Day 2

[d_c]

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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[infinitycaptain]

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.

[infinitycaptain]

"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.

[infinitycaptain]

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.

[infinitycaptain]

He could lose himself in her, the way she clings to him outside and in and the sounds of her pleasure that he had only dreamt of hearing. But her tears give him pause... it wasn't a reaction he was prepared for and he's suddenly self conscious of the possibility he was pushing her to far too soon.

"Is this good? Too much?" He slows down and shifts his weight so he can brush away her tears with one hand.

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"It's perfect." She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly. "I've waited so long for this, thought about you for so long and never thought I'd have you." Even if all they had was this night she'd finally found him and they could be together.

She urged him on with a roll of her hips, finding her own pleasure in his body.

[infinitycaptain]

Tom's face brightens with her reassurance. In the back of his mind he feels a little silly about misreading her. But she doesn't give him any chance to dwell on it.

He grunts and his head bows with that roll of her hips. The look on his face goes from relieved back to desirous and he bends to kiss her as he gets his rhythm back.

[d_c]

That pause had been enough to allow her to sort of the physical side of things and the pleasure was far overriding any strange newness of it. And this was Tom, the boy she'd been in love with, the man she'd brought her self to climax with the thought of for years. And now they had finally come together.

She liked the sounds he made, his expressions, even the feel of their skin as it grew damp with sweat from their activity. She especially loved the feeling of him between her legs, how full she felt and how natural it seemed to be to have him there. She loved him, and this was the ultimate expression of that. It should have surprised her how complete her feelings for him were but that was when her body decided it had reached a peak of its own and she was hit by an unexpected climax. Her expression was shocked for a moment and then head thrown back with a deep low main, her arms gripped around him tightly and she rasped his name into his ear over and over as she bucked and heaved through her orgasm.