(lol I realized I had rushed this romance a bit. But in truth. I'm not good at slow builds. Sometimes preferring to just throw them in or have them pre-existing relationships.)
Lucy grunted as she woke up. Her form shaking quietly as she opened her heavy-lidded eyes. A faint chill going through her. Causing her to shiver the tiniest bit harder. Which only made the large warm arms constrict her even more. The constant vibrations resonating from the Elite's chest large and broad, the sound of two rhyming hearts only serving to make hers pound harder. Which she found soothing, his smell as well filled her nostrils… a smell of fresh leather... But she grunted again as she tried to stretch out, coming out of her doting daze. Hissing in pain as her side began hurting. The wound had begun closing, her implants helping her deal with the injuries at an alarming rate.
She thanked the UNSC for that one…
She grunted again and stretched her legs out, her legs twitching from the soreness. Along with the feeling of Sise moving his legs over onto her legs. Warming her up further. She smiled and scooted into his chest, her cheek seemingly pressed into concrete of pure being. His light snores filling the quiet air. His mandibles opening and closing as he breathed. He must've been pretty tired from how he hasn't snapped awake yet.
Lucy yawned again and tried sitting up after a bit longer of warming up, feeling pretty hungry. But was thwarted when Sise planted his massive hand on her chest and effortlessly put her back on her back. A little pmoof sounding. "Where are you going…?" He asked quietly. His head coming down to rub against her head. Sniffing her like a dog again. She blushed bright red and gripped his hand. Both of her hands not even being able to properly hold his hand.
"I don't know… we still got a long time until the operation…" She said, not able to really think of what she wanted. "I guess I wanted some food," Lucy whispered. Her hand running along his large, leathery palm. His dark purplish skin so tough yet relaxed around her. She smiled gently and giggled a bit.
His bright reptilian eyes shining at her laughter. His hand tightening around her. His hands accidently touching her breasts. She blushed and felt herself get excited. Her breath coming out heavy as she looked up at Sise. "You really won't leave…?" She said. Hopeful for something he already promised.
The alien snorted and nodded again. "Of course, I won't… I promised, didn't I?" He said as his large talons gripped her breasts harder. Her already shallow breaths coming out fast.
"Are you okay… I heard these… breasts are sensitive to females… is it true?" He said quietly. His four fingers touching her in this intimate place.
She let out a quiet moan that made Sise's hand grip harder. His eyes turning to a predatory way that made her . She closed her eyes a bit. Her form shaking in nervousness and pleasure… seemed like Sise knew his way around a lady. Even if a different species. "Sise… please…" She whimpered, trying to pull his hand away. She wasn't… ready. Not now at least… not while she was simply dealing with the fact that she had killed the one thing hunting her, the thoughts still seemingly close to pulling her over the edge. He grunted and stopped massaging her sensitive breasts. She huffed out a heavy breath and leaned against his chest. In their excitement, they had sat up, his large legs open and her between them.
He grunted, his dislocated purring strong against her. Like a handsome massage chair! She smiled and grunted, touching his leg. "Is this okay…? Is it normal? To be… this close?"
Sise touched a lock of her hair, twirling it around his finger. "I think you should be asking if it feels normal to you…" He said as he picked her up like a child. Bringing them both to standing. "Show me your wounds." As he said that, he had lifted her olive-green shirt up and checked her wounds and bruises. It was obvious he had noticed her sensitive side.
"Hmph… you seem to healing well. Do be careful. And I wish for you to see the medical officer." He rubbed her side, his large hand making her shiver again as she sat there like a little girl with her dad. Her blushed and looked away while looking for her uniform. He grunted, letting go of her and beginning to find his own pieces of his armor and hers if he found it. Obviously, he was quite hungry as well. He was a big guy after all!
"Are you hungry, Sise? Do you wanna go get something to eat with me?" She said, hopeful as she put on her fatigues, tied her boots up, and slipped on her TAC-PAD. Which lit up instantly with new personal messages. She tch'ed and checked them as Sise kept placing his armaments on. The messages came from Zach and her old squad she was assigned too. Seemed they weren't going to apart of the Relay operations. But they still were getting in touch with her. Since they've fought together a few times. She grunted and turned the wrist pad off. Turning to the now dressed Sise who motioned for her to leave the room.
When they entered the converted mess hall. Of which she ignored the numerous children's paintings and class rooms. All of which have been turned into debriefing rooms, stockrooms, barracks, and a plethora of different rooms. All of which was in use. A total opposite of the once interiors of joy and learning. Lucy felt a pang in her chest. The atmosphere surrounding them was desperate. So tangible you could feel it. People were scared. They assumed the conflicts were over. Well… most of them.
Lucy looked across the large open area. Multiple sections where people talking and eating. Along with others checking weapons, seeing to families and searching for their own. A wall covered in photos and crying mothers. An aura of grief, anger, and sadness filling the room.
