Like most medibays, under the sink, she was able to find packages of plastic combs and toothbrushes. With a sigh she combed through her hair, tied it up in a ponytail, bangs hanging loose and scrubbing her teeth clean with a fresh toothbrush. She threw the empty packages in the trash and tousled her ponytail, running out of ways to stall before heading back out of the bathroom to meet Wyoming. She hated having to see him again under these circumstances. She got on fairly well with the older gentleman but she was wary of him now she was aware of all the things he had done to her friends. He also kidnapped her. There was that as well.
"Would you hurry up in there?" He called through the door. She guessed she was out of time. She sighed and opened the door, stepping through it and following along behind him as he lead her out of the medical ward.
"Where are we even going?" Newbie asked after a while, feeling frustrated.
"It's just a little farther, old chap. Be on your best behaviour." Wyoming warned.
"I have no best behaviour." New Hampshire replied.
"That's what worries me." He opened a door in front of them and ushered her inside, not accompanying her any farther. She glanced back at him worriedly, suddenly less mad at him and more clinging to the familiar and the fairly safe. He shot her a look of sympathy before he closed the door. It echoed through the room and she stared at it for a moment in defeat. She was just going to have to cope with whatever was in the room with her. Or rather whoever.
"Welcome." An old sounding British voice said from behind her. She spun her heels, turning around to face the centre of the room. There was an elderly man sitting in a chair facing some holo screens in front of her. "I've been waiting for you."
"Er.. sorry?" She responded, hand on the back of her neck.
"You're the daughter of Javier Martinez, correct?" He asked, gesturing for her to come closer. He may have been an old man but she wasn't stupid. She stood her ground. "I wasn't at all surprised when you joined Project Freelancer all those years ago. Although I was very interested to find out you were Allison Church's love child. I was surprised the director didn't try to have you taken out."
"He did, he was.. unsuccessful." She responded, coming a little closer, curious.
"I see. It seems most attempts on your life were unsuccessful, for example, the Insurrectionist's capture of you. Was very impressed when I heard about that. Not surprising the child of two of the UNSC's greatest soldiers was able to survive that. Shame they weren't around to see how far you've come." What the fuck was this guy's angle?
"Yeah, shame." She replied, eyeing him suspiciously.
"That's a lovely ring you're wearing, not engaged are you?" He held his hand out to her to place her hand in so he could analyse it closer.
"He died." She responded shortly. "Shame about that too."
"Yes, I imagine it would have been a lovely match." He let go of her hand. "Now, down to business."
She was directed to stand beside him as videos and images flashed up on his hollow screen. She recognised the planet slightly, she knew it but she'd never been there. She was confused, why was he showing her all this, why all the personal questions? What did he want?
"Of course you're wondering why I'm showing you all this."
"Correct." She responded.
"This is Chorus." He continued. "One of the last planets colonised but the UNSC before the great war. Due to the war, the planet was long forgotten about by the UNSC and was left to govern itself. Unfortunately, very poorly so. Which is why Chorus is now in a civil war. I've called you in to help."
"Uhm..." she started.
"And I suppose you're wondering, why you?"
"Yes, actually I am." She replied indignantly. "I was in the middle of something."
"Well, we selected you because, aside from Wyoming and Maine, you are the only freelancer save for Massachusetts left alive. And we'd rather not be interacting with criminals. So you had to be called in. You and a team I've carefully selected will be tasked with helping the war efforts. I'll have Felix fill you in."
"I think I'm ready to try again." New Hampshire said looking at North from her spot on the bed, as he sat in his chair.
"Try what?" North replied, half looking up from his book.
"Sex." He dropped his book.
"Are you sure?" He questioned her, worried it would go catastrophically wrong again but also hoping it went spectacularly.
"I'm sure. I love you and this is a part of our relationship that I want. I mean if you want to as well that is." She said awkwardly.
"No, don't be silly, of course I want to. I just don't want you to push yourself before you're ready." He picked his book up off the floor and placed it on the desk in front of him. He got up from his chair and sat on the bed beside her.
"We got pretty far last time, we could try again, but maybe we could just get straight to it, no fingers."
"Uhh, I mean if that's what you want." He responded a littler unsure.
"Why don't we just wing it this time?" New Hampshire asked, trying to be helpful.
"How about you take the lead? You control how fast we go and if you want to stop, you're in complete control." He suggested.
"Well okay, I'm not really sure what I'm doing through, I've never done this before." She said unsure.
"That's okay, baby, I'll help you." He replied encouragingly.
She folded her own book closed and put it on the desk beside her bed. She untied her hair, wanting everything to be different than what happened with the Insurrectionist. Tugging her t-shirt over head she climbed into North's lap and brought his over his head too. She placed his hands on her hips and brought their lips together. The kiss was soft and sweet. He rubbed circles on her hips with his thumbs, just like he always did. And she brought her fingers to his hair, tangling them in his thick blonde locks.
