Crowbars and Mechs: A Futuristic Guide to Romance

((Author's Note: Yeees, yes, I know what you're thinking. When's it gonna get to the hot secksing already?! This chapter delivers. xP ))

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He stomped back across from her, noting with a little bit of irony that she had popped her hatch. He set Blackwraith into standby, very few sensors would be able to pick him up and he popped his own hatch. It didn't move very far in the powered down state and he hefted it the rest of the way before he vaulted off his mech and landed with a thud that his armour absorbed cleanly. He paused and looked about the cavernous bay and wondered what it was for. There was overhead gantry cranes and the entire place was fitted out with tools and ladders and god only knew what else. He looked up at the immobile copper mech and shrugged. Whoever was in it didn't seem to want to come out in a hurry, but the thing was leaking steam like a sive and it had to be boiling hot inside. He wandered towards the back of the workshop and looked about. Gas lamps and simple things seemed to be the way of things, and he wandered towards the front of the workshop and made damn sure the place looked abandoned.

Fucking hell, it was unbearable, especially in the heavy treated cloth she was wearing. Flicking a couple of buttons undone had not been enough, she had to get out of this oven before she baked. She started kicking at the door to get it open all the way as she simultaneously shimmied out of the top half of her long-sleeved work coveralls. They would stay up on their own, but now she was partially free of the oppressively stuffy cloth. She wore what used to be called a wife-beater, stained and dirty just like everything else she owned. Sliding out of the cockpit, she landed with a thunk of her boots and began to gather her hair up to lift off her neck so the cool air could reach there as well. God, it felt good to be out of that thing. She noticed his hatch was open but couldn't see him.. Aw well, he was definitly around here somewhere. He'd see her before too long and the screaming match would begin, she thought as she fanned herself absently.

He heard the boots hit the deck and turned fluidly, catching sight of her and freezing for a couple of horrified seconds before he roared at the top of his lungs. “YOU-“ He paused and cursed and stalked over to her, fuming as he snarled in a 'stage whisper' of seething anger. “You! I was right, I was on the right fething track. You blew up my bloody supplies and nicked half of my unit’s crap!” He looked down at his forearm mounted machine gun and it had inadvertantly lined up with her chest, the red dot sight twinkling gently before he threw it aside as he snarled at her. His faceplate was up and he looked as though he was about ready to chew lead and shit gold. “Damn it, I could have-“ He paused as he heard shouting from a little way away and looked back at her with a glare that could have melted armour plate. He muttered a quiet 'c'mon' and jogged back into the workshop, climbing the gantries that went upward. Thankfully they were made from solid metal rather than rickety chain link so they held him easily and perhaps most importantly, they didn't rattle. His boots on his suit were rubber soled, so it was easy for him to move suprisingly quietly. He reached the top of the gantry and looked out across the battlefield, noting with satisfaction that there were several enemy kill teams struggling with the rubble as they attempted to cross it.

She watched him with a shit-eating grin while it all dawned on him. She had dreamed of this moment, but never imagined she would actually be present for it. It did take her a few moments to realize why it was he was ferociously whispering at her, and she blinked when he indicated that she should follow. Weird.. Why hadn't he evaporated her at first chance, especially with her grinning like the devil at his seething rage? He hadn't even made her explain. Heh, she shrugged, half to herself, and followed lazily until it came time to climb, at which point she stopped and leaned back against the great metal thing. Like hell she was about to do any other strenuous activities before she had a chance to cool off. She kept on fanning, realizing that inside this building was just about as stuffy as being inside Jasper, she gave an exasperated sigh. "The hell are you doing up there..?" She 'whispered' up at him.

He looked back at her impatiently and began to sign that there was a section of about ten hostile infantry and stopped halfway though, exasperated that she wouldn't get it. He carefully made his way back down towards her and whispered, “There are infantry out there...We don't need a fight now. I could probably take all of them in this..” He rapped his hand against the breastplate of his power armour “But that would bring more, which would mean I'd have to mount up, which means we'd get bogged down into a fight which we couldn't win. So we're staying put for a while.” He paused and eyed her and then looked at Jasper. “And your walking tin box doesn't look so crash hot anyway. What the hell do you run in there? It was almost off the charts when I looked at it under infra-red.” He watched her for a few seconds... he was beginning to sweat as well, despite his suit’s fairly decent cooling. It was horrendously stuffy in here, probably not helped by Jas... or to a lesser extent, his own mech. He made his way back up the gantry and watched through a hole in the roof once more. The infantry didn't look that well trained, almost as if they were just savages given weapons.

