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 Female x Male  Post Apocalyptic We Will, We Are, We Must Be | Theo and Erolliepollie

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  1. Erolliepollie

    Erolliepollie Lowkey a frenchfry Member

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    Malia clung to Carson as he gently set her across the floor of the shower; the cold tile sent a shock through her body, a small gasp escaping from her lips. However, she would gladly take the shock of the chill over being dropped to the hard tile floor. Her wet hair stuck to the floor, her chest heaving as he parted her legs, her bare center free to him. It turned her on, seeing his eyes drink in the sight of her naked body. It made her feel wanted, needed.

    A delighted, needy moan escaped her lips at his initial Push into the depths of her most sentivie places, her back arching off the wet floor in response to this feeling. Her name on his lips on furthered her pleasure, the sound of his hips against hers being the only thing that filled the air, battling against the sound of the water raining down on their bodies. A soft moan was pushed from her throat at every thrust of his hips, and the volume only grew as time went on, far rivaling his own.

    “Oh, Carson, fuck, fuck, fuck.” His rigorous pace had her swearing and moaning beneath him, writhing in her place as he pushed his length into her wet heat. Her belly tightening, ridged forming across her toes to as her body tensed, her eyes screwed shut. Her hands had nothing to grasp as she felt him repeatedly plunge his member inside of her, so she held her own legs up, pulling her knees to her chest. Her legs had begun to shake, her toes curling as she fought back the urge to finish, she just wanted more.

    She recognized the signs. His thrusts grew sloppy, his muscles tending and releasing with every move he made. He was close, and she knew. To push him along, she tightened her muscles, allowing her walls to clench around his stiff, throbbing length. “Come on, baby, fuck.” Before she could realize, he had ripped himself from her, leaving her with the empty feeling, missing him being inside of her. She moaned softly as he released across her stomach, the heat of his seed contrasting the coolness of her skin. Her hand reached between her legs, rubbing st her clit to finish herself off and within a moment, she was shaking from her own climax.

    She fell limp against the floor, the stream of the shower washing away the ropes of his seed from her stomach. However, as he beckoned her to him, she sat up. Her lips met his in a deep kiss, before she leaned her head down on his shoulder, her chest heaving. She sat that way for a moment, her legs around his hips. “So...I think you succeeded in tiring me out.” A kiss was placed to his temple, her fingers tracing his back. “That thing you did with your tongue, I’m gonna need you to do that again.” With a giggle, she pressed her swollen lips to his own, tasting the sweetness in them.

    After s long, long moment, she slowly stood. She was wobbly on her legs, and she used Carson for support. “I love you, Carson. More than this world and any world combined. What do you say we go cuddle?”
     
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    He pulled her in when she sat up to kiss him, his hands on her bottom, squeezing shamelessly and greedily. He laughed when she broke and quipped, nosing along her neck and her shoulder. "I will gladly do that thing with my tongue as frequently as you desire, just so long as you don't make me do it when you're sweaty." He stood with her and picked her right up off her feet, stopping only to retrieve towels before continuing on to bed.

    The next couple of weeks went more or less the same. Carson continued to train the majority of Initiates, going through the ropes with each chapter that arrived, arranging them into squads and assigning leaders as he went. At the same time Sunny trained Malia on the side, to the same pattern that the Strider had established the first day. Running, endurance, and strength training, then a brief break, then marksmanship and combat training. At the end of the first week Sunny ambushed her with a fight and left her bruised but mobile, and promised that the tactic would become a regular sort of thing. By the end of the second week she had begun to add knives to her sneak attacks.

    Neither woman breathed a word of this to Carson. He was too devoted to finding happiness with his lover to be concerned about her bruises, anyway. He knew what Sunny could do.

    At the onset of week three, Carson took Malia aside during lunch. He had allowed his Initiates to have a day off each week to rest and recover, though true to his prediction a month and a half prior most of them hated Cars for how hard he pushed them. They understood why he did, what was at stake, and they respected him, but he'd gained a nickname for himself among his trainees. He pushed all of it aside as he sat down with her at the end of a table, his expression solemn.

    "So... how's your training going? Sunny's not going too hard on you, is she?" He smiled a little. "You definitely look more lean. I don't think you've ever been sexier than you are right now, like. However hard she's been, god damn, babe. It's working."
     
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    Erolliepollie Lowkey a frenchfry Member

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    Training with Sunny was difficult, beyond difficult, even. Every day, she pushed her to the line, and then pushed her over it. She wouldn’t complain, whatever Sunny was trying to achieve with Malia, she was succeeded. Lia had never felt stronger in her entire life, she’d never looked better, never had such confidence in herself. Nearly each training session with Sunny left her sore and bruised, and even bleeding from one place or another —especially when knives were introduced to their mock fights— but it was all worth it in the end. She felt prepared, she was prepared.

    Malia looked up with a smile as Carson sat down next to her sat an empty table, scooting over to give him some space. She understood that training the initiates was difficult on his part, he nearly always came back to the CIC annoyed, exhausted, or upset. Sometimes even all three. Malia always did her best to ease him when he was, anything from holding him in bed, to working out some tension. She’d do anything for him.

    “She’s working my ass off, but it seems to be paying off. I’m glad that you think so as well.” Malia leaned in to kiss him, though she paused when she saw the look that was present across his features. She furrowed her eyebrows, her hand moving and resting in his back, her other hand booking its fingers under his chin. “Hey hey, what’s wrong?” She rubbed his back, her food forgotten. “You look upset.”
     
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    He took her hands gently in both of his own, holding them down between the two lovers as he turned to face her and straddled the bench. "There's some bad news," he said quietly. "One of the squads I sent out last week haven't reported in yet. They should have had word back to Central by this morning at the very latest, but we haven't heard a thing. Other squads reported signs of a large force moving near the area where the missing people were dispatched." He took a deep breath and glanced around, then leaned in closer. "We're thinking--Nat and Letto and Sunny and me--that the Vanguard's begun to move in earnest."

    He looked her in the eye. "The war is about to break out across this entire region, Lia. And... I'm going to be there on the front line when it does. I'm going to take six squads out to investigate. I know your impulse is to come with me, but. Well." He shrugged. "I'm sure you can guess what I'm going to say about that." He squeezed her hands. "Before you get upset, just hear me out. This is more than paranoia about losing you--which, yeah. That's part of it, I won't pretend otherwise. But thanks to your training with Sunny you're as good as a Strider now, which means you're one of my best people. I need you here and ready to mobilize with the others to where the threat is the most severe. I need you to fight the fight that matters. Okay?"

