A/N: For those that came expecting another Stardust chapter (and didn't see my Tweet), I'm afraid this week's Stardust chapter is delayed. My apologies~
Thankfully this little fic is here to replace it~ Came out of the blue this one, but it hit a good note I feel; rough but intimate as it were. ''Hard but slow'' is the phrase I'd use to describe it~
That said, hope you enjoy~
In His Warmth
The stars shone brightly amidst the dark night, swathes of forest around with little artificial lighting to dilute the twinkling silver specks.
Even at the base, with its bright lights sparkling and the main hall dazzled up with various styled lights, failed to dim the stars above – stars that remained visible from the main hall's paned windows. The interior of the hall was much more lively compared to the night outside, with tables stacked high with food and drink and T-Dolls of all types filling the room, chatting away and having fun for the first time in a long while, taking a much-needed break after weeks of tough missions.
The Commander stood amongst them, smiling as he chatted with T-Dolls and partook in the festivities. Gradually he made his way around the room, making sure to take the time to talk with various groups of dolls so that everyone got their own turn, some taking up his time more than others. It wasn't long until, quite naturally, that he came across the forms of the AR Team; all of whom were clad in various dresses, most in black.
''Good evening girls.'' The Commander greeted with a warm smile. ''Having fun?''
''Yes, Commander.'' RO was the one to answer with a smile, the others murmuring agreements.
SOP on the other hand was much more enthusiastic. ''Hell yeah! I've been waiting to eat Springfield's pie for ages! I almost shoved my face in it and just-''
''Whoa, too much information, SOP~'' M16A1 cheekily called out. ''I didn't know you liked Springfield like that.''
''Eh?'' SOP looked puzzled. ''What'dya mean?''
M16A1 opened her mouth to speak – only for STAR to slap a hand over her mouth. ''Nothing. She just thinks you shouldn't talk about what a mess you made with Springfield's pie.''
''Gehehe~'' M16A1 chuckled in a distinctly mischievous voice.
STAR twisted her arm behind her back in response. ''Isn't that right?''
''Ow-ow-ow- y-yes! That was it!''
The Commander chuckled lightly at the byplay, casting an amused look over at RO... before only then noticing that the team was short one member. One quite key member, at that. ''Where's M4A1?''
''Oh, she's on the balcony.'' RO informed, pointing behind the group towards a pair of ajar glass doors. ''She wanted some time to herself, I think.''
The prospect brought a slight frown to the Commander's face but he hid it quickly, plastering a smile on and thanking the T-Dolls, making his way past them towards the balcony. The crowds thinned a little near the doors thanks to the chill the cold air brought in but he remained unbothered in his snug Griffin uniform, making his way past them and out onto the smooth balcony beyond, the noise from the main hall rapidly growing quiet and replaced instead by the cricketing of cicadas. And stood by the stone railing, was M4A1.
She looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. Clad in a dark blue dress with a flowery trim near the straps it hugged her body nicely, her slim shoulders and smooth back bare to him. Her creamy legs were partially bare too, her dress falling over them aside from the slit that laid one thigh bare to the chill. Her arms were crossed over each other as she leaned forwards onto the railing, and as he drew near he spotted the front straps crossing over her collarbone in an 'X' shape, leaving a fair bit of cleavage exposed to the night air.
''M4.'' The Commander called out lightly. ''What are you doing out here?''
''Ah, Commander...?'' The T-Doll's response was surprisingly subdued. ''Sorry, I just wanted some time alone... I'm not really the party type, anyway...''
He gazed at her for a long moment before stepping up next to her, one hand on the railing and his gaze on the stars. ''Wanna talk about it?''
''I don't want to bring down your mood...'' M4A1 shook her head gently.
His lips quirked up in vague amusement. ''Seeing you standing out here all alone has brought it down enough. At least if I know what's bothering you I'll feel better.''
The faintest edge of amusement twitched at her lips, and had the situation been different he imagined she would've rolled her eyes. Nevertheless, M4A1 soon spoke, and when she did it was slow and quiet.