She hungrily kissed his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip a little, surprising him. He smiled into the kiss, brining his hands up to touch her clothed breasts. She reached behind her to unclasp her purple bra. She didn't have as wide a variety of colours now, since she'd thrown away all her white, pink and red ones; too many memories.
He brought his hands round to her back and massaged her neck and shoulders while she ditched her brazier. She let out a deep breath and kissed at his neck, him letting out another satisfied moan. She shifted herself a littler further forward, rolling her hips into his. He rubbed his thigh between her legs and she let out a shaky break.
"Like that?" He asked. She nodded and he did it again, slightly faster. This time she let out a light moan. "That's better."
"Stop teasing." She nipped at the skin of his jaw and fiddled with his belt buckle. He mover her hands out of the way and undid it for her, lifting her up so she could remove his pants completely. She lay back on the bed, letting his hands run up her torso up to her tender globes massaging them and rolling her nipples between his fingers. She moved her hands to her jeans, frantically trying to unbutton them. She'd never felt like this before, this desperate, this short of breath. She tore open the front of her pants and tugged them down her hips, swinging a leg over North's waist to flip them over. She pulled her jeans off the rest of the way and went back to sitting in his lap.
She moved backwards and forwards on his hardening member, psyching herself up. She let out a quiet moan or two before reaching down between them, wanting to touch him there again. She remembered his reaction last time so she tried to be gentler and not get him as close as she had. She was curious, though she'd made out many times before, even when she wasn't with North, she'd never gone this far with a person.
He let out a groan and squeezed the flesh of her breasts harder. She let out a moan of her own and moved to rip off his boxers completely. He leant her a hand in this and placed his hands on her rear, massaging the neglected flesh. She raked her nails gently down his torso, over his fine toned muscles. He kissed her neck, being a little less gentle than he had previously and he was met with a wholly positive response.
They rolled over again so Newbie was on her back and she slowly moved her hands down to her panties. Biting her lip and furrowing her brow for a moment, she decided eventually that she was ready and slipped them off her hips, down her legs and tossed them to the floor. She felt tingling downstairs and she got goosebumps as North brushed past the skin of her stomach.
She let out a gasp as his erect penis touched her bear folds. "Nathan." She breathed.
"Are you okay? Do you want to stop?" He asked, making eye contact with her and ceasing his assault on the flesh of her ass.
"N-no. I-I like it. This is okay, I'm okay." She exhaled, his hands traveled up her sides moved to cup her face.
"I love you and I'll never, ever hurt you. If you want to stop, just say so. Don't be afraid." He pressed a soft peck to her lips and held her for a moment.
"I'm not afraid when I'm with you." She responded and moved a leg up and wrapped it around them, pulling him closer. She brought a hand up to hold his jaw and then kissed him deeply. "I love you." She whispered between breaths. "I'll always love you."
"How'd it go?" Wyoming asked as she shuffled out of the room, feeling a mixture of emotions she had yet to process.
"He, uh, he asked me about North. He knew who my mother was. He mentioned not being surprised when I joined Project Freelancer. How long has he been watching me?" New Hampshire's eyes bore into the floor in front of her. She looked up at her companion with deep, dark circles under her eyes and worry lines than didn't go away when she relaxed her face. Tears pricked at her eyes as she thought about her fallen fiancé.
"He got out, he made it out and he could have been free but he spent this whole time searching for me. And now, because of that, he's dead. I killed him." She sobbed. Wyoming stepped forward and she flung her arms around him, holding onto him tightly, as if he was her only anchor.
With that, he plunged into her for the first time and she let out a gasp. He cupped her face and brushed away her bangs. He held still for a moment, looking her over to make sure she was alright.
"Are you still okay? Do you still want this?" He asked, looking at her with concern written all over his features. Her hands slip up over his back and shoulders, pulling herself closer to his body. She hurried her head in the crook of his neck and let out a shaky breath. She took a few more before answering.
"Okay, I'm ready to continue. I still want this, I love you." She replied. Behind his back her hands slid further upwards and gripped his shoulders.
"Okay baby." He replied, wrapping one hand behind her back and propping himself up with the other. He moved his hips and started thrusting into her. He was slow at first, being very gentle and making sure to be everything the insurrectionists weren't.
She brought her other leg up around his waist and rolled her hips into his. He let out a groan and kissed her neck. She was letting out very soft gasps and moans, gripping his shoulders tightly. Between breaths she lay quick pecks on his shoulder and neck where she had been hiding her face. He repositioned himself and she let out a strangled moan, much louder than the rest of them.
"You like that?" He panted, vigorously thrusting into the same spot.
"Oh~" She gasped out. "Oh my god." She replied, gasping into his shoulder.
"Yeah? That feel good?" He asked, smirking a little, his cocky side coming out.
"Please don't stop. Ugh!" She groaned, her legs fighting around his waist. He was at full pace now and she connected their lips. She wanted to feel his mouth on hers, to kiss him passionately. She attacked his mouth with her own, leaving frantic kisses all over his swollen lips. He took over then, slowing down the kisses and making the whole affair much more passionate. A knot bean to form in her stomach and she gasped for a moment, recalling a similar thing happening when the sleeveless soldier had raped her.
