052 Sex
It started out like so many conversations had in the last few weeks. Carter met with Kat in her work space, locking them in as always to ensure they weren't disturbed while they argued. He'd brought the new list of possible replacements for Thom. Carter would go through the list, tell all of the positive and negative of each possible replacement. Kat would give one reason or another for why each of them were no good. The argument then always turned to Kat arguing that they didn't need a replacement at all—that the team was fine with only four members—and Carter arguing that they needed to be back to full strength. From there it turned to the two of them trying to shoulder the blame of Thom's death while the other tried to defend them from it.
It came to a peak this time. Usually it stopped at the blame, but the argument became more and more heated. The two stood, arguing about how it wasn't the other's fault. They stood inches apart, trying to intimidate the other into admitting they were wrong. In a flash, Carter had Kat pinned to the wall, and the two struggled for control as they kissed. Clothing was nearly torn away, tossed to the side. Mouths and hands traveled and explored places that they had only ever dreamed of. No taste or touch was enough as they fought to memorize every inch of each other. They reveled in the pleasure of being together.
They both were aware of how wrong what they were doing was, but they both ignored it. For the first time, the two felt happy. They were free of their worries, of their guilt, and of sorrow. They fumbled through the act. Neither really knew what they were doing, but they managed to figure it out. Once they got started it felt like they'd never stop. They tried to stay as silent as they could but found it difficult to stifle their sounds. The air filled with moans and the whispers of their names. If Kat minded the metal floor on her back she didn't show it, too caught up in the feel of Carter, of their actions.
Now they both lay exhausted on the floor of the workspace. Both were coated in a light layer of sweat and panting to try to catch their breaths. They didn't speak, afraid that they would ruin the moment.
There was a loud knock on the door and the two Spartans stared at it, waiting to see if the person would go away.
"Commander, you in there?" Emile's voice was barely audible through the door.
Carter hesitated, looking down at Kat. He then looked back to the door. "Yeah, I'm here. What is it, Emile?" He shouted loud enough that the Spartan on the other side could hear.
"Sir, the Colonel wants to talk to you."
"I'll be right there—once I'm finished." Carter regretfully moved away from Kat and she shivered as his warmth left her. "Just a moment."
He moved to his clothing, quickly getting dressed. Kat stayed where she was, watching him wistfully. He frowned at her. He set her clothing next to her and she came back to reality. She got dressed as well. Carter moved toward the door but hesitated. He turned back to Kat, pulling her to him for one last kiss before he made his way to the door.
The door slid back and Emile glanced in, looking over Carter's shoulder at Kat, who was moving back to her work table and several pieces of equipment she had there. He frowned, as though he'd been expecting to see something else.
"Let's go." Carter moved out of the room, glancing back at Kat before the door shut.
"What were you two doing in there, sir?" Carter started to walk down the hallway and Emile followed him. "If you don't mind my asking."
"We were arguing over a new six." It wasn't a lie, at least not a full lie. "Stay focused, soldier. The Colonel likely has a new mission for us."
Emile sounded disappointed. "Yes, sir."
