i'm here for the giant robots

[shipsinker]

[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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[leastauspicious]

[If she thinks a kiss is going to stop him from being a complete goddamn tease until he forces her to come up for air, then she doesn't know him well enough. It also probably should have occurred to her that he has two hands, and he can totally grope one of her breasts with the free one.]

[shipsinker]

[This was a slight miscalculation on her part, yes. By which we mean, she's pretty quickly forced to come up with a harsh groan and an equally hard shudder.]

[leastauspicious]

[Apparently satisfied with this turn of events, he'll stop groping her long enough to peel those pants off the rest of the way, kissing down her chest as he tries to move into position over her.]

[shipsinker]

X-xantii....

[Given how flushed she is, and how she basically moaned his name, she's definitely more than a little eager for this one. And might kill him if he elects now to get vengeance for her earlier teasing.]

[leastauspicious]

Been looking forward to this, then?

[Right then. Straight to it. I hope she wasn't expecting anything more than him just being a completely evil, making a merciless pace and then throwing it off with a rolling crack of his hips every so often. He's also going back to kissing and groping those breasts.]

[shipsinker]

A-ah! [And if he wasn't expecting her to respond to his pace with some incredibly sharp bucking and, when he starts being even more evil, some truly unfair roll-and-snap back on her end, we're gonna be worried about amnesia, seriously.

That kiss means she can't respond more than initial yelp, but it does mean she kisses back pretty incredibly roughly and deeply, tangling one hand in his hair and dragging the nails of her other hand down his spine.]

[leastauspicious]

[he shudders at the raking down his spine, which only serves to make his thrusts longer and more erratic for the moment, and then responds by pinching her nipples in retaliation. It seems nothing is going to slow his thrusts or keep him from just going as hard as he can.]

[shipsinker]

[If that loud, harsh cry she just gave when she had to come up for air is any indication, it's definitely getting to her, but she's not about to let him win, and she's drawing on every ounce of some rather impressive flexibility to do it. Given she's not really a dancer in more than a sense that she does so sometimes at parties, unlike some other people we could name, that flexibility speaks to the kind of combat training they...don't normally give pilots.

She's also dragging her nails further down, to the small of his back, and leaning up to bite and then suck at his neck to leave what is likely to be a truly impressive hickey. Sure, she's well on her way to be a shuddering wreck, and she couldn't hide that hard stutter in her hips when he pinches her nipples, but goddamn if she isn't going to win this somehow.]