Author's Note: All properties are the rights of their respective owners, Marvel, Respawn Entertainment, etc.

Sometimes I wonder if I am any good at this whole writing thing. Then I see things like this Halo show, done by 'professional' writers, and feel a bit better about myself.

Alright, we really are getting very near the end of this story, so close that I can say, for the last time, that there is explicit sexual content at the end of this chapter. In fact, this whole chapter is focused on the two main romantic relationships and getting them to where I want them to be at the end of this story. As a result, some people may bounce off this chapter, and I understand, this isn't the end of the story, just of these subplots.

So for this topic I needed an appropriately romantic song, so I went to Judas Priest, specifically one from one of my favorite albums, Screaming For Vengeance. That song is the closing track from that album, 'Prisoner of Your Eyes,' a sort of metal ballad that I think fits quite well. Also, I have been listening to quite a bit of the band for a while, and I've been really enjoying it. Give it a listen and let me know what you think.


Power Without Question – Chapter 113: Prisoner of Your Eyes

Love is blind
And love deceives you
You came along and captured me
Now I'm a prisoner of your eyes
Trapped in time
I cannot leave you
I'm just a prisoner of your eyes


"Here you go ma'am, have a nice day," droned the US Customs agent as he returned Mary Jane's passport. After enduring the eight-and-a-half-hour flight and then another half hour dealing with customs as she declared her shopping from France and a few souvenirs from her time in Symkaria, the Associate Editor was eager to return home, and to see her boyfriend. "Next!"

Relieved to finally be through the bureaucracy, the redhead grabbed her carryon bag and strode towards baggage claim. Looking up at the clock, Mary Jane noticed that it was well past four pm local time, even if to her it felt much, much later. Glad she wouldn't be expected back in the office until the next day, the Bugle reporter spent a moment cursing the jet lag. At least she'd have the night all to herself.

That was good, because she wasn't dressed for the office. Felicia had been insistent MJ wear something acquired during their shopping trip the previous day, and so the redhead was wearing a pair of faux leather pants that hugged her legs and rear, a pair of tan boots rising to her knees, and a strappy top that exposed most of her shoulders as well as a fair amount of cleavage. If she'd been wearing anything other than what Felicia's friend had given her that morning underneath the top, then MJ was sure that the shirt wouldn't cover it. The whole ensemble was daring, at least for her, and MJ found it exciting just to wear, but mostly she was excited for Peter's reaction.

Newfound confidence became certainty itself as she strutted through the airport. Mary Jane arrived at the baggage claim, hopeful to find a somewhat shellshocked brunet staring at her with an open mouth. That hope slowly faded as she saw people looking at her with hungry eyes, but none of them were her Tiger. The prospect that he might be late once again instantly soured her mood, and she pulled out her phone, desperately hoping not to see a text informing her she got all dressed up for nothing.

Looking down at her phone, she saw nothing, and put it back, not hiding the pouty expression growing on her face, when she saw something odd. Across the room, it looked like there was a window open that hadn't been before. Knowing what that window might mean, the redhead began picking her way across the baggage claim, head on the swivel. Stepping out from around a column, she almost plowed straight through someone coming the other way, only for them to sidestep her and spin around with seemingly superhuman reflexes.

Once her mind registered what had happened, a smile as warm as the feeling in her chest graced Mary Jane's lips, the redhead turning around to the plaid shirted blur she had almost hit. "Hey Tiger," she greeted upon seeing Pete's face, his hair was messed up in the way it always was after he took off his mask, the brown eyes looking her up and down, getting wider with each passing moment before the first hint of lust addled darkness crept into them. "You hit the jackpot."

Pete, as eloquent as ever, failed to muster a verbal response, which was just what MJ had been hoping for the entire flight back. After a few seconds of looking like a fish out of water, the Webslinger finally managed to stammer out, "I uh… MJ, yeah. You…."

She didn't let him finish, instead deciding to move things along by grabbing Pete's hand and pulling him to her, and at least he knew what to do for there. Their bodies and lips came together for a brief but passionate reunion in which MJ made it as clear as she could that she had missed him, at least without doing something that would get them in trouble. When MJ was finally satisfied, she pulled her tongue from Pete's mouth and leaned back, but Pete still had his arm wrapped around her and seemed to be in no rush to let her back away. "I missed you, Pete," managed the redhead through a few heavy breaths.

Peter, of course, wasn't even the least bit winded, but he couldn't hide the blush that was working its way up his neck. Placing her hand on Peter's chest, MJ could feel the taut muscle under his shirt and the suit beneath, exciting her as much as the strong hand pressed against her back. "I missed you too," replied the Webslinger, finally letting MJ go and taking an awkward step back. Gesturing to MJ, the brown haired scientist continued, "Wow, you look… wow."

"I don't think 'wow' is an adjective Tiger," she giggled, but she did a little spin for him, enjoying this far more than she should. "But I'll allow it," conceded the redhead with a smile. Stepping back closer to him, the Associate Editor traced her fingers up his arm as she stood up on her tip toes and whispered, "And now for the real reason I asked you here," into his ear.

Peter gulped, "Uh huh?"

Eyes looking past her boyfriend, Mary Jane saw something that made her smile, "To get my bags," she whispered in his ear. With that, she took a step back and gave a cheeky grin, "Don't worry, I'll thank you later," she assured.

Peter nodded, trying valiantly to keep his eyes on her face, and only failed when she leaned forwards a bit and drawing his gaze downward. They came up quickly, but found MJ giving him a knowing smile, prompting Peter to redden again before turning away to retrieve her luggage. "Now I know why Felicia dresses like this, it's kinda nice," admitted Mary Jane as she waited by unashamedly watching Peter work his way across the room. She got to appreciate the perks of being home, like the fit of Peter's jeans, or watching him pick up the bags she'd struggled immensely with as if they were empty, before heading back her way.

"Where to?" he asked, "I assume you want to drop your bags off and then what?" The Webhead seemed t realize further clarification was needed. "I'm up for anything."

As if on cue, her stomach grumbled, and MJ had to choose between her two desires. "Dinner first," she finally decided, noting Pete's disappointment. "Something quick, Micks?"

"Works for me," replied Peter as the couple set off for the AirTrain.

"And after that," began MJ, getting Peter's attention by batting her eyelashes, "We can go back to my place, I'm sure we can find something to do for the rest of the evening."


