar. She looked around and found Ace in his office. Crossing the concrete floor, she tapped on the doorframe before entering and closing the door behind her.

Ace looked up as she entered and smiled. "Good morning, Sunshine," he smirked, sitting behind his desk.

Cover Girl stuck her tongue out at the pilot jokingly. "Good morning, Mr. Flirt," she shot back, walking around to the side of his desk.

Ace rolled his chair back and turned to face her. He beckoned her towards him. "So what brings you out here when it is still dark?"

Cover Girl stepped closer to him and leaned against the edge of the desk. "I was missing you and thinking about last night," she revealed through her mischievous smile, tapping a short nail on the top of the desk.

"You were, eh?" the pilot replied. "What happened last night?" he teased.

"You know. A little of this…and a little of that…" she sang, taking her foot and sliding it along his ankle.

"Oh yes. I do remember that," he smugly replied. "I take it that I left quite the impression on you?"

"Maybe a smidgen," she volleyed back at him.

Ace grinned. "A smidgen? So what can I do to make it a bit more impressive?" He simultaneously reached out and slid her across the edge of his desk, positioning her directly in front of him.

A wild, devious look crossed her face. "Pick up where we left off last night," she whispered, bracing her arms on his chair and leaning forward, inches from his face.

Wide-eyed, the pilot linked his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. "I think that would be a marvelous idea."

"I thought you would say that," Cover Girl replied, finding her new seat quite comfortable. "Um, Brad, you seem to have me in this unusual position. Whatever are you going to do with me?"

"Well, there are many things that come to mind, but I think I'll just start with this," the fighter pilot answered, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

Cover Girl leaned into Ace as she deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Ace tugged at the back of her shirt, loosening it from its tucked in state and sliding his cool hands onto her warm skin.

"Oh!" Cover Girl cried out in surprise with the little breath she had remaining after that kiss. Quickly, her body adjusted to his cool hands as the heat from her elevated temperature warmed them as they roamed up her back.

"Sorry, Court. You know what they say. 'Cold hands, warm heart'," the pilot grinned, feeling her creamy, smooth skin on his fingers. "I think you may have a fever," he suggested, feeling the heat radiate from her.

Scooting back a few inches, she worked her fingers on the buttons of his shirt. "I don't think it is a fever, Brad," she argued nonchalantly.

Ace moved his hands to her stomach, feeling her suck in her breath. "You don't, eh? That's good. I wouldn't want you to be getting sick." He felt her nimble fingers unbutton his shirt and he leaned back into his chair as he continued to glide his rough hands across her skin.

"Mmmm, no. No…sickness….allowed," Cover Girl said in between tiny gasps as his hands grated across her. She pulled open his shirt and slid her hands beneath his undershirt, smiling at his new expression. Her warm, soft hands caressed his firm abs as she closed her eyes, losing herself as he held her tight and stroked her skin tenderly.

This time Ace showed the surprised look on his face. Her hands felt hot to his skin and he couldn't help but reach for her hips and firmly pull her closer to him. Watching her eyes close, he moved his hands up to her breasts and rolled his thumbs across the lacey bra. Keeping one thumb taunting a firm nipple, he reached around and unsnapped her bra.

Cover Girl moaned with pleasure as her full breasts were released from their confines. She leaned into Ace, finding his lips and kissing him hard as her hands continued to explore his chest and back. "Oh Brad," she whispered, not wanting the feeling to end but also knowing that it had to. If they continued, they risked being caught, and she would rather not be caught sitting on the Captain's lap. She had done some risky things in her life, but some things were better off done in complete privacy without the possibility of being caught. "We…"

Her moan was music to his ears as his fingers aroused her more. Her hands felt like silk on his skin, and he wanted to feel more of her touch. He wanted his bare chest on hers but sensed a concern in her voice. He kissed her neck, before he said, "I know." Reluctantly, he slid his hands down to her hips, resting them as he felt her hands still roam across his chest.

As Ace ceased his caresses, she raked her short, trimmed nails across his broad chest and slowly opened her eyes and withdrew her hands. Her eyes were glazed over, and she leaned down to kiss him on the lips once again, letting her tongue meet his.

Ace saw the look in her eyes and knew what she was thinking. Her lips pressed against his roughly, and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer to him, wishing they could just melt into one. Breathlessly, their lips parted, and they gasped for air. He kissed her nose and weakly released his tight grip around her waist. "Later, Honey, I promise."

Cover Girl nodded and stroked his cheek. "Yes…..later. Not…..now," she managed to say. Slowly she slid off Ace's lap, returning to lean against his desk. She reattached her bra and tucked in her T-shirt.

Ace watched her, longing to have her back in his lap, wishing they were in one of their quarters. He sat up and tucked in his undershirt, before re-buttoning his shirt. He stood up and brought her into an embrace as he whispered in her ear, "Can you come by tonight around 2300?"

"Here or there?" she replied in a husky voice, his breath tickling her neck.

"There," Ace answered. "Don't be late."

"What if I am?" Cover Girl brazenly asked.

"Then, I'll think of something," Ace answered, looking into her sparkling eyes. He saw the same longing in her eyes as he felt. "If you wanna be late, just be prepared. I may have to treat you to my special rendition of strip poker."

"And if I decide to make it on time?" she queried yet again.

"Then we get to just play regular strip poker," he answered with a smile.

"Does it matter how late I am?" she countered.

"Late is late. Be it a few seconds or a few minutes," Ace replied, "but just remember that I know your weakness. If you get too late, I may use that as punishment."

"I'll be there, Hotshot, and I won't be too late," she confidently answered, kissing him and then heading for the door.

"That's good to know, Runway. Be a good girl today," he called after her.

"That's no fun," she retorted, blowing him a kiss and walking out of the hangar.

Ace shook his head and mumbled to himself, "Just be good today, and you can be bad tonight." He dressed in his flight suit, grabbed his helmet and gear, and headed for his Skystriker.

As if reading the pilot's mind, Cover Girl thought that same thing. "Good today and bad tonight. That shouldn't be too much trouble." She headed back to her room.

~Continued in Chapter 2 - It Takes Two
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