As Jason promised his men got to meet Jenna. In her element. At first they thought he'd chicken out and was bombarded with relentless whines of what happened and jabs of knew he wouldn't. Then Jenna, who was using the bathroom in the hallway to change came through the door.
They became silent one by one as she entranced them with every step until she reached his desk.

Jason smiled with pride. And more than a little smug made the introductions with his arms firmly wrapped around her hips, silently letting them know she was off limits to any one of their flirtations. They'd just have to find their own goddess.

"Jenna this big guy was the one who wanted to meet you the most." He nodded his head towards Kevin, the ring leader, who stood to the far left of them. Jenna flinched in his arms and felt the goosebumps rise on her arms. His body moved on its own and started rubbing her arms up and down to warm her up.

Kevin moved from the group and thrust out his hand. Taking his proffered hand Jenna said in a faltering voice, "Hi."

Odd. Jason wondered what was making Jenna so nervous. Just moment ago she was as gungho as him in teaching these logheads not to underestimate yoga and how hard it can be. Maybe it was Kevin's size that had her a bit overwhelmed. Hell, he was even bigger than him that often times he felt like a midget standing next to him. And that was a hard thing to do.

Jason's gaze narrowed on their hands which Kevin was holding a little too long for him to like. He stepped back, pulling Jenna with him and threw Kevin a pointed look. Point taken he released Jenna's hand then asked, "So Jenna, how did you two meet? What do you do for a living? How-"

"What's up with the third degree?" Jason interrupted. He wanted to quickly get things started. He didn't have time for the barrage of questions. Besides they already knew what she did for a living.

"I'm a yoga instructor," Jenna answered.

Jason groaned.

Every one of their heads turned to him so fast he wouldn't been surprised if all of them got a crimp in their neck from the movement.

"So that explains it," said Kevin throwing a knowing look over Jenna's head."

"Explains what?" Jenna swiveled her head taking note all of their smirks. Then she turned her head around and up at him and repeated, "Explain what?"

"We found a yoga book belonging to our boy here. We thought he was going soft. But now..."

Kevin left his statement unfinished. He didn't need to finish what he planned to say because it was clear unspoken. Jason gone soft and gooey and willing to do anything at the cost of his manhood to impress his woman.

Jason bristled. If any of them knew what they were missing they wouldn't be standing around cracking jokes and laughing at him. Sex with Jenna wasn't the same as he had with any another woman. They pale, no their bedroom intimacies were duller than a grey, rainy day, when compared to what to he and Jenna shares in the bedroom. Or living broom. Bathroom.

It wasn't just the yoga sex either. It was the woman. Always, always she manages to make him harder, wanted to delve deeper into her sweet, tight channel and come harder than he ever thought was humanly possible. And as soon as he wrung out to dry with a single touch of her sweet hands on any part of his body has his dick at rock hard standing ovation seeking her warmth again like a heat-seeking missile.

"Oh that's so sweet." Jenna pivoted in his embrace and cupped face. Her brow arched knowingly and he shrugged in answer, silently not denying he was researching advanced yoga positions for them to try.

She swiftly stood on her toes and claimed his lips. His eyes closed and he took over, his tongue slipping past her teeth to taste the heaven for him alone. Groans of 'come on' and 'get a room' pierced the lusty haze that always enshrouded him and he pulled away.

The guys had dispersed, mocking their less than enthusiastic feelings now of watching a public display of affection.

"Sorry if I embarrassed you." The men immediately rushed forward to assuage her concerns as if she was a child who just skinned their knee. She had them eating out of her hand. Jason stood back a bit and crossed his arms to watch a master at work. "It really is too sweet he put in the effort to learn more about what I do. I mean whenever I tell people I'm a yoga instructor they get this look on their face."

Some of the guys flustered but Jenna continued. "Most times they don't say it but I can tell what they're thinking. They're wondering why I didn't get a degree in accounting or some other job that makes a lot of money." Jenna rolled her eyes, swiping her hands in the air in frustration. "Don't get me wrong but a STEM related career isn't for everyone. And I love what I do."

"As you should," said one voice."Yeah," the others agreed. "Just can't stand it when other people who don't know you try to tell you what's best for you." Jason seemingly nodded in agreement.

"Best thing is I'm helping people too. With yoga I'm helping people relieve stress, improving their physical and mental health. Yoga is the movement of body and breath, forming connections between mind and spirit. Every asana pose and meditation a form of counseling to resolve one's problems."

The room became silent in awe at such passion brimming over and blinding them with it brilliance. If Jason wasn't aware before then he was initiated again to the breadth of love and conviction and importance of yoga to Jenna.

"Well damn. If it's like that I want to try doing it."

Hook, line and sinker. And with no help or manipulation on his part either. Damn his woman was good.

Jenna smiled rather hesitantly. "I don't know," she demurred. "It's not as easy as it looks you know. If you really want to I can start you as beginners."

