The captain's angel

5

Suddenly, an image came to mind without his permission. It consisted of long, large hands, smoothing and caressing her all over, interlocking breaths ... then, his mouth touching every inch of her skin, as if it didn't have enough ... a voice muttering, moaning her name and whispering to her exactly where it will touch next ... a powerful body, pressing against hers almost relentlessly ... that body pushing, riding hers, leading her into oblivion and desperate pleasure ... silver hair ...

- Carmen! Are you here!

Her head snapped up in alarm and her eyes widened in shock. Was he thinking what he was thinking?

Moaning, thrusting, silver hair... Oh my God

Before she could turn in horror, cry in mortification, or even collapse at that very moment, she was suddenly engulfed in a crushing bear hug by an orange blur and breath that smelled like ramen.

She laughed and hugged him back.

- Iker!

Normally when he held her so tightly, she would hit him on the ground right there. But tonight was an exception because I was very happy to see him. The guy had been on a mission for over a month and wasn't supposed to be back until at least next week.

- I missed you, Carmen, you look great tonight! - Iker almost screamed (the second sentence she blushed at) once he finally released her from his grip. He gave a smile from ear to ear that she returned. Then he turned to Veronica, who was giving him a weird look.

- p*****t! Hi to you too!

- Don't call me that, i***t.

She frowned and Carmen almost sighed in relief at the fortunate distraction. Trying to silence a laugh, he looked at the two, while the blonde female glared at the blonde male who was still staring unconsciously at the situation. Instead, he scratched his head and smiled some more.

- Hahaha, Vero is that it is the custom

- Well, at least it's better than what Frank says about you.

- I'm not such an i***t, why do you keep calling me like that?

- I never called you that, Iker- Carmen intervened, amused.

Veronica turned her gaze to Carmen and crossed her arms.

- You guys are a basket case, seriously- she murmured sarcastically.

Iker, the poor boy still didn't seem to understand, as he chose to laugh happily. Then he turned to Carmen again.

- Carmen I haven't seen the i***t Frank or Andres yet, and I still have to go to the old hag tomorrow ... Camila said she had some things to say to me ... she was so drunk when I went to the tower now that she wasn't there sure if she would remember tomorrow ...

- Well Iker, even if she meant it or not, you still have to go tomorrow. You know she would hit you through the ground if she remembered, and you didn't bother to show up.

- Well, okay, but that's troublesome. Hey, look! Manuel, Marcos! Captain, I'm back!

Carmen screamed as she was dragged away, so shocked she couldn't utter a single protest. Of all places, it had to be close to him… Why was the world cruel? Was she being punished for something she did in the past? Something stupid that he should have regretted? He was her former teacher and sometimes captain when they had a mission together, and she was sure that to him, she was nothing more than an old student who was just a cute little girl or something like that.

God, I can't have those thoughts about him… I shouldn't…

Before he knew it, he suddenly flopped onto a bench in front of a table full of sake bottles and something warm (wait, someone) near his right.

And she knew without even looking who it was.

Dammit!

- Hi Iker. It's good to have you back ... hi, Carmen.

Trying not to blush again, especially the way her voice sounded so husky, that it reminded him of ... some best-forgotten images, she looked up and gave him what she hoped was a passively cheerful smile.

- Hello Manuel.

- Carmen, I'll be back, I forgot to order the drinks for us.

And Iker was out, leaving her wallow in her dilemma.

Shit, s**t, s**t!

- So how have you been?

- I have been fine! I've been… feeling excellent- she sang.

Especially when I was imagining you touching me... Do not think about that!

- My pretty Carmen ... you certainly look beautiful tonight.

She gratefully turned to Marcos, another distraction, a small blush on her face. The officer was looking at her appreciatively, an approving look on his face.

- Thanks, Marcos! How was your last mission?

He smiled, looking amused, brown eyes twinkling.

Well, he had his... moments. Great times actually, but too bad, I missed the physical yesterday. I just got back this morning, you see that would have been so ... satisfactory ... For my health. Your touch is very healing.

Okay, your hints were too much. Carmen wanted to roll her eyes but refrained from doing so. He continued chatting, more like flirting, as she listened politely, laughed, smiled, nodded a few times to show that he was listening. He was quite funny and charming she had to admit.

And then Manuel moved to her side, causing their bodies to hit each other, and she felt more heat from her body. Making you forget everything about Marcos or what he was talking about and be bombarded with the old images again with more graphic details.

She almost, almost groaned, horrified. In annoyance ... In pleasure ...

She was going to kill Iker for bringing her here to this stupid table.

Oh, he was going to die.