Guiding the Eagle Speedster up the driveway, Felicia brought the car to a stop inside the garage alongside her Jag and put the parking brake on. Across from her cars was an open spot where Cooper's beloved Viper usually sat, indicating she was the first one home. Hardy had just gotten back from dinner with some friends, a dinner she had gone to alone, but not for a lack of trying. She had asked, teased, even pleaded to try and convince Cooper to take a night off, but the Pilot had resisted her efforts and left before she did, heading for the Sable International base facilities.

Her fist had clenched, knuckles going white as she thought of that, and the Thief forced herself to calm down and take a breath. She knew what was bothering him, he'd woken her up in the middle of the night enough times because of it for her not to know, but he was afraid. His confidence had been shaken, not in his abilities, but if they'd be enough. Whatever had happened on Hill 323.4 had convinced him that he was incapable of what he valued, and Felicia was fairly certain she had that figured out too.

The heiress decided her best course of action would be to wait for him to get home, not letting him slip away somewhere and throwing himself into cleaning and checking his gear as was his wont. Heading inside, Felicia slipped off her shoes and found the bottle of wine she had started drinking, alone, the previous night and poured herself a glass. Sipping at it sadly, the Thief lost track of time, somberly recalling that she had gotten this bottle before they had left for Symkaria, intending to share it with Matthew upon getting back, only for her boyfriend to refuse when she offered. It seemed that he had sworn off alcohol, not even touching his favored whiskey as he pushed himself more than she had ever seen before.

She had just downed the last of her second glass when she heard the distinct rumble of Matt's Viper enter the garage, and the platinum blonde got ready to confront the Pilot. The door from the garage opened, and Felicia was almost surprised at the man who came through. Cooper looked tired, ragged, his hair unkempt and stubble noticeable, his face looked drawn, and his usual healthy tan had faded. He was still strong, he was even more muscular than before, and Felicia's eyes were drawn to his strong arms that strained against the fabric of his shirt, but whatever feeling she had for that were overpowered by the shock of noticing how he was clearly favoring one leg. "What happened?" she nearly shouted, shooting up from her seat and rushing to Matthew.

"Oh, this?" asked Matthew as he picked up his leg and lifted his shorts to give her a look at it, "It's nothing, just came down wrong doing some parkour is all."

"Came down wrong?" shot back Felicia, "Matt, it's swollen!" It was also turning a couple of ugly colors. Felicia had suffered a few sprained knees over the years, and that looked like a nasty one. The fact that he was able to walk at all was a good sign, nothing was torn hopefully, but she still could feel the pressure building up from all the questions taking form in her head. "When did this happen? Tonight?"

"Nah, it was three, maybe four days ago I think," he replied, his tone still nonchalant as he set his bag down.

"And you've still been working out? Have you been taking it easy at least?" she pressed, unable to prevent her anger from building up and that anger from making its presence known. "Well?"

"I mean, sorta?" he replied evasively, trying to head past her, but Felicia grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and kept him there. "I'm not rerunning the course to try and beat previous times, just trying to keep it within a few seconds."

The platinum blonde couldn't keep herself from stretching the fabric of Matthew's shirt as she held it tight. "Sit. Down," she ordered through clenched teeth.

Not giving him any choice in the matter, the smaller woman summoned all her strength and practically dragged him to where she was sitting and shoved him into the chair. Felicia heard him say, "Darlin'…"

"Don't call me that," she snapped, her anger finally getting the better of her, but the wine probably wasn't helping. Stomping towards the fridge, Felicia took a breath, letting the cool air cause her to simmer down as she pulled out some icepacks. "Not when you've been treating me like this. Pushing me away when I want to help you!" the platinum blonde struggled to not shout, slamming the freezer shut instead. "Please, Matt, let me help you."

"You do enough Felicia," tried the Pilot, his attempt to allay her not succeeding in the slightest. He extended his hand, that winning smile of his appearing, alluring her as much as it ever had. "I can take care of this; I'll ice the knee for a bit and grab some painkillers."

For a second, Felicia was tempted to accept, but stopped herself short. "And then?" she pressed.

"I'm going to clean and stow my gear," answered Cooper as if it were obvious.

But it wasn't the one she wanted, so she tried again. "And then?"

"Pack, for tomorrow," he said, "I'm heading for the range."

"When are you planning to come to bed?" she asked, fear giving way to despair.

"When I'm done," replied Cooper as he pressed the icepack to his swollen leg, we. "Two, maybe three o'clock?"

"But… I miss you Cowboy," implored Felicia, her voice starting to tremble, "Doesn't that mean anything?"

"It does," his expression was sincere, enough that the platinum blonde did truly believe him. "I don't want to hurt you like this, by doing what I'm doing. I just… I'm afraid I'll end up hurting you more if I don't."

"God damnit," cursed Felicia, feeling the last dregs of hope vanish, shoulders slumping to match the loss, "I knew it Matthew, you're trying to be a big damn hero." Her words seemed to strike a chord, given his noticeable flinch. "I get it, you want to protect me, you're afraid to lose me. So you're doing the noble self-sacrifice thing." Her eyes tried to come up to meet Cooper's, but she couldn't find the strength. "I … can't do it Cowboy, I just can't. You might be afraid of losing me, but right now I am losing you."

Afraid of saying too much, or perhaps not enough, Felicia turned and made for the stairs, not sure from whom she was trying to hide the tear rolling down her face.


"Thanks Stan!" called out Peter as he held the door open for MJ, the short order cook offering him a wave that the Queens Native returned before letting the door close. The two had just finished dinner at their favorite local dive, which, to both of their surprise, had switched from Italian back to a breakfast and lunch sandwiches menu. But the couple shared their customary basket of fries, which were as good as ever, and enjoyed seeing Stan, who seemed to always be there when they stopped by.

Stepping out onto the bustling Manhattan streets, Peter cast an appreciative glance at his girlfriend, wondering if it was just the fact that he hadn't seen her in a very long time that caused him to find her more attractive or if something about her had changed. Whatever changes there might have been, Mary Jane clearly was making little effort to hide them with her current attire, which was a change that Peter ha noticed right away. The redhead had never been out of shape, but now MJ had a body befitting the most dedicated joggers Peter saw when patrolling Central Park. Toned legs and trim arms with a just a little bit of muscle definition that the Webslinger found undeniably attractive only added to everything else he liked about her. Her hips also had more movement than he recalled, perhaps from spending a lot of time with Felicia. Most of all, she had her hair down, red locks flowing back and falling over her shoulders. Peter had to resist the temptation to run his fingers through it during dinner, and now, seeing it from behind only brought that temptation back.