Despite herself, she'd had to hold back a giggle when he start flailing his hands about trying to sign to her. After an easily comprehensible shrug, he'd come down and, in his condescending way, explained and took a jab at her mech. It made her want to scream, how he didn't seem to realize that she had made that 'tin box' with her own hands, while he piloted some factory-made model that his daddy probably bought for him. She scowled at him as he crawled back up towards the roof and sauntered back over to Jasper, who was doing much better now. The engine at least didn't look like its metal was about to go white-hot anymore. She looked over at the Grizzly, who had seen better days but still looked fairly fresh and ready to go. A beautiful machine. She wandered over and touched its foot, patting it gently. It didn't have the same personality that she felt Jasper did, or rather, that she had given him as she built him from the ground up.

He eyed her occasionally as she touched the foot of his machine and muttered something to himself about how he was lucky she didn't have her damn crowbar any more. He touched it on his forearm and pondered throwing it at her after using his mechanically enhanced strength to rip into the back of her mech and scream at her 'how do you like it' and whatnot, but something caught his eye. He dropped the faceplate and zoomed in on one of the infantry that was waving something about... something that made his blood run cold. He cursed and roared in his suit, but noone would have heard him.. unless she heard a very faint 'fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-' muffled by the armour. He jogged back down and made sure the two doors were locked tight and that they couldn't get in before he ran over beside her and scaled up the grizzly like a demented monkey and hit the shutdown on -everything- before he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the back rooms. Once they were there he started egressing from his armour, popping seals and seams as he extracted himself into the clammy heat of the day. He wore only a pair of loose shorts and an undershirt of his own as he finally slid out of the suit... tripping and falling on the deck and looking like a fool. He stood and ensured the suit was fully powered down and looked at her. “They've got a scanner. I don't know how or where, but if any of my kit is powered up, they'll detect it. And we've gotta keep a layer of metal between us and them.. preferably two...otherwise they'll get our bioscans.” He was already starting to sweat and he cursed and pulled out a hefty pistol from his armour and a couple of magazines and crouched near the doorway, quite ready to shoot his way out if this went wrong.
Charlie was very, very confused when all of sudden she was jerked by the hand and practically dragged into a room where this guy just started stripping all of a sudden he had a gun and.. what the hell was his problem?! Also, something about their conversation about how running away from a fight wasn't heroic at all struck her as terribly ironic as she watched him posture at the door, ready to shoot. This came across as a smirk on her face which quickly wore off once she realized she was now stuck in an even stuffier room with another sweating body. She realized that if they were found, it could mean death but at the same time she wondered if even that wouldn't be better than sweating to death without any water. Charlie sighed and flopped down on her back on an empty table, propping her arms behind her head. "How long do you think before they leave?"
He looked over at her and shook his head. “Dunno, they were having a tough time with all the debris we left out there an-“ He was cut off by another earthshattering explosion and everything shook and rumbled and it sounded as if there was another avalanche outside into the ravine they were in. Beams and sheets of metal rained down from above and piled around the entrance to the place they were in and he swore quietly. They'd probably have to destroy this place when they left. There was screaming outside.. it sounded as if one of the attackers had been injuried until the sound of a single shot silenced it for good. He looked around at her and raised an eyebrow before looking back at the doorway. He could feel sweat beading on his skin and he sighed.He wasn't worried about supplies; he had a truckload back in the Griz, and his own suit carried enough for a week. It wasn't very upmarket fare, but it wasn't bad either. The hulking great brute of a man sighed and steadied himself, pulling away from the doorway and wandering backwards to lean against the table she lay upon. He looked back down to her and whispered, “Dammit, I was right.” He glared at her for a few seconds before he murmured, “Do you have any idea who the hell these guys are? Some local raiders or what?”
She opened one eye to look up at him, still innately casual even though the building had just nearly collapsed. "Don't look at me, I’ve never seen them before. I figure it's just some force from a different area after the Wolves for being dirty pigs.. Or maybe they're completely off-planet. Who knows." She shrugged to punctuate her own rhetorical question. "Now as to why you've pulled me in a back room and randomly started a striptease, I'm not quite sure what that's about either." She folded her legs, the topmost bobbing its foot like she was terribly bored with the whole situation. One look at her un-bothered state might give one the idea that she didn't really know the depth of the situation she had gotten herself into.
