Day 2

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The briefing had gone, well about as well as could be expected all things considered. Palmer was clearly competent and knew her job, but she didn't trust D.C>, which was probably for the best. The Counselor had always been very attentive to reports and connections made with others, the whole point of Freelancer was not to be noticed until you were gone. That she'd even stepped out of her bounds to speak with Tom alone had been teetering on breach of orders, but she couldn't have done it any other way. He deserved better than to be lie to, again.

Chyler and Tom had been so young, so full of promise. There had been days when she thought one day they'd have their own command together. Pipe dreams, but she at least had enough heart to dream them back then. Before everything changed, she didn't dream anymore, sometimes she'd remember, but never really dream.

Four or five days was a lot of time to kill and she couldn't just hole up in her room and wait, some of the Freelancers might, others might start fights, one would surely be training the entire time. But she wasn't like them, she sure as hell wasn't like Texas. Out of her armor she could fairly well blend in, something it would be hard for true Spartans to do. She though could fade into the crowd and get lost, listen to conversations and life and remember what she'd had something like that.

She'd decided to walk the ship, get a feel for Tom's Command, and what a ship she was. Huge really, ten times as long as Mother of Invention at least. She'd read over the specs before ever coming on board but still, caustically seeing it was incredible. By the morning of day two she'd walked far enough to find Memorial Park and had been stunned by how lovely and out of place it was. Suddenly a forest inside all that cold metal. She'd have to revisit it later, but something about it reminded her of other places and other times.

Her journey stopped at the mess hall, she followed the line like everyone else with no word or complaint. She could have chosen the officers mess but that seemed like pushing herself in somewhere she might not be wanted. She got her food and most importantly a large cup of coffee, still with cream and sugar. She'd never gotten used to it black and would only drink it that way if no other option was available.

With tray in hand she found an empty table along the side wall and sat, a data pad laid beside her tray and she began to read as she slowly ate cereal.

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Which meant they had, possibly, limited time. It seemed like a waste if even one second of that was spent not being together. She nodded her understanding, she even smiled. "I always knew you'd be a great leader." How can she be mad about that? He was everything she'd seen in him all those years ago.

"For now you're needed here." By her. Chyler slid her hands down to grip the bottom of his shirt and draw it up. She had no intention of losing any moment of their time when they'd already lost so much.

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He smiles and leans in for a peck before pulling back to help her get his shirt off. Once it's dropped he pulls her close for both another kiss and so he slip a hand between them to work on the bottom buttons of her shirt.

While they're on borrowed time, he doesn't want to rush too much. He wants to savor this time with her. Finally being able to be with her.

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Now she knew how Vickers felt when things worked on Tom's schedule, it could be frustrating but in this case in the best possible way.

He pulled her to him and she wound arms around his neck, holding him and returning that kiss. It started slow this time, testing and feeling before even a hint of her tongue swept across his lip. She took her time getting used to him before her lips parted and she opened her kiss to him. The gin was still there, stinging bitterness somehow fitting for how they'd been apart.

She can feel his hand working at her buttons and angles her body to make it easier for him.

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It's so tempting to give in to the urgency the rest of him feels. But they may never have another chance like this and he wants to burn every moment into his memory. The warm softness of her lips, even the gin adding to her taste. Heating up at their new pace.

The unbuttoning stops just shy of her breastbone, in part because he doesn't want to break their kiss and so he can finally touch her. His fingers brush her stomach and the lean muscles he finds there. The hand flattens out and ghosts upward to map out her side and back.

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She was toning it down to meet his pace, the measured steps he'd taken giving her a clue of what he was thinking. She'd gotten too used to grabbing things when she could that she'd forgotten there could be time spent to enjoy them.

His fingertips brush along her belly, missing the scar that had nearly ended her life, but there were others. Many many others in bumps and lines and the tiny craters of bullets. Her body was a map of the last two decades of her life, and it had been a hard road.

She knew his scars, knew what happened everytime he went into cryo, she respected them and hoped he wouldn't fell less of her for hers.

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How could he treat her scars any less reverently than she did his? Each one is a testament to her survival. If anything, they make him appreciate being able to have this time with her even more. And he plans on giving each one the attention they deserve.

He starts to up the heat, threading fingers in her hair and kissing his way to her ear. "Chyler..." he pauses to run his tongue along the outer edge of her ear. "I never had the chance to tell you how beautiful you are."

He suckled and nibbled her earlobe before breathing words between kisses just under her ear. "And. You. Are. So. Beautiful."

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Her skin felt warm with each new touch of his hands. It was so rare to have any sort of touch that wasn't combat, corrective or medical in her life, that this was a shock to her. His gentleness but insistence was welcome in so many ways.

