This chapter contains explicit smut. You've been warned.


I laid on my stiff mattress in the dark of my room, my hands folded over my chest. The bed was rather uncomfortable, but it was to be expected. When they were setting up my room, I told them to stock it with the same stuff as any other of the staff's rooms. A stiff mattress, minimal furniture, and a lockbox to store items. I had personalized the room at bit, adding pictures and posters to the walls. Quite a lot of the pictures were of Quiet, and the rest were members of staff, Motherbase, and DD.

I thought about Quiet. Was she always like this to me? Am I really that blind? I looked back in my memory, trying the find the signals I'd missed. Her looking at me in the chopper, 'accidentally' putting her breasts in my face while getting in the chopper, her watching me while out in the field, finding her watching me at Motherbase, putting on a little show when I came to visit her in her cell… Yes, I had been rather clueless. I guessed she had gotten tired of waiting for me to take the hint and make a move, so she did it herself. A rather memorable first move, I mused, my fingers ghosting over the mark she left at the base of my throat.

The door slid open, letting in light from the outside, and I sat upright, my fingers instinctively going for my tranquilizer pistol. There was no silhouette in the door, and it slid shut again with a metallic clunk. I relaxed then, putting the pistol back in its place behind the head of the bed, saying to the darkness,

"You came." I turned on a small lamp next to my bed, and Quiet rematerialized a few feet to the bed, still wearing her combat outfit, if it could be called that. There was a smirk on her lips and a predatory glint in her eyes, and I swallowed nervously, my mouth suddenly dry. She slowly walked over to the bed, her hips swaying like a ship in a storm, and I began to nervously edge away. Before I could move more than a few inches, she leapt on top of me with unnatural grace and speed, her hands landing on my forearms and pinning them behind me, while her legs pinned mine tight enough to stop me from moving. Just like in the helicopter, only there was no one to interrupt this time. Judging by the glint in her eyes, I wasn't sure sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

She leaned over me, putting her face just above mine, and I noticed she had let down her hair for once. It cascaded all around my face, creating a tunnel through which I could only see her face. I didn't mind at all. She closed the distance between our lips, and again it reminded me of inside the helicopter. A gentle kiss, no deeper than our lips, ended with her tugging my bottom lip in her teeth before pulling back up. She looked over my face, her own slightly worried, as though she was checking to see if everything was fine. I gave her a smile, and she returned it, wide enough to show a few of her neat white teeth. Satisfied that everything was alright, she kissed me again, although this one was anything but gentle. She plundered my mouth with her tongue and bit my bottom lip close to breaking the skin, occasionally breaking away to let me breathe, placing gentle kisses all over my face, and then back the same rough kiss. During one of those kisses, she moved her leg to between my own, moving her knee up and against my heat. I was only wearing a thin cotton shirt and a pair of jeans, and a generic white bra and underwear under that, so I clearly felt her knee and bucked my hips forward, trying to grind into it. I'd been very hot and flustered when I first got back to my room, and the need between my legs hadn't dispelled at all since getting off the chopper. I moaned loudly, muffled though it was by her lips. When I'd first got the room, I had it soundproofed, and I still regularly checked for bugs. It was meant to let me have private meetings, but I was very glad of it now. I tried to escape her hands, to let me take my own pleasure, but her grip was like a vice. and she moved her other leg to secure my own, leaving me trapped. I bucked and writhed, trying to get more stimulation, but I could do nothing as she teased me with her knee, gently rubbing between my legs and pulling away, leaving me whimpering as I looked at her face pleadingly. She moved my arms until they crossed over each other, letting her hold them down with only one hand, and ran her now free hand along the bed, across my face, my lips, where she leaned in for another kiss, and down my chest until she held one of my breasts through my clothes. Quiet drew little circles around the nipple, which hardened almost immediately, and gave a gentle squeeze which prompted another moan. I was already losing my coherent thought with her lips against mine and her knee pressing against my heat, and this new stimulation started to make me feel faint.

Suddenly she pulled away from me and stopped; all movement, instantly eliminated. I let out a whine, looking at her, wondering what she was doing. She released my hands and pulled me up a bit, enough so my back was clear of the bed, and tugged off the shirt I was wearing. She carefully reached behind me and unclasped my bra, pulling that off as well. She tossed both over the edge of the bed and pulled back until she was almost in a crouch above me, looking over my body with an intensity I had never experienced. I shivered in her gaze, which swept from side to side over my naked chest like a search pattern, analyzing every detail. I blushed, embarrassed even now, and raised a hand to cover my breasts. It was a stupid move and I should have realized, but when my arm moved, Quiet's hand shot out like a snake and gripped my wrist, tightly but not painfully. She forcefully shoved my hand back down, but didn't keep her grip, and I realized why a moment later when both of her hands landed on my breasts, squeezing them in her firm grasp. After a few moments she started occasionally rubbing the nipples with her thumbs. Her soft hands helt like silk on me and I moaned, savouring the feeling. I moaned again, much louder, when her knee went back between my legs, rubbing up and down and making little circles on my heat. I left my arms laying limply on each side of me, only occasionally digging my fingers into the mattress when Quiet found the right spot with her knee. After a while, she moved one hand away from my breasts and instead lowered her head, gently setting her lips around the nipple and sucking, occasionally lashing it with her tongue or biting, both of which made me gasp loudly every time she did it. After a moment she switched to the next breast, which was sorely lacking attention, while her hand came back up to the other breast again and continued her pattern of squeezing. I let out a needy moan, and moved my hand until it held hers, over my breast. She broke away from her ministrations on the other breast and looked up at me questioningly. I gently guided her hand down to my needy heat, where her knee was still rubbing. It felt amazing, but it wasn't enough, I needed to be filled.