The redhead then turned back and caught him staring, prompting Peter to blush and Mary Jane to smirk. MJ then extended her arm back, offering Peter her hand. Accepting the invitation, the Webhead took his girlfriend's hand and stepped up alongside her, "What now?" he asked, "It isn't that late."

There was still plenty of daylight left, and while he had suggestions, this was MJs first day back and he was going to defer to her. He would have understood a movie or show, or even just walking around the city again, Peter would have been okay with anything, just happy to be spending time with his beautiful girlfriend after months apart.

In response, Peter got an exaggerated yawn, "For you Tiger, for me it's quite late. Can you take me home?" she requested. "But since you're still so full of energy, would you mind helping me take care of a few things?"

"Uh, sure?" replied the Wallcrawler before he noticed the look MJ was giving him at the tone of his answer. "I mean, sure, absolutely, no problem, happy to help," he rambled, prompting a giggle from the Associate Editor. "What do you need me to do?"

"Me," replied the redhead without missing a beat, the answer causing Peter to come to a stop as he processed the answer and looked down at his girlfriend. She seemed to be enjoying this, as she turned to face him and pressed herself into him so he could feel warm ridges beneath the thin fabric of her abbreviated top, pressing against his chest as she whispered into his ear, "I've missed you Tiger, and want to show you how much."

Instead of responding, Peter simply set off, guiding his girlfriend back to her apartment with newfound urgency. The desire he had been containing since first laying eyes on her was quickly coming back to the forefront. Though, judging by the way he felt MJs hand squeeze his, he wasn't the only one buzzing with excitement.

The couple didn't speak much during the walk back, having caught up during dinner. MJ vented about her reports being censored to remove mentions of Hydra from her reports, which was something she couldn't talk about over the phone. Peter had been worried by that but didn't press MJ about it. Similarly, he had told her of the new costumed guys he had come across, how Miles was progressing, and his work at the lab. He had hinted that he wanted to look at new apartments when his six-month lease was up the following month, she seemed receptive to helping him look. Ultimately, Peter wanted to try and move in together, hoping to take the step with MJ that he hadn't been able to before they broke up.

In place of speaking, their hands did the talking, Peter feeling her delicate fingers trace up his arm or dance across his chest, sometimes running along his chin and through his air. Each movement only served to make his breathing more ragged and pants more constricting. Peter was more restrained, but even he couldn't resist the temptations of the redhead walking alongside him. His arm was wrapped around her waist, keeping her close, but that wasn't always enough. First, Peter's hand drifted down the curve of her waist until coming to a stop cupping her firm rear, feeling it move through her pants with each step she took, his fingers pressing hard enough to dig into the pliant flesh. Spider enhanced senses could hear Mary Janes quickened breathing, feel her heart beat a little faster in her chest, and Peter was emboldened to go a bit further. His hand trailed back up, past her shapely hip and along her thin waist until it was tucked under her arm. With a bit of effort, he was able to caress her breast with his fingers, causing her breath to hitch right as they came up to her apartment building.

Peter wasn't sure who broke first, maybe both at the same time, but neither could contain themselves any longer. He pushed MJ's shoulder, guiding her down the dark alleyway next to their destination while he himself was dragged by the belt to the same place. As soon as they were out of sight, MJ's hands ran down his torso until they reached the hem of his shirt and worked their way back up. Her fingers glided across the thin material of the Spider-Suit he had on underneath his street clothes. Peter backed her into the brick wall, one hand still cupping her butt and the other finally going through her hair as he dove in for a kiss.

Their lips locked and mingled hotly, tongues soon getting involved as one of MJs legs came up until it was in line with Peter's hip while her hands pressed against his unyielding muscle, moans coming from each of them as the situation spiraled out of control. When their lips finally separated, their breathing was heavy, "Damn suit," she muttered, clear annoyance in her husky tone.

Peter wanted nothing more than to get it, and the rest of their clothes, off, but he had to calm down first if they were going to make it up to her apartment without drawing too much attention. With some reluctance, he grabbed MJs arms and took them out of his shirt, an iron grip preventing much effective resistance, at least until MJ leaned forwards, her breasts pressing against his body. That was enough to get Peter's little remaining willpower to give way as he pushed her back against the wall, pinning her arms above her head, "Damn tease," he whispered back before resuming their kiss.

Mary Jane evidently took his words as a challenge as she thrust her hips out, grinding against the front of his jeans and his already excited member. It was too much, and Peter's lust-addled mind remembered that MJ's apartment was right above them. Pulling back suddenly and concentrating just long enough on his sixth sense to determine that there were no cameras or onlookers around, he pulled MJ close to him. Instinctively, she hooked her arms and legs around his body as he said, "Hang on."

That was all the warning he gave before firing off a webline from his freehand and pulling the both of them up the building. The sudden ascent prompted MJ to whoop excitedly and squeeze Peter tighter, causing their bodies to rub against each other until they reached the window of the redhead's apartment. It seemed that Mary Jane found the shot of adrenaline to be a turn on, because she was pawing at Peter's back and pressing her lips to his chin and ear, making it very difficult for him to get the window open.

Mary Jane straddled one leg, grinding her hips along his jeans while her hands began unbuttoning Peter's shirt while he fiddled with the latch. When he finally got it open and shuffled them towards it, putting one leg through, he felt a petite hand go down the waist of his pants and across his groin. Groaning, the Webhead lost his balance and the two took a tumble through the window, only his superhuman balance keeping them from crashing down on the floor. While Peter was focused on staying upright, MJ seemed dead set on getting his clothes off and pulled his shirt over his head. As soon as that was off, her hands trailed down the hardened white legs of the spider emblem on his chest, before both of them started on his pants, with him undoing the belt while Mary Jane set to work on the button and zipper.

A fiery but brief kiss occupied their mouths as they both worked Peter's pants off and toed their own shoes, each article of clothing flying in a different direction. Now, the Queens Native stood in just his Advanced Suit, feeling awfully exposed in the tight body-hugging fabric, especially the noticeable tent he was pitching. All of which Mary Jane was looking at with hungry eyes, the curve of sweat-slicked skin visible above her top rising and falling with each breath. "Fuck, I missed all of that," whispered Mary Jane, probably not intending for Peter to hear the words. But she took a deep breath as she licked her lips and nervously brought her hands to the hem of her own shirt, "My turn."

