Harry's P.O.V

Confused more than ever about Clint and Tru's 'relationship', I thought you couldn't fraternize with fellow officers, especially ones under your command. Ignoring the current conversation, I intently watch Clint interact with Tru. It seems that whatever he is 'feeling' towards her it's not mutual. I watch as Tru gives him a cold hard look stopping his next action.

"Haz, get your head out your arse!" Niall bellows loudly.

"Sorry, what?" I say, only partially listening as the girls introduce themselves again.

"Sorry about earlier. We were rather excited about Tru's return. Please don't think us mad." Jillian says between giggles. I notice her friends are rather forward, especially Freya. Currently shamelessly flirting with a very married Zayn. He flashes his wedding ring within 30 seconds of her flirting. Wow, she moves quite fast.

"Zayn, how was the wedding? I'm sorry I couldn't make it. Give Perrie my love." Tru says as Jillian quietly gives a drink order to a passing waitress.

"I've got pictures on my phone, I'll show you after it's charged. I know Perrie would love to hear from you. Give her a call, yeah?" Zayn says full of pride and love for his wife.

"How is it that out of the 4 of us that aren't related to you, did you meet them, but not me?" I ask amused.

"Mate, Tru would usually come to London when she was on leave. We met her through Niall. How you missed out until now, we'll never know." Liam says smugly. I roll my eyes at him, wondering how I missed that Niall's younger was so fit.

"Please, don't Freya! I'm not doing it!" Tru laughs at her overly excited friend.

"You're doing it, whether you like it or not, as soon as you get some drinks in ya!" Freya yells over the loud music.

Right on cue the waitress returns with a tray full of shots.
"I got 20 double shots of patron and who ordered the 4 'blow jobs'?" she asks. I nearly choke on my own tongue as Jillian places the 'blow jobs' in front of each girl. Tru rolls her eyes before taking two shots of patron straight to the head.

I watch mouth wide open as the girls do their 'blow jobs'. The shooters are topped with whipped cream partially explaining the name. I fully understand the name as I watch each girl put their hands behind their back; Lean down opening their mouths wide as they enclose the glass in their mouth, picking it up, with just their mouth, before tilting their head back and taking the shot in one swallow.

I'm reminded of my earlier fantasy about Tru, it literally looked they like were giving a blow job as they do the shot. DAMN!!! Shifting in my seat trying to adjust my growing erection, I just stare.

"That was umm, interesting..." Liam says quietly sifting in his seat as well. I let out a chuckle understanding his predicament. Niall gives us a deadly glare as Freya and Willow make their way to the Dj.

"Tru, I'd like to not punch one of my mates tonight. Can you not do that again?" Niall sounds exasperated as he scolds his cousin before doing his shots, and ordering more.

Tru simply laughs at his expense, before her face lights up with a shinning smile. Damn her mouth is beautiful, I begin to wonder what she can do with it. My thoughts are cut off as the Dj's voice fills the club.

"We have some Marines here that just returned home. Let's thank these brave men and women for their service. One of these lovely ladies is Captain Mac Kenna, and she wants to Wobble. So all you sexy ladies get your asses on the floor, and show us what you got!"
Tru shoots her friends a death look as they pull her onto the dance floor. Completely amused at her friends subterfuge, I down my 2 shots before ordering some more from a passing waitress.

Gob smacked, I watch as these four girls make this completely mental line dance look sexy as hell. The song finishes as most of the guys start whistling. Tru stays on the dance floor dancing with the other girls as some hip hop song starts playing. Deciding to chance it I lean in to whisper something to Niall.

"Is Clint dating your cousin?" I ask trying to hide my anxiousness.

"Nope, but not for his lack of trying. She's not interested in him, but if she were and started an intimate relationship with someone under her command she could get a dishonorable discharge." Niall slurs as he downs his 5th double shot.

Deciding I had nothing to lose I down another shot before heading onto the dance floor.

"Dance with me." I whisper against her neck. Tru shivers as my breath makes contact with her bare neck. I pull her close to body and move my hips with hers. Tru turns to face me still dancing, but not grinding like I had hoped.

She moves her hips, and body to the rhythm of the music. She manages to look sexy as fuck as she moves, but far from slutty. Not the typical girl I would dance with.