    Carson sat with her for a while longer, holding her hands and listening to the inevitable objections she raised, talking her down until he could convince her to stay behind. When he did get up he found Max just outside the cafeteria and paused next to the former thief, now a trained and able fighter. Max glanced at him sidelong, then looked back to where Malia still sat. "She buy your line of shit, Carson?"

    "There's no line to buy, Max. Shouldn't you be getting ready to move out?"

    "I'm ready. But you shouldn't lie to her. Everyone knows you're making her stay because you don't respect her enough to hold her own."

    Carson turned to face the smaller man, his jaw set. He had come a long way in the last few weeks, but he knew better than to imagine he was over the thought of losing her. Still, he didn't like Max. He didn't like being questioned by someone whose morals could be summarized as 'maybe so'. "I respect the shits she takes more than I am ever going to respect your opinion, Max. If you're ready then muster up in the motor pool. And do me a favor the next time you have an original thought. Choke on it." He gave Max a good hard smack on the shoulder and turned away to march his way to the CIC, to strap on his gear and prepare for deployment.
     
  5. Erolliepollie

    Erolliepollie Lowkey a frenchfry Member

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    When Carson took both Malia’s hands, her lips instantly pulled down into a frown. The way he was beginning his sentence didn’t thrill her, and neither did the look in his eyes. She listened intently as he began to explain the disappearance of the squad he sent, her eyebrows furrowing. She was upset—those were her friends, but she was also worried. If the squads were disappearing so close to Central, that meant...the Vanguard were truly on the move. Her thoughts were confirmed by Carson’s, and she sighed, shaking her head as she glanced around. The war was beginning.

    Her thumbs were running across his knuckles, though, soon they froze. She narrowed her eyes at him as he explained that he would be on the front line, opening her mouth to add that she would, in fact, come along. He beat her to it, rejecting her unspoken demand and attempting to persuade her to stay as she is, leaving Carson outside, alone. She shook her head, not accepting his answer. She wasn’t going to sit and twiddle her thumbs while he was out there fighting for his life and her life all the same.

    “Carson, I’m not staying her while you’re out there, putting your life on the line. You are the fight that matters, you are what I am here to fight for.” She pulled her hands from his, cupping the sides of his face. “Carson, I just got you back, I don’t want to lose you again. Let me come, you said it yourself, I’m good now.” She shook her head, chewing her lip. “Carson.” However, her words did nothing to sway the man because he soon stood, giving her a tight smile, before walking away. She was left on the bench, in shock.

    After a moment, she stood from the bench, making her way out of the cafeteria. She bumped into Max, and she frowned to see him dressed in battle gear. She pulled him in, hugging him tightly, which he returned. “Be safe out there, okay?” She pushed him gently before she continued on her route to the CIC. She then pushed the door open, seeing him gather his things, changing into his gear. She shook her head, her arms crossed over her chest. “If you don’t come back I swear to the Gods, Carson.”

    She walked closer to him, wrapping him up in her arms, her face In the crook of his neck as she held him tight. Eventually, she pulled away. “If I get word back that you guys aren’t safe, I’m sprinting all the way there. That you can, and will count on, for it?” Malia didn’t want him to go, God how she didn’t want him to go. But she knew why he did. She only wished she was able to join him. She had been training, and that training paid off, though it was plain to see that he still feared her getting hurt, it was obvious to anyone who has eyes. “I love you, you know. I need you back here soon, Cars. I know you have to go.”
     
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    Carson spent a long moment inspecting his new ensemble before he put it on. For Striders, the belt they wore was part of the job. Medicine, tools, survival gear, dozens of small things could fit easily into the belt's pouches. But when push came to shove, it just wasn't big enough for warfare. Ammunition had always been a problem for Striders, which was why they relied so much more on their knives and hatchets and other tools before resorting to guns.

    So now instead they had devised a version of the Runner's harness for their own ends. It fit over his armor, with a thin plate of extra material providing even more padding between danger and flesh. Over that a cloth mesh had been rigged, designed for a wide array of pouches and clips to strap right on. He had enough ammunition to take down a small army on his own, now, along with an array of grenades on his belt that had replaced medicine and survival tools.

    He wondered at the meaning that might be hidden behind replacing tools of life with devices of death.

    Before he could strap the vest on, though, Malia appeared and hugged him. He put his arms back around her, squeezing her as tightly as he could. Things weren't perfect between them, the idyllic days they had shared before that fight in the woods long gone, but they had been better. Stronger, even, in his opinion. When she broke away he kept his hands on her shoulders, squeezing tight. "I'll be back before you know it," he said softly. "And if I DO get in trouble--well, good. I'll be glad to know you're not in it with me. More focused and able to handle it. I'll come back to you no matter what happens, Malia." He held her face and kissed her, full and soft and warm on the lips. With that he took the vest and his rifle and turned to the door, stepping halfway out before he looked back at her. "I love you. Be safe." And then he was gone.
     
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    Malia returned his kiss in full, her hands curling into his hair as he held her close. She savored the taste of his lips, memorizing the way he smelt, the way he spoke, before he broke away and walked off. She offered him a small smile, bracing the wall. “I love you, too. Be careful, don’t do anything stupid.” And with that, she watched the love of her life walk out the doors, and towards the danger that had crippled her not a month ago. She sighed, rubbing a hand down her face before walking out as well, down towards the giant doors where he would be leaving from. She just wanted to watch him go.

    She saw the squads he had lined up as she leaned against the wall, before the giant doors opened, and Carson slipped out along with the runners. She bit her lip, ignoring whoever told her he would come home safe, and turned to walk to the training room. She needed to work off her anxiety, and that’s what she did.

    By the time the next morning came, she was dressed quickly and out of bed, walking down towards the mess hall where the remainder of their group was eating. She sat down next to the other Striders, crossing her arms. “Any word of Carson and them? How far did they make it last night?” She was worried, she wouldn’t deny that. The Vanguard weren’t to be messed with, that was for sure. Of course, no one knew for sure. They would check in within the next few days at minimum, she was just anxious to know if they were okay. If Carson was okay.