Peter stood there in awe, watching as MJ lifted her shirt while trying to hide her nervousness, but the Queens Native didn't understand why. Each inch that the shirt went up revealed more pale skin, only now there was well trimmed muscle underneath. More striking than that was what she was wearing, a set of lacey underwear, a violet set that complemented her hair perfectly, hugging her curves but hiding what it covered. The garter belt wrapped tightly around her stomach, accentuating her womanly features. When the shirt came all the way off, it revealed a similarly colored lace bra that framed her perky and perfectly shaped breasts that were perfectly proportioned to her frame. The low-cut fabric barely rose high enough to cover her nipples and tempt him with the exposed flesh.

He couldn't help but stare at her breasts as she got the shirt off and gave him a nervous smile before turning around, leaning forward as she worked her pants off to show the last of the lace that hugged her backside, though only just. Turning back around, letting him get a full view of the entire ensemble, Mary Jane struck a pose as she noted the expression he wore. "Well Tiger, are you going to welcome me home?"

It was at that point that Peter remembered how much he had missed Mary Jane.


Zipping the last bag closed, Matthew slung the bag of ammunition over his shoulder and headed downstairs, setting it down next to the other bags and eight guns he had arrayed by the back door for his next range trip over the last three hours. Standing back up, the Pilot felt a spike of pain come up through his leg and looked at his sprained knee. The swelling was down, but it still wasn't a pretty sight with the discoloration, probably from how much he had done after injuring it. The painkillers he had taken when he got home had worked their way through his system and so, with no more prep needing to be done, he decided to take a break.

Setting his jaw and letting out a breath through his nose, the Marauder got a fresh ice pack from the freezer and sat down at the small table in the kitchen. Pulling out a second chair, Cooper propped his leg up and draped the ice across his knee, feeling the cold sting on his skin. Now, with no pressing matters, unable to move much, and left alone in the dimly lit kitchen in peace and quiet, Cooper had some time to take a breath and think.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he muttered, and for the first time in probably too long, he really thought about the question. The answer his mind automatically came back with was obvious, he wanted to be at his best, he didn't want to be the reason he lost anyone he cared about. Everything else came second to that, but the night's argument had been a blunt reminder of the consequences of that decision.

Running his hand through his hair, Cooper grumbled incoherently, not sure what to do, since he was unable to stop completely, but knew that he couldn't keep going like this. He needed to find a balance in a life where he wasn't expected to be ready to go at a moments notice, a position he hadn't been in… ever. Mentally, he felt realization of a small but powerful decision, one that he'd made but never quite understood until now. Turning to the guns he'd laid out Matthew began considering which to leave behind. This was a good moment to begin spending less time on Marauder, and more time on those he cared about.

Other thoughts plagued his mind though, more challenges he would have to overcome, but before he could, he heard some light footsteps and snapped his head up. Matthew's introspection was shattered when he saw a figure emerge from the stairwell and saunter into the dimly lit kitchen. Even in a long bath robe, Felicia's womanly figure was easy to see, the robe tied tightly around her waist and flowing over her hips but was open enough to show enough cleavage to draw his eye. "You should be in bed Da… Felicia," he said gently.

The platinum blonde hummed and retrieved a second glass from a cabinet before sitting down next to him. Hesitant at first, but growing more confident as his additional protests remained unspoken, Felicia poured out the rest of the wine. The glasses filled to even levels, and she took one for herself, placing the other before Matthew and fixing him with a look that made her expectations clear. Matthew hesitated, but picked up the wine glass and clinked it against Felicia's before taking a sip, the first bit of alcohol he had tasted in weeks. Cooper may never have been a wine connoisseur, but even he could appreciate the taste and aroma of the Pinot Grigio, even if it was soured with a tinge of regret.

"So should you Matthew," replied the platinum blonde in a tender tone after she had taken a sip of her wine and was now swirling the glass. "But you're not, and since I'm with you, I'm going to stay up and help you get through this." Matthew made to reply, but he wasn't able to get the words out before Felicia cut him off. "And don't waste your breath that it's 'not my problem' because you are my problem," she said as she leaned close and ran her hand along his arm before capturing his hand in a firm grip. Leaning in close, the platinum blonde's tone took on a husky edge as she whispered in his ear, "And you know just how much I enjoy helping you with your problems."

"Yeah, I do," replied Matthew with a knowing chuckle, reaching out to pull his girlfriend's chair closer so he could wrap his arm around her. Taking a breath and composing his thoughts, Matthew took another sip of wine and let himself relax. Felicia's hand left his and began trailing up his arm and neck, eyes boring into him with sincerity, and despite himself, all the walls Matthew had built up began to crack. "I can't say I didn't enjoy those times either. Just like I don't mind satisfying your needs," he teased lowly.

A pair of green eyes flashed for a moment, prompting Matthew to stiffen. "Then why haven't you?" asked Felicia, her voice missing its usual playfulness. "Every night I go to bed alone and wake up the same way. Its not the only place I've missed you, but it is the one that hurts the most, to feel unwanted by my lover."

"It's not that," answered the Pilot automatically, seeing Felicia's eyebrow raise in clear signal he would have to do better than that. "There's nothing I want more than you, Felicia. Nothing I've been doing has been because of lack of want. It's been because… because I can't." It was a difficult admission for Matthew to make, but he took another sip of his wine and let it take hold. "You remember way back, before Li, when I was having trouble sleeping?"

"You were having nightmares," recalled Felicia, hand now in his hair as she drank from her glass. "Bad ones, about losing people. You were having them because… of what happened to Mathilda."

"That's right, after losing her it was a kick in the ass, a reminder that we're not invincible, it hurt," said the Pilot, fist clenching of its own accord.

Cooper wasn't surprised when Felicia gave a tired nod. "You're having them again," she gave a heartbroken sigh, "You're having trouble sleeping, no, that's not it." The pair of all seeing emerald orbs locked onto him, scrutinizing him before Felicia spoke again, "You're afraid of falling asleep."

The confidence in her answer was enough to prevent Cooper from trying to refute it. "You got it," he answered, finishing off the last of his wine, "Have been for the best part of three weeks now."

"My god," breathed the platinum blonde, "Have they been that bad?"

"Worse," replied the Pilot without missing a beat. "I haven't slept more than two hours at a time, and when I wake up… well suffice it to say it's not pretty."

"I know," said Felicia in a deadpan, "I can hear you sometimes Matthew, I come down to look for you and hear you when you wake up, or maybe you're not even awake, I don't know. I've seen you wandering around the house, looking for people. I recognize the names, they were the ones we were looking for on that hill. I try to get your attention, but you ignore me."

