The sound of splashing waves and the distinct roar of an engine filled the night air, mingling the senses of anyone still awake at the late hour along with the suffocating smell of fumes that erupted from the massive warship steadily making its way to its destination. The light of the moon as it hung overhead was met with the active lights of the ship, giving enough vision for anyone looking to work during the night. Few souls lingered at the darkest hour well past midnight but far from daybreak, and those few souls either served some purpose or couldn't sleep due to nocturnal instincts. Neither was the case for the leader of the giant vessel and commander of the souls that filled the ship.
Riven leaned against the railing of the Fury company battleship, staring blankly into the darkness of the night as her vessel moved towards the destination of Ionia to link with their fighting countrymen in effort to secure dominance on the spiritual continent. She was attired in her casual tunic without her armor, her mystical runic blade for once void from her body. Her hair was of course tied up into the ponytail on her head, and her arms were wrapped in bandages courtesy of the recent days of training her swings building up bruises to her palms and straining her wrists. Rumors and tales of vast magical resources and riches that would leave the most minimal soldier in care similar to that of the high general had everyone teeming with anxiousness, and at first Riven was no exception.
That is until the nightmares began.
It was probably a week prior, days before she was assigned to join her fellow Noxians to secure the island nation, where she began to see visions. Horrific images of brutal violence by the hands of her apparent countrymen, and the single picture of her battalion expressions of pain as everything around her was razed to the ground. The sight of her closest friends, or those she considered her friends at the time were of terror and agony as their lives were melted into the ground beneath them.
These visions plagued her sleep, both during the day and at night, ultimately barring her from peaceful rest since then. The only difference between the last few nights and this night was the fact that as the hour of battle drew closer, their destination to be met come dawn, her visions grew more gruesome, the sounds of her subordinates screaming in anguish her name, as if damning her for leaving them to perish roared in her thoughts until the sound was like scratches of metal on metal, forcibly waking her to a cold sweat and a mile a minute heartbeat. Their calls to her echoed in her thoughts even at this moment where the salty air tainted by the ships smoke filled her lungs. She had no clue where or why these visions came to be, but she felt the growing more anxious about touching ground with such vivid images plaguing her.
"Good morning, Commander Riven," a voice called from behind, interrupting the warrior's train of thought as she stared into the ocean's dark horizon. Riven turned her gaze to meet those emerald green hues of one of the newer members to her company. She saw that he was bare of his helmet, which was only fitting since it was a moment to rest before battle; a calm before the storm. His short-cut brown hair lightly rustled with the wind of the ocean as it passed them. He was about a head taller than the commander, but nearly four years her junior. It was just by the look in his eyes that Riven knew who was approaching her.
"Sorun. What brings you out here at this time of night? Light's out was hours ago," Riven returned. The male merely scratched the back of his head and looked away as he was left in the spotlight faster than he wished.
"Well Commander…I couldn't sleep. Decided some fresh air would help my nerves but I don't think that is the case," he answered. Riven scowled as she felt her skin crawl at the title she had used. While she no doubt earned it, and was proud to hold it with her nation, something about the way her home was progressing left her uncertain to the value it held. Of course, voicing it was near treason, so she remained silent about it to all but her company.
"What has you restless? Most of Fury passed out on hitting the pillow, anxious to hit dirt before the bed."
Once again, Sorun looked away meekly. Riven raised her eyebrow at the near foreign behavior of her countryman and subordinate. "Can…Can I be honest with you, Commander?" he asked. "And if you don't like what you hear, I'll be glad to swab the ship until we reach ground at dawn for my…cowardice."
Cowardice? That word alone started brawls in Noxus, and it even made a few lives short for those who had a strict distaste for it. The recruit saying it suddenly as if it was bile in his throat surprised Riven to the point of intrigue.
"I am all ears. And I don't punish honesty, Sorun," Riven returned.
"…I am kind of scared to fight," he admitted, which made Riven's eyes jump. "W-well, not like that! I wouldn't be a soldier if I was scared to fight. I mean, I am nervous of the war."
