Motorpool Lovin'

BeachHead stood outside the motorpool's outer entrance and watched the sexiest tank jockey ever as she hung over into the engine of one of the AWEStrikers. He watched the line of her leanly muscled thighs as they braced against the front bumper when she strained to pull a wrench hard enough to break a stubborn bolt free. His mouth twitched slightly underneath the mask as her voice rose in a series of extremely foul curses. She rivaled him when it came to colorful vocabulary.

"Clutch!!! God DAMMIT!!! CLUUUUTCH!!" The voice dropped to curse and mumble. Then she finally backed out and looked around the empty motorpool. "Where the hell is that stupid mech-head? CLUUUTCH!?"

His voice startled her as he spoke up in his customary drawl. "Ah'll start feelin' all kinds a put-out, if'n ya keep squallin' fer that grease-monkey 'steada me."

She whirled and lifted her wrench to throw it at him in annoyance. She lowered it only when his hand came up automatically to catch it. She never was one to waste effort if she wasn't going to manage to do any damage.

"Well, I didn't know YOU were available.. not being aware that you were lurking around like a danged ninja." She smiled just a little bit at the scowl her words brought up.

"Don't be callin' me nasty names like that." He walked over slowly to peer at the engine with disinterest. "Why're ya yellin' so much fer Clutch? Can't ya figure out what's wrong with it yerself?" He didn't bother to dodge away as she punched his ribcage for the insult. "Ow. Really.. that almost tickled."

She glared at him and shook one greasy fist under his nose. "Don't make me punch you in the nose. I might just be tired of it being crooked to the right, and mash it to the left for a while."

"Yeah yeah.. you know me, I like it rough." He did duck that punch. She really did have a penchant for hitting the bridge of his nose if he didn't watch it. "Hey hey.. calm down and stop tryin' ta punch me. I'll help ya wit' whatever it is."

She subsided and grabbed up the wrench to whack at a bolt head deep in the engine. "There.. use your giant muscles for something useful for once."

He plucked the wrench out of her hand and stuck it down into the engine, bending over the front of the engine to reach it. Once he got the wrench into the awkward spot, he tugged it a few times and she snickered. "What?"

"Turn it around, you're such a doofus. Righty-tighty.."

"Shut up." He flipped the wrench and got a decent angle to tug it the correct direction. The only time he EVER forgot which way to take off a bolt was when he was within sight of HER. At this point he was surprised she didn't think he was brain-damaged. "It's stuck."

"Oh.. reeeeeally? I thought it was just me not wanting to break a nail!" Her boot connected with the back of his thigh and he grunted in pain. "Use those tough muscles. Put some power behind it!"

"Alright alright.. stop kickin' me." Dragging at it harder, he continued to pull until he thought he felt some give. "I think it's comin'... " The loud 'CRACK' startled him and his arm flew back as the wrench came loose. Elbow met engine block with a significantly less loud 'crack' and he gritted his teeth. "OW!!" Standing upright, he held half of a wrench. "Oops."

He didn't want to look at her, but his eyes betrayed him and slid over to see an outraged look on her face. "Look.. I'm sorry.."

"YOU BROKE MY WRENCH!! You... you... you... stupid meathead!"

"I'll get ya a new wrench.. but I'll point out.. ya said use my muscles.."

"Oh you.. fine!" She snatched up the remnant to peer at it. "You BROKE it!"

"Uhh.. yeah, I noticed. I think the bolt ain't comin' loose. Ya got another wrench?"

Her glare made him lean back slightly. She shook her head. "Don't. I'll have Clutch pull the engine out totally and we'll cut it off with a torch and drill the stupid thing out. Just.. " She smiled at him suddenly. "You're just a disaster at times, Beach."

"Yeah well.. " He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

CoverGirl looked at the half wrench in disgust and tossed it onto her workbench. "What were you lurking around for anyway?"

"Lookin' at yer thighs, if truth be told." She jabbed at his ribs again, which he did dodge mostly. "Hey, at least number one, I'm honest, and number two.. I got great taste."

She shook a finger at him. "Yeah! Like I don't know you were looking a bit higher than my thighs too, you lecher."

