Page 18 of Love and Loyalty

But as she glanced over at Isabel, she saw something in her eyes that gave Drew hope. Maybe, just maybe, Isabel felt the same way. And maybe, just maybe, they could overcome their mistakes and their fears and find a way to be together.

Later that night, Drew made her way to Izzy's quarters, clutching a bottle of wine. She had been thinking about her all day, replaying their moments together in the field.

Isabel opened the door, a hint of surprise on her face. "Drew, I didn't expect... "

She held up the wine with a smile. "Want to hang out a bit?”

Izzy's expression softened, and she stepped aside, letting her in.

As Drew entered her quarters, she was greeted by the warm glow of soft lighting and the gentle hum of jazz music. Isabel’s lovely brown eyes sparkled with surprise, followed by a hint of delight, as she took in the bottle of wine.

"I really didn't expect company," Isabel said, her voice husky. “It has been a bit of a day of it.”

Drew smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest. "I thought we could unwind. Talk about something other than work, war, or death."

Izzy nodded, leading her to a cozy sitting area. As they sipped the wine, their conversations started light with stories about their families and childhoods.

She laughed at Isabel's tales of her mischievous siblings while Isabel chuckled at the stories of Drew’s adventurous youth.

But as the night wore on, their words delved deeper, touching on their fears and doubts. Drew spoke of her anxiety and her fearof losing control, and Isabel shared her own fears of failing and not being able to save everyone.

Drew's voice trembled as she spoke of an encounter she had in the past and how she didn't want to relive the scenarios that led to that haunting experience. Isabel’s eyes filled with empathy, her face reflecting her emotions.

"It makes me feel like I'm constantly walking on eggshells in life, and I try every day not to let such situations come up ever again," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like if I make one wrong move, everything will fall apart."

Isabel reached out her hand, her fingers brushing against Drew's. "You're not alone," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "We all feel that way. But we can't let fear paralyze us."

Their words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. But instead of pulling away, they drew closer, their eyes locking in a deep understanding. The wine bottle was empty, but they didn't notice.

They were lost in each other's eyes, their hearts beating as one.

Izzy’s words were like a balm to her soul, soothing her fears and calming her doubts.

As they talked, their faces inches apart, Drew felt her emotions raw and exposed. But instead of pulling away, she leaned in, drawn to the warmth of Izzy’s presence.

Then, without a word, Izzy’s lips met hers, their kiss gentle yet passionate. The world around them melted away, leaving them lost in their emotions.

Drew moved closer, their tongues tussling in a passionate kiss. Her hands began to seek beneath Izzy’s shirt instantly, her hunger for her stronger than ever before.

Izzy responded to her, letting out a little moan as Drew’s hands began to roam her body. The lightest of brushes over hernipples had them erect and excited and Drew couldn’t wait any longer.

She began stripping Izzy’s clothes off to feed the desperate need inside of her and as she did, she felt Izzy’s hands beginning to strip her own shirt from her. Her Calvin Klein bra was suddenly being pulled over her head. Their movements were needy and desperate in amongst kisses.

In barely any time at all they were both naked and Drew dropped to her knees on the floor, desperate to taste Izzy.

She pushed Izzy’s thighs roughly apart with her hands and there was no teasing tonight. Her hungry mouth took an eager mouthful of Izzy’s hot wet pussy. The taste of her and how wet she was drove Drew crazy.

Izzy moaned.

“I need you,” Drew took a breath and spoke before going straight back to what she was doing. Then another breath. “You taste so good, you are so fucking wet for me,” she said.

Izzy’s moans got louder and Drew noticed her thighs part further and her hands tangle in Drew’s hair as she pulled Drew’s face tighter into her.

Drew devoured Izzy, her mouth working hard both to please and to satisfy her own desperate hunger.

She wanted this woman so badly and she had nearly lost her today. Their passion was driven by the fear of loss, the bullet graze on Drew’s arm long forgotten as Drew’s tongue took everything from Izzy.

The hot wet heat of her pulsing in need on Drew’s tongue.