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Next Evolution	By : Lor Category: G through L > G.I. Jane Views: 10414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Next Evolution

Author: L

Rating: NC-17 (sexual content, language)

Disclaimer: 2003 Characters from the movie G. I. Jane belong to Caravan Pictures. All original characters and the storyline are mine.

Part 1

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��Engaged in fraternization with the same sex!�
��Desk pending an investigation!�
��I�m not going through this shit again! I can�t do it again!�
Jordon trudged across the sand, one destination in mind, one purpose flowing through her mind. The gut wrenching conclusion to her S.E.A.L training loomed ahead of her in the form of the gleaming silver bell, a constant presence in her trainee life. A presence that forced a minute by minute choice for her, for them all. But now there was no choice in it for O�Neil she had been set up. They had expected her to fail, everyone had expected it, and now they had made it happen. Pictures of her on the beach, a party, no males in sight was enough for the C.O. and J.A.G. to draw their own conclusions.
�Why didn�t they just go ahead and call me a fuckin' dyke!� She fumed, reaching for the Louisville Slugger as she passed it. Her jaw set and her frame rigid, she swung the bat in a wide arch. The bell tolled loudly and clearly in the crisp morning air echoing her failure in her ears. Twice more and her heart was torn in half realizing with each strike that she was leaving behind more than ops status ... she was leaving behind something far more important. Him.

John James Urgayle had finally made his peace with the fact that his training program had gone Co-Ed. He had tried his best to break the woman, to make the men see the danger of her among them but to no avail. She had gutted it out right along side the men and had even surpassed them in some instances. She had heart, he had said that to himself more than once. He admired her for it, for her determination, for her grit and, to his utter disgust, her sultry good looks. When had it happened he�d asked himself and the answer was clearly staring him in the face. He�d slipped up and fell for her the moment he looked in her eyes that first day, the first muster of his new trainees. He�d watched her, almost protectively, through each stage of the training. But he�d known clearly he was lost when he�d met her in she shower. Just to talk, make her see reason, he�d told himself then. Lust and need had been awakened in him as he watched her lean into the stream of water cascading over her hard form. The hard lines of her frame gave way to soft dips and hallows in his mind, womanly in all the right ways.
�That O�Neil?� Pryro asked, shadowed eyes gazing questioningly at the Master Chief. A smug smile played about his lips as he waited for conformation.
�Yeah. That�s her,� Jack nodded, feeling a rolling sickness in the pit of his stomach. It was a disappointment that gripped his body so tightly he left the rest of the explosive exercise to his men and sought out the woman he had to come to want more than his next breath.
�O�Neil!� He barked stalking up the beach, catching a glimpse of her back as she disappeared into the barracks. �O�Neil!�

She�d heard him clearly, the sound of his voice a stab at her already bared and broken heart. She couldn�t face him, she wouldn�t face him, and watch him gloat. But she hadn�t counted on him following her into the barrack. The sound of the door crashing in against the cinder block wall caused her usually steady nerves to crumble and she jumped visibly.
� You heard me, Lieutenant,� he charged, stalking across the floor towards her looking for all the world like he was about to attack her again.
Attack her like he had a week earlier, the day of S.E.R.E training. The day he had made a show of attempting to rape her on Captiva Island. But they had both come out of there battered and bruised. She had come away with a new respect for him, and a charged desire. She�d known from the start he wouldn�t break her that way, he was hard, not a monster. He�d done his best to protect his men, protect her, and the beating she�d taken had shown it but in the end it was him that had been broken. �Yes!� She shouted in his downcast face. �I heard you.�
He, too, had been thinking about Captiva Island and the moment his body had made real contact with her, reacting instantly. He�d grown achingly hard, his body demanding while his mind recoiled. He acted out the unthinkable, simulated violating Jordon. It had been another in a growing line of moments of loathing for himself. He didn�t want to hurt her, didn�t want to degrade her, but he thought it necessary for her own survival. �You're ringing out, O�Neil? You�ve come this far and you're quitting?�
�That about sums it up, Master Chief,� she responded as she continued to stuff personal effects into her duffle bag. Her gaze was squarely centered on what she was doing, centered anywhere but on him and his accusing eyes, the disapproving set of his mouth. A mouth that if she glanced at she knew she would want to kiss, and being denied that would be another swift kick in the gut.
�Why?� He demanded as his strong and apt fingers closed around her wrist stopping her from packing more, stopping her from withdrawing.

�You�ll hear it from the C.O. soon enough,� she said, trying to draw her wrist away before she moved towards him instead of away. The heat rolling off him made her dizzy, created a need to pant just to breath.
�I don�t want to hear it from the C.O., Jordon, I want to hear it from you. Want to hear it from your lips,� he growled, eyes pinned to the full parted shelves that made him ache down to his bones for her.
There was a strangled gasp that made it past her throat and into the air that separated them. He�s used her name, her first name, something she wasn�t even aware he knew. The sound of it, sliding off his tongue, kicked her heart into a triple beat. �I�.They think I�m a lesbian, Jack, or at least that�s what they want to use to make sure I don�t complete the training.�
He was actually shocked at the depth to which politicians would sink, he knew he shouldn�t be but he was. Maybe it was because it was her, because it was Jordon O�Neil, the one and only woman he had no doubt that was a S.E.A.L. �Son of a bitch, I�ll�..�
Jordon shook her head and did exactly what she knew she shouldn�t, she moved closer to him. With her eyes locked to his she let him have her wrist, stopped tugging against his hold, let him have the slack. She let him have the knowledge that she was submitting. It wouldn�t last, couldn�t last, because she was leaving, but for the moment he had it. �No. It won�t do any good. It�ll just look like you're trying to save face with command. It won�t carry any weight.�
�I won�t just stand by and let them shove one of my trainees behind a desk because of some goddam accusation. I wouldn�t let them do that to one of the men and I won�t let them�.� His voice dropped to a grating whisper as he dragged her fully against his torso, his bare thighs feeling the rough texture of her fatigues, his chest feeling the jutting cliffs of her breast. Points of fire that would keep his blood pumping fast and hard long after she was gone.
�But I�m not one of the men. I�m a woman. A woman that isn�t one of your trainees any more.� She couldn�t have been any clearer in breaking the barrier between them. She�d seen the wealth of feeling in his gaze as he was ready to fight with her, go to the mat with the C.O. His lips gave a slow tug against hers in the next moment, his slick hot tongue gliding quickly between her parted lips, twisting and turning against hers. The kiss marked their parting with a regret that neither would be able to face once they parted.

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