"Are you okay?" North asked, her gasp sounding different from the pleasure filled ones he'd been hearing earlier.
"I'm fine." She replied, breathing heavily.
"Are you sure? It doesn't sound like it." He responded, cupping her face and brushing her cheeks with his thumbs. "Tell me what's wrong?"
"There's a knot in my stomach and I don't know what's happening."
"Well it means you're getting ready to orgasm, you're gonna come soon." He replied, wondering what all the bother was for.
"But, I felt it when h-he was doing it to me. The building, this pressure."
"Hey, it's okay. That's the body's natural response. It may have been arousal but that doesn't mean you liked it or deserved it. Arousal does not equal consent. It's your body's natural response to these kind of activities. It's okay to be feeling this way." He explained, she nodded, a tear running dow her cheek, he brushed it away.
"So it's normal?" She asked, looking at him so innocent and so worried.
"Perfectly normal. If you're not ready to go any further we can stop now, we can try again later if you want. It's okay, we'll get there." He stroked her cheeks. Kissing her forehead and wiping away her tears. She buried her head in his shoulder, letting out shaky breaths. She took a few deep ones and managed to calm herself down.
"No, I'm okay now. I want to keep doing this. The farther we go the more I lose him and gain you. You're making it go away. I won't ever forget but you've made me stop thinking about it. A little at first, but every touch, every kiss. All the moments I'm with you what happened goes away. I want to push it as far back as we can, I want to love you the way lovers do and not think about them." She replied pushing her hips back into him.
"Okay, remember I love you." He responded, respecting her wishes.
"How could I forget? I love you." She replied.
They flipped over and she took the lead, straddling him and moving herself up and down. She was awkward at first but with his hands on her hips to guid her and his thrusts up into her she got it eventually. Soon he was sitting upright, holding her flush against her chest and she was riding him like a pro. She ground her hips into his and let out moans confidently. Him groaning and kissing her neck. She lightly raked her nails down his back and he moaned.
"Do that again, harder though." He responded, loving the feeling of her nails down his back.
"I don't want to break the skin, I don't want to hurt you." She responded, breathing heavily and bounding in his lap.
"You won't hurt me, it's okay. I want you too. It's okay if you break the skin a little, I like it." He told her, massaging one of her breasts with his hand, the other knotted in her hair.
"Okay." She exhaled heavily and continued her pace. She brought her hands up his shoulders again and dragged them down his back, slightly harder this time. Her rhythm on his cock was good but she just wasn't quite getting what she was looking for. He repositioned her slightly so he was hitting her spot again and she let out a whine.
"Oh!" She cried, gripping his shoulders and digging her nails in. He groaned and she dragged them down his back, skin breaking and going an angry red colour.
"That's right," He panted. "Just like that, baby."
He thrust up into her, matching her rocking and keeping the pace. She bucked her hips into his and the knot formed in her stomach again. The soles of her feet burned like she'd touched ice and she cried out.
"Oh god." She moaned.
"Fuck, I'm getting close. Are you doing okay?" He grunted.
"I think I'm going to..uh!" She moaned halfway through her sentence. Her muscles started to tense up and he legs started to shake. "Yes! Yes I'm close, oh god." She only felt pleasure from doing this and like magic, everything she had been through was melting away, at least for now.
"Oh yeah, that's good. Ugh!" He said in-between groans and grunts. "Come when you're ready baby, I'll guide you through." He told her, panting and probably close himself.
She let out a whine and clenched her pelvic muscles, unconsciously squeezing his member. He let out a surprised groan and bucked his hips into hers. She rolled them over so she was laying on her back again and matched his thrusts, so they were moving in unison still. She was so close and this was more than she could have ever wanted. This was the first time she was hoping for with North when she first dreamed of being with him.
"Nathan." She moaned. "I'm so close."
"Fuck I love it when you say my name." He groaned. "Just let go baby, come for me. I'm ready too."
"Oh god." She whined. "Fuck," She swore. "I don't even know if I know how." He laughed.
"Just let your body take control, don't think about it." He kissed her with another passion filled kiss. Her legs shook, muscles clenching and she cried out. She felt an explosion of fireworks and she felt like she was going to burst. The pressure she was feeling relaxed and she felt airy. The knot in her abdomen came undone and a sense of calmness washed over her, muscles relaxing.
She felt him release and he groaned out, louder than he had previously. He held her close as he gathered himself, the strong feeling taking over him for a moment. He propped himself up over her, panting, looking over her lovingly. He held her fece gently with one hand, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. He reached onto the floor to grab his t-shirt and boxers. He tugged his t-shirt over her head and pulled the blankets up over her, sliding his boxers up his legs and then cuddling into her. She turned around to face him, nuzzling into his chest sleepily. She tangled her legs in his and closed her eyes.
"I love you," She whispered one last time, and slipped into a blissful sleep.
"I love you too." He kissed her forehead.