He feigned astonishment for her, amazing the amount of expression he gave with only his eyes showing. "Me? I was doin' no such thing! Mainly on accounta yer danged toolbelt is in the way.. but I wasn't."

"Why not?" She stepped up to within a few inches of his chest and looked up at him perkily. "Isn't my ass pretty enough for you to look at?"

His hands slipped around her, and cupped both cheeks. "I dunno.. I ain't looked at it enough yet. Let me look at it some more."

Her hand came up to slap lightly on his cheek. She was robbed of the nice smack noise by the cloth and frowned. "So tell me.. why are you lurking around?"

"Dinnertime, I missed ya. Waited fer a while, ate dinner.. waited some more.." He tilted his head aside. "I jus' missed ya. Was feelin' all lonely and.. needy." The glint in his eye made her smile. "Thought I'd come up and see if ya were in need of any.. help. Somethin' I might be able to lift or grope..." Letting his hands roam downwards, he stroked fingers under the tight curves and then drifted them upwards along the firm muscles running along her spine. "Maybe ya need some back rubbin' or somethin'."

Her eyes shut as she leaned back just enough to encourage him. "Maybe.. " Opening her eyes she reached to tug off the cloth headcovering, laughing as he ducked his head to the side to avoid it dragging across his eyes and spat out the trailing edge when it got in his mouth. "There.. that's better."

"Yeah, now ya gotta look at my ugly mug." He looked amused and that usually meant she might just get some fun out of him.

"Nope.. your 'ugly' mug is down in your office, probably with a tablespoon of old coffee in the bottom. I'm going to buy you a pink one." The deliberate six inches of vacant space between them seemed to warm as he smiled just a tad at her.

"That's not the pink I want."

Her mouth dropped open. "Oh good LORD! That was crass! Even for you!"

He looked puzzled for all of three seconds before he turned red. "I meant your lips Barbiedoll. I know where yer mind is.. need a gutter-snorkel?"

"Oh... well.. I can't help it. You bring out the worst in me." She lifted her face to kiss his mouth lightly. "It's after hours, so I need to close up the shop here. You want to wait a minute, I'll be right back."

He smiled and kissed her anyway. Then he let her pull away, moving to put away her tools while she tidied up and shut the outer doors, slamming them into place and latching them securely. Once she was done, she wiped her hands clean on a shop rag and went looking for BeachHead.

He looked over his shoulder at her as she approached the Wolverine with the engine compartment open. "You been tinkering with the engine again?"

"Oh yeah.. you should hear it now. She's purrrrring." CoverGirl's hand reached out to trail along the edge of the armor plating. "I think I've got it tuned up just right." She turned and let her hand drift to his arm and run along it lightly. "Sooo... you ate dinner.."

He nodded. "Yeah.. when ya didn't show up." Shifting his weight, he leaned to brush his face in the edge of her hair. "I missed ya.. a lot."

She slipped that hand over his shoulder and cupped the back of his neck. "You missed me? That's really sweet." Her fingers slid through the hair on the back of his head, making his eyes half close. "You're letting your hair get long again."

"I been busy.. no time.. time.." He sighed lightly, her fingers winding through his rumpled hair in a intricate pattern. "Ahh.. yeah.. " Tilting his head to encourage her to find all the best spots, he let out the softest of groans. "..yeah.. right.. oh.. "

"You are sooo easy.. give you a little head rubbing and you just go all to pieces..." She leaned into his hands that had returned to her back.

"Yeah... pieces.. easy.. " When she stopped, his eyes opened and he smiled lazily at her. "That's so nice. I can't help it... ya drive me ta distraction.." Bending just a little, he kissed her full lips, touching them almost gently, over and over, sucking ever so lightly at the sweet taste. She made a soft little pleased noise and opened her mouth to catch his lower lip with just her lips. His tongue slipped in to run under her upper lip, flicking away to tease her. "Yer tasting so sweet tonight Courtney.. " Fastening lips to her again, he explored her willing mouth more fully, letting her suck the agile tongue before pulling away again. "Tastin' as good as strawberries onna summer day.."