A tumultuous noise of loud, offended voices rang out at Jenna's suggestion. Nathan, the most vocal and eager to meet Jenna and now half enamored with stepped out of the fray. He slapped his palm on his chest and heartfeltly declared, "Ma'am we were trained to be weapons. We can take it. So there's no need to worry about us.

"You sure? Okay then," Jenna shrugged. "I can guide you through some poses now. Jason said I can use the gym while I wait for him. Don't know when I can do it otherwise."

They all cheered and surrounded Jenna as they left the room to head to the gym. All except for Kevin who sidled up next to him and watch the group walk out the door.

"You set all this up didn't you?" Kevin gave him a sidelong glance daring him to deny it. And though he'd like to take credit for credit how things worked out he didn't. It was all Jenna. His Jenna.

"Nope," Jason replied then added, "I'm not you."

Kevin grunted. "You not going to join them? Or do you think you can't take a little bit of yoga?"

He harrumphed at the obvious insinuation and shook his head. "Don't think you can trick me to whatever you got planned with your girl. 'Sides I can bench press you." Jason shrugged and followed the trail of curried favors dropping from the mouths of the men blindly following Jenna and her promises of enlightenment. Blind to her unspoken promises of lingering soreness they'll feel for days.

Not wanting to be left out Kevin shuffled, quickly overtaking Jason and joining at the end of the trail more curious and interested than Jason knew he let on.

He couldn't wait to see it.

***

"Now the next pose is called tittibhasana. Also known as the firelfy pose."

Jason looked around the room, at the strained faces, eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets in exertion of maintaining the last pose Jenna put them through. He heard three separate thuds and his eyes searched for the ones who fell out of pose. Nathan in front got up quickly but Matt and Sean in the back still lay flat on her sides gasping as if they were taking lamaze class.

"Again it's okay if you can't hold the pose. Just remember your breathing." Jason's eyes glinted with admiration as he watched come out of the standing T pose -one he couldn't wait to get her home and try- and slowly pulled in her extended leg until both feet were together. "This pose will strengthen your arms and wrists. Strengthen your inner groin and back torso. While balancing on your arms."

"Now this might give you some trouble but with all these muscled biceps you've got I doubt it'll be that much."

"First bend forward," Jenna instructed as she bent forward herself, her palms flat on the ground, the ponytail she put her hair in swishing like a horse's tail. "Spread your legs slightly apart and slide your hand in between your thighs. Now squat down until your thighs are resting on your tricep, the back of your arms."

Jenna looked up and surveyed the room, giving out corrections until she was satisfied the forms were right. Jason could hear the straining and protesting muscles. He tried to keep his grinning to a minimum but failed. He'd seen Jenna do the firefly pose before and it always amazed him to not only how flexible she was but strong as well.

"Remember your breathing." She guided them through next step, opening her chest and torso, then her legs, straightening it outwards over her arms. Gaze forward she smiled and said, "Now hold-"

Whatever she was going to say next was drowned out by sounds of a rock avalanche and the building shaking from a minor earthquake. The sounds of grown men begging no more filling the air.

Jenna went on as if she hadn't heard them, imploring them not to give up and landing the final blow when she told them it'd be alright to squat down, their lower torso rest on the back of their arms if it was too difficult.

Afterwards she went through the cool down from downward dog to standing forward bend to seated twist and finally to the lotus position. When she ended the class he'd never seen a bunch of relieved and sheepish men in his life. And somewhat relaxed too.

Even more astonishing was instead of running for the hills they wanted to spend more time with Jenna, a woman who used yoga as a weapon of mass destruction. Jason thought they'd never wanted to see a single hair of hers or stand to hear any word that started with the letter Y after what she put him through. But two hours later, a round of drink and pool at their favorite bar proved him wrong.

***

Jenna was had her eye on the striped nine yellow ball in the corner pocket. There was no she could miss. If Jason was playing fair. Granted neither did she when she first saw how good he was at playing pool.

Her bold half definitely didn't blame her for palming his butt or pressing her breasts against him whenever he took a shot. But turnabout wasn't fair play. As she learned and regretted she ever started playing dirty because her panties was drenched and if she didn't end the game soon, say their goodbyes she was this close from pushing Jason down and taking his big cock inside her aching core on the green felt pool table. Bar customers and staff be damned.

Jason leaned forward. "Don't think you'll make that shot," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

"You're not playing fair." She jabbed him with her elbow but he didn't move. The man was solid muscle. "Move."

He chuckled, stood up and leaned against the table, his hands resting on the side and still close to her. "You're the one who started it. If you can't take it you could admit defeat and let me win the bet. Anything the winner wants remember?"

His eyes darkened as they slowly gazed over her body from her lips to her breasts, ass and legs then back up again. Everywhere his eyes touched lit a flame Jenna feared couldn't be doused. It sent her entire body trembling in want.

She wrenched her eyes away but not before he licked her lips when sent her heart to overdrive. She immediately took the shot and Jenna knew she hit the ball too shallow and too soft. Now that it was Jason's turn she also instinctively knew that he'll clear the table.