''I've just been thinking lately.'' She admitted with a soft exhale, gaze also drifting up to the stars overhead. ''About myself. About by friends. About you... about us. About how fragile we all are, how easily we can be separated and broken down... how quickly we can lose ourselves and each other to factors beyond our control.''
The Commander remained quiet, allowing her to talk.
''I just...'' She pursed her lips, and then sighed. ''I'm worried. What if something bad happens to you when I'm gone? A T-Doll is replaceable, our memories can be rebooted, but you... you're like me, you can't. If you die, or go into a coma, or have something happen to you – nothing can bring you back as you are. You'll be gone forever... whereas regular T-Dolls, could theoretically live for centuries, if not forever provided technology allows it.''
M4A1 laid a hand over her heart, clenching her hand into a fist. ''I guess I'm just being melancholic. I've grown attached to the life I have now, Commander – to the life you have given me. And I don't want to lose it. Not now, not ever. If it were possible I'd stay by your side forever, but I know that can't happen. I couldn't allow myself to let that happen even if it was an option; Sangvis Ferri won't sit idly by. And I can't bear the thought of everyone else being put in harms way just so I could stay at home with you and my friends.''
She fell quiet, tempting the Commander to wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him. M4A1 blushed but didn't resist, laying her head in the crook of his shoulder and just basking in his warm, firm embrace, his facial hair tickling her forehead when he leaned down – planting a firm, reassuring kiss on her forehead, his hand squeezing her shoulder tight.
''Just don't think about it.'' Was his simple advice. ''We all have to come to terms with our mortality at some point.''
''How do humans deal with it?'' M4A1 asked quietly, almost mourningly.
''We don't.'' He said simply. ''We just ignore it. Some of us acknowledge it and promise to live without regrets, to varying levels of success. But most of us just ignore it; we bury ourselves in work, we get distracted by simple pleasures, we tell ourselves we'll grow old and pass away in our sleep without ever knowing of our impending end. It's all just a way of coping with an unavoidable fact. I don't see anything wrong with that.''
M4A1 was quiet but nodded slightly, resting against him. Neither said anything for a long few minutes, the loud murmur of the party behind them, nobody coming out to disturb them. It was only after a prolonged pause that the Commander shifted, loosening his hold on her shoulders and instead snaking a hand down, taking her hand in his.
''Let's go.'' He remarked, tugging on her hand. ''No sense in being all melancholic like this during a party.''
M4A1's lips twitched up into a faint smile, before she then looked away, speaking quietly.
''Commander... can you... make me forget? Even if just for tonight.''
He gazed at her for a second, glancing back at the party... before humming. ''Sure. Let's go back to my room; we'll have some more privacy there.''
M4A1 hummed softly and agreed, her hand laying daintily in his as they both sneakily departed the party, none any the wiser of it.
X-x-X
It took just a number of minutes to travel from the main hall to his personnel quarters.
Both were quiet the whole way, just a few murmurs shared to direct the other where to go. The hallways were empty with the party going on and only a scarce few T-Dolls were meandering about out on the grass, leaving nobody to see them and even fewer to stop them. Until at last they reached their destination; his room door clicking open.
''Here.'' The Commander murmured, sweeping an arm out.
M4A1 took the hint and stepped into his room, demure as she turned to face him, the door clicking shut as he stepped in behind her. They gazed at each other for a long moment until the Commander made the first move, stepping in close and slowly wrapping his arms around her lower back, enticing M4A1 to snake her lithe hands up his collarbone and over his shoulders, her arms loosely looped around his neck.
And then with a soft exhale he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers. M4A1 hummed softly into the kiss and returned it, eyes shutting as she savoured the gentle lip-lock. They pulled apart a few moments later but quite readily reunited their lips, kissing deeper, more intently. The gentle intensity preluded the hands that snaked down to her hips, both hands holding her waist and snaking one hand down, firmly grabbing her ass.
''Ah...'' M4A1 moaned softly under her breath, leaning back from the kiss – their lips hovering just an inch apart, leaving their breath intermingling between their waiting lips. ''Make me forget... Commander...''