He snarled at her. “If they were after Wolves, they knew where we were. Instead they went after civvies, the bloody indigs. That means they're not after my lot, we just fucked up their perfect day by shattering their left flank. They don't even look like they could raise a lifter let alone a starship, and where the hell would they get one of them?” He gave her a withering look and turned, standing over her. He really was a big lump of a man and he bent down over her as he growled very quietly to her, “I stripped because if they detect the electronics in either one of my bits of kit, they'll likely break down the doors and shoot the pair of us just like they did with their injured buddy. So I have to turn it off. And we're back here because those fucking things can pick up biosigns.. which means your heart.” He moved to tap her chest and then paused, stopped by the considerable expanse of her bust and then thought better about it. “I don't know about you, but I think I'd rather stay in here for a while than ask them to get into a firefight.”
"Well.. Hmmph." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Sometimes I wonder if you can manage an entire sentence without condescention but then I realize that would probably be far too much to ask.. Anyway. I'm thirsty." She sniffed, determined to keep her lofty attitude if he was just going to act that way. Where would the dirt-poor humans on this planet get that kind of technology? They had to have some kind of outside help, that much was obvious. Unfortunately, she had been to busy playing Whack-A-Mole to look for faction markings or anything of that sort on the enemy. She reached up to adjust her goggles because they were trying to fall off her head. Her hair was all tangled up and messy.. Charlie missed her hat.
He blinked at her, shocked and then shrugged. He didn't know if there was even running water in here, much less anything else. He wandered about and found an old room through the one they hid in, windowless and full of crap. It was actually quite large, but nothing like the barn type structure that they hid their mechs in. He poked around for a few seconds and found some carefully folded blankets which shocked the hell out of him. Who the -hell- would need blankets in this hell-hole? He generally stuck his nose in and around until he found a bunch of different things, including and old rikkity bed made of cast iron. It had a sheet over the top of it, so it wasn't covered in grime. It looked as though it had been made centuries ago.... wierd. He shook his head and made his way back to the ante room where his battle armour was stored and sat on the old plastic and metal seat near the doorway, waiting for any signs they had been noticed. It was getting darker... the sounds of the battle were fading somewhat, but the smoke billowing out of the innumerable wrecked tanks and other shit, along with what little light remained in the ravine meant that it would soon be evening. A blisteringly hot night spent with a woman that had done her best to piss him off. At least she'd fought for the people though, that was something.
And what about the people? She was beginning to realize that even though they were tucked away safe in here, thousands of people would be out there without guns or mechs or things to protect themselves.. She sat up straight and eyed him, and then hopped down from her lounging table, walking over to him. "We have to go. People need help. We can't just sit here, cause I bet those other Wolves are doing the same thing, sitting safe in their bunkers and not doing anything about the people who need their help. Jasper's cooled off by now, we've got to go help.." She peeked out of the doorway and then, seeing nothing, started to walk out.
He blinked in astonishment and then grabbed her quickly and pulled her back away from the doorway, just as a rifle butt crashed into the main doors as an infantryman tried to batter his way in. It wouldn't work, those things were damn heavy and half blocked by rubble they wouldn't be going anywhere. He grabbed her and pulled her back into the room where she had been laying down and pressed her against the back wall, his gun up and aiming at the main doors, forgetting that he had grabbed her. His breathing was fast and shallow as his gun wavered gently in his outstretched arm. He looked at her and then back at the doors as the group of them hammered at the doors and then screamed at someone to do something. Whatever it was it didn't bode well... although he thought it was likely that they were going to get that scanner because they couldn't get inside. He turned and whispered against her ear as he held her close, “The people in the city are beyond our help just at the moment. The only way we can help them is by waiting for these bastards to rack off and letting things cool down. We won't be able to move at all out there, we'll get bogged down and killed. That isn't gonna help anyone. The rest of the Wolves will have pulled back to the bastion and will be tending to the wounded. I lost most of my infantry in that shit fight before... last I heard I had six criticals.” He licked his lips and could taste the salt from her sweat on them. He hadn't meant to touch her ear like that, but it was the only way he could speak quietly enough with her that they wouldn't hear.