Matthew felt a mix of emotions come over him at once, confusion, shock, a hint of shame, among others. "I… shit," was all he could manage. "Felicia I'm so sor…."

"Don't," hissed the Black Cat, "You will not say that, not when we both know it's not true." The Platinum blonde spun in her chair, facing Matthew and leaning forwards, giving Cooper an even better view of her cleavage. "I'll tell you what you can say, if you're listening?" Matthew nodded seriously, taking her hand and bringing it up to his mouth and giving it a kiss. "First, you promise me that you'll let me help you."

There wasn't much of a decision to be made. "I promise to let you help me, and I know you will."

"Good," was the first response. "Now promise me that you'll try, I know it won't be easy, but this won't change otherwise."

"I promise I'll try," answered Matthew.

"And I promise I'll make it worth your while," returned Felicia with a sultry bat of her lashes before her serious expression returned. "Now promise that you won't turn completely away from me again," she said lowly, sliding off her chair to straddle over his good leg, back against the table as her eyes met his, "Because I love you."

Closing his eyes Matt leaned forwards, their foreheads pressing gently against one another, "I promise, because I love you."

Cooper wasn't sure how, but their lips met, a light, grazing meeting as they sealed the vows they had just made. It was only for a second, but neither of them needed any more nor did they want to rush things, not yet. "There's one thing I'd like to ask," whispered Felica, her hand running up his cheek, "If you don't mind."

Swallowing, Matthew's eyes meeting hers, he said, "Name it."

A warm smile graced her full lips, one that got Cooper's heart pumping a little bit faster. "Hold me tight and call me 'Darling," she said, "I want to hear you say it like you mean it, Cowboy."

The Pilot smiled widely and wrapped both his arms around the beautiful woman on his knee and pulled her close until their bodies were pressed together. "I'd love to Darlin'," declared Matthew, laying on his southern drawl extra thick before they kissed again. This one was totally unlike the first, their passion now reignited after having been doused for so long. It soon became a mutual exploration of each other's mouths, refamiliarizing themselves with what they had both come to know intimately.

When passion and desire for each other gave way to the need to come up for air, their eyes were still locked onto each other's as they breathed deeply. "I know it's hard Matthew," began Felicia, "But I need you to make good on your promises. I need you to try," she implored. Standing up, the platinum blonde grabbed his hand and said, "Come to bed with me, now."

Despite hearing the want, the need in her voice, and his desire to comply, living up to what he had just said, Matthew hesitated. Something, some small primal part deep in his core that was not so easily controlled, resisted and kept him planted right where he was. It seemed that Felicia saw it too, and was not keen on being rejected in that moment. "I'm not asking you to try and sleep, I wouldn't mind if we don't get a wink," keened the platinum blonde. "In fact," she cooed, letting go of his hand and standing in front of him, "Remember how I helped you with your nightmares the first time?"

Cooper blinked, "Yeah," he answered, feeling his heat beat even harder, "You'd do that again?"

"And more," replied Felicia instantly, undoing the knot that held the robe together until only her hands kept it closed. "I promised I'd do anything to help you, didn't I?" she asked, and Matthew nodded in answer. "And tonight, I'm going to remind you of everything I can do."

At that, Felicia pulled her robe apart and shimmied it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a pool around her feet. Matt drank in what he saw, feeling his manhood instantly harden and stand erect at the sight of his girlfriend wearing something he couldn't quite believe existed but was very happy did. He could only describe it as a lace teddy, sheer fabric wrapped tight around her stomach and waist in an ornate pattern, but with some very striking omissions. There were absolutely no cups for her breasts, and the perfectly formed double D mounds of flesh stood proudly in full view, a pair of proud nipples standing erect to cap each off. Lace framed them, but instead of the black around her midsection, the lace there was a striking violet color, as if Matthew's eyes needed any more reason to be drawn to Felicia's fantastic tits.

But that reason might have been the other portion of violet lace, which comprised the bottom of the teddy. It was wrapped tightly around her wide, womanly hips, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. Standing as she was, with her legs spread apart, the crotchless garment offered no decency to her exposed womanhood and the pair of cock hugging lower lips already dripping in anticipation that sat below a thin, neatly trimmed landing strip of white hair, and Matt could only see that because of the way it glistened from her arousal. Her long and powerful legs were wrapped in sheer white stocking featuring the same violet accents on the bands wrapped around the top, matching the gloves on her trim and sleek arms.

When Felicia extended her hand again, Matthew did not hesitate to take it.

Tossing the ice pack from his knee and finding it a bit stiff, but not so much as to seriously hamper him, Matthew stood to his full height. Looking down at Felicia with a hungry look in his eye, he was met by a joyful smile, undoubtedly pure in its happiness, but not quite matched by the green eyes that flickered with desire. Once they were both sure that Matthew was steady, Felicia's smile turned seductive before she turned around and made for the stairs. Cooper followed, thankful that she was moving at a pace he could easily match, especially with how distracted he was by the hypnotic sway of her hips. This too was accentuated by her lingerie as it made no attempt to cover her curvaceous ass, and each step caused one half of it and then the other to bounce in full view.

His view only got better when they reached the stairs, with Felicia going up first, Matthew got to watch her lower half sway back and forth. More blood flowed to his hardened manhood as it stood proudly, tempted by the shameless display of sexuality before him. Reaching the top of the stairs, Matthew was led to their shared bedroom where Felicia said, "Now for me to see what I've been missing. Strip."

The direction sent a shiver down Matthew's spine as he quickly complied, going first for his sweatpants and boxers, throwing both down in one swift motion so that his strained cock could spring free. Felicia continued to lead him to the bed, and Matthew reached back with his one free hand and pulled his undershirt over his head and tossed it across the room. Now completely bare, the Pilot felt pinpricks each time one of Felicia's fingers touched his skin as she guided him down onto the bed until he was laying on his stomach.

"Relax, let me take care of you," purred Felicia, sultriness practically dripping off every word as she straddled him, and he could feel her warm skin through her stockings pressed against his upper legs. Cooper did as told, even as he felt his own erection throb against his stomach and he felt the need to put it to use. He soon had other things on his mind as Felicia leaned forwards until she was draped atop him, her breasts pressing against his back as she whispered into his ear. "I always loved being thorough with what's caught my eye. And you certainly did that Stud," she said as her tongue came out and licked his ear while her hands began to work his shoulders. "Enjoy."

