Hello! I am sorry I just realized that I didn't post a content warning on this chapter like I said I would. It contains mature themes and is a bit sexually graphic. Terribly sorry, was in a rush to post and didn't think about which chapter it was.

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When the skyranger lands the squad doesn't find the Commander on the flight deck, rather Lieutenant Banks, Captain Zhang and Doctor Tygan. Central carries the lifeless small body off the ship and places it on the gurney. The Doctor doesn't seem to be as eager as usual Bradford thinks. It might just be that the thought of there being an actual child in one of these things bothers him as much as it does the others. In flight he could see the squad looking at the body he held on his lap. Each of the team members had been there when the second suit was found, but this one seemed to make them all nervous in some way.

"Najjar, will you accompany the Doctor to research and hand off what you savaged?" The CO asks before turning to Hack, "and Pak have those files transferred as soon as possible." Both soldiers are quick to comply.

Central starts to pull off his armor as he turns to Banks. "The Commander?" He inquiries. Zhang directs one of his rookies to take the CO's gear.

"Her quarters, Sir. Incoming transmission from the Spokesman," Banks says. "I believe she is briefing him on your findings." Bradford nods and heads for the lift.

He knows she won't be waiting to welcome him home like a soldier from war. How could she? Still it would have been a nice homecoming to see her beautiful face when he walked off the ramp. There is a need to see her now, while he still has the adrenaline of engagement coursing through him.

When he reaches her quarters he hears her say come. She is sitting at her desk as he enters; she closes the comm behind her and turns to stand. "Commander," he says.

Seeing him standing there she feels like she is going to cry with relief. When he hadn't responded on the comm, she felt sick to her stomach. This is exactly why Ravel's XCom had rules and regulations. Even when Crawley confirmed all the team was accounted for she knew she wouldn't relax until she had him back on the Avenger safe.

"Central," she says, keeping a professional tone hoping her voice doesn't give her emotions away. "I was just briefing the Spokesman. He tells me there are already indications that our earlier strikes have sent waves through the ADVENT network." She turns and pulls up several transmissions he sent her.

Looking back at Bradford she can see an intense look in his eyes. He isn't focused on the transmission, but looking at her. She feels her mouth go dry as she tries to speak. Feeling his eyes looking her up and down. She wishes he would say something; when he doesn't she finally turns back towards the terminal unable to bear it any longer.

He is silent. Each word that falls from her lips builds his arousal. He knows what he is feeling is a combination of things - the adrenaline of the mission, their being apart and then the most powerful thing - his unending desire for her. Bradford slowly walks up to her. She feels him behind her, standing close as they listen to the recording of the ADVENT communication. There is the smell of smoke, mixed with his sweat. It permeates her nose. She finds her heartbeat quickening. Still as the transmission ends, he remains quiet.

She reaches for the controls and she feels his hand touch her. It sends a surge of energy through her. He grasps her forearm like that day he playfully kissed her to show her he could be flirtatious too. This time he slowly turns her around to face him. Reaching up he slips his hands into her hair, twisting his fingers into the silky long locks. He pulls her towards him, as he moves closer pinning her to the desk. She can feel his hardness. She's never felt him this - this solid she thinks. He has always been passionate when it has come to their love making, but now there is a raw energy to him. She realizes she is getting wet and he hasn't even kissed her.

He moves his mouth to hers. Kissing her roughly, unable to get enough of her. She lets her arms slip around his neck, her fingers feeling the short shaved hair at the back of his head and round his ears. She raises one of her legs rubbing it against his - he grasps it under the crook of her knee and yanks her closer to him. This shouldn't be what they are thinking about or doing she thinks, but suddenly there is nothing more important. It needs to happen and it needs to happen now.

She feels him reach up and pull open her blouse as he begins to ravage her neck. Buttons fall to the floor around them. He gropes her breast before pulling back the fabric of her bra. His fingers tweaking her nipples, making them stand to attention at his command. She rests her bottom on the edge of the desk letting her legs hook around him. He hears her moan softly in his ear as she nibbles the lobe. Her murmurs driving him mad.