''As you wish.'' The Commander murmured back, reclaiming her lips with force.
M4A1 moaned into the rougher kiss, her hold on him becoming firmer as he held her waist and turned them around – pushing her against the wall. Their lips briefly drew apart and allowed her to tilt her head back more, eyes fluttering shut as he mashed his lips against hers, muting her low moan. His lips broke apart from hers just a moment later, his lips grazing across her cheek before trailing along her jaw, soon finding new residence in her neck, planting themselves against her sensitive flesh and kissing it roughly.
A moan tumbled out of M4A1's lips, her head reflexively tilting to the side – shivering as his lips trailed along her neck, each kiss more forceful and nipping, sucking on her flesh and forming hickeys. The feeling of being marked left M4A1 panting, her cheeks flushing a rosy hue and another soft moan passing her barely-parted lips, her eyes soon screwing shut when he reached her jugular and sucked on it, both his hands holding her hips and pulling her body flush against his possessively, telling her who she belonged to. She got off on it; of being wanted, of knowing he would always have her.
''Mn... ah...'' M4A1 shivered as he cupped her cheek, making her look at him – and moaned as their lips rejoined in a rough, lip-mashing kiss.
They broke apart seconds later, their eyes meeting. The Commander held her gaze as he wrapped his arms around her – and M4A1 blushed darkly when he grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her up, prompting her to reflexively snake her arms around him. He bounced her a couple times in his grip until he had a firm hold on her, carrying her over to his bed and easing her down onto it, her dark hair splaying beneath her head.
And then he was upon her, his lips mashing against hers. M4A1 moaned in surprise, her hands sliding over his back and shivering when both of his hands groped her breasts through her dress, his touch alone turning her on. The Commander however wanted more than to feel the fabric of her dress; something that tempted him to grasp the criminally-thin latch just under her chin that held her dress up, and unlocked it. Without it the flowery straps of her dress went slack, allowing him to peel her dress down under her chest, her breasts bare to his gaze.
''Mn...'' M4A1's cheeks burned and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, demure.
Until the Commander pulled that hand away and dove back in, mashing his lips on hers. M4A1 moaned at the roughness, shivering when both his hands groped her bare breasts and squeezed them, pushing her plump tits together slightly. His thumbs slid over her smooth breasts and found her nipples, flicking the little nubs about and coaxing more muffled sounds from M4A1, her back lifting off the bed sheets as tingling bliss teased her chest.
He broke off the kiss a moment later, their eyes locking – before the Commander shifted down, planting a kiss on her right breast. M4A1 bit her lip and shut her eyes, breathing softly as he planted more kisses along her chest, his lips going between her plump, rounded tits and under them. His kissing lips took him back up to the top of her left breast, his lips parting; and M4A1 let out a gasp as he bit her tit.
''Mm...!'' M4A1 shuddered as his lips shifted over a little, nearing her nipple – and she gasped as he bit her breast again. ''Ah, Commander...''
''You're mine.'' He took her left nipple between his teeth, nipping it just enough to make her moan. ''Don't forget that.''
''Yes, I won't...'' M4A1 moaned softly, quivering as his hands slid up her thighs.
The Commander hummed approvingly, leaned upright, gazing down at her. His hands shifted to her inner-thighs and pushed her legs apart, darkening M4A1's cheeks as her lacy dark blue panties were laid bare to him - -lasting just a few seconds before he hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down her legs, tugging them off her feet without bothering to take her heels off, leaving the fancy footwear on even as his hand moved between her legs.
He didn't finger her, but he most certainly touched her – his fingers sliding over her pussy lips and gently rubbing her off. M4A1 moaned at the feeling, tipping her head back with a quiet exhale of arousal, intimately feeling his fingers draw a circle around her clit before sliding his hand to her thigh, squeezing it. His other hand nudged her dress to the side to leave her lower half bare, her cheeks darkening as he then unbuckled his belt, his pants soon finding themselves shoved down to his knees, allowing his erect cock to spring out.