Whatever stress or misgivings Matthew still held were slowly worked from his body by Felicia's poised and powerful fingers as they trailed down his back. Living up to her word, she was methodical in her efforts, leaving no spot devoid of ample attention, tracing, pressing, and squeezing his chiseled musculature. Finally, her hands reached his own rear and squeezed, "And you say I have a nice ass, Stud," drawled the platinum blonde, prompting Cooper to chuckle. At that point, Felicia turned around and straddled his back, with Matthew able to feel a few bits of moisture drip onto his skin as his girlfriend continued her work on his legs. She took her time, especially on his sprained knee, and by the time she was done, Matt felt as if he could melt into the mattress.

"Did you enjoy that appetizer as much as I did?" asked Felicia. All Matt could manage was a satisfied groan in reply, his eyes only barely remaining open. "Good, because I'm craving the main course."

Cooper was then turned over onto his back as Felicia kneeled over him, facing him before she descended upon him, crawling up his body like the minx she was, taking her time running her hands, lips, and breasts along his skin. Matt wasn't idle, his own hands ran through her exotic hair and down her exposed back, gliding across her smooth skin until they were staring into each others eyes. Felicia's lips crashed down to his with a burning desire, and Matthew was quickly alert once more, tongue exploring her mouth until she finally pulled away. "As much as I like your tongue cowboy," she keened as she crawled back down his body, "There's something else of yours I want in my mouth more."

Her lips found what she wanted, planting a kiss on the head of his rock hard manhood, her hand grasping the base, giving it a firm stroke. "Don't rush me," she warned with a look, "I'm going to enjoy my favorite treat." And enjoy it she did, settling in between his legs with one hand at the base of his cock and the other on his balls. Her luscious lips and diligent tongue lavished every inch of his length and sack, drawing groans from Cooper as he felt the warmth of her mouth on his flesh. It was agony and bliss at the same time, and Felicia seemed content to draw it out, humming merrily as she worked, resulting in pleasant vibrations going down Matthew's shaft. A churning in his balls prompted him to grunt deeply, and Felicia smirked at this, taking as the signal to progress things. Starting at the bottom of his sack, she extended her tongue and licked from there all the way up to the top of his cock before opening her mouth and working her way back down his shaft. The tenderness and affection she had poured on him for the last few minutes continued, her head bobbing along his length as she ran her lips along more of his flesh, but soon evidence of raw lust entered her actions. Her blowjob became sloppier, more impassioned, as Matthew felt the head of his manhood press against the back of her mouth and then go down her throat.

"Fucking hell, that feels so good Darlin'" he ground out, looking down at Felicia as she continued to suck his cock with increasing fervor. Her cheeks were hollowed out as she pressed her lips to the base of his manhood, tongue running along his length, and let out and audible slurping noise as she kept bobbing her head. With a groan, Matthew finally gave into his desires, unable to resist Felicia for any longer as he erupted in her mouth, unloading a prodigious load of cum into her waiting mouth. With some reluctance, the Black Cat had to retreat up the length of her lovers cock as she gulped down every drop of cum Matt could produce for her, her hand pumping the base of his shaft to milk out all he had to give her.

Felicia released Matthew's manhood with an audible 'pop' and lifted her head. The platinum blonde was positively radiant in the moonlight coming through the window, her air seemingly glowing as she ran her tongue along her lips. "Delicious," she keened as her smoldering eyes met his, "You always treat me to nothing but the best."

"And you deserve it, treating me like that," replied Matthew, quickly catching his breath. Despite the treatment he had just received, Cooper wasn't satisfied, quite the opposite, after going so long without Felicia's touch, having it again only made him crave more of it. His body mirrored this, his member twitching against his belly as he eyed Felicia. She saw the movement too, her lips curling into a lecherous grin that made Matthew's heart beat faster. "But don't think you're done yet."

"And neither are you," keened the platinum blonde seductress as she crawled forward, pressing her ample tits against his cock, and squeezing them together. His growing erection responded, leaping up into the soft cushion of her bosom until his manhood was fully encased in warm feminine flesh. She gave him a few strokes, for that was all it took to get him back to full hardness, and then Felicia released him. Matthew groaned in dissapointhment, but that feeling deserted him when he saw the woman crawl back to him, her tits, covered in her own spit that had coated his cock, shining in the moonlight, as if he needed any more indication on where to look.

His hands followed his eyes, each one grabbing its own breast and finding more than either could hold. Matt fondled and kneaded the tits wantonly, his ministrations eliciting a barrage of moans and keens from the woman as she took up position with her dripping sex poised over his erection. With one of her petite hands wrapped around his manhood, Felicia slid down his length, taking it all inside her as she settled into her favorite seat. Both partners moaned in concert at the feeling of the penetration. Matthew felt a set of slick, velvety walls of flesh envelop his cock tightly, a familiar set of sensations that put him at ease and excited him at the same time.

From the look on her face, Felicia was going through her own rollercoaster of emotions as she was penetrated and filled to the brim, her stomach almost bulging at the girth of the cock stuffed in her cunt. Her face was twisted in pleasure, mouth hanging open as she let out an erotic moan that only prompted Matthew to thrust his hips up and plunge deeper into her moist depths and draw out another, lecherous noise. While they could, and often would drag out their lovemaking in this position for some time, both felt their desires overcome them as their shared pace increased. Skin slapped against skin, only to be drowned out by the lewd noises leaving their mouths as skin became coated in a thin layer of sweat. Both worked their hips quickly, settling into a familiar and enjoyable rhythm, with Matthew thrusting his hips up as Felicia ground her pussy against his skin.

His hands dropped from her breasts to her hips, with one delivering an encouraging spank to her exposed ass that drew an excited yelp from the platinum blonde. Her own hands were not idle, going from Matthew's body to her breasts, squeezing and fondling in place of his ministrations before making their way down to the zipper on the front of her garment. Cooper could only watch as the teddy was unfastened and discarded, tossed off the bed to be forgotten, even if the gloves and stockings remained.