As much as she wanted to yell at him for grabbing her so, the sound of enemies outside rabid to get in a kill them dead just wasn’t ignorable. She couldn't argue with the fact that they were in mortal danger, so she turned her head and watched what was going on at the door as best she could. For now, she resigned herself to forget that he was holding her in a completely inappropriate manner for this was surely only due to the fact that had she walked any farther, she would have been spotted. Not that being held by this man was uncomfortable- he certainly wasn't the bony sort, more of the big cuddly, the-muscles-in-my-forearm-alone-could-kill-you sort. She blinked at the men, who were avidly trying to push their way in despite the piles of rubble that blocked their progress. Somehow they had pinpointed this building though.. Probably due to Jasper's massive heat signature. Nngh.
He knew better, but at that moment he couldn't tell her that they'd been sweeping the street and this was pretty much par for course. Still, heat signatures didn't translate through solid metal very well, and given how hot everything was in here he knew that her mech would soon have made everything the same sort of background heat that would swallow it up.. at least he hoped so. Even so, he became very, very aware of her and just how close she was to him and he suddenly started sweating all the more, trying to think of -anything- but her hot sweaty flesh against his. He could -smell- her for crying out loud. It had been a long, long time since he'd bothered about anything like that and he was all to well aware of the effect she was having on him. It wouldn't have been half so bad except for the fact that he was in just a thin shirt and shorts. He cursed ever so quietly and wished for a miracle, an armour plated codpiece, a tiedown, becoming a monk, anything. Especially when the voices started up outside and he could hear something beeping and carrying on.. no doubt their scanner was having fits with the conglomeration of metal around it and the building it was facing.
He seemed really shaky all of a sudden, like if she reached up and pushed on his shoulder he might fall over without warning. "Are you ok?" She whispered, sorta concerned that he might suddenly become sick and give them away. She had seen that glazed over look in people's eyes before and more often than not, it was because of dehydration. It was -terribly- hot, especially with the two of them squished together like they were, and she was beginning to be unsure of just how long she could go without getting dehydrated herself. "Maybe you should give me the gun for a while?"
He was as solid as ever and yet he couldn't deny the arousal that was growing between his legs and pressing against hers as he looked back at her and growled ever so quietly as they scanned.. or tried to scan the building. “I'm.... fine,” was all that he managed to get out as he tried to do -something- about the raging hardon that was busily manifesting itself between his legs. He wasn't dehydrated in the least and he indicated with a shake of his head that she should be quiet. He was screaming in his head at the indignity of it all, especially concerning where and who he was with that he'd managed to get a roaring mongrel when he was sweating like a pig in a run down heap of shit building that for some reason was still standing as enemy soldiers attempted to find out if there was anyone in the building or not. And with the woman that had blown up half his MRE's and stolen the rest who had put a crowbar through the main display of his mech. He was well aware at the hilarity of the situation but couldn't deny the thick lump of cock that pressed into her side. He just hoped she wouldn't scream about it and bring death to the pair of them.
What.. in.. the.. Something was pressing uncomfortably into her side and making standing there all the more unbearable. She wriggled and squirmed and generally fidgeted, finally getting her hand down where she wanted so she could figure out just what it was and.. Oh god. Charlie made a little squeaking noise and jerked her hand away. Ohgodohgodohgod.
He couldn't help but grunt as she grabbed it, no doubt burningly hot compared even to her skin as he fought to keep a straight face. He went red anyway, despite his determination to keep his face as unemotional as possible. There was just about nothing else that could go wrong at the moment aside from them busting in and shooting the pair of them. Which... on reflection? Didn't sound like such a bad way to end this indignity. However, her reaction surprised him a little- he had expected a shit eating grin and instant teasing and yet she looked almost as shocked as he was. He could hear the soldiers arguing outside and it didn't look like they were going anywhere fast. This situation was driving him insane... and the cock that threatened to rip his shorts asunder as it pressed into here wasn't bloody helping. He looked down to her guiltily, unable to help himself.