    Night fell, and just as Malia was about to begin packing up for the night, she heard the doors to Central crack and shudder, before pulling themselves open. Malia exchanges glances with Sunny who was standing near her, before breaking off in a sprint. Her boots hit hard against the concrete and, just as they arrived at the large metal doors, Luke came stumbling in. He took a couple of steps toward Malia before nearly tipping over, but the runner caught him before he did. He wasn’t bleeding, it didn’t look like. He may have just been exhausted. She held him up, her eyes full of concern. “Luke, what’s wrong? Where’s Carson and the others?”

    The Runner caught his breath before standing up a bit straighter, looking directly into Malia’s eyes. He shook his head, casting his blue eyes back to the ground. “The Vanguard caught up with us, it...it’s a blood bath. We were able to hold them off but...”

    “But what?” Malia prompted him, her anxiety spiking.

    “But...they got Carson. He’s not dead, we don’t think, but they took him, Malia.”

    Malia widened her eyes, taking a step away. Luke was saying something to both her and Sunny, but she didn’t register it. Instead. She snagged her gear that was laying against the wall, strapping it in. There was no way in hell that she was staying here while he was there. Her heart pounded in her chest, her blood rushing in her ears. She pushed passed Luke, punching the code to open the doors. They grumbled before slowly opening. As they did, she looked to see Sunny at her side, but she wouldn’t protest. She was going to save Carson, whether she did it alone or not. Together, the women stepped into the night air, before breaking into a sprint down the path. She felt nothing, only determination.
     
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    The day before...

    The line held.

    It surprised Carson at first, when they had dug in deep and met the first charge with gunfire and steel. Then the second and the third. The entire day had gone extremely well, for what it was. Of the twenty-four he had brought twenty were still on their feet, and the four who weren't had only taken flesh wounds. The line they had made ran along a town wall, one of only two still standing in the first of the settlements they'd gone to. The town itself had been flattened, the buildings torn apart and the citizens slaughtered or scattered. The supplies had been left mostly intact, though, and the walls that still stood were sturdy. The force that had come against them was smaller than he'd anticipated; reports had suggested at least a thousand Vanguard soldiers on the march, but here there were less than a hundred.

    Less than fifty, now that he and his people had shown up.

    Still, they'd fought ceaselessly for hours on end. He could see it in their faces. No amount of training could prepare a person for sustained combat, for the constant spikes of adrenaline followed by a slump in activity, and then another vicious spike of fear and energy and chaos. He had trained them well, but they wouldn't last forever. He walked the line, inspecting weapons and murmuring words of encouragement, until he found Luke, sitting alone at his post, rifle propped against the metal sheeting of the wall. Carson eased down next to him, taking a deep breath. "Looking well rested. Where's Max? I thought he was here with you."

    "He was. Went for ammo during the last push, I think he might be taking a nap. Kid's exhausted, Carson."

    "We all are." Carson sighed again. "We need reinforcements, and we need them quick. Just another couple of squads, fresh bodies, fresh guns. I need you to take the run back to Central. Leave your kit, we can use it elsewhere and you need to haul ass."

    Luke paused, and Carson could tell he was struggling with the impulse to argue. Fortunately enough sense won out, though, and he unclipped his vest and harness, shrugging both off and onto the ground. "Malia's going to want to come."

    "I know she is. Tell her to stay put."

    "To hell with that. I know you're scared, but--"

    From the center of the line a shrill whistle sounded, three short blasts, then a longer pause, then three more blasts. Carson reached for the rifle at his shoulder and checked the ammunition in his clip. "No time to argue, Luke. Go. Haul ass, like I said, bring back enough people to crush what's left of these bastards." Carson turned away before Luke could answer, climbing the small ridge so he could peer over the wall. The forty-odd Vanguard soldiers left had begun to advance, carrying shields made out of chunks of the other walls, each painted with the red crossed swords that the soldiers fancied.

    He had just taken aim when he heard a grunt behind him and turned to see Luke struggling with a figure dressed all in furs, wearing what looked like a deer skull as a helmet. A Huntsman. Carson turned, aimed, fired, and the man dropped in a heap in front of Luke, who looked shocked but unhurt. "GO!" Carson bellowed as another five Huntsmen seemed to leap from the grass around them, though two fell to his rifle before they could get too close. Luke took the chance and darted through them before they could close the gap, feet pounding the grass as he tore away from the front and south, toward Central. The last thing Carson saw before yet another of the skull-wearing madmen rose up behind him was Luke looking over his shoulder. Then something heavy and hard smashed across the back of his head and he dropped, bereft of awareness and sense in one fell swoop.

    ... and now back to the present.

    Carson groaned as consciousness returned, carrying a hefty dose of sharp, throbbing pain along with it. Water splashed over his face and he sputtered, shaking his head by reflex before the sharp twinge and ache made him stop. "Easy, now, Strider. You took a pretty nasty hit. Of course, it was necessary, but you know how these things can be." The voice was unfamiliar. Carson had yet to open his eyes, but when he did he could see the speaker, a slight figure with their back to him. The furs they wore marked them, though. A Huntsman.

    It didn't take long to surmise that he had been tied down, too. Into a chair, specifically, a sturdy wooden one. He seemed to be in a tent of some kind, a flap in the ceiling allowing in enough light to see clearly by. He could see a pair of cots, one of them occupied, and a series of bags and barrels next to one of them. The Huntsman in front of him was standing at a table with all his gear on it; rifle, pistol, knife, armor, everything he'd had on him when he'd been caught. Carson sighed and leaned back in the chair, eyes closed. "So is this the part where you torture me for information?"

    "Nah. We don't need to." The Huntsman glanced back at him, voice husky and soft. The one eye he could see was green, a color that was both strangely similar but alien to him. He realized all at once that the Huntsman before him wasn't a man at all, but a woman, the shape of her face too slender and soft-looking. Her voice matched, too, however softly she spoke. He tugged at the ropes around his arms, but even if they were loose each arm was tied in three places. There was no way he could break loose.

    Instead he shook his head. "I didn't know your raider clan took women. Most of them are too sexist to admit that a woman can be as powerful as a man."

    "You would know."

    Carson turned his head as a familiar voice entered the tent. Max stepped wide around him to stand next to the Hunts... woman? His eyes were cold as he folded his arms, wearing his stolen Strider outfit once more. "Max? Did they...?"

    "Capture him? No. No, we didn't have to. See, Max understands what we're trying to do. Or at least, he understands that your way of doing things is archaic, at best." The woman turned to brush her hand across Max's jaw, then kissed his cheek and brushed past him. "The last time we met I was surprised, Cars. I knew we'd have to clash eventually, it was just... just a matter of time, really. Ideologically opposed siblings always seem to butt heads at some point."