Now seeing her bare and in her full glory, Matthew redoubled his efforts, ensuring every thrust was deep and precise, going straight to the most sensitive spot in her core. Each time he was rewarded with an airy moan and a jiggle of her breasts. Seeing those beautiful tits bounce prompted Matt to do more, sitting up and bringing his mouth down on a nipple, suckling eagerly as his tongue flicked the sensitive bud. His hands explored her bare body, running over her hips and waist then up her back, pulling her in tight to his eager mouth, smushing his face against Felicia's supple tit-flesh. It seemed that this was enough to trigger her long awaited climax, and Matthew could feel her clench around his girth. Feeling himself reach the end as well, Cooper switched breasts, kissing the other before taking its nipple into his mouth and then gently squeezing it between his teeth. The pressure of his nibble pushed his girlfriend tumbling over the edge, recoiling back and howling to the ceiling, but Matthew knew she wouldn't want him to release her, and did not. He was rewarded with her massive orgasm, pussy locking his erection in a vise grip and gushing all over him just as he climaxed as well, pumping her full of a second load.

Both let out a sigh of content as Felicia fell into his arms, both smiling and panting, their chests pressing against one another with each breath. After a minute, Felicia rolled off him, laying on her side next to him, still pressing her body to his. His eyes began to slide shut, not in sleep, but satisfaction as he wished to bathe in the moment. Only he felt the heiress shift beside him, prompting the eyes to open and see her remove her gloves in turn. Then, she raised one leg into the air and stripped off a stocking before rolling onto her other side, giving a fine view of her well formed backside to Matthew, and removing the other. "Darlin'?" began Matt, looking over at her nude form laying in the moonlight, appreciating every curve of her hips and ass, the dimples on her back, the muscle of her shoulders, "What are you doing?"

"Sadly, those were not made with such… vigorous activities in mind," she replied, rolling back over to face him, her breasts now coming back into full view. Felicia offered a seductive smirk as her fingers traced along his arms and chest while a leg was draped across his stomach, "And it is good to touch you without anything between us."

Matt chuckled at that, putting a hand behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, his other hand happily intertwined in a head of platinum blonde hair. But feeling her pressed so closely to him stirred his blood once more, and desire began to course through his veins, "Would you mind doing something for me?" he asked.

"Not at all," replied Felicia with a thinly veiled tone of innocence, her leg instantly moving to run along his member. "You've proven that you're far from out of practice, Stud."

Despite all it had been through, his cock roused to the occasion, and Matthew was filled with renewed confidence. "All fours," he said, but the words were stern, verging on a command, and did not broker argument.

Felicia did anything but, only smiling coyly as she lay on her stomach before arching her back and using her arms to push herself up, her breasts hanging before his eyes before she brought her legs in under her and pushed her ass up to the same level. Now in position, Felicia looked down at Matthew, her best 'come and get me' look on her face, green eyes shimmering in anticipation.

Eagerly accepting the challenge, Matthew took up position behind Felicia, hands running along her back, her waist, her hips, and that big bouncing bottom he loved so much. Digging his fingers into the soft but firm flesh of her ass cheeks, the Pilot spread them apart to get a look at her engorged pussy, their combined arousal dripping from her lower lips. She seemed to sense his eyes and worked her hips, shaking her ass for him invitingly. Seeing her naked and bent over like this was enough of an invitation, and seeing her tease him so only made his hardened cock throb.

With a low growl, Matthew brought his hands lower still, tracing over her dripping slit and down between her powerful, moist thighs. With a gentle nudge, he encouraged his lover to spread her legs, enabling his knees to come to rest inside hers as he brought a hand back up, running a finger along her sex to find her wet and ready. He got a wanton moan before she pressed her ass back, running it against his hardened cock before she ground into him. With a grunt, the Pilot had decided to end her teasing, putting a hand to Felicia's shoulder and pressing her torso down to the bed but leaving her ass up and ripe for the taking. His other hand on her hip to hold her steady, Matthew lined himself up and worked his hips forward, pressing his cockhead back into her sheath. Fully seated, the Texan began working his hips to give his lover the deep penetration he knew she desired, long, measured strokes enabled him to plunder the deepest reaches of her supple cunt.

Felicia screamed out, a mixture of moans and obscenities filling the room as she urged Matthew onwards. "Fuck me! C'mon Stud, harder! Fuck me harder!" she demanded, moving her hips back to meet his as he thrust forwards. A chastising spank on her ass only encouraged her more as Matthew's hips worked like a jackhammer, ramming his cock into her eager pussy in an effort to satisfy both himself and her.

It wasn't enough however, he craved more. Acting, Matthew leaned forwards, enveloping her lithe frame with his own as he slid his hand from her hip up her stomach until it came to grab a soft mound of plaint flesh. Squeezing the ample breast between his fingers, the Pilot nuzzled his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent and listening to her haggard breathy moans and pleas for more fucking. His hips continued to do so, plunging his manhood into her sopping slit as his mouth found her ear and he licked and nibbled on it. Felicia bucked her hips back, impaling herself on his erection in an effort to satisfy her own desires, but it wasn't enough, and one of her arms came back to furiously stroke her engorged clitoris and push herself towards her desired climax.

Suddenly feeling Felicia go stiff in his embrace, Matthew knew what was coming and smiled to himself. He hauled his lover up so that both were standing tall on their knees, both his hands going to his favorite pair of tits as Felicia threw her arms up and brought them down behind his head, pulling the two of them as close together as she could. All sense had left her voice as she screamed until her throat became raw while he continued to thrust into her with all his might, his cock slick with her cream as it slid in and out of her cunt. At once, the platinum blonde went from stiff as a board to a quivering wreck as a mind shattering orgasm overcame her and she shook like a leaf. Matthew plunged his cock into her, going right to the base as he felt her contract around him and douse him in her arousal. Letting her ride out her orgasm, Matthew held steady, simply caressing her breasts as she coaxed every ounce of pleasure she could from her body.

When she had, Felicia slipped off his still hard cock, lowering herself gingerly onto the bed and breathing heavily. The platinum blonde rolled onto her back, her exotic hair splayed out on the pillows as she looked up at Matthew and bit her lip, eyeing his glistening member, which still stood proud and erect. "Come on Stud," she panted, her voice, as exhausted as the rest of her, took on an even huskier tone, "Finish me off."

Matt couldn't help but smile, knowing that she was even more exhausted than him, but would refuse to be the one who asked for an end to their night of passion. She looked it, mouth hanging open as she breathed heavily, tits heaving, sweet shining her pale skin, her pussy looking even more thoroughly fucked than the rest of her, dripping with his cum and hers, engorged, and splayed open to reveal the pink of her womanhood. Her eyes however, were still bright, and in them Matthew could tell she meant her words, even more so when she spread her legs out wide, extending them straight out to offer herself to him in a way that few women could match.