The expression on her face went from ewItouchedit to youdirtypig in a split second. Leave it to a Wolf to get aroused in this sort of crazy situation.. Cur. She scowled up at him, beginning to wonder if this whole thing wasn't just an elaborate set-up so he could get a confession out of her and commence.. dry-humping her side in an oven-like structure? No, that wasn't right. There were still men out there hunting for them like dogs. It crossed her mind that she should be flattered- all the things she'd done to him and he still could get aroused by being so close to her.. Hmph. Charlie had entered a state of confusion and decided it was time to detach from the scenario at hand. It'd wear off after a while wouldn't it? She huffed quietly and went back to watching the door.
He sighed almost inaudibly and then looked back at the door, trying to think about happy things. Kittens and such. Definitely not women dressed up as kittens that were strangely good looking and were well endowed and were smudged with god knows what and sweat and..... He nearly screamed in frustration. It wasn't going away and the soldiers outside had left a few sentries and moved on, taking the gently pinging scanner with them. He was so aroused it was almost beginning to hurt, and he was doing his best to be quiet. Mixing their biosigns together like this was also a damn good way of confusing the scanner which by the sounds of things was still active.He had no idea what the hell he was going to do, other than suicide perhaps. He put the gun down on the table ever so gently so as not to tempt himself.
She watched him put the gun down and mouthed 'what now' to him, careful not to move or otherwise further disturb his.. little friend. Her body language was that of general uncertainty. She had ducked her head down away from his face, afraid he might start whispering in her ear again. His facial hair tickled and the last thing they needed was her bursting out in a gigglefit. Not now, when they were so close to freedom. Both her hands were back against the wall to discourage her curious fingers from further exploring him, even though the inquisitive part of her brain was screaming at her to do it. His reaction would be so priceless..
He turned back to her and spoke quietly in her ear again, although a little further away than the first time, “There are still soldiers out there. We need to be careful and we need to keep quiet. That scanner didn't pick us up.. but it doesn't matter how hard...” he paused, “Uh. How solid those doors are if they know we're in here.” He paused again, swallowing as he tried to at least keep some semblance of proffessionalism about himself. “If they do anything like we do, they won't move out of this area for the rest of the night. Which means we're stuck here for the time being..” His arm was still around her waist in the small of her back, but he knew that they had set the sensor up in the middle of the ruins and it was waiting for any differences to the readings it had already taken. And yet his rock hard cock was still trapped between her and him and he cursed it. Of all the times to get a hardon... He coloured again and looked away to save himself from looking down at her enormous rack. it was very easy to do so in what little she had on.. He began to understand why she wore the heavy shirt over top.
She shied away from his whiskers a little, peering up at him like it was his fault they were in this unfortunate spot at all. "Please don't tell me I have to .. We have to stand here all night." Occasionally she would feel it twitch ever so slightly against her stomach, which appealed greatly to her inquisitive side. What made it jump like that? Did it even jump at all or was it her overactive imagination? Goddamnit, why did he have to take his armor off?!
It wasn't just her... It -did- twitch and move as the muscles connected to it decided they were going to move as well. He growled in frustration ever so softly and shook his head. “We don't have to... stand. But I think we will have to stay close. If the machine saw us, we confused its bioscan but it might have thought we were something else, not two humans. If we move apart...” He let the question hang in the air. The bioscanner would almost certainly start screaming -if- it had detected them in the first place. And there would also be the slight problem of him standing there with a hardon that was threatening to break his shorts. He snarled quietly and inadvertantly squeezed her tighter to him as he did so, wondering what the hell he was going to do.
"So what do we do then, genius?" Charlie was grateful she had had a full breakfast of stolen military rations, otherwise her stomach would have been yowling by now. But he was the experienced war-vet or whatever, so he should know what to do.. Right?! She began to be afraid that if he made her stand there much longer she really would start to play with it out of complete and utter boredom. Then again, she wondered how he was thinking all this through and supposed to be making rational decisions when a lot of his blood was.. busy elsewhere.
He hissed back at her, “I don't bloody know, stay here and sweat it out I guess.” He was seriously -not- in the mood for her lip at this point and had half a mind to strip her out of her damn overalls and tan her backside. That was nicely curved and plump in a way he rather enjoyed. WHICH HE SHOULDN"T BE THINKING ABOUT NOW OF ALL TIMES. He scowled and growled at her, “It’s getting late, after the assault today they're probably humping down.” He grimaced. “Which means they're not going anywhere, and likely neither are we. And enough with giving me shit about this dammit, or I'll bend you over this damn table and make your arse red.” He paused after that and wished he'd reconsidered before he said it, but he was rather angry now. “Now we either stay put, or creep out the back. There is a bed there I guess.”