''Ah...'' M4A1 gazed at his cock, equal parts embarrassed and aroused, watching as he got between her legs and laid one hand on her thigh.
No words were spoken as he lined himself up with her pussy, the head of his cock prodding her soft folds and nudging them apart a little, his cock sliding along her slit several times in an almost teasing manner. Then without further fanfare he pressed himself against her entrance and pushed in, his cock going in dry and spreading her walls apart, pulling a gasp out of M4A1's throat.
''Ahh... C-Commander...''
He went slow but strong, prying her inner walls apart until he was fully sheathed inside of her, their pelvises touching. The Commander then shifted more on top of her, planting his hands on either side of her as he leaned over her; and with a low, stifled grunt, he reared his hips back and pulled his cock halfway out – only to force it back into her with a sudden, sharp thrust.
''Mm!'' M4A1 grunted with a slight wince, biting her bottom lip.
Without really any foreplay it was rough, his cock going in dry and hurting her a little... but the pain was arousing in the moment, rather than ruining it. Thus M4A1 offered no complaints as the Commander repeated the motion, pistoning his cock in past her walls and hitting her innermost parts, pulling out slowly only to roughly slam his dick back into her, each impact making the T-Doll flinch.
His hips weren't the only thing moving however; the moan that bubbled out of M4A1 soon becoming stifled as he leaned down, kissing her on the lips. It was a rough, forceful type of kiss, silencing the T-Doll as she leaned back into the bed, shivering as his hands found her wrists and pinned them to the bed – leaving her completely at his mercy as he slowly slammed his cock into her aching pussy, his shaft scraping her walls and his balls hitting her ass.
''Mn... you're really tight tonight...'' The Commander murmured.
''Ah... I wonder why...'' M4A1 cracked a faint smile.
He flashed her one in turn, both of their smiles remaining as they kissed deeply again; her moan of pleasure muted by their locked lips. Slowly he shifted both her arms above her head, allowing him to pin both her wrists with one hand – freeing his right hand and letting him grab her left tit, groping her plumpish breast. He was rough in how he handled it, sinking his fingers into her breast and manhandling it about, hefting and squishing it freely.
Until M4A1 wriggled her right hand free and grasped his wrist, guiding his hand off of her breast – and to her neck. The implication was obvious and he didn't deny her it, his fingers curling around her lithe neck and squeezing. Instantly she tensed, her vaginal walls clamping extra tight around his dick and coaxing a groan out of him, his thumb pressing down on the front of her throat as he applied more pressure; choking her out.
''Ah... h-haah...'' M4A1 panted, her thighs jerking each time he slammed his cock into her.
A powerful shudder travelled through M4A1 as he leaned down, mashing his lips domineeringly against hers even as he choked her out. She reflexively tried to moan but ended up making more of a rasping sound, her body starting to twitch as his cock slammed into her dry sex harder, the hand squeezing her throat leaving her light-headed, aided by the breath-stealing kisses than left her dizzy.
The sound of flesh smacking together became more frequent as his hips moved forwards faster, his pelvis hitting hers with a loud slap. M4A1 however grew quieter; her moans silenced and her gasps becoming breathless rasps as he pressed his thumb forcefully onto her throat, making it harder for her to breathe – a slight tensing of his fingers curling his hand tighter around her throat, fully stopping her from getting air. M4A1 began to wheeze, holding her breath made impossible as he started slamming his cock into her pussy harder, almost abusively with how roughly he moved; the rough, dry sex ironically getting her wet.
''Guh... ghk... h-haah...'' M4A1's eyes started to roll back a little, head lolling limply against the sheets. ''Guhk... g-gkhh...''
Until he squeezed her throat extra tight – and then loosened his hold. Immediately M4A1 coughed raggedly, gasping in air only to choke on her own spit; shuddering violently as he mashed his lips against hers in a kiss. She buckled, spasming under the Commander as he pounded her pussy raw, the claps of flesh becoming louder and more rough now that she was wet, his dick stuffing her completely and reshaping her tender walls to better suit his large size.