"…Elaborate," Riven said plainly crossing her arms as her interest piqued. This was something so seldom in her homeland that seeing it before her only made her anxious to the reason.
"While I have no difficulty in a battle one on one with my peers and the occasional enemy, the idea of going to invade and battle a nation that held no contempt or content with Noxus for the rumored benefits of its land leaves a sour taste in my mouth. And we have yet to truly face these people before," he explained, moving to lean against the rail beside Riven to gain comfort. "I mean, what if they have some power we want, but don't understand, and use it against us? What if we head on that beach in the morning to find our own forces razed beyond repair and our own graves dug for us to fall into? I may not be the strongest or most tactical warrior in Noxus, but I trust my instincts about something like this."
Riven drank in his words slowly, observing him for any misplay or forfeit to his words. When she found none, she looked away and sighed, not exactly sure how to deal with this situation.
"A few things, Sorun," she began, earning his gaze. "I am surprised, to say the least, about your position on all of this. Had you been in Blood or Iron company, the commanders would have you executed for this kind of talk at worst, and rotting in a cell in the least."
Sorun looked to her with a panicked expression, to which she raised her hand to halt his argument. "but as I said previously, I do not punish honesty." She interrupted him. "What I find odd, though, is the level of conscience you have in regards to it all. Everyone here is going because of promised benefits or the patriotism of our home. Is it that you wish not to fight for Noxus?"
"Far from it, Commander! I would be glad to lay down arms for the place I was born in. My parents, friends and siblings were proud to see me join your company, and even more so when I told them I would be on front line with you in the invasion," he answered. Somewhere in the back of Riven's mind, she wished she could say the same wholeheartedly, but the horrors of her nightmares of the tainted agenda that circled leadership detained her ability to commit to the idea.
"It's just that the idea of doing it all…for some fabled power? Power that we were raised to acquire on our own through hard work and determination? It just doesn't add up to me, and that makes it hard to swallow going into war like this. I guess I just need some motivation to fight this."
Riven hummed in thought at the mention. Motivation. What was her motivation to fight for Noxus in a war unwarranted? Had it been against Demacia or some enemy she knew by fact was against their ideals, she would have asked to jump into battle. But all of this seemed so wrong to her from the start, and her nightmares only gave incentive to that bile in her throat about it all.
"Sorun, allow me to be honest with you here," Riven began. "Your position on this war? I can relate to. I myself am not certain about the justification of fighting a nation that held no contempt against us, and certainly for something we otherwise would have on our own. But I fight because I was raised to. I fight to represent the true meaning of being Noxian, and that is freedom to do and be what you want so long as you have the strength to believe in it. If the higher ups believe we can achieve more from Ionia, then I am obligated to follow that belief. Just like you are."
She had realized she said obligation instead of desire. Detachment. Always the first step to exile in truth. Luckily for her, he didn't catch it.
"If you don't mind me asking Commander, what do you believe in? What do you fight for?" Sorun asked. Riven opened her mouth, but couldn't answer without feeling her throat burn from whatever lie she may tell, or the guilt of the truth. She swallowed her burn.
"I fight…to protect those I care for. And to correct the bad that was believed of Noxus." She half lied. Sorun didn't think of it as she said it, which was her blessing and curse. The newest person under her was within impression that she wholeheartedly cared, when she wasn't sure anymore if she could.
"Well…I don't know what I can fight for, to be honest commander," he replied.
"Well, your family and friends, right? They mean something to you if them being proud of you kept you going into my company," Riven assured. "And I am certain a strong soldier as yourself has some young lady back home awaiting your return?" Sorun shrugged.
"I guess…it still doesn't validate it all, and I feel like there should be something less cliché than family and friends," Sorun admitted. Riven could understand, since she had no immediate family of her own and she was disillusioned to whatever friendships she may have now.
"Maybe the thought of what to fight for will purge your inability to sleep?" Riven suggested, leaning off the rail.
"And if that doesn't work?" Sorun retorted.
"I'm not sure. Before all this, when I was restless I would just force myself to be tired by working out."
"But we don't have any training equipment on board."