Her lips curled into an inviting smile that Matthew returned before getting into his position, his cock poised to take the plunge into her depths once more. Only a hand came up to his chest and gave him pause just as he rested the head of his manhood against her entrance. Looking up, Matt met Felicia's gaze, inches away from him, and she said, "I love you, Matthew."

She then wrapped her legs around his waist, interlocking them behind his back and not allowing him to back away. "I love you too, Felicia," he replied, and he plunged into her when he felt her heels dig into his skin. Her arms snaked up and around his shoulders, pulling him down into a loving embrace, her breasts pressed against his chest as their lips met in a series of hungry kisses as their bodies intermingled elsewhere. Unlike before, his thrusts were gentle and tender, plunging his cock into her pink sex with care as Matthew snaked his arms under his lover and pulled her up into him, arching her back to feel more of her skin against his. Deep in her cunt and totally encased in the woman he loved, Matthew felt his balls swell with his imminent release. "I'm close," he warned between loving kisses.

"Hold on, for me," returned Felicia, "I want to cum with you, one more time. Make me cum." Knowing he didn't have long, Matthew went to work, his lips trailing down to the nape of her neck as he suckled on her skin, eliciting an encouraging moan. "More Matthew, I need more of you," she cooed as she rolled her hips up to meet his, coaxing him to plunge further into her womanhood. His hands came to the curve of her breasts, squeezing her erect nipples before his mouth came down to replace the hand. An idea came to mind, and Matthew trailed the free hand down her back, working its way along the curve of her ass before pressing in between her plump cheeks. As soon as a finger slipped past her puckered hole, a guttural groan escaped her lips. "Do it."

Not needing any further prompting, Matthew slipped the finger into her tight backside, the hot hole instantly clamped down on the intrusion, but it was exactly what Felicia needed, "Oh fuck Matthew, you did it. I'm about to cum," she warned. "Cum with me," she begged as she grabbed a handful of his hair and brought his mouth back to hers. They pressed their lips together, tongues intertwined with each other as Matthew pushed himself into the hilt, his cock fully sheathed by her snug cunt as she reached her own climax. Her body trembled as he emptied himself into her one more time as they embraced.

There were no proclamations or triumphant screams, both came quietly, enraptured in each other as they savored the moment before it passed. Withdrawing from Felicia completely, Matthew lay on his side, facing her as she pulled a sheet up to cover them so that they were looking into each other's eyes. Matthew was tired and sore, his whole body now ached after their rounds of vigorous lovemaking, but he was at some measure of peace. Pulling his lover close, feeling her skin against his and looking into her eyes, he knew Felicia felt the same way.

As their legs intertwined and chests pressed together, the couple closed their eyes and fell asleep in each other's arms. For Matthew, it was the first sound night of sleep he had gotten in months.


Sable International Briefing – Next Generation Combat Aircraft

Document ID: A1684 – JX2 – 300A –1

Author: S. Sablinova, Commanding Officer: Sable International Combined Forces (CO: SICF)

Date: 02-04-19

TOP SECRET

The need for Sable International to project power has led to a reevaluation of how the air wings are constructed and equipped. The ability to infiltrate the defended airspace of a peer threat and complete our objectives, be that air superiority, ground strikes, or electronic warfare, will be paramount. To accomplish this, new aircraft types will be acquired, with the primary focus being to replace the SU-35s in the Fighter Wings.

In the air to ground roles, the lack of different precision guided munitions available for the Flanker is a limiting factor, and a nearly nonexistent electronic warfare capability means that developing for that role would require substantial investment to obtain an interim solution. In the air to air mission, a greater emphasis on the "Air Dominance" mission is placed, defeating both ground based air defense systems as well as enemy aircraft.

HYDRA developed two aircraft, and the assembly lines as well as early production airframes have been captured, with both aircraft for service. Early trials are promising, with both types proving themselves extremely capable. The first is a lightweight, single engine multi-role fighter, developed as the 'ASF-X' and assigned the name 'Shinden,' which is Japanese for 'Magnificent Lightning.' With forward swept wings and canard foreplanes, it resembles a smaller version of the SU-47 Berkut, and features 2-D thrust vectoring with a modest internal weapons bay along with pylons on the wings for external stores. ASF-X will be a multirole fighter, analogous to F-35 or Gripen, providing flexibility and low cost while maintaining high performance in air-to-air and air-to-ground missions. HYDRA developed an Electronic Warfare suite comparable to the American AN/ALQ-99 that can be fitted to the internal weapons bays, allowing the aircraft to fulfill the electronic warfare role. This aircraft has potential on the export market as well, which can cultivate diplomatic opportunities for Symkaria.

The second aircraft, HYDRA designation 'CFA-44,' is even more impressive, a true next generation aircraft with supercruise, supermaneuverability, a low radar cross section of 0.001 square meters, and a suite of highly advanced and very powerful weapons. Like the ASF-X, the CFA features 'ruddervators' and canard foreplanes, but instead of forward swept wings this aircraft uses a delta wing configuration. High speed performance and turn in are reportedly impressive, but the aircraft bleeds speed quickly and has proven to be a handful at low speeds. Pilots have taken to calling the airplane 'Nosferatu,' meaning 'Vampire,' since it has proven as terrifying for its pilots as its opponents. An aircraft of extreme performance only matched by its expense, the Nosferatu is slated to serve as the premier fighter for the best pilots in Sable International.

These two aircraft do not fully meet the requirements of Sable International, and a third type is being sought. This aircraft will be a more direct replacement for the SU-35 to meet the need for interception and deep interdiction missions. Larger, with long range, stand off weapons, and precision deep strike capability. As a result, it will supplement both the SU-25 and TU-22M in CAS and tactical bombing missions. Proposals from Dassault, Airbus, Sukhoi, and Northrop Grumman are currently being considered.

A combination of these three complementary aircraft will allow Sable International Tactical Fighter Wings to perform their missions against any opponent.

S. Sablinova


Closing Notes: Did I get carried away? Yes, absolutely all over the place, but the story is almost over so might as well leave it all out on the field, so to speak. So yes, this is the last set of serious romantic moments for this story, and the last lemon. As for the sequel, we'll see if I keep those around or not. That is some ways off, so if you have feedback or stuff you want to see happen in the sequel story, start saying it so I can take it into account.

Similarly, the logbooks are something I may or may not keep. Either I could cover the same material again, but more in depth, or do more random stuff (like this chapter), or cut them entirely. Feedback here is appreciated.

There are just two installments left, and the next will be when the Night Comes Down.

Stay Frosty, Misfit Delta out.