He stood before grinning, a god of war waiting to taste his spoils of war. Dazed, Jenna wondered how'd she ever get so lucky to have the sexiest man she'd ever met in her bed.

"What?" He arched his brow. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her into his chest holding her as if he had no attention of letting his prize go. "No kiss for the winner."

Jenne turned her head in mock disgust. "I let you win." Undeterred he leaned down and kissed her cheek and nibbled his way down her jaw then the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. "Course you know my win means you win."

Jenna felt the heat in her cheeks and wondered when she'll ever stop blushing at every sexual innuendo he said. Feeling too hot for comfort Jenna excused herself to the bathroom. She was halfway to the bar when the woman sliding a tiny piece of white paper into Nathan's pocket before she left the bar made her pause. She took a step to get a closer look and almost knocked into a waitress carrying a tray full of beer.

"Sorry. Sorry." Her hands jutted out to steady the tray that almost toppled out of the woman's hands. Waitress replied thanked and apologized then quickly made her way to the group of marines she'd left behind. By the time she looked back to the bar both Nathan and the woman was gone.

Jenna shrugged and continued to use the women's bathroom in the back, trying to put the mysterious woman out of her head. Which she found was impossible as she still pondered over it.

While washing her Jenna tried to think of what about the scene at the baw was startling. Men and women pick up each other at bars all the time. The bar was the quintessential meeting spot to meet your one night stand for the night. So why was this particular one so startling?

Although she met Nathan today Jenna thought he was a sweetie. A guy who deserved more than meaningless sex. Something she could tell the woman he was flirting with was not into and will most likely hurt him in the near future. Nathan couldn't handle a woman like her. Even though she only saw the woman from the back with her long, dark curls, trim curves and the dazed look on Nathan's face it wasn't hard to deduce she was beautiful, knew it and knows how to use it.

But what bothered her the most was she swore she knew the woman too. Had met her before. Who was she? And why did it give her a bad feeling?

Before she knew it she was back by Jason's side so deep in thought she didn't remember drying her hands, leaving the restroom and making the trek back to Jason and his rambunctious friends.

"Any word about your physical results," asked one of the men. She'd forgotten his name but was pretty sure it was something like Michael or Mike. He had close cropped blonde hair and brown eyes like melted chocolate. He was the slim, muscular types a woman would think wasn't packing until he took his clothes shocking the hell out of her just how wrong she was.

Jenna stiffened. She will herself to relax but not fast enough. Jason had noticed and not wanting a reminder of her crying outburst last week in the middle of the night simply shook his head and said, "Nothing yet. Anyways it's time for us to head out," he hugged her closer to him and kissed the top of her head, "like you should be doing too. Rest those sore muscles you got from doing yoga."

They all laughed heartily denying the truth of Jason's words rather poorly as several of them was caught mid stretch of their arms and back.

Watching them Jenna wondered once again about the vision she saw. She didn't need it to know that her relationship with Jason was more than sex. They cuddled and engaged in pillow talk -if they didn't wear each other out- after sex. If they were fuck buddies as soon as they finished coming one of them would've dashed on their clothes and head back home. But they'd practically lived in each other's homes. Took turns in whose place they were spending the night. They both had an extra toothbrushes by their bathroom sinks. Some of his clothes were in his closet and vice versa.

Despite that all they have now, no matter how they became couple, could easily disappear. Jenna didn't think she had it in her to go through the pain of loving him then losing him. And if he passed his results, she didn't need to divine what'll happen next. He'd be reinstated for duty, shipping out for his next tour and leaving her alone.

A gaping hole opened up in her chest and she could feel her happiness disappear inside it at the thought. Should she continue walking this path and lose the infuriatingly, wonderful man? Or should she back-reel her heart before it was too late?

Oh who was she kidding? It already was.

"Hey, let's take a picture," said Kevin, his booming voice breaking her out of her melancholy thoughts. He retrieve his iphone from the back pocket of his jeans and waved it in front of them. "Need photographic confirmation the little lady exists. And of our newest member of the team."

Jason and Jenna tried to get out of it but they were outvoted. Kevin snagged a waitress to take the photo then sent it to everyone in a group message. Jason emailed her the photo.

Seconds later her phone tinged. She pulled out her phone from her purse she left on the table the table procured as soon as they arrived, swiped the screen and went to her gmail app. She tapped the screen to open the photo and her heart warmed over shrinking the hole that emerged earlier to the size of the pinhead.

Jason and Jenna was center stage while his men crowded on each side happily smiling at the camera as if they were reuniting with their most favorite people on Earth. Except for Jason. He was smiling down at her as if he was one lucky man because he was holding in his arms everything he always wanted and would ever matter.

Her eyes watered at the picture but she blinked them away not wanting to cry in front of everyone. That she could control.

What she couldn't control were her recurring thoughts whether she should leave and protect her heart. Or take a risk on what could be the greatest love she'll ever experience with a man however brief.