He ran his tongue along her ear and she gasped audibly and gripped his shoulders tight in fear her legs might give out on her. It wasn't just the contact it was the use of her name, his use of her name and what he meant with it. She knew those words from him were the absolute truth as he saw it.

"Tom, I never really.." How can she even admit it to him? "When I said there hasn't been anyone since you, I meant it." She tried to once, but it hadn't worked well, she hadn't been receptive and he hadn't been... Tom. So she wound up finishing him with her hand and they'd never tried again. And he hadn't even remotely affected her in the way that this already had with Tom.

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Tom stops and pulls back just enough to look her in the eyes. His hands move to hold her more comfortably, ready to support her if needed.

"You've never..." He pauses as he takes in the enormity of her admission. It's a surprise to him but there's no judgment. He nods slowly. "Okay."

His own first experience wasn't that much better. That first shore leave, alcohol and a squad mate who had made no secret of finding him attractive. It had been awkward, brief and when the hangover faded... unsatisfying. He doesn't want that for her.

"We can take things one step at a time." He brushes her hair back, testing if she's ready to continue.

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"I tried once," by way of explanation or maybe apology. It had just been awkward and unsatisfying, which perhaps made it all the easier to go without from there forward.

And he was being so sweet, she smiled and half laughed. "I've waited this many years for you Tom, I'm ready." But she knew he would still do everything to make this easy for her, and special. That was too ingrained in who he was to do otherwise.

"Ok, so what's the next step?" Leaving strategy to him since it seemed to be something he excelled at these days.

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"There aren't any specific steps to follow." He can't help but smile. She's always been so focused and goal driven. He always found it a mix of inspiring and endearing and he loves her for it. "Just let me know if there's anything I do that you don't like or want me to do differently."

He doesn't doubt that she would tell him, but he wants her to know that his focus is on her rather than just himself. Given her reaction to his kissing her neck, he's pretty sure he can figure out what feels good. He smiles again and this one is full of desire as he goes to pick up where he left off. That gasp se made and the way she clung to him had been so erotic and he wants more of it.

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"Right, sorry." But his smile took any worry out of her and she relaxed back into the moment. She was grateful for him offering that bit of control to her, even if she wasn't sure how to proceed. Over eager, over anxious, he was definitely better with the pacing than she was.

He stepped back to her again and as soon as he made any more toward her neck she turned to give him access. His lips on her skin were, well she didn't have a word for it, but she'd never felt such a sudden and powerful pull before. She understood biology enough to know that he aroused her, deeply, but it was the reality behind the cold science that had her making soft sounds and pressing her body against his for more of that wanted contact.

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Each of those sounds has him wanting more. He might be setting the pace, but he's following her lead... Letting each gasp and sigh guide his hands and his mouth. His mouth trails back up and along her jaw to repeat its actions on the other side. Pausing to kiss her deeply along the way.

Meanwhile, the hand on her good side trails downward to caress her ass before making it's way back up. His fingers brush the underside of her breast, teasing and testing before he cups her in his hand. Holding her gently before softly brushing his thumb around the perimeter of her nipple and then over the erect nub.

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"Damn!" She husked when he caressed over her nipple, when had she become so sensitive? She's touched herself before and never experienced that level of stimulation. She wanted it. "More, please." Her voice was thin and needy, not something she was used to.

Chyler shifted, rubbing her thighs together out of some instinct that it could help with her building arousal. And she wanted to touch him too, there was so much she wanted, her hands moved over his chest. One slid up behind the back of his head to run nails along his scalp, the other continued down to run an index finger between his pants waist and his abdomen.

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The feel of her touch makes him hum her name against her skin. He's never wanted anyone so badly and he's more than happy to give her everything she wants. Tom gently squeezes that nipple and gives it a small testing roll... seeking the right combination of stimulation.

Meanwhile, his mouth traces lower to her shoulder and collar bone while trying not to limit her ability to touch him in return. He wants her to explore, not just for his benefit but so she can get comfortable with him.

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She had never wanted more so badly in her life, she didn't even know what she wanted but more was definitely it.

"It feels so good." Everything he did, every touch and kiss and brush against her. He had her wet already and he'd barely done anything.

The hand at his waistband slid down beyond it. Between skin and cloth until she could curl her fingers around his cock. That drew a low rumbling groan from her.

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It's been a few years since he'd been touched like this. Not since before he joined Infinity. So when she takes him in her hand like that, he groans against her with a shudder.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he's dimly aware that he should have expected this. But it doesn't stop the way his body reacts.