She smiled against his mouth. "Less talk.. more tongue.." He chuckled and bent to trail kisses along her jaw and neck, moving along her throat as she tilted her head back and moaned softly. One of his hands came up to stroke the side of her neck as he licked along the pulse he could feel quickening. Her fingers tightened in his short hair and tugged him in closer, and he raked his teeth over her neck lightly to make her shudder and moan again. "Oh yeah.. you are all kinds of sexy tonight.." Her other hand worked to unfasten his tactical vest.

"I intend ya to be all kinds of turned on.." His warm breath flowed over her skin and seemed to sink into her body as she flushed hotly. Unfastening the buttons on her khaki shirt one by one, he mouthed his way down to her collarbone to nibble at it gently. When his vest fell open, he stopped and took a few seconds to pull it off and hung it on the edge of the piece of armor plate propped next to them.

"I'm going to buy you a new sweater.. you got two new holes in this one.. " She poked a finger in through one hole just below his ribs and tickled at his skin.

He tugged her hand away and growled at her. "Stop that.. and that's a bullet hole.. means it's a lucky sweater.. I'll fix it." He went back to her shirt, untucking it and undoing the last few buttons. "Least I don't have grease stains on it like a certain tank jockey I could mention.."

"Keep it up Ranger man.."

"Oh.. I'm doin' that alright.. 'course, you're helpin' with it.." He grinned as he kissed her open mouth, thrusting his tongue in deep, one hand behind her head, while his free arm wrapped around her back to pull her in tight to him. She pressed against the lines of his body, sucking his tongue hungrily, feeling the low moan in his chest as she ran both of her hands down the long muscles of his spine and under the waistline of his fatigue pants. When she curved herself to press her belly along his crotch, he twitched hard, flexing just enough to rub against her a little. He broke the kiss to take a deep breath and give her a look filled with desire and lust. "Gawd Courtney.. yer killin' me.."

"Awww... toughen up.." She nuzzled into his neck, nibbling his jawline. "You wanna lose the holy sweater of funk?"

He snorted at her but leaned back enough to let her peel it off in one smooth move. "Funk? That's sexy.. " He helped her tug off her shirt, reaching to hang it over his tac vest. "Oooo.. gotta love the lacy bra.."

She rolled her eyes. "You have low standards... I've never shown you my Victoria's Secret."

"I dunno any Victorias.. is that the blond greenshirt on guard duty thursdays?" He slipped arms around her ribs to tug her close so he could busy his mouth on her throat again.

"Hopeless... Wayne.. seriously.. you're hopeless.." His agreement was muffled by her hair. "Oh.. that feels niiice.." Letting her head roll back, she slid one leg up along his, hooking the heel behind his knee. He shifted closer to press his arousal against her again, sliding it downward slowly before he pushed it against her harder. The gentle warmth that had begun in her center flashed to a sudden heat. "Oh god yeah.." She felt the muscles in his back flex as he backed her against the armored fender of her vehicle.

"Soo good.. gawd, ya feel so good.." He kissed downward as his hands traveled up to cup her breasts in the silk covering. His thumbs rubbed over nipples that drew up into hard nubs of pleasure. "Like that? Tell me.." His voice dropped to a low husky tone. "Tell me what ya want.. "

She let out a long drawn out moan that made his back stiffen in desire. She knew all his buttons.. and he knew hers. "I want you to suck them.. " He let out a involuntary whine at her words. "I want your mouth on my breasts Wayne.." Her smooth voice caressed his name and made him even harder. "Please Wayne.." She could hear his breath quicken and smiled softly. "You know what I like.."

"Yeah.." His lips were hot as he kissed across the upper curve of her right breast, sucking lightly at the creamy skin. He shifted to stroke himself on her upper thigh, that hard bulge making her tremble. "I know what ya need, girl.. got it all ready fer ya.." He took a few seconds to fumble at the clasp, and finally stood to lean over her shoulder. "Ya know.. danged bras oughta come off easier.." The light cloth finally fell away as he mastered the multiple hook-and-eye fastener. "There.. where was I?" His warm hands cupped both breasts and he bent to kiss her shoulder. "Was it here?" Letting his lips brush across the top of her chest, he kissed her opposite collarbone. "Here?"