It wasn't the threat to spank her but the thought of bedding down with him that made her face go red. Still, it would be better than standing here for hours on end. It took a lot of physical strength to pilot Jasper, and her muscles still burned from her earlier efforts. While he was hardly the most stoic man she'd ever met, it was easy to tell that he didn't want to be here all night, pressed up against her and unable to do anything but sweat in the darkness. "Where's this bed then..?" She would probably seem more shy now than he would ever think her capable.
He blinked at her... and then nodded towards the second room out the back. He picked up the pistol and walked with her, pulling her close to him despite the raging hardon that was pressing against her, easing her through the door as they made as little noise as possible. He guided her through the darkness until she hit the bed first- not hard, but enough to make her topple over backwards- and drag him with her with a strangled grunt. Thankfully it seemed that they were far enough away from outside that the sound didn't carry far as he landed on top of her, breathing heavily as her sweaty skin slid against his and he panted. He didn't dare move for a few long seconds to see if there was any further attention at the door.. due to the noise or the movement on the bioscanner... but he lifted himself up on his elbows above her and mouthed 'sorry'... and then realised she would be able to see him anyway. It was almost pitch black in here. He leaned down by her ear and murmured 'Sorry' against her.
She shook her head to indicate that it was fine and shake free from her mind any notion that he was sort of charming. Her arms moved up between them to form a sort of barrier while she squirmed around, pinned beneath his barrel-chest and the bed. She was thankful though, because anything was better than standing after a long day of wartime piloting her 'tin can mech' as he called it. Ugh, the nerve of this man. Call Jasper a hunk of junk and then try to cuddle with her while their lives were in serious danger. Ohh, the stories she would have for his unit if they managed to escape this alive and he didn't put a bullet through her skull first.
He cursed quietly to himself, and then grabbed her and rolled over so that she was on top of him. He grabbed a pillow and threw it underneath his head and stretched out beneath her, very aware of the arousal that pressed into her tummy. All was silent, aside from the pinging of hot metal cooling, and their breathing. There was the occasional clang from outside as stuff tumbled down the edge of the ravine but it wasn't as though there was any more artillery strikes to bring more down. He wriggled a little to try and find a comfortable spot and cursed fiercely under his breath before he gave up. He could barely make her out.. it was almost as if he could only tell where she was by the heat she gave off.
'Ugh, why do I havta be on top,' she thought as she straddled his legs and tried to not be any more arousing than she had to be. Gently, she rested her forehead against his chest and tried to calm herself. Jesus, this man could maintain a hardon for a god-like amount of time.. It pressed uncomfortably into her stomach, flagging his needs all out in the open in a way that embarassed the both of them. She was almost beginning to feel sorry for him in a way, and at the same time it could all be seen as glorious payback for her poor hat.
He tossed the gun aside and brought his hands back to her, grabbing her by the hips to make sure she didn't slide off, and he murmured, “This isn't exactly how I anticipated meeting you going y'know.” And that was when the absurdity of the situation hit him and he sniggered and then laughed quietly shaking underneath her.. which just made her breasts jiggle and shake against him.. the feel of which sobered him pretty quickly. He growled quietly and looked at her in the darkness and his hands tightened on her hips. She might have been his enemy, she might have been the last woman on the planet that he thought would drive him insane, but his constant state of arousal was getting to him. He kept thinking of fucking her as hard as he could, payback for all the smarmy, smartarsed comments and all the shit she'd heaped on him when he was only trying to help.
Charlie looked up at the Wolf, who suddenly looked to be having the time of his life, a bit of a confused look on her face. She propped herself up with her arms on either side of his chest, so that his pressing cock would stop being such a bother. "It's not like this is one of -my- wildest dreams, you know.." His hands were -huge-. Huge like.. a large chunk of rock huge. He probably didn't have any trouble piloting with those hands.. Jesus, were they real?