Bradford pulls away from her and she is left confused for a moment. Her chest heaving trying to catch her breath. His look sets her on fire. He quickly pulls her off the desk and turns her around bending her at the waist over the workstation. Her chest and face flat against the cold metal surface.

She feels his hands pushing up her blouse as he bends over kissing the small of her back as his hands slide down the outside of her legs. He grips the hem of her skirt and slowly draws it up. Hiking it up to her waist. Her arousal heightens and she wants him desperately - feeling him take her, taking what he wants. He lets one of his hands slip down and his fingers trail up her thighs between her legs. He feels the wet fabric of her panties, rubbing it. She wiggles under his touch, whimpering. He has done this to her - she is dripping for him.

The Commander hears him hastily undoing his belt and pants. The fatigues rub against the back of her legs as he pushes them down making her knees weak. She feels him rub himself against her covered slit.

He sees her moving to get up and he places his hand on the small of her back pressing her down again. Pulling her soaked panties aside he places the tip of his penis just at her entrance. She attempts to rock back to get what she desires. He places slightly more pressure on her back holding down, stopping her. The Commander submits to him; the only movement is her exaggerated breathing.

He grips her hips, his strong hands squeezing her. She gasps in a combination of pain and deep pleasure. He thrusts his hips forward while pulling her to him, impaling her on his shaft. She cries out as he enters her striking her back wall. She feels his balls brush her clit and the sensation causes her to express a low throaty moan. It teases her as his fingers once did.

Central doesn't give her a moment to adjust or accommodate to the feeling of him inside him. He begins his assault. Gripping her hips driving himself into her. Hard fast thrusts taming her to his will. She grips helplessly at the smooth surface with her nails trying to gain some sense of control. He doesn't let her. Pulling out just to the tip, feeling her body relax believing she has a moment before he once again enters her with a grunt.

Keeping one hand on her hip he reaches up with the other and places it on her shoulder. He feels her tighten around his cock and pulling himself deeper inside her. She can't think, waves of pleasure wash over her. Placing her hands flat on the desk she pushes back. She wants it rougher - he grips her hips harder, she feels the slight bruising begin to take form under his touch.

She comes for him, over and over crying his name. Her body unable to take the rush and at the same time begging for more. Wanting it harder and faster, never stopping until she dies from the pleasure.

He can't hold on much longer. He grunts. Her body coursing under him. Her wetness greasing him. The sweat, her perfume and - he can smell her sex, he can smell them. Closing his eyes he focuses on his cock sliding in and out of her. He loves the way she feels. The way she holds him. His body starts to stiffen and she thinks she feels him getting even harder than before. "Oh God!" she cries as her mind crumbles under him as he comes. He thrusts and holds still momentarily before driving into her again.

She comes with him. Moaning yes, yes, yes, in a breathless whisper.

Bradford's grip on her relaxes. He lets his fingers slip down her back as he slowly pulls out of her. She lays there still trying to catch her breath. He reaches out to her, pulling her up to him. Both of them breathing heavily he holds her, kissing her softly. She touches his face, resting her head against his. "I didn't hurt you...did I?" He asks. She shakes her head as she leans against him, whispering no.

Her comm chimes. She chuckles and smiles at him hearing it. He kisses her once again. She takes a deep breath and calms her breathing reaching for the comm to open it. "Commander here."

"Commander, we have an incoming UFO entering the sector," Banks' voice came over the line.

"We'll be right there." She says watching Central start to make himself presentable as she closes the line. Looking down at herself she assesses her own ability to walk out on the bridge.

He sees what she is thinking, "Sorry about the shirt." He reaches up, his fingers touching the skin just between her breasts. She smiles at him. "I couldn't help myself." He leans in and kisses her before she steps away from him pulling off her clothes.

She comes back quickly in pants and a long sleeve t-shirt, running her fingers through her hair. Slipping into a pair of sneakers she walks back to him.

"You're sure - I didn't hurt you?"

She gives him a small smile and kisses him, "no...you were" she exhales a quick breath, "we need to go before I need you again." She kisses him and turns for the door.