She laughed lightly and grabbed the hair on the back of his head and twisted his face to hers. "Wayne... you're such a damned tease.."

When they kissed it was all urgency and lust and need, sucking each other's tongues, nipping at the other's lips. Her hands ran up his back, and her nails raked back down his spine, making him tilt his head back and groan lustily. When she reached his pants, she turned her hands to tuck down inside, feeling the muscles bunch as he ground himself against her belly.

"Ahh gawd.. ahh.. " He pushed her away enough to bend and fasten his mouth over one hard nipple, sucking it hard, rolling his tongue around it over and over while she panted and whimpered. He lowered into a slight crouch and pressed a hand against a shoulder to pin her against the side of the Wolverine while his other tweaked the nipple he wasn't mouthing. "Tell me.. tell me, Courtney.." His mouth switched to the second nipple suckling at it while the cool air touched the abandoned one, one hand sliding down to stroke the back of her thigh.

Her pants began to come even faster. "Oh please.. Wayne.. I want you Wayne.." She felt him smile against her flesh.

"Naw.. can't have me.." Her whimper made him suck harder on her nipple, while he unfastened her snug pants. "You don't want it enough yet.." The lean ex-model writhed as he teased her by sliding his rough hands around her hips under the pants, working them downward little by little. She caught her fingers in his hair again, panting and letting out tiny cries. "Ah can't hear ya..."

She swallowed and tried to focus for a second. "P-please Wayne.. please? Oh.. OH.. " He flexed to stroke himself against her thigh and her legs spread a little as she shook. "Oh god oh god.. yes.. please Wayne.. "

"Want that?" She nodded and whimpered. "Maybe.." Her soft moan of need pleased him and made his cock begin to throb. He stroked a few more times on the inside of her thigh, knowing it drove her completely crazy. He bent to run his hand down her leg. "Boot.." Courtney lifted her leg so he could tug it off, repeating the action for the second boot so he could slide her pants down. Once she stepped out of them and kicked them aside, he straightened up and pinned her to the armor with his whole body. "Gawd woman.. you feel what ya do ta me?" She nodded while he stroked against her. When she began to kiss his neck, he sighed and tilted to give her better access to his ear. She sucked at his earlobe and nibbled it to make him shudder with pleasure.

"I want to suck you Wayne.." Her husky voice nearly undid him completely. "..on my knees.."

"Oh gawd.. " The Ranger braced both hands against the tank behind her and let her work her way lower with her mouth. She trailed her tongue across his hard abs as her hands undid his fatigues and reached in to cup his rigid cock. "Gawd.. Courtney.. ya don't gotta.."

"I want to.." She knelt between the Wolverine's treads and him, his body leaning over her. The saucy look that she turned up at him made him smile. She licked her lips and he twitched. "Unless you can't last with me sucking you.."

"Oh.. I'll last.. " When she took the head into her mouth, he thought she'd make a liar out of him. She rolled her tongue around the edges of the swollen head and he whimpered and struggled to hold to the edges of his control. He tried to take deep breaths to steady himself as she began to suck his cock, swallowing it down and then teasing it with just her tongue. The sheer pleasure rushed through him, watching her on her knees pleasuring him. "Oh gawd Gourtney.. please.. " He groaned over and over as she got faster, her hand fondling his balls gently. "Jesus.. baby please.."

She turned loose and stood up and he bent to suck at the upright nipples. Sucking at them, running his hands over her body to stroke every inch of skin, letting her run her fingers into his hair and over his back.. he let his lust cool off until he regained control of himself again. "Wayne.. now.. right now.. "

When he straightened up, he fastened his lips to hers, twining his tongue around hers, and pressing his body to hers. He pushed against her, pinning her lithe form against her vehicle, reaching down to stroke down her thigh and then lifting it to tuck himself under her hips, positioning himself so his cock could rub across her hot wet opening. "Ya sure ya want this?" He asked every time.. half to show her that it was her choice.. no matter how aroused he was.. half to tease her with the idea that he could stop right then.. no matter how hot she was for him.