He growled quietly back at her and his hands explored a bit more, becoming bolder and bolder as they moved against her form. “Maybe, but it sure beats sitting back at base doing fuck all for a while.” She had nice broad hips... he liked that. From what he'd seen she had a rather 'classical' figure which suprised him given where she seemed to be from, but he didn't complain. She might have been a smartarse and might have needed a good spanking, but that wouldn't have stopped him from admiring her figure. “Besides, if you wanted this to be over you could just make a noise and get us both shot.” He laughed quietly, “I don't see you complaining -that- much.” His fingertips brushed her backside as he held her... it was difficult through the thick material of the overalls, but it wasn't as if he was out and out groping her but he didn't know if she would respond in kind.
"Heh! Like I really wanna get shot with -you- of all people.." She couldn't help rolling her eyes, even though he wouldn't be able to see it. What the hell was he doing with those giant hands anyway?! She could feel them sliding around a little but not much else. Her overalls were beginning to slide off her hips though, with all this rubbing against each other. If he didn't quit his fidgeting around, they were going to come right off. She blinked up at him for a second. "It just occured to me that I don't even know your name.. Perhaps it's better if I don't know, in case we both die here."
He shook his head. “Ah, balls to that. If we both die here, whats the harm? I'm Lieut-“ He paused and caught himself, “Jacob Theogrin. Most people just call me Theo.” He felt her bare skin against his hands as her overalls slid down and his broad hands rubbed against her waist and hips, holding her securely as the cloth oozed down over her backside. He could feel her underwear at her hips and he growled at the feel of her sweaty skin against his.He was possessed of urgency, wanting suddenly beyond anything else to fuck her senseless... the hell with making noise or getting caught or anything else. This woman drove him insane and for whatever reasons he had to have her. He fought back the impulse to pin her to the bed.. or the wall or whatever for the moment... but he knew he couldn't stop himself for long.
She was wearing a thong, as they were the easiest to sew and required the least material. "Ummm.. Charlie." She said, as more a declaration than a greeting or anything else. She felt the denim bunching around her thighs and reached back to try and pull it back up. She couldn't tell if he had pushed it down himself just to fuck with her or it had just fallen.. In fact she wasn't sure of much anymore, as it was terribly dark in this room and she couldn't even see his face. She could only tell that he was breathing a bit faster now and his voice had sounded sort of.. strangled.
Finally, the big man hissed, ‘Oh -fuck- it.” He slid his hands around and grabbed her ass in both of his broad hands, squeezing it and massaging it before he gave the plump cheek an experimental smack, the crack loud in the room but the sound wouldn't carry far. He grabbed her abused backside and slid her off him, standing in the room and pulling his shorts and shirt off and discarding them. He grabbed her and held her as he forced her to her knees on the bed in front of him growling as his hands slid up and beneath the wife beater she wore, freeing her massive breasts and cupping both of them as he murmured 'glorious' beneath his breath. His cock nuzzled at the cheeks of her ass as he left her tits alone and pulled the thong off of her and then discarding it and feeling the broad head of himself nuzzle between her legs and then against her hot pussy. She was slick and sweaty and just like him as he grabbed her arms behind her back in one hand and pushed himself inside of her, growling with desire as he began to fuck her roughly. His groin slapped against her ass as he rammed himself in her, ravaging her as hard as he could.
Holy gods, did he really just.. Ohgodohgodohgod. Charlie hardly knew how to react. One moment they were fine and calm, and the next he was pushing her to her knees and.. Oh god, he was thrusting inside her and she was helpless to resist. Somehow he had both her hands in his massive grip and if she made any noise, protesting or otherwise they would surely be caught.. Occasionally she would make a tiny squeaking sound, muffled by the bed as she buried her face in it. She could feel her cheeks burning with color and was remotely glad he couldn't see her flustered like an innocent schoolgirl while he took his pleasure in her. Still, the enticing thickness of him as he pounded into her was making her -enjoy- it. She shuddered around him as he used her unforgivingly.
He didn't stop as he pounded away at her depths, minutes.. hours.. no, -months- of frustration built up while in transit in space meant that he was savoring every second as he rammed himself into her. Her flesh was so... smooth.. he either had no idea it existed or had forgotten what it was like. But it was hardly paid any due as he held her wrists tightly and grabbed her by the hips in his other hand, bucking forward with his own as he sought to drive her into the bed deeper and deeper as he growled in a feral manner... it was low enough that it shouldn't draw attention and no louder than the squeaks she gave voice to. He found them intensely arousing as he jammed himself into her and shook them both, slowing his strokes but making them harder and more brutal in an effort to make her squeak again.. louder each time he did so. He could barely see her as he fucked her roughly and left fingerprints on her pale pale skin.
