A/N: Wanted to write something more serious/sensual, instead of horny/comedic (which I seem to be doing a lot lately)
Not that there's anything wrong with that (I love writing about humorous sex) but just a change of pace.


It was quiet in the lounge when he finally opened the door, though the room was not without the requisite, steady hum of various electronics and equipment that was scattered throughout the ship—and always the endless, low rumbling of the engines as they continued their endless journey across the skies. The lights automatically brightened from their usual energy-saving, dimmed state, but Adam purposely turned them back down. It was late—at least to his internal clock, not so much the timezone—and his eyes were tired. Actually, his entire body was exhausted, as evident by the way he literally collapsed into the couch, groaning with relief as he sank into the worn cushions.

"Blimey...remind me t' never schedule another meeting with Tell at night again..." the man muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples in an attempt to ease the strain. He hoped it wasn't the onset of another headache—he'd had enough of those already this week, and especially not with another mission in T-12 hours. His eyes fell to the holders-only minibar in the back, which was always fully stocked, courtesy of their interlocutor.

Adam debated for all of five seconds—getting a hangover right before a mission was a bad idea—before tossing that thought to the side as he made his way over to the counter, fingers trailing through each glass bottle and ruminating over its contents.

He'd just poured himself a glass of gin (on the rocks) and was debating whether to down it or savor it slowly, when the door hissed open again and she entered, her new cape trailing behind her with a flutter as she let out an aggravated sigh at the same time.

"Hm, knew I should've made another glass. Well then." Slowly Adam got up, went behind the bar and poured another glass—vodka this time, with a salted rim. The Russian liquor was a bit too strong for his tastes, but it seemed to suit the sniper—despite her young age—just fine.