It was nothing but a somber, crushing mood that blanketed the compound. No one was laughing. The short woman looked over to Sise, who was lumbering beside her. The only looks he got was wariness and salutes from his fellow soldiers. When they walked past the wall. She couldn't look anyone in the eyes. Her chest shaking as she heard the god-awful screams and sobs of a mother. Her face red and wet. Countless tears as a soldier held her. Her fists slamming against his chestplate. A picture of two blond haired boys on the old-fashioned picture.
Sise grunted and bowed his head. "So much pain…" He murmured as he sped up, his lumbering gait picking up. He didn't enjoy this either. Lucy simply nodded her heavy head and followed along to grab a bite to eat. Not speaking at all.
With the atmosphere. Sise and Lucy didn't end up talking, simply ending up sitting between multiple Elites, Kig-Yar, and marines. The Jackals yipped and barked at each other, snapping their gnarly maws at each other. Occasionally being struck by a commanding officer once they get too rowdy. The humans ignored them. Instead simply eating and moving onto their next shifts. News had spread around that the only UNSC ship had been blown out of the sky. Landing a few klicks away from the outside of the city. BEHIND the FOB base here. Which was good. And bad. Because their ship was blown out of the sky. Leaving them with hardly no advantages. But it got them plenty of new troops. It may not seem like it, but a UNSC ship can take a landing. Since the UNSC is kind of used to being destroyed unless 2-1 in a naval confrontation.
During the food, she had seen Sise playing on his own Tac-Pad. And each time he typed and snarled. He'd see Elites and troops move with urgency. Obviously, they knew who was in charge. She didn't say anything during that. It seemed like he was getting them to help with the compound.
As she stood up and deposited her tray, she looked at Sise and saw him coming with her. "I need to hit the infirmary and the armory… why don't you go and get the convoy ready, hmm?" She said quietly. Quickly patting his armor. They'd need to see the men they were travelling with and who he'd pick to come with. But anyways. She had things she needed to do. And the first stop was seeing the doctor.
When she entered the infirmary. It was a mess. Bloody bodies, rushing medics and doctors. Both civilians and military rushing to keep people alive, even some aliens too. But before she got caught up in things, she rushed over to a seated medic, requesting an exam. Which passed rather quickly. Seeing as she was healing quickly. Thought the doctor did give her some medi-gel to help it along. She smiled and thanked him before leaving the infirmary. And the chaotic vibe in the room. God, she pitied the medical personal.
When she left the area, she hurriedly made her way down the halls towards the bustling armory. Plenty of men going into the armory and coming out plated and ready for war. Many variations of armor and weapons coming out. And she knew exactly what she'd get.
She walked into the armory, looking to the left and seeing large tinted windows. Showing a mass of vehicles. From both Separatists to UNSC. Hundreds of men and women were running, marching and standing in formation. Blending ranks with the aliens as well. A building resistance. She walked past the open double doors. Getting her gear for the upcoming ride through hell. Her booted steps blended into the labyrinth of the oil depot. Stomps, yelling, clanking of machinery, in the distance was gun fire and varied explosions. It was obvious the UNSC and the Separatists where fighting hard to keep the lines tough. Lucy began checking her gear as she approached the convoy. Her hands gliding over her rifle that was limp on her, the strap keeping it close. Her bulky armor and BDU with a protective metal alloy and bulletproof vest along with extra ammo, grenade pouches, radio, two sets of MREs and her shotgun and assault rifle. With her police issue pistol and combat knife. A career in the military had forced her to keep all types of protection. The soldier was ready, in the zone as she looked up at the convoy, a mass of green Ghosts, Revenants, Warthogs, belt-fed LMGs and gauss hogs. And a M831 troop carrier, stocked to the brim with heavy weapon toting marines. These guys were really preparing for a drive through hell.
And as Sise had said, he was there, preparing his own arsenal as was others. Given free rein to choose any manner of weapon to bring if it meant victory. People taking advantage to grab either a launcher or the M739 SAW. One even grabbed a sniper rifle. Toting how he always was a good crack shot at home with womp rats.
"Are you ready?" A short, stout woman shouted, an officer. Her wool cap signaling her status as a field officer. She grunted and slinged her rifle onto her side and grabbed the M319 Individual Grenade Launcher. Grabbing an extra six shells and following Sise onto a gauss hog. She was put on the gunner and Sise with a fuel rod cannon.
And with a collective order display on the visors of the soldiers. The engines whirled up. Making the tires scerch against the pavement, and the hovering vehicles to speed ahead in a wiz. Taking point to scout ahead. Hands were on the trigger, eyes ahead. Turrets swishing around. There wouldn't be any help past a certain spot. They were on their own.