God, he was an animal. If he was like this when it came to sex, she wondered what he would be like in a battle much like today’s. She gave him a little whimper, as he seemed to be doing his very best to make her scream and blow their cover. Her hands flexed and she twisted her wrists against his firm grip, pulling slightly, although even if she were to get her hands free there wasn't much to do with them except hold on tight to the bed while he fucked her senseless. While she knelt there, she could only listen to him growl like a wild thing and revel in the hot bliss he was pushing into her without mercy.
The slap of her ass against him was getting quite loud, and with almost as much force as him spanking her, although it would never be as good as a proper disciplining. Even so, her flesh slipped against his, both of them sweaty as they rutted like animals on that old dilapidated bed, the whole bed itself creaking now as he forced it to move as he pounded into her. He held her 'captive' and found pleasure in it, but from the way she was acting she was enjoying every second of it as well as he thrust himself as deep as he could inside of her. He let her hands go, but his now free hand was suddenly in her mass of hair as he pulled her head back and started pumping as fast as he could into her, and damn the consequences.
She pushed herself up off the bed, her body curving back so that his pulling wouldn't hurt so badly. It took a lot of her concentration not to start screaming at that point, while her breasts were jumping with each impact of his hips against her own. Before long, she began to convulse and balled the sheets up beneath her hands, gripping them until her knuckles turned white. Her entire body tensed and then relaxed as orgasm took her suddenly. So caught up in it, she nearly forgot herself and started sighing happily, but instead she bit her lip and tried to slow her heavy breathing.
He couldn't help it as she pushed off the bed and the sound of her drove him insane as he exploded in her depths once, but pulled out a little to far and his cock slid up between the cheeks of her ass, spraying them with an almost ungodly amount of cum that spattered over her back and pooled there. He nearly howled in pleasure but managed to strangle himself down to a snarl of tightly controlled ecstacy. He held her there for a few long seconds before he let her hair go, his cock nuzzled between her two plump asscheeks and drooling more as he panted and held her hips. He murmured very quietly, “By all thats holy...”
Charlie carefully lowered herself to the bed, exhausted and still a little bit stunned over what had just happened. It was definitly unreal, that was for certain. She would never have guessed that a crowbar and a little vandalism might get her a good hard fucking while their lives were on the line.. Speaking of which. Her ears perked, trying to hear if anything had been alerted from their sounds.
He sighed and kneeled down beside her and then rolled onto his back, panting and sweaty. He wasn't sure what had come over him... actually, he knew exactly what it was, but he wasn't sure why he'd let his self control go. Either way, he was absolutely spent for the moment- being hard that long frequently made for a fantastic orgasm, one that he was feeling even now. He stretched and joints clicked and popped in his body as he looked up at the black roof and listened. It didn't sound like anyone had heard the quiet fucking going on here, which was a relief. He felt tired... not sleepy tired, just exhausted after the days battle and the stress of hiding. “Well.. I don't think they heard us.”
She was silent for a long time, listening as well. "I hope not. If we die because of this, I am so going to kill you." Finally, she felt around for her shirt and mopped the copious amounts of jizz off her back, wishing she could give him such a look. She found her thong and slid into it as well as her now sticky shirt before sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. He didn't seem to have a problem not holding her close now.. 'The sensors will pick it up if we move too far apart'.. Feh.
He sat up and growled, hooking an arm around her and pulling her back down on the bed. “Oi..” He murmured quietly, “Not too far dammit. Those sensors will pick us up.” He was so much larger than she was... he ended up wrapping an arm around her shoulders beneath her head as he reflected on the days events. He couldn't help but smile at her comment. He wriggled his toes and sighed quietly and stetched his legs out and then looked over at her. He could just make out the outline of one heavy breast in the darkness and he admired it but he could see no more.
Ahhh, there it was. She sighed quietly, pulling her legs up on the bed and settling in for the night. His bicep was not the most comfortable thing in the world but at least it was something. He seemed to be hogging the tiny pillow anyway, hmph. She was so thirsty and her head was still spinning and her muscles burned with exhaustion.. She couldn't really tell if it was a good or a bad thing that happened to her today. Probably more a mix than any one thing. Another sigh and she closed her eyes. A little sleep would help clear her muddled head and help it all be over faster, for sure.