"Wayne.. if you don't fuck me right now, I swear.." Her threat was muffled by his mouth as he thrust his tongue in deep. Flexing his hips, he slipped inside her a little and backed out making her whimper and arch her hips for him. He thrust in further just to withdraw and listen to the whine of need.

"Yer so damned hot.." He thrust all the way in, burying his cock deep within the tight folds. Pinning her hard against the metal, he flexed his hips to grind that perfect spot inside her. "Yer too tight.." He sucked at her throat as she arched up against him, crying out in soft pants as he pumped his hips unmercifully, wanting that last inch of space he needed. "Ya like that? Want it.. don't ya.. "

She nodded, clutching at his back and lifting her other leg up to lock both of them around his waist.. letting him take her weight and surrendering to let him pound her faster. "God yes.. please.. oh god.. please Wayne.. Wayne please.. harder.. god yes harder.." She moaned his name into his ear and felt him shudder.

"Oh geez.. I love it when ya do that.. " She did it again.. and he let out a cry. "Courtney.. oh.. oh.. please oh please.. " He began to grunt as he slammed into her, filling her over and over as she felt that wonderful flutter beginning deep inside her, centered on his intrusion into her being.

"Waayne.. oh god.. I'm.. " She wrapped her legs a little tighter and hung on as the flutters turned abruptly into full body shudders as she came hard, clenching tightly around his hot cock and drawing him along with her in waves of sheer pleasure. Within a few seconds he followed, bracing himself and plunging into her one last time deeply, tiny jerks heralding every spurt as he filled her up.

By the time they both finished trembling, sweat soaked their bodies and they panted. His breath puffed strands of her hair aside as she buried her face into his neck. He patted one of her thighs and she unhooked her ankles to stand, letting him draw himself out and away.

"Jesus Christ, Wayne. I need to skip dinner more often." Her smile made him kiss the corner of her mouth.

"Naw.. don't go sayin' that. Yer already too thin." He kissed under her ear and along her jaw. "That was so damned hot.. ain't nobody like ya.. not never.."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him deeply for a few moments. "Yeah.. you better not be checking that theory out neither. You're my Ranger. And I don't share well."

"All yourn." He confirmed with a smile. He bent to hand her pants to her, snagging his own up to draw them on quickly. "Get dressed, I'll take you to a late dinner in the messhall."

She hopped in place getting her pants up. Her bra slipped on easily and she plucked at the cloth to adjust it while he paused in dressing to kiss along the edges of the cups. "You better stop or I'll be looking for a rematch." He stepped away to find his sweater where she'd tossed it. "I thought you already ate?"

He pulled the beat-up sweater on over his head, wriggling his head through the neck. "Yeah well.." The second arm finally emerged from the sleeve. "I seem ta have worked off the first dinner.. gotta refuel." He plucked up the tactical vest to toss on. "I still hafta finish half a dozen sidearms tonight. Retoolin' the slides on the new nine mil pistols. Too snug of a fit right outa the factory. Only takes ten minutes, but there's half a dozen ta do."

She sighed at him. "When do you stop working?"

He grinned as she tucked in her shirt. "When I'm taking time to fool around with my girlfriend." She blushed. "Or.. ya know.. when I'm sleepin'."

"Oh please." Her second boot stuck and she stomped her foot into it. "I have it on good authority that you NEVER sleep."

He snorted at her. "Where'd did ya hear that claptrap?"

She joined him on the lift and slipped her security card to activate it. "A greenshirt told me.. with great authority. Claimed the Sergeant major never sleeps and has a heart of stone. Sounded pretty certain." The lift began to descend.

"Ahh.. well. It ain't my heart made of stone... certain other parts now.."

"Oh yes.. I forgot.. you do have a head made of solid granite."

"Well.. the head.. and the shaft.."

"Beach!"

".. and the balls.. don't fergit the balls.."

"BEACH!"

"Whut? Ya should know.."

"BEACH!!!!"

*smack*

"Ow!! Dang... fer that, ya ain't gettin' any fer a week!"

"Yeah right.. I'll just.."

"Ooo.. yeah.. nibble.. jus' a little.. OOooooo.."

"A week? Really?"

"Maybe less."

"Maybe?"

"Probably less. A lot less. Like.. maybe couple hours?"

"I thought so."