"And you see me here now, right?" Riven added with a smirk. Sorun chuckled and shook his head.
"That reminds me, Commander. Why are you out here? I figured you would want to get some rest before touchdown," he asked. Riven wasn't sure she could tell him of her nightmares and further discourage him from their duty. It was already bad enough that she thought their home was something of a shadow to itself. No need to start a coup.
"I felt uncomfortable in my bed alone. Too quiet for someone like me," she lied again. Sorun made a chiding snort and grinned at the white-haired fighter.
"Sounds to me like you could use a bedmate," he joked. Riven blushed lightly before turning away, realizing her fault in saying what she said. Sorun let out a hearty laugh at her reaction.
"Laughing at your superior, soldier? Maybe I should take you up on the offer to swab the boat spotless," Riven retorted coldly, causing him to recede his laughter. Riven began laughing herself as his reaction was just as funny as hers, and both laughed lightly in the darkness of the night.
As their laughter teetered out, Sorun leant off the rail and walked to the nearest metal door down to the cabins, content with his conversation with the fighter. "Well, I thank you sir for your company and your ear. I will attempt one last time to grab a wink of sleep before touchdown," Sorun concluded. Riven didn't say anything as he turned around but her thoughts reeled back to his suggestion from her reason of being awake.
"Wait, Sorun," She called to him. The brown-haired male turned to greet the order of the commander and watched as she moved past him. "I just realized maybe we can assist one another."
Sorun raised an eyebrow to her words. "How?"
"I will discuss it in a moment. For now, follow me," she ordered before moving towards the head of the ship. Sorun merely obliged to the command of his superior and followed her, heading past the soldier cabins up to the bridge. They continued up the stairs past the doors to the control rooms before reaching a single door, to which Riven pulled out a set of keys and opens.
Riven headed inside first and Sorun followed, immediately figuring out that the room was her personal chambers to the ship. On the left side of the room sat a set of weights and bars, along with two training dummies marred with cuts from what he presumed came from her enormous sword. On the right was a small table with what appeared to be a bar stand behind it, a single half burnt candle sat atop the surface to illuminate the room. In the middle of the room was a queen-sized bed with black and red coverings, akin to the colors of Noxus. There were banners and pictures of Noxian symbols and paraphernalia throughout, and behind the bed was a wide span of what he could immediately count as five or six windows that saw out into the deep blue.
"Care for a drink, Sorun?" Riven called moving over to her bar and picking up a glass bottle of amber substance, pouring it into a small glass beside it.
"Commander Riven, why bring me to your chambers? I can head to my own to sleep," he returned.
"And you will, but I figure the guiltiest way to fall asleep quickly would be a night cap, no?" Riven assured. She poured the substance into another glass before heading over to the soldier and handing it to him. He shrugged lightly before downing the amber fluid in one motion, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it seared his throat. The warmth from the drink perked his nerves for but a second, before he felt himself relax. It was pleasant to say the least, to which he immediately recognized the feeling from prior experience.
"…Ulduin Whiskey. I'd say about twenty years?" Sorun said. Riven hummed in surprise.
"You know your drinks?"
"I know my family's drinks. I'm surprised you guys drink our stuff, to be honest," Sorun answered.
"Well met, soldier." Riven had also downed her own glass of alcohol before reaching out to take his.
"Thank you, Commander. Now, what was it that you wanted?" he asked, handing her his glass. Riven placed her and his glass on the table besides him and moved over to her bed, looking out the window into the dark night sky and sea.
"I wanted to ask you something particular," she began. "What is your opinion of Fury company?"
Sorun was taken aback at the seemingly personal question, thinking that there was some ulterior plan she was going to tell him about for the invasion. "I…I don't quite understand, Commander," he returned.
"Simple question, right? What is your opinion of Fury? The other soldiers, the equipment, our placement in the war…me?" she continued, turning to him at the end and gauging his reaction.
"Well…I am no doubt glad to be of service within the battalion, and while it was more or less rocky from everyone at the start, I feel like I have warmed up to them all the same way they have to me. While we don't have the best equipment in comparison to the higher battalions, I'm content with our weapons as they are. To be honest, I've grown attached to my battle axe," he joked. Riven hummed in amusement as she continued to hear him speak. His eyes drifted from Riven to the window, giving her enough room to move closer.