    He scowled. "Siblings?" he echoed as she paced around behind him. "I don't have any siblings. And as far as I know I've never met a female Huntsman."

    "We prefer Hunters, actually, nice and gender-neutral. It was Gregoir's stupid idea to have us go by Huntsmen." He heard something scrape as she lifted it. "As for when we met, well... I guess it's not shocking you didn't take me for a woman. It was dark, I was wearing extra padding, and my helmet covered most of my face." She stepped around in front of him, settling a wolfshead skull over her head. His eyes widened as she slipped into a ready pose, drawing the short sword at her hip. "Remember now, big brother?"

    As if he could forget. His first failure for Malia had never faded. He had burnt the memory of the Huntsman--Hunter, now--into his head, the shape of the helmet and the design of the weapon that had taken Oliver's life. "You... killed Oliver?" he asked, hands clenched tight. "Why?"

    "Again, you can thank the late great Greggy for that." She took the helmet off and set it on the table next to his things, then leaned back against it. "He told Oliver about us. About the Vanguard, about our philosophy, about what we wanted. And the kid said no! He was going to get the whole region mobilized against us, he had to go." She smirked. "Of course, I didn't really anticipate another Strider would come along so quickly. Really when you get down to it killing Oliver didn't matter at all, not when you went out of your way to find the Runner hideout and formed this precious little alliance of yours.

    "Which, fuck, Cars. I'm impressed, I really am. After how hard we worked to put a wedge between the Runners and the Striders you went ahead and convinced them to work together anyway. Dad was right about you. You really are an overzealous kind of asshole." She grinned and glanced at Max. "You got him, right?"

    "Yeah. He said he'd be here soon."

    "Good boy." The Hunter kissed his cheek again, then his lips, grinning crookedly against his mouth. She broke after a moment to look over at Carson, Max's mouth shifting to her neck instead. "By the way, big brother, you can call me Sarah. Sarah Stark." With a laugh she took Max's hand and yanked him out of the tent, leaving Carson to sit seething and confused.
     
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    Malia pushed through the tall grass with Sunny on her heels, her mind set on nothing more than finding Carson. She had to, she was nothing without him. Luke told Malia that he had been taken by a Huntsmen, and that the war with the Vanguard was raging when he had left. They were will a one day walk from where Carson had stationed, but she knew they had to first find the Huntsmen’s camp. He would be there.

    Malia and Sunny walked through the night, ignoring the howling of the wolves, or the pounding of the feet of a mutant. She wasn’t tired, she didn’t need to stop, and she didn’t. Not until morning, the sun rising over the hills. Even then, the pair only stopped for maybe ten minutes to eat and drink, to gain the energy they would need for the fight they were soon to encounter. They moved on, then, taking the same path Carson had undoubtably taken his squads on.

    Malia and Sunny walked for hours before they stumbled across the forgotten mess of what was once the battlefield. Vanguard bodies lay around, as well as a couple Runners. “Jesus..”
    Malia exchanges glades with Sunny, who had her eyebrows furrowed, her posture stiff. It seemed that more Vanguard than Runners had been slain, and Malia had high hopes that they had made it out. That, and the fact that there were dozens of sets of footprints leading away from the site. “Look, I think they made it out.”

    Sunny hummed in agreement, scouring the area, before she stumbled on a couple prints that lead in the opposite direction. “Malia.” She called over the Runner, pointing to the prints. She crouched, examining them as she looked in the direction the headed. “This has to be them, let’s go.”

    They started in the direction of the prints, Malia remaining in high alert as Sunny directed them through the fields and the trees. She trusted Sunny—the woman knew what she was doing, there was no one better the have with her at this moment. Eventually, after hours and hours of walking, tracking, and hiding, they saw the Huntsmen camp from a distance. Malia and Sunny crouched behind a rock, watching the activity. “There are three outside guards.” Malia pointed, gesturing to them by the gate. “I’d bet there are no more than 30. But we’ve got to get in, get Carson, and get out. I think I’ve got an idea.”

    Malia strode up to the first guard, wrapping her arm around his neck from behind as she dragged him a few steps away. She compressed his airway as he kicked and clawed at her arm, but the way she had him positioned made his defenses helpless. She looked up, seeing Sunny had done the same with the other two. The pair dragged the bodies into the woods before the stripped, switching their gear for what the Huntsmen wore, skull helmet and all. After they had gotten themselves settled, the walked up to the gates, before being promptly let inside by the gate guarded. They paid them no minds, simply nodding before going back to his post. Malia nodded to Sunny. Sun t walked behind the man before taking out her knife, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. As he fell to the floor, she rolled the body away before returning to Malia.

    Malia looked around, unsure of where to go next. There were maybe twenty left that she could see, and they all seemed to be minding their own business. Malia didn’t want to pick a large fight with twenty Huntsmen, that may be stuicide for all she knew. She navigated through the camp, peeking inside the different tents without seeming too suspicious. However, Sunny had different plans.

    “Malia, let’s just end this, let’s take them out, we’ve got this.” Before Malia could protest, Sunny was walking up to the nearest Huntsmen, dragging her dagger across their throat, before they fell in a heap. Malia cursed under her breath before running to join Sunny, other Huntsmen beginning to take notice.

    Malia pulled her longblade from her waist and began to cut down their enemies the best she could. She grunted as one hit her in the side with something resembling a bat, though she grabbed their collar and pulled them into her blade.

    “Malia!” Sunny snapped to her, gaining her attention. “Find Carson!” She then turned in time to catch a Huntsmen’s stick, sending her boot into his chest.

    Malia knew better than to argue as she took off in a sprint. She feverishly checked each tent, feeling disheartened when she couldn’t find him, before she came to the very last one. It was guarded. Bingo. They had been alerted of the quarrel, and were about to intervene before Malia came up behind them, slicing her blade across the throat of one before turning to the other. He has his blade posed, and just as he brought his down, she blocked it with her own. They continued to block the blade of the other, before Malia rolled to the side and swung low, swiping across his knees. He cried out and fell the the ground, before Malia stood and put her blade through his chest. She put her foot in his torso to pull the blade out, before she pushed the tent open.

