Just a minor drabble inspired by "First Strike". Short and sweet, if not really good. Flames will be used to cook Thanksgiving turkey, pumpkin pie, and hot chocolate.
Disclaimer: I don't own Halo.
Halo: Interlude
"What do you think, Sarge? I mean, about her? Sure, there's that Marine-Navy thing to get over, but I can get past that…" ~Corporal Locklear about Warrant Officer Polaski, First Strike pg. 153
They came from two completely different worlds, they had almost nothing in common. He was a Marine, the kind of guy who loved fighting the enemy and drinking with his pals in any local bar. She was a Navy pilot, capable of flying through the worst possible conditions to bring him and his cohorts to the battlefield. He was a grenade ready to blow, she was cool under fire. They only had one real thing in common: their hatred and fear of the Covenant. And none of that explained why they were currently in the landing bay of a captured Covenant flagship, hidden in what was left of the Longsword fighter that had somehow carried them through a Covenant firestorm intact.
Locklear stripped the flightsuit from Polaski's frame, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman beneath—for a swabbie, she had an amazing body. Dirty blonde hair fell all over her face, his arms, and the deck of the Longsword as he lay her down on her back. She reached up, fumbling with his ballistic armor; he shrugged out of it and assisted her with his fatigues. Within seconds the were wrapped in each others' arms, hidden away from everyone and everything, not caring about anything for a little while. They knew the odds against them were high, and the chances of survival were slim, but it didn't matter. Right now they were stealing a few well-earned moments to themselves, away from the battlefield and the prying eyes of their COs.
"Damn, Polaski," he muttered as he rolled onto his back, exhausted.
"Wear you out already, Locklear?" Polaski chuckled. "Or was that the Covenant?"
"Who says you wore me out?" Locklear grinned as he pulled her on top of him, kissing her again.
"Maybe I haven't quite done it yet," she whispered as they continued where they left off.
In a little while they'd be dropping out of Slipspace, near what had once been Reach, and possibly into a Covenant hell. Locklear had no doubt the Ell-Tee would be calling them to the bridge soon, and that meant he'd have to deal with the Spartan again. Still, he was enjoying the Navy pilot's company as long as he could. If I get outta this, I'll have to get her number. It was rare for a girl to get under his skin, but Polaski did—and for some reason he didn't mind in the least.