"Like I said before, I am not one hundred percent dedicated to the invasion, but I am more than willing to fight alongside the company to the greater good for it all," he continued. "If my fellow Noxians see power that would further our livelihood on the other side of that battlefield in victory, I am willing to help them to it."
It was then that Sorun looked back to see Riven standing before him, the proximity between their bodies dangerously close. "And…? What is your perspective about your commanding officer?" Riven asked with her arms crossed. Sorun found that the white-haired warrior from up close had a rather distinguished appeal in looks, her burning crimson eyes almost a visual anthem to the home she fought for. Her white hair seemed to shimmer in the night from the slight illumination by the candle near the bar and the moonlight seeping from the window.
"I…uh, find that the stories of your strength and determination doesn't do justice to your true commitment. You don't have some recruit trainers for your company, you picked us out by hand. And I was a little surprised when you picked me out from the drafts," He answered. "And while not as obviously patriotic for our home, you remain one of the more humane icons of Noxus."
Riven raised an eyebrow. "And that is it?" she asked. While his statement held its merit of truth for the soldier, he hadn't the gall to admit his attraction to the commander. One of the things he learned even at the trainee camps was to never get attached to anything besides your weapon and your mission.
He gulped quietly and nodded his head, not daring to look away from her to make her think he was hiding something else. Riven smiled before she stepped back and turned away from him. "Good. Then this won't mean anything besides helping each other out," she said in a casual tone.
Sorun raised his brow to her statement, before noticing that she was removing her tunic from her body. He stood mouth agape as the Commander began to strip from her outfit, tossing her tunic to the table on the right side of the room and kicking off her boots next to her bed before pulling her skirt down. She was left in just under shorts and the wrappings on her arms before turning back to him.
"C-Commander?! Wh-why are you stripping n-now?" he stuttered, his cheeks flaring madly as he couldn't keep his gaze away from the bosom of the warrior.
"Sorun, are you a virgin?" she asked plainly. Sorun for a fact knew he was not, as his last girlfriend about a year back managed to secure that reality for him. He shook his head but turned away to not seem rude.
"I-I am not, Commander! But why-"
"Then you should know what to do in this case, correct?" Riven interjected.
"W-well yes, but for what reason would you…I mean why would you…" he stammered, placing his hand to his crotch to avoid her gaze meeting his steadily growing erection. Riven rolled her eyes and smiled as she placed a hand to her hip.
"Sorun, let me explain something," she began. "And look at your commanding officer when she is addressing you."
Sorun took that as an order and immediately looked back to the commander, trying his damnedest to avoid glaring at her modest bust. Riven snickered as he failed.
"I found out tonight that unlike the majority of Fury and even Noxus, there is someone with a conscience and compassion level to consider the perspective of the other man. Needless to say, it is rare and surprising to see. I can already tell that you use your mind and heart to whatever you deem worthy, and that is commendable," she explained. "But you are plagued as I am with restlessness. Even worse, with less incentive to cure it considering that level of conscience has you without true direction. So I am going give you a means from what I offered earlier."
"S-sir, I am confused as to what you-"
"Let me explain then," she cut him off. "I told you before our assignment when I felt restless I would typically wear myself to sleep by working out. I didn't tell you that it was the only way I did it. The other way was just some casual sex with someone I knew or masturbation. And since you were so kind to remind me that there is no training equipment, I am willing to reward your honesty with me."
Sorun looked to her curiously, still trying desperately to avoid eyeing her chest. "S-so did you want me to…please you until you f-fell asleep?" he asked meekly.
"No, I want you to lose the clothes so we can both enjoy this," she ordered. "And I mean now, soldier. I need as much rest as possible before morning hits and our ship touches ground."