"Please, Quiet. In-" My voice faltered, and I couldn't meet her gaze. "Inside. Inside me." She moved up over me again, pressing her own barely clothed body over mine, our breasts squishing together. She used her hand to turn my head, to force me to look in her eyes, and she tilted her head as she did when she was asking a question. At the same time, her knee stopped moving and her hand moved to my waist, holding me down when I tried to buck against her knee again. I whimpered, the lack of stimulation devastating, but I knew what she wanted. I looked right in her eyes, not that I had much choice, and said in a small voice that even I could barely hear.

"Please, Quiet. I-I want you inside me. Please."

She leaned down again and silenced any more pleas with a soft kiss, and I felt her unbutton my pants and lift up my legs slightly, sliding the rough fabric down my long legs and off. She tossed them to the floor, sitting up and examining me again, with the same intense look in her eyes. I shivered in her fiery gaze, and she ran a hand up one leg, towards my heat, until it met a scar on my thigh, a small, neat mark in the flesh, almost perfectly circular. I shivered again, this time not from her attention but from the memory the scar drudged up. The scar was from where she shot me, the first time we met. She kissed the scar once, and lifted my leg and kissed the rather more messy scar on the other side. She looked up at me, an almost… apologetic look in her eyes. Did she know where it came from? It wasn't the only bullet scar I had. The thought was shaken out of my mind when she let go of my leg and left a trail of kisses all the way up to my underwear, which were quite soaked by now. She placed a kiss directly on my entrance, and even through the fabric it was enough to make me let out a long moan. She lifted my legs again and gently slipped off my panties, and before she tossed them in the pile of other clothes she examined them more closely and gave me a knowing smirk. I blushed again, and looked away from her gaze.

She moved forward, no longer sitting between my legs, and laid on top of me, our breasts squished together and our faces within inches of each other once more. She leaned in for another rough kiss, and a few moments later I felt her soft fingers brush against my outer folds, and I let out a loud moan and tried to thrust my hips forward. Her surprisingly heavy body kept me pinned beneath her though, and all I could do was writhe against her teasing fingers that danced over my heat. I gave a loud whine, and she pulled away from the kiss, giving me a mischievous look. When my fifth attempt to try and shift her dense body didn't work, I managed to say, "Please, Quiet. Stop… mmmhhhhh… teasing me." Immediately, two of her teasing fingers because quite the opposite of teasing and plunged into my slick snatch, beginning to slowly move in and out. I nearly finished right there, as my back arched high enough to lift Quiet off the bed and a loud cry escaped me, my needy heat finally being satisfied after what felt like hours of teasing. She placed an arm on the tightened muscles of my stomach, pushing me back down to the bed, and leaned back down to muffle my near constant moans with her mouth. All I could feel was her soft lips held against mine and the intense pleasure from her fingers, which began to speed up inside me. My inner muscles tightened and twitched, trying to clamp down on her fingers that brought me these sensations, to keep her inside forever. Her fingers surrendered to the intense pressure, and instead began to curl inside of me, stroking my sensitive inner walls, seemingly searching for something. I realized what she was looking for when her fingers moved across a particular rough patch, and I was hit with an incredible wave of pleasure. I saw stars in the darkness of my closed eyes, and my body bucked and squirmed, completely out of my control. I felt a flood of my juices release and cover Quiet's hand and spill onto the bed, as I let out a loud scream that continued for a while before dwindling off into a moan and heavy panting.

I felt her lips on mine again, this time just a gentle press, and she pumped her fingers a few more times inside me, prompting more tired moans, and slowly pulled them from my heat. My body tingled all over, and I felt like every inch of skin was overheating. I felt her sit up and move her legs, back into a straddling position, and I opened my eyes, just in time to see her raise her hand, covered in my juices and glistening in the light. Quiet put both of her fingers between her lips and pulled her hand back slowly, sucking along the fingers the way you would suck a popsicle. When she finished, she gave an appreciative nod, and licked her hand a more few times. My eyes began to drift closed, my body thoroughly exhausted, and I felt her lay beside me, arranging herself so she could have an arm across my stomach and an arm behind my head for me to use as a pillow. The last thing I felt before I drifted off into sleep was her soothing lips on my forehead.