Then his lips left hers, allowing M4A1 to gasp in some much-needed air, whispering out her words. ''You're getting close, aren't you?''
''Yeah.'' He kissed her quickly, running a thumb over her lips and wiping the drool away. ''I'm doing it inside.''
''Yes... that's fine...'' She blushed demurely, taking his hand and guiding it back to her neck. ''Do it... mark me more...''
The Commander agreed, curling his fingers around her throat – and with a low, lustful moan he went to town on her. His pelvis loudly slapped against hers and his cock drove itself in deep, hitting her innermost parts with vigour; wet slaps escaping her pussy as he entered her, his length glistening with her arousal. The wetness allowed him to slide in easier, relentlessly fucking her like she was naught but a sex toy to put his cock in.
His fingers applied more pressure to her neck as he fucked her, thinning her air supply. M4A1's mouth hung open, tongue limp as she panted, her inner walls tightly hugging his cock as he plunged between them, quivering around his shaft as he got faster, his length throbbing and pulsing against her wet walls as her head grew lighter and oxygen became non-existent.
Until at last the Commander peaked, grunting – before with a hiss he slammed himself balls-deep in her and came, flooding her pussy with his milky seed. She wheezed at the feeling, convulsing against the sheets and squeezing his cock tight, milking more spurts of cum out of him and feeling him paint her inner walls white with it. Her light-headed state only made it more intense for her, feeling him fill her up.
And then at last his grip on her neck loosened, and with a slow exhale he reared his hips back, pulling out and allowing some of his cum to slowly seep out of her.
''H-Haah- kk, hk-!'' M4A1 coughed as she could breathe freely again, his hand leaving her throat. ''Hah... that was intense...''
''Mm.'' The Commander breathlessly hummed, laying his hands under her back and helping her sit upright – his lips pecking her cheek a second later. ''Up.''
M4A1 shivered at the order and nodded slightly, rising up to her feet – letting out a soft moan when he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her. She snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him back wholeheartedly, the make-out session heated but intimate. They broke away from it after a prolonged few moments, left panting by it and gazing into each other's eyes, before with a light hum the Commander offered her a hand, one that she took – letting him lead her across the room over to his window.
And then as they stood before it he stopped her, making her turn to face him. Without the straps her dress was practically falling off already so he helped it down the rest of the way, tugging it down and causing it to fall to the floor - leaving her completely naked in front of him aside from her heels. M4A1 blushed at that, sitting down on the edge of the window ledge and crossing her legs, the moonlight spilling over her bare body and presenting a picturesque pose for him.
''I ever tell you you're beautiful?'' The Commander murmured, lifting her chin with one finger.
''A few times.'' M4A1 softly confirmed, smiling shyly.
The Commander chuckled, leaning down and claiming her lips in a kiss. M4A1 hummed happily into the kiss, the two gently making out as his hands went for her breasts, groping them lightly. The previous bite marks left her boobs sensitive, especially her nipples, making his massaging gropes pleasurable for her. His hands soon left her tits though and went to her thighs, rubbing them and breaking off the kiss, coaxing her up to her feet.
The window itself was a little into the wall; a small section of wall present before it reached the window itself. M4A1 blushed as she found herself planting her hands down on that wall, squishing her breasts between her arms and bending herself over at the waist, heeled feet shifting further apart as she presented her ass to the Commander. He flashed her a slight smile as she did so, grasping her waist and rubbing the tip of his still-hard cock against her slit, prodding her folds.
And then at last pushed into her, igniting her nerves. ''A-Ah~''
The Commander groaned in response, squeezing her waist and sliding all the way into her, his pelvis bumping against her ass. He didn't retain a slow pace for more than a few initial thrusts, his hips pulling back and plunging him in faster and faster – until soon he was pounding her raw, her ass jiggling lightly each time his pelvis roughly smacked against it.
''Ah, ah, ah, ah~'' M4A1 shut her eyes and let her moans escape freely, her naked body jerking forwards slightly each time he slammed into her pussy. ''Harder, Commander...''