"Y-yes, sir!" he answered, hastily unbuttoning the black tunic he wore and placing it to the table besides hers. Sorun, left in his undershirt, began unclasping the hooks around his boots before slipping his feet out and putting them to the side. He unbuckled his pants belt before moving to remove his trousers. Soon he was left in just his underwear, awaiting any orders or the turn of the joke he expected. When Riven merely nodded at him looking at his underwear, he immediately understood what she wanted and pulled his underwear down, letting his member hang in the air of the room for her to see.
Riven eyed the thick member between the soldier's legs with interest. While it wasn't the first time she had done this, nor was it the greatest thing to which she would brag about, she found the size of the tool Sorun possessed admirable. She could easily deduce its size to an average seven inches and smiled as his tool pulsed with life at her gaze.
"Quite the tool you have, Sorun. Might make some of the girls of Fury interested and the guys envious if I told them what a horse you were," Riven joked.
"W-what would you like me to do, C-commander?" he stuttered.
"For one, drop the commander title while you are in my chambers. I'm not into subordination in bed," Riven mused. "Secondly, relax. I told you it was a reward, so just enjoy it. I am certain that regardless to what's happening you won't mention this to anyone in Fury, right?"
The cold and deadly tone that drenched the end of her statement made the soldier gulp. He nodded furiously, eliciting a smile from the commander.
"Good," she concluded before moving forward and dropping down to her knees, her face leveled with the erection. She placed her right hand to the length and caressed it casually. Looking up to gauge his expression to her moves, Riven pointed the length closer to her face before sticking her tongue out and running the slick muscle across the right side of his shaft from the head to the base and back a few times.
Sorun felt his body jolt from the stimulation, to which he was left to both keep himself stable and restrain himself from outright tackling the warrior. While she no doubt would beat him in strength and skill in a fight, the urge made his mind image the outcome. The thought of ravishing the commander increased his arousal further, and the sight of her burning crimson eyes searing into his from the angle of watching her work fueled that fire dangerously.
Having enjoyed watching the brunet restrain himself mentally through the expressions he made, Riven proceeded to the true action of sucking him off, moving her lips to his head and enveloping the tip into her mouth. There her tongue rolled around the tip leisurely while her mouth sucked lightly on the tool. She lowered herself further onto the shaft until roughly half the length filled her cavity, before pulling back and letting the head escape her lips. She repeated the process a few times, taking care to coat the erection in a light cover of saliva for what she would expect later. She descended further on his shaft with each bob of her head, until the tip of his dick just barely punched past into her throat. All the while she heard the stifled moans and grunts of pleasure that rumbled from the soldier's voice, and softly giggled when he held his tongue from calling her name.
Pulling away from the shaft with a satisfied pop, she began stroking the erection more as she eyed him from below. "I must admit, Sorun, you have quite the pleasing reactions to something like this. It's cute really," she cooed.
"C-comma-" he began but grunted as he felt the grip of the warrior tighten on his shaft.
"I said to not call me my title in my chambers, Sorun," she said coldly.
"R-Riven…" he corrected, earning a smile from the white-haired commander.
"Good," she replied, easing her grip up once more on his cock. She stood to her feet before turning and moving to the bed behind her, seating herself on the edge. "Lay down, Sorun. The floor is too hard for me."
Sorun obliged to her order, walking to the bed and laying on his back atop the mattress. His body felt like it sank into air, the contrast of his usual bunk bed of springs like a wooden board to the cloudlike comfort. He couldn't help but sigh at the comfort of the mattress. Riven giggled.
"Comfy?" she asked.
"You guys have it nice in these beds…" he mused.
"I know. I remember my days on those planks in the cabin decks. Back was like a broken pipe every morning," she mused. "But don't get too comfortable, Sorun. You're not sleeping in my bed, just using it for the moment."
Sorun remember the whole situation at her statement and looked to her as she positions herself to straddle his legs. She leaned forward until her face was beside his cock once more, before returning the member back between her lips and resuming her assault on his shaft. Sorun couldn't say it outright but looking down to the warrior as she took care of his shaft, in the spot where she would normally lay for rest gave him a sense of triumph and power he hadn't experienced before. He sighed once more as the pleasure of Riven's lips as they moved back and forth on his cock made his heart race with excitement.
Riven, while she had only done this with one or two other members of Fury company and other soldiers in the past, enjoyed the welling of arousal that provided in pleasing another. While she figured Sorun held some underlying attraction to her, she had to clarify whether he was truly attracted to her as a soldier and warrior or as a woman. She was glad that while he spoke of the former, he desperately attempted to hide the latter. It made her feel happy to give some fantasy to a young recruit who otherwise had little reason to fight.
That and the plaguing horror of his face from the nightmares she has had made her wish to provide him some relief before what she had prayed wouldn't happen.
Sorun jerked up softly a few times as his level of pleasure was bringing him closer and closer to the edge his fingers beginning to claw into the sheets as he attempted to restrain himself from ending it so soon. Riven sensed his distress and pulled off his shaft, slowing her strokes down to keep him from finishing too soon.
"Now, now. I know I said this was a reward for you, but there's no reason for only you to enjoy it," Riven stated as she reached down to her boxers and pulled them down to her knees, sliding them off her legs and dropping them to the floor. She sat up and moved her body to straddle the soldier's waist, letting her legs sit on either side of his body. Sorun could see through the dim illumination of the moon's light and the candle within the room the full canvas that was the Noxian commander's body. Her taut and lean figure accented by the muscles that lightly bulged on her abdomen and arms, her modestly sized breasts peaked with hardened pink teats to compliment her light caramel skin, and the assortment of scars that told their own stories while giving a complex puzzle to an otherwise smooth and soft feel. Sorun wanted badly to excavate and explore the fighter's skin, discovering the tales of each, of what weapon, how deep, why, when, where, and so much more.
"Are you ready?" Riven asked drawing the soldier from his admiring stupor. He gulped and nodded, as the warrior raised herself up slightly and reached down, aligning his shaft to her core. She put her free hand to her mouth, letting a viscous wad of saliva coat her fingertips before reaching down and lubricating the tip with it. Satisfied with the slick feel of his head, Riven lowered herself slowly to engulf the soldier's erection, letting out a sigh as the thick member stretched her insides.
"Nnngh…you're a lot bigger than I thought…" she breathed. "I hope whoever has your attention back home treats you good for it…"
With that the commander let her body sink down to completely envelop Sorun's shaft, his girth stretching her insides and leaving a snug yet comfortable fit for the both of them. Riven was surprised at how well it filled her, and how even the smallest movement sent a spark of stimulation through her body. She slowly raised herself from his body, enough that when the soldier looked to their connection at his waist, he could see plainly more than half of his cock buried within her core. He only had the second to witness their link before she dropped back down to sheathe him within her.
The commander continued to rise and fall atop Sorun's waist, filling her core with his cock repeatedly. Her pace gradually increased as the pleasure did, and soon her mild pants of pleasure turned into moans of bliss. Sorun met Riven's cacophony of moans with his own, having felt nothing as satisfying as having her impaled upon him before. Even his former partner from the years past seemed insignificant to this sensation.
Sorun felt his hands itch from the lack of action, and his arms rose to firmly grasp the commander's teats in each palm. He groped and prodded the firm orbs, squeezing the soft flesh as his fingers seemed to sink into them. When Riven responded with mewls sweeter than before, he continued to molest her breasts stronger, taking care to include her hard nipples between his fingers and caressing the light scars that coated her skin.
He felt the sweat begin to pool between his digits and on his skin, staining his undershirt a darker shade of the grey color around his neck and his forehead. The fluids between them mingled heavily as their voices and their bodies did, her sweat with his, his steadily oozing pre-cum from his cock with her juices of excitement. The surplus of liquid seeming to coat his body made his mouth water, and looking at the expression of the commander atop him and her mouth parted to release sweet cries made him want to muffle her voice with his tongue.
As he attempted to sate his desire to kiss the commander, Riven ceased bouncing atop his waist. "H-hold on…my legs are…getting tired," she stated. Sorun was pulled from his daze and nodded, before moving his hands from her mounds to her waist. In one fluid motion, he spun them around until Riven was under him and he was facing down to her.
"T-then let me take the lead…" Sorun returned before moving his hips forward and back, sheathing and unsheathing himself from the commander at the pace she made previously. Riven's song of moans that erupted as his cock reached deeper within her made Sorun desperate for her climax. His eyes went hazy as the need and lust for the woman below him grew. Sorun grabbed the back of her knees and pushed her leg up to meet her chest, observing carefully the way his cock disappeared within her core with each thrust.
Minutes passed as the soldier continued to ream into the commander with reckless abandon, soon welling with his own climax. He could justify the expression she had with her lip caught in her teeth and the heightened pitch of her voice that she too was closing in on her orgasm. His thoughts filled with the idea of stuffing her body with his seed, then leaning in to capture her tongue in a lovingly sloppy kiss.
"S-Sorun…not inside…not safe!" she moaned placing a hand to his chest to warn him. He mentally swore as the image he had faded from his thoughts. Sheathing himself fully for one last velvety feel of her core, Sorun summoned both of their bodies to orgasm, Riven's womanhood squeezing tightly and pulsing against the hot shaft of the male atop her body. Sorun pulled out the commander quickly before placing his cock just above her navel and grabbing the shaft with his right hand, releasing his hold on her leg. Without delay, his cock erupted onto the commander's abdomen coating the scarred skin in white. A few strong spurts of seed flew further, coating her breasts in a few strands of fluid.
The two sat there in their post coital stupor, Riven's eyes closed as she regained what little strength she had in her heavy breaths of air. Sorun dropped his palms to her sides to remain standing, looking down to her in awe as he felt his body drain of energy. His eyes grew heavy, but he quickly summoned his energy to remain awake. He stared down at the commander, seeing her body lightly coated in his seed and visually worshipped her appearance. Something radiated to him about her, whether it was the strength she held as a fighter or the beauty she possessed as a female, he wasn't sure. All he knew is that he felt off without locking lips with her.
Riven sensed his rising admiration and frowned lightly, placing a finger to his lips to draw his attention. "D-Don't take this personally, Sorun. I will not lie, you are attractive and definitely sweet, but we are doing this purely to satisfy our bodies for proper sleep. It would feel wrong to make something out of nothing," she stated. The soldier looked down to her with disappointment oozing from his gaze. He internally screamed that he couldn't get her heart, feeling empty that the whole event seemed meaningless. He sighed deeply before nodding and moving away from her body, turning to the table to gather his clothes. Riven's frown deepened as she sat up. "Sorun…"
"No…It's fine. I shouldn't have been expectant of what was something so minor. I am your subordinate soldier, and I shouldn't look to break that when I haven't even fought with you," he returned without facing her. "It…it at least felt good. So I am grateful that you would permit me that."
Now Riven felt burning guilt within her body, looking down as she just felt like she blue balled the brunet. She stood from her spot on the bed, her legs slightly wobbling from the exhaustion and moved besides him. He finally met her gaze, and she cupped her hand to his cheek before pulling him down and placing a chaste kiss to his open cheek.
"It did feel good, Sorun. And I thank you for helping me with that," Riven stated. Sorun looked down, but felt something well within him as he looked back into the crimson orbs of the commander.
"No. Thank you for giving me something to fight for," He returned with a soft grin. Riven looked to him confusedly as he moved away from her and to the door of the room.
"I don't understand," she said. He opened the metal frame and looked back with a confident smile.
"Simple, commander. If there is nothing at home to justify my fighting, then I will fight because it is with you," he said resolutely. Riven lightly blushed at the sudden commitment within his words. "And who knows? Maybe I will fight long enough to actually turn nothing into something. Good night, Commander." With that, Sorun left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the commander to herself in the dimly lit bedroom of the ship.
Riven looked to the window behind her, eyes locked to the horizon. The ominous feeling that welled in her before now was burning painfully. Her heart seemed to feel like it was stabbing itself with both guilt and fear. She raised her hand to her chest as she walked back to the bar of the room and picked up the bottle of whiskey and filling the glass she presumed was his, before taking a long gulp of the burning substance.
"Hopefully…you will fight long enough…Sorun."