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"Does that feel good?" Her touch was not soft, she was not very skilled but she knew the basics and stroked him slowly, feeling him react.

With him so close she could whisper, which seemed appropriate for confessions. "After lights out sometimes I would touch myself, thinking of you like this. Wondering you you would feel, or taste. Wondering how it would feel to be with you." Her tone turned husky and needy. "Knowing you were tight there on the other side of the wall, so close but apart from me. It made me cum so hard." Those had been charged nights and she'd never told anyone before. Even telling him now she was trembling at the admission.

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"Yes..." He nods, his hair brushing against her skin. She doesn't need to be skilled, the fact that it's her touching him is what matters to Tom. Her warmth making him stiffen and throb with need. She's not gentle, but she's not too rough either. "...you feel so good."

And her admission... how many nights had he wished that wall wasn't between them. How many times had the alarm cut through his sleep at just the wrong time.
"The times I came in last... I was dreaming about you, us like this. I was so hard, I couldn't get my pants on fast enough."

It sounded funny to admit to now, desperately trying to force himself into his uniform. Racing to catch up and flushed, not from exertion, but because he could still see the dream in the back of his mind. He could see her out of the corner of his eye. Flashes of the curves of her body.

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Jesus, that was enough to make her curse wasted time. She'd always thought they would have more. There would be years ahead of them to find out all the physical secrets they had. But their time had been stolen.

"I wish I hadn't waited back then, hadn't waited until now." She pressed forward, kissing him hard and drawing him out in her hand. She felt hot and empty and needing and knew he was the solution to all of it. She knew she would feel complete, at least for a moment, when they were finally together.

She has to let go of him long enough to ease his pants down, she wanted to feel her body against his without anything between them. No wall, no distance, no clothing this time. Just flesh to the flesh it had so long desired.

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He tries to juggle the hunger in that kiss with the need to finally finish getting her out of that shirt. His body aches with the desire to touch, to kiss, to learn every part of her. To burn this moment into his memory and burn away the ghost of her that had haunted him for so long.

He slips the shirt off her shoulders before kicking his pants aside. There's a pause as he takes a step back to openly admire her. She's sleek and fit in a way he could never be, toned muscles under skin that told the story of her life since they had been parted. That story did nothing to lessen his desire for her. It makes him grateful that they have this time together.

He doesn't linger though, just soaks her in before closing that last gap between them. He kisses her again and gently encourages her to fit her body against his own.

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The shirt falls away, joining his clothing on the floor. Memories and all the emotions with them shed at the same time. Her body is muscled and lithe, less rounded than she had been in her youth. Just as he had changed, less the wiry boy she'd known and imagined between her thighs at night in the academy. He was a man and worse his age well even with his own poor reactions to some aspects of that position.

And then he's with her again, pressing to her and she can feel his excitement fully against her. The heat of him and his desire. Chyler looped her arms around him, holding him close as she let her lips explore his neck, up along his jaw, finding and claiming his lips in a way she should have done long ago.

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"Chyler." The feel of her... her body pressed against his, her mouth on his skin and when her mouth claims him... it's so damned hard not be completely selfish.

One hand grips and kneads her ass, letting him roll his hips against hers and slide his erection between them. He needs that little bit of friction to take the edge off. It was easier before she let herself start exploring him. He's wanted to touch and be touched by her for so long.

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"Bed." One word, spoken against his skin, letting him know her intentions when she began to move them. She pulled him back with her to it and drew him down atop her. She was through waiting, even if he wanted to take his time.

"I need you Tom." It was all she could say before she pulled him to her for a kiss and reached between them taking hold of his hardness of sliding it to meet the slick heat of her own sex. She groaned her need into his kiss and moved to seat him within her.

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That one word snaps any remaining resolve he has. Tom moves with her, eagerly letting her guide him down between her thighs.

He draws back slowly from the kiss as he rolls forward, wanting to meet her eyes as they come together for the first time. Tom pauses if she needs and stops when he's seated within her fully. It's as much for him as her, the intensity of it magnified by the fact that it's her and the way she responds. He murmurs her name and how beautiful she is.

He bends to kiss her as he starts to move, gently pulling back a short distance and returning... adding distance and speed as he they adjust to each other.

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Chyler was wide eyed, staring up at him, her arms tightened around him, pulling him to her. "Tom!" Her voice cracked on his name, having never felt anything like having him inside her. Culmination of years of wanting and waiting and being unable to find peace anywhere. Her body found it now, in joining with his.

She arched up to kiss him, needing to feel as much of him as she could. That beautiful stretching of her body, the heat and weight of him atop her, the roughness of his chest hair against her skin, the softness of his lips on her own. Happy tears spilled from her eyes.