"I'm gonna get a drink, you want?" I ask after the fifth song. She shakes her head as I make my way to the bar. Ordering two waters I head back to our table to find that Niall is currently making out with some blonde bimbo, and Freya is all over Liam. Damn that girl is fast as shit.

Enjoying watching Tru dance with her remaining friends I notice some dodgy looking bloke walking towards her. He pulls her in close and starts grinding on her, hands roaming all over her body. Tensing I see Tru pull out of his arms, but he quickly recovers grabbing her ass and raising the back of her dress. Niall came up for air in time to see this.

"Is someone going to help her? I ask angrily. Clint and Niall laugh and shake their head.

"What the bloody hell Niall, she's like your sister." I snap

"She's a Marine." He slurs like that says it all. I move to stand as Clint stops me.

"She can handle herself. If you try to help she'll knock you on your ass as well, just watch bud." He says.

Angrily I watch as this twat continues to manhandle her. Tru grabs his right hand and bends his fingers backwards to his wrist. The twat falls to his knees groaning in pain, he attempts to grab her again. She quickly bends his arm backwards at the elbow, locking the joint. If she adds any more pressure his arm will surely snap. They've drawn a crowd as Tru says something to him. I can't hear what she said, but the look on his face and hers says it's not pleasant.Tru releases the arm lock allowing him to cowardly return to his friends, ego busted.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to fuck with a Marine, you Jackass!" the Dj says through the mic, causing the club to erupt in laughter at his expense.

"Yep, got it. She's a Marine." I say amused. This 'girl' is bad as fuck. I don't know what it is about her, but I want to find out.

"You ok, love?" I ask offering her the other bottle of water.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the water." again she drops her left eye in a subtle wink for me.
Leaning in I whisper, "If you keep winking at me, I'm gonna think you fancy me, love." my lips graze her ear as I finish what I was saying. Tru lets out a sharp breath and shivers at the contact. I smile loving her reaction to me.

After a couple more hours someone decides that we're drunk enough and it's time to head home. Noticing that the only two completely sober ones are Clint and Zayn.

"You lot didn't drink?" I slur climbing into the car.

"Someone had to drive your drunk asses home, yeah." Zayn says climbing into the other car.

Tru comes out assisting a very drunk Freya into the car before saying something to Zayn. I notice that Tru also isn't drunk, tipsy not drunk. Watching her hips sway I'm again caught up in my desires, I want to guide those hips while she above me riding my...

"Harry, get in the bloody car, you prat!" Lou sasses next to me.

This time around I'm in the middle of Lou and Tru. 10 minutes into the trip Lou is passed out drooling next to me.

"Did you have fun?" Tru asks quietly.

"Yeah, I did. We should do it again. Tomorrow?" I whisper in her ear.

"No such luck, Hun. I won't be home after 2 tomorrow, and I won't return till Sunday. Next time though." She says as we pull into the driveway.

Between Tru, Clint, and myself we manage to get the drunk and passed out Lou and Niall out of the car, leaving them to their own devices. Clint gives Tru a hug holding her longer than needed before glaring at me and leaving.
What a cunt!

Tru's P.O.V

Somehow I manage to get the drunk girls into rooms, with Freya staying in mine.

"I saw you and Harry dancing. I bet he could help you with your dry spell. I think he wants to travel down Truth's Lane." she half shouts.

Shushing her I shake my head, quickly changing into shorts and a tank top before knocking on the bathroom door. Receiving no reply I walk in to find Harry at the sink.

"Sorry, I just need to brush my teeth, I'll wait till your done in here." I say backing out.

"S'ok love, I don't bite. I'm doing the same. There's two sink no need to wait." He says amused.

I begin to wash my face, as Harry finishes brushing his teeth.

"So I hear you need help with a dry spell." I choke on my toothbrush, before looking at Harry.

Cheeky grin covering his face, as his deep green eyes light up with amusement. Cheeky little shit! I finish brushing my teeth as Harry pushes away from the sink and walks towards me.

I allow Harry to corner against the sink. Feeling confident he pushes his advances.
Harry puts his hands on my hips, lips inches from mine.

"I've wanted to feel your lips on me from the moment I saw you." His voice is husky with desire as he leans in closer. Once again his hot minty breath consumes my senses.
I close my eyes, parting my lips...

Notes

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