    Her identity was still obscured by the mask, and she immediately recognized the man tied to the wooden chair. She also recognized how he was guarded by yet another Huntsmen. They immediately seized their weapon, making a move for Malia, though she easily dodged. She kicked the man away with her boot to his chest, sending him off balance. Then, she kicked him to the floor, holding up her blade to swing, but he swiped her feet from under her. She fell to the ground with a grunt, and the Huntsmen was then on top of her, ready to pushed his blade into her chest. However, she caught it with her hands. Unfortunately, she caught the blade. Malia cried out as she held the blade right with her bare hands, the blood running down her wrists. But, she was able to bring a knee between his legs, sending him to the ground before she lost her grip. She then pinned him and took her blade, sinking it into his chest.

    Her chest heaved as she panted, crawling off of the body. She then stood and walked over to where Carson sat, bending down so she was eye level with him. Ignoring the blood on her hands, she carefully pulled the helmet from her head, her raven hair falling in waves over her shoulder. She smiled, wiping the blood from her hands before she curled his cheek, even though her still-bleeding hand smeared some blood across his skin. “Hey, baby. We’ve got a lot to talk about.” Her tone was light and teasing, and she pressed a full kiss to his lips as she cut away the ropes from him.

    She went to open her mouth again when the tent flap opened. She turned her head, but her eyes widened as a familiar face walked in. Max. His eyes widened, and they stared at one another. “...Max?”

    Max glanced around, his breathing beginning to grow rapid. “No, no you need to go, Malia. Are you out of your mind? Go!”

    Malia glanced to Carson, her eyebrows furrowed. Though, when Carson explained to her what he had done with venom in his voice, Malia looked to Max in disbelief. She stood, pulling her gun from her belt, and aiming it at Max. “Why.” Max didn’t say anything, he simply glanced down, shaking his head. “I trusted you, I vouched for you, protected you. And...” She adjusted her grip on her gun, her finger over the trigger. She was hurt, hurt that he’d betray her. She just wanted to know why. She ignored Carson’s encouragement, ignoring the tears in her eyes, before she pulled the trigger.

    The bullet hit the wall just above Max’s left shoulder, before she lowered her gun. “Guess I missed.” She watched as Max released a breath in relief, before turning to Carson. “Come on, we’ve gotta get Sunny and get out of here.” She put her hands on either side of his neck. “Are you alright?”
     
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    Carson's head was spinning as he sat alone in the tent. Another Hunter slipped inside to make sure he didn't try anything, but they may as well not have bothered. He couldn't move, and wasn't in the right state to come up with a plan anyway. Sarah Stark. His sister, apparently. It didn't make any sense, but he could see the resemblance. She had the same green eyes, the same curly brown hair, the same chin. The problem was that she simply couldn't be his sister, not by blood. His parents were both dead, dead and gone... although he had never seen their bodies or confirmed they were truly gone. Believe nothing until you see it. His own credo, but he hadn't followed it. What if...?

    His thoughts were disturbed by distant shouting and the sound of metal on metal, and he twisted his head to try and see the tent flaps. "What the hell?" he muttered. The guard gave him a shove and a warning grunt, but half a heartbeat later the flaps burst open and another Hunter barged inside. He half expected the other to rush out to help, or for some order to be barked out, but instead the two clashed violently together. Their fight knocked the table with his things over, and he swore under his breath as his ammo and weapons scattered across the ground. Before he could do more than that, though, the fight was over, the newcomer killing his guard with a swift kick and a swifter blade. He resisted the urge to spit as they leveled their face with his own, but the moment the helmet came away he was distinctly glad that he hadn't. "Malia...?"

    Carson kissed her back, and as soon as the ropes were gone he stood and held her face in both hands. "Damn it," he whispered, "why did I ever tell you to stay behind?" He kissed her a second time and stepped around her to retrieve his weapons, but froze when Max slipped inside. He felt his gut coil and clench with rage, and when she looked at him he shook his head. "Max led a group of Hunters behind our battle lines, specifically to capture me. For all intents and purposes he's with the Vanguard now, Malia. An enemy, no matter what he did for you."

    He watched the confrontation play out, Malia aiming her gun at Max, and he shook his head slowly. "I know he means something to you. I know he saved you. But he wanted me dead, Lia. He must have come here to make sure I didn't escape." He waited, though, and when she fired and missed--entirely on purpose--he scowled. It vanished as soon as she touched him again, and he put his hands on her waist. Sunny was here, too? That made sense. At least she hadn't come entirely alone. As for her question, he shook his head a little. "I don't know yet. But I'll fill you in later--for now we have to move." He turned away again to pick up his pistol, rifle, and knife. The ammunition and grenades would have to stay. He slung on the vest quickly, though, then seized one of the handheld bombs and yanked the pin. "Move it," he told her, and tossed it down amid the rest of the munitions. If he couldn't bring it back he wouldn't leave it to be used by their enemies.

    The two of them emerged into chaos, Max already long gone. Sunny still fought near the center of the camp, ringed by half a dozen Hunters, all of them carrying blades or clubs. The Strider was smeared with blood, her stolen outfit matted and crimson all across the front. She had discarded her skull helmet and wrested an axe from one of her enemies, both of her weapons stained red all along their edges. As they watched three of her foes rushed her at once, and she moved like a hurricane, sliding between their attacks like the wind itself. Her knife bit into the ribs of one attacker as her axe deflected a blow from the second. She spun and threw the dying man at the third man, leaving the knife buried in the corpse so she could continue her spin and deliver a two-handed blow to the second attacker. The weapon bit through his hand when he tried to catch it, and he screamed before her second cut caught his throat.

    She looked up, chest heaving, and raised her fist in salute to Carson and Malia. "GO!" she roared, and twisted to deflect another attack. A brief flurry of blows later and a third Hunter died, falling across the first she'd slain. The third man that had come at her was still on the ground, and she took a moment to execute him before turning to face the last two. What she didn't see was the way a patch of ground behind her lifted with a life of its own, a shaggy suit of dead grass and dust falling away to expose a Hunter who wore a wolfshead helmet over her grinning head. Her blade flashed, the same blade that had taken Oliver's life catching the sunlight as she darted in behind Sunny.

    Carson couldn't act quickly enough. The instant he'd seen movement he'd reached for his rifle, snatching the weapon to his shoulder and aiming down its length. He lined up the sights with Sarah's helmeted head and pulled the trigger, but the weapon only clicked. He swore and yanked the charging handle, a round sliding into the chamber as he dropped to his knee to steady his aim. "SUNNY!" he screamed, aiming a second time, but it was too late.

    She turned in time for the blade to bite through the bloodsoaked furs and armor beneath, piercing through her stomach and out the other side. Her eyes widened as she looked down at the steel thrust through her gut in utter disbelief, but the scream of pain as the sword came back out was real enough. Carson's bullet reached the scene a heartbeat after, a loud snap ripping the air as it shattered the bony helmet. The Hunter stood, ripping away the destroyed armor, her temple bleeding and a ferocious grin on her face. She held up two fingers to Carson, lifting her bloody sword over her head in triumph as she stepped around behind Sunny. Carson's breath caught in his throat and he struggled to aim again, lining his sights up with Sarah's bloody temple.

    Before he could shoot, though, a battle cry ripped through the twilight air. "WARRIORS! WHAT IS OUR CALLING?"

    "WAR!"

    "WHAT IS OUR PRIZE?"

    "BLOOD!"

    "WHAT IS OUR CURRENCY?"

    "STEEL!"

    "OOH-RAH, OOH-RAH, OOH-RAH!"

    An instant later an explosion ripped through the wall near the knot of Hunters who still stood, sending half of them sprawling to the ground. Carson saw Sarah turn away as a stream of fighters came pouring in, the survivors from his six squads and six more to reinforce them, and he seized the moment. "Come on, Malia!" he cried, lifting and breaking into a sprint. He only stopped to shoot again, putting a round through Sarah's arm as she tried to finish Sunny off, and he saw his sister turn to vanish among the tents and the chaos. He put her from his mind for the time being, focused instead on Sunny as she slumped over onto the ground.

    He slid to a halt next to her, shouldering his rifle to lift his pistol instead. A Hunter stupid enough to charge them lost his head, the heavy 12mm round punching through bone and steel and flesh like it were paper. In seconds the fight had spiraled on past them, and Luke jogged up, dark circles under his eyes but a grin on his face. "You told me to haul ass, right?" he quipped, then he saw Sunny laying bloody and shocked next to the Strider. "Oh, fuck," he breathed, and turned to rush back through the hole in the wall.

    Over the next hour it became clear what all had happened. Luke explained that as soon as Malia and Sunny had taken off he had gone to find Natya, who had rounded up six more squads and set out within a few hours of the two other women. Luckily, Natya had decided to bring along a Growler, one Letto had modified to have a sidecar attached, and as soon as Sunny was bandaged and medicated into unawareness she was carefully put into the sidecar and the two set out back for Central to rush her into TRIM. The forces that had come to fight cleaned up what remained of the Hunters, though maybe four or five had managed to escape into the wilderness. The camp was sacked; tents that could be salvaged were taken down, supplies that could be taken were packed, and the rest was all piled up and burnt.

    It was another couple of hours before they could all finally stop to rest, back at the original defenses Carson had set up. He was pleased to see that the walls that had been taken down were either rebuilt or reinforced in some other way, and the ones that still stood were even more heavily patrolled now. Carson found himself and Malia in one of the captured tents, and before any rest could happen he got to work binding her hands up. "I'm not very good at hand injuries," he murmured, "but I think you got lucky, here. Managed to avoid any serious damage and just sliced the meat." He finished wrapping and moved to put his hands on her hips, pressing his forehead against hers as he held her.

    "Thank you," he whispered. "I have... a lot to tell you. But I can promise you one thing." He looked her in the eye, his voice soft and solemn. "I'm not going to make you stay behind ever again."
     
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    Malia had rushed out of the tent with Carson, eager to find, and help, Sunny. She knew the Strider was very capable, but she just wasn’t willing to chance it. There were still many Huntsmen alive, as far as she was concerned. Hunters, apparently, but she didn’t know that. She didn’t know anything, her only focus was getting Carson and Sunny out of here. They had to go home. When they found Sunny, seeing the triumphant grin on her face, Malia couldn’t help but return that smile, though the smile quickly fell.

    She watched as Carson warned Sunny, and she drew her blade before making a move to intervene, but she couldn’t get there fast enough. She watched in horror as Sunny slumped to the ground, she couldn’t produce the words to protest. But, soon, she didn’t have to. She gasped and turned as the cry erupted, but when the members of their own squads came barreling through, she smiled. Both her and Carson took this as a moment to run to Sunny, and Malia held her hand over Sunny’s wound, before turning and digging some bandage from her belt. “If you think you can die, you’re insane.” Malia then got to work bandaging her up enough for the ride back to Central before Carson gave her a pill.

    After the Hunters were driven out, the area was actually quite peaceful. Malia was exhausted, and achy, but they still had quite a walk before they reached their own campsite. She stayed next to Carson the entire time, her hand entertained in his when they weren’t holding their weapons. They had won, both against the Vanguard and against the Hunters, Malia felt unbreakable. As if nothing could touch her. She wasn’t sure whether this feeling was welcomed or despised.

    Once they had made it back, setting up the taken tents and making sure everyone was settled and attended to, no one walking around with serious injuries, Malia joined Carson in a tent of their own. Her hands had stopped bleeding, they did sting, however. She sat down after discarding her Hunter attire and her gear, holding her hands out to Carson as he began to clean them up. She hissed as he wiped the blood away, but made no move to pull them away or protest. Her eyes remained on him as he wrapped them up, noting how down he appeared to be in the moment. She had no idea what has happened after he was captured.

    As he held her hips, his forehead against hers, she closed her eyes and smiled. She’d only been away from him for a few days, but it had felt like a lifetime. Though, at his promise to never leave her behind again, she chuckled softly, her hands rubbing his shoulders. “Good, because I’d come either way.” With a soft kiss to his lips, she disengaged, crawling over to the makeshift cot they had created. It was getting dark, and she knew he was tired as well. She beckoned him over, holding her arms out for him to slide into. He always held her as she fitfully settled for sleep. Now, it was his turn.

    Once he slid into bed with her, she wrapped her arms around his body, her nose pressed into his hair on the top of his head. Her fingers trailed up and down his arm, the other along his back as she lay there with him, her Carson. “What happened while you were there? You seemed kind of shook up, Cars.” She kissed the top of his head , her legs tangling with his. She just wanted to be in his comfort, to be there for him, and she was.

    After they spoke, the pair settled in their bed, Malia contently tangled up with Carson. The world simply felt right, whole, when she was with him. She cuddled close, before drifting off into a deep sleep. No nightmares, no dreams, just the smell of Carson and his warmth filling her mind.

    Over the next few days, Carson and Malia decided they should head back to Central, and so they led the squad backs they arrived just before nightfall, and the Runners retreated to their dorms to clean up and get some rest. Malia and Carson stopped by to see Sunny, making sure she was okay and filling her in before they retreated back to the CIC themselves. She began to strip down from her gear, changing into some shorts and one of Carson’s shirts. She sat down on the bed, hunched over, rubbing her eyes fitfully. She looked up to Carson, then, her eyes clearly giving away just how exhausted she was. “What now? This war isn’t over, not yet.” Her hands were healed up nicely, she had stuck them in that TRIM machine when they arrived home. Now they were only scars.
     
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    He was happy to be with her again, and after what he'd learned he needed her comfort. He didn't tell her what he'd learned, but promised to discuss it as soon as he could even wrap his head around the concept. It wasn't easy to assimilate all at once; a sister. One he hadn't known about, one that meant his entire world up to that point had been some kind of half truth. Because if Sarah was his sister--and his gut told him she was, all madness aside--then it meant one of his parents were alive. Or both. And that whoever it was, they were in the Vanguard.

    Carson couldn't rest easy until they made it back to Central. He had been tense before whenever he left, but now with an actual war on and variables he could not imagine at work he found it impossible to truly relax more than enough required to sleep. Sunny, as it turned out, was resting. According to Natya the blade had been coated in some kind of toxin, and the TRIM system had barely been able to save her from the physical damage before the poison had really set in. Nat had given her an antidote, and promised to stay by her side until the symptoms cleared. Once they retired to the CIC he stripped, washed, and lay down, only opening his eyes when she spoke.

    "Now? Now we rest, and we look for their next move." He tugged her down to lay with him, curling her in close against his side as he rested his head on his other arm. His arm stroked her shoulders as he looked up at the ceiling, thinking slowly through the events of the last few days. "That Hunter who stabbed Sunny... the woman. She's the same one who killed your brother." He paused and his hand stilled on her arm. "She claims to be my sister. Her name is Sarah. And... I'm inclined to believe her. She's mad, but there was truth in her eyes when she told me. And if she is being honest, then... it means one of my parents is still alive. And that they're in the Vanguard."
     
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    Malia gladly curled up next to Carson, her body tucking against his larger frame, her hand gently tracing his chest. She smiled slightly as his hands trailed her shoulders, the sensation sending tingles up her spinr. The two of them had hit some rough patches, they weren’t perfect, but moments like these are what she cherished. Just her, him, together. However, her smile faded as he began to speak of that woman, the one who had harmed their friend. When he told her that she was the one who had killed Oliver, she sat up a little, her eyebrows furrowed. She felt a rush of anger through her, not at Carson of course, but at the Hunter. She had thought over and over about how she would find her brother’s killer, and she was there the entire time? She needed to kill her.

    However, that thought was quickly ripped from her as he continued, her expression softening. Carson...had a sister? Shit, she didn’t not expect that. She could plainly see how upset he was, more so at the thought of one or both of his parents being alive, and in the Vanguard. Her hand came up to his cheek, her thumb running under his eye. She wasn’t even sure what to say, she had no idea how to react. “Wow...” she glanced up to him, tracing his cheek. “That’s...holy shit. I...” she rested her forehead against his, taking a quiet breath. “I want to say I’m sorry, but I don’t know that it fits. I’m just...are you alright?” She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead gently. She didn’t know much, but she knew he needed comfort.

    She wrapped her arms back around him, holding him close to her body as her hands ran across his back. “That’s insane. Let’s try not to stress tonight, though, okay? Let’s rest, and tomorrow, we can figure all this out.” She gave him a gentle kiss, closing her eyes before resting her chin atop his head. She couldn’t shake the anger in her veins, not completely. That woman killed her brother, and she was going to get her revenge. But for now, having Carson back in her arms was good enough, it was perfect enough. She fell asleep with him, his warmth and presence surrounding her entire being. She couldn’t be more comfortable than she was at this moment, and she slept just as peacefully.

    When she woke In the morning, she turned to see Carson still asleep. She didn’t want to wake him, he just seemed so...peaceful. But, she knew that they had already slept late, and even if they spent the day in bed together, she decided to wake him up. Though, she wanted him to enjoy it. She carefully moved on top of him, not bearing any of her weight on the man. She pressed her lips to his neck, trailing kisses all down his chest, down his torso, and planted a few on his hips. She lay between his legs, under the sheets. Her hands running on top of his thighs. When he opened his eyes, however, she smiled to him, pressing another kiss to just below his belly button. “Good morning, love.” Her voice was soft and silky. He had a difficult past few days, she wanted to give him some delight.
     
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    The truth was that he was not okay. Carson was far from okay. He was at war, his friends and new family in danger by a force of unknown size with extremely hostile intent, a hostile force that included his own flesh and blood. A person, or people, that he or his loved ones would be forced to either kill or imprison. People that Carson himself may be forced to confront before long. When she pressed in again he held her tight, taking comfort in her softness even as he lay silent next to her. There were no words for how he felt, for the chaos that had been dropped on his lap. "If nothing else," he murmured, "at least now I know better than to try and assume you aren't capable. You saved me out there. I won't forget it."

    When she rested her head on his he turned his nose into her neck and collar, squeezing her gently but tightly to his side. Sleep came swiftly, and for the first time in many weeks he was too tired to have nightmares of any kind. He slept deeply and soundly, and may have continued well into the day if not for the stirring of a soft body against his own, the feel of warm soft lips playing along his torso. He felt himself stir, his length waking up slightly ahead of the rest of him, and he opened his eyes to see Malia down near his waist. "Oh," he said softly, lifting one hand to comb through her dark hair. "Very good morning, it looks like, unless you just woke up there." He felt himself stirring further, and his legs spread a little wider as his cock pushed against his sweatpants.
     
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    Malia laughed doftly as he woke, leaning into his touch as his fingers ran through her hair. She gave him a knowing smile as he shifted, her hands gently squeezing his legs as she adjusted to better fit between his legs. She was laying in her stomach, she had to say it was quite comfortable. “You’ve had a long week, I figured you may want to have a nice, relaxing morning.” With those words, she gently hooked her fingers under the band of his sweatpants to, tugging them down just enough to free his hardening length. She took him in her hand, gently stroking him, taking note of what he seemed to like and what he didn’t. She pushed her hair back to keep it from getting in her eyes, glancing up to him, her green eyes piercing his.

    She then pressed her lips against his shaft, trailing kisses up the entirety of his length, before she ended with a kiss to his sensitive tip. As a bead of precum pushed from his tip, she dragged her tongue across the skin, ridding it. After stroking him for a moment further, she replaced her hand with the warmth of her mouth, taking him in as far as she could bear. She pushed herself, breathing out her nose slowly as she felt his tip hit the back of her throat, her nose practically buried in his crotch. She then pulled off, her tongue pressed flat against his member as she pulled off him with a subtle pop. She licked her lips before going back down, taking him shallower this time, her hand wrapping around the bottom as she bobbed her head. He was slick, and her tongue glided over him as she held his length to the roof of her mouth, between her tongue. Her eyes remained on his, and she swallowed to allow her throat muscles to massage him. She continued like this, her tongue teasing the nerves along his length.

    She just wanted to make him relax, to make him feel good. She didn’t need anything in return, she just wanted to start his day out with a bang.
     
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    "Lover, this goes a few stages beyond just relaxing. Not to split hairs or complain, but this is downright generous." He helped shimmy out of his pants, and at the touch of her hand he positively melted into the mattress. His breathing grew deep and steady, and he smoothed her hair back himself, gathering it and holding it loosely behind her head. He did his best to hold it there, hand clenching and body shivering as she replaced her hand with her mouth.

    "Oh, fuck," he gasped, his head tipped back as she worked her lips and tongue and throat. He moaned, low and urgent, then again and again, his breathing slow and languid. It quickened as she began to bob more rapidly, and he opened his eyes to look down at her, his hand releasing her hair to slide down onto her scalp. "Lia," he moaned, his eyes closing again. His voice rose, a cadence of blissful moans and gasps as she worked. It didn't take long for the pleasure to get to him, though, his manhood throbbing on her tongue as she sucked and bobbed and stroked, and he let go of her hair to pant and gasp more heavily. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck, Malia, M-malia, Malia...!" He bit his lip and grabbed the sheet tight, his knees drawing up as his length burst inside her mouth. "NH! Oh, f-ffffuck...!" he groaned, shivering and bucking where he lay.
     
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    His moans were encouraging, and she continued at her pace as he moaned her name aloud. When he spilt his hot, sticky warmth onto her tongue, his body shaking and writhing beneath her, she eagerly swallowed him down. His seed slipped down her throat, and she sat up once she finished, wiping her mouth. She licked her lips, bending down and cleaning up what had dribbled onto his skin, before she pushed herself up to his level. She kissed his chest, before gently sucking a spot on his neck, leaving a small red mark. “Have I ever told you that you taste amazing?” With a kiss to his ear, she flopped down onto her side next to him, her hand running across his torso, every now and then over his softened length.

    She chuckled softly as he caught his breath, rubbing his chest. “I hope that helped to start off your morning with a positive note.” She pressed a lingering kiss to his jaw, running her fingers through her tangled hair. “I really enjoy the sounds you make, you know.” After giving him another smile, she readjusted on their bed, laying with her head against his chest. “What’s the plan for today? Are we actually doing things or could we just lay in bed?” Her finger traced under his patched eye, barely grazing the fabric. “We need to make you a cool one of these, maybe out of black leather or something. You look super badass.”
     
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    Another low moan rolled up out of his chest as she sucked at his neck, and he shivered as she ran her hand up and down his body. He ran his hand up into her hair as she lay on his chest, his eyes closing. "I think just laying here is fine for now. Everyone needs to recover, and I told Letto to send out a patrol today. Stealth patrols, find and track the Vanguard. The combatants can rest easy for now. Including us." His hand slid down her back to her bottom, gently squeezing and kneading it as he lifted her up further to steal a warm kiss.

    "I was going to get a metal one going. Attach it with magnets or something. No strap at all, y'know, so I can just wear it and clean my hair." He pulled her more on top of himself, rubbing her sides and back, his hands sliding up under the shirt she wore to trail along her spine and her scar. "I just want to spend today with you, though. Just you and me in bed together. The occasional meal. A break from it all would be nice."
     
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    When he pulled her on top of him, she rested across his body, her head tucked in the crook of his neck, her chest to his. Her arms pooped gently over his shoulders, and she shivered as he ran his fingers up and down her scar. It never bothered her, it just felt strange. But, he was gentle, and she kinda liked it. Her legs tangled with his as they lay there, and to make it easier on him? She sat up and pulled her shirt from her body. She wasn’t being lustful or seductive, she was simply laying with him, enjoying the loving intimacy of their embrace. “Yeah, me too. Let’s just lay here for the day.” She pressed a kiss to his neck before settling her head back down once again.

    Her fingers traced his collar bone as they lay there together, everything but him leaving her mind. She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, her raven hair across her back. “I love you.” With a soft smile, she closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. “And I’ll never stop loving you.” She gently moved from his chest, gently nudging his hip to get him to roll over. Once he had, she began to work her fingers into his muscles. She started at his shoulders, being sure not to hurt him as she did. She could feel the tension, and she gently worked out the kinks in his stiff muscles. “I could try and make the patch for you, I’m kinda good with that stuff, did it a bunch back at Little Lake.” She smiled softly and kissed his skin, being here with him was the biggest gift she could ask for.
     
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    He ran his hands up her body when she slid the shirt off, cupping and squeezing over her breasts before she flattened back down against him. It wasn't a lewd gesture, exactly, more of an honest appreciation for her shape and form. He kissed into her hair as she settled on top of him, stroking out her hair and rubbing her whole back up and down. He kissed back when she kissed him, smiling as it broke. "I love you too. You're my woman, now and always."

    At her urging he rolled, pausing only to tug his pants back up before he settled on his stomach. Her work got a low groan out of him, and he melted down against the mattress as her hands kneaded at his stiff body. "Yeah? I remember you saying that before, actually, that you could do some technical things... I think I might have glazed over it. Which is--mmh, oh, that spot needs some love, just so--which is... foolish of me, to say the least. I think you should do it. Metal, fabric, leather, I don't care. If you make it for me I'll wear it with pride." He took a deep breath and pillowed his head on his folded arms, grunting deeply as she worked out another tight spot. "Oh, god, darling, that's amazing..."
     
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