In response he released her right hip and grasped her dark hair instead, bundling it together - and then pulled on it. M4A1 gasped, her head forced back as he pulled her hair; driving his dick balls-deep into her with every rough thrust. She couldn't lean her head forwards thanks to the hand yanking her hair, his grip loosening several times only to become firmer moments later, pulling her back and eliciting a gasp from her throat. His thrusts grew faster, clapping her ass as he hit her from the back, sending shudders and spasms up her bare body from how roughly he pounded her.
A hand on her breast made M4A1 shiver, pursing her lips as she tilted her head over her shoulder – and the T-Doll moaned as their lips met in an over-the-shoulder kiss. His pounding thrusts made it hard; their lips constantly jerking apart, but they fixed that by slipping their tongues out and tongue-wrestling as they fucked, the resounding smacks of flesh joined by breathy panting.
''A-Ah, haah...'' M4A1 panted as they broke apart, gazing into each other's eyes. ''Pull harder.''
The Commander smiled tightly and agreed – yanking her hair. She gasped, arching her back to almost painful levels; the position made more strenuous when he pounded himself balls-deep in her even faster, jerking her hips forwards from the force of his powerful thrusts. Her fingertips barely touched the little ledge under her, unable to reach her palms down, soon tempting her to grasp the walls on either side of the window for support instead.
''Mn... someone... might see...'' M4A1 panted, feeling a bead of sweat run down between her bouncing breasts – gazing out the window at the expanse of grass on the edge of the base. Few walked out here, but it was just a matter of time until someone took a walk...
''Let them see.'' He nipped her ear, making her moan. ''Let them know you're mine.''
''B-But...'' She submissively mewled.
A hard thrust coaxed a yelp out of her, shuddering as his other hand groped her breast roughly, hefting her right tit about as his other hand kept pulling on her hair. Her thighs buckled as his pelvis smacked against her ass harder and harder, speeding up by the second, his next orgasm nearing swiftly. M4A1 wasn't far off herself, her vaginal walls clamping tight around his pulsing cock, the cum inside her pussy acting like lubricant and letting him slam into her sex vigorously.
''Yes... almost...'' M4A1 rasped, shutting her eyes. ''Ah... I-I'm- Mm!''
At last she came; a rush of raw, ever-desired heat flooding her pelvis and seizing her muscles up, a moan tumbling out of her throat the next second as she came. The Commander rammed his cock into her mid-orgasm, making her squirt a little – and M4A1 cried out in surprise when he pulled out, slapping her ass with his cock and shooting a thick rope of cum up her bare back, his seed splattering along her spine and between her shoulder blades. Multiple more shots followed the first, hitting her back and growing shorter with each subsequent spurt, the last few landing on her ass.
''Hah...'' The Commander slapped his cock against her ass a little, panting heavily – before with a groan he released his rough hold on her. ''I think that's enough for tonight, yeah?''
''M-Mm...'' M4A1 shivered in agreement; her knees about ready to give out.
Even a masochist had their limits, after all.
Given her state however M4A1 began to stumble towards the Commander's adjoined bathroom, panting but wanting to clean up lest her sisters see her in such an embarrassing state – only to be stopped when the Commander cupped her cheek, tilting her head to face him.
He said nothing for a prolonged few moments, their eyes remaining locked.
And then he planted a kiss on her forehead, pulling her into a light embrace. ''I won't leave you, M4. So enjoy life whilst you have it. Promise me that.''
''...I will, Commander.'' She nuzzled his shoulder, relaxing. ''I promise.''
Humming in approval the Commander loosened his hold on her.
And when he came into the bathroom with her, taking the time to wash her body with soap-laden hands as she did her hair, she could feel her melancholic thoughts drain away along with the sweat and cum stuck to her body, the rough sex contrasted by the gentle intimacy he gave her.
So whilst their eventual fate remained worryingly unknown... at least for now, she could admit to indulging in the warmth.
In his warmth.
[END]