shipsinker | i'm here for the giant robots

i'm here for the giant robots

[So. In a world perhaps more similar to one where certain dumbass college students stole a top-of-the-line ship, there are giant robots because of course there are. Sure, there hasn't been a major war in years, just skirmishes carefully denied by all governments, but those giant robots are far more versatile than a giant warhead of a battleship.

The political and tactical details of the world at large are currently being lost on one redhaired pilot, because she's more interested in doing routine maintenance and eating her sandwich.

In her defense, it's a fucking delicious sandwich. But be that as it may, she's about to go on leave, so if anyone wanted to bother her before she finished work on the giant murderbot and gets the hell off base, now would be the time.]

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[She's quiet for a while, chewing on a loose strand of hair because she's clearly not entirely sure how she feels about this outcome, before she speaks.]

Tell me, why is it I have to provoke you on-base to get you here anymore? I didn't care about the promotion, never have cared much about rank, and you've always been an arrogant son of a bitch, but ever since then...

...You make it hard not to wonder if you don't really think I can't keep up anymore, Basajuan.

...how long has it been since we've been here?

[It's a rhetorical question, by the tone.]

We both swore back then that we'd make it into the best squadron that we could, if we got through training. But the reality is, pilots like us aren't considered the heroes they used to be. As a tactical officer I spend most of my time arguing over budget cuts and personnel reassignments instead. It's disheartening...

[He sighs.]

But that doesn't answer your question. No. I meant it when I said I thought you were the best pilot we have, myself included.

[She isn't feeling enough of a smartass to answer him anyway, and she just...exhales, before untying her hair.]

That wasn't...quite what I meant, but thank you.

[She rubs a little over where his palm strike got her.]

...I've been offered diplomatic work, y'know. They finally found my transcripts and aptitude scores, seems like, and suddenly it's all sweet-talk, all the time. You'd think they'd be better at not being obvious about it.

[Actually honey, given the way you read people, it's probably only that blatant to you. Also, nice subject change, there.]

Are you going to take them up on it? There's not much room for ace pilots anymore, it seems.

[He watches her, passively.]

Or is the better question, why are you so afraid I'd abandon you, that you would consider another line of work?

It...wasn't that. You should know, better than anyone else, why I can't stand being alone...why when this place gets silent again I start feeling like I need to break something or start running.

[No wars in years, perhaps, but accidents happen. And when the one kid who got sent to boarding school is now the sole survivor of her family, that shit fucks a girl up.]

I was just wondering, if I made a mistake, telling them no. It's not the first time I refused a promotion, but...it got me thinking.

[He sighs and walks over to her, pushing the staff out of her hand and pulling her into a hug.]

You know that I'm never going to abandon you. You just need to tell me when you need me.

[Yaaaaay hugs. She likes hugs! She'll hug back, in face, hiding her face in his neck.]

...Is it too obvious to say now's one of those times?

I was getting the impression, yeah.

[Which explains why he is so completely content to just hold her close against him, maybe leaning his head down some near her.]

I lied, you know. I didn't invite you here for the sparring at all.

[It looks like her response to that is to...brush her lips along his ear. ]

I'm starting to wonder why, then?

[Just gonna shudder at her doing that, then, and continue to hold her.]

You can't guess? I thought you were supposed to be good at predicting people.

[That is an interesting reaction. What happens when she sticks her tongue in his ear.

For science.]

Maybe I want it spelled out, this time?

[That gets a bit of a gasp... and one of his arms around her sliding down her back to see exactly how much of that is the yoga pants versus natural talent.]

Is that so? [She is very talented, it turns out, and squirming a little bit at the hand on her ass. Also, licking along his neck, before purring right into his ear.]

Then, I invited you here because I've missed you and I'd like to demonstrate such by fucking you until you can't move anymore.

[Oh, it's not just staying still, either. Hope she was down for getting her ass groped. While they continue this and he murmurs back.]

See, why couldn't you have just started with that?

Because I'm not giving the squad the satisfaction of settling their betting pool on us?

[He gropes her as, she slides her hands down to his hips to pull his to hers and grind.]

We gonna do this here, or would you rather somewhere a touch more comfortable?

[He has no qualms grinding back through their clothes if she's going to tease like that, using his hand on her ass for leverage.]

Here, your bedroom, anywhere... Though you keep that up it's going to be here.

Mn...[Well, if he's going to be like that, she's going to steal a fast, incredibly rough and deep kiss, before pulling herself away.]

I don't think the floor's really terrible appropriate to start with, then. C'mon.

Lead the way, then.

[Because seriously, after that it's taking a lot of willpower for him not to just slam her against a wall.]

[Probably doesn't help she reaches around to honk his ass on the way out, does it?

Either way, she's heading back up out of the basement and to her room, which is rather elegantly decorated and also has a ridiculously sturdy bed, which is the important part.

She's also somehow managed to lose her shirt on the way there.]

Shall we get this party started?

I think you already did.

[Right, then, he's just going to pull her close and lean down to kiss along those breasts, since she got rid of her top already.]

[She is very okay with this turn of events, given that husky little chuckle he got out of her. And, you know, her hand right the back of his pants.]

Y-you're still wearing a bit much, aren't you?

[Too busy to respond immediately with anything because he's too busy seeing how she responds to him licking across her breasts rather slowly and meticulously; though he winds up sagging a little when she grabs his ass.]

I suppose I am...

[Well, she's groaned and sort of staggered a bit, before dragging him back towards the bed so she can actually, sit down. Mind you, she elects to do this by yanking off his shirt and then promptly exploring down his chest to his stomach with her tongue, because Alazne is apparently all about the sexy vengeance.]

Why don't we fix that.

[He is okay with this sexy revenge, not that he's not above say, reaching down to grope her since she's made it a little tricky to get her pants off while she's doing that and he's kind of a shuddering wreck.]

Mn...[He's getting a definite shiver out of her, but she's stopping right around his hip and grinning up at him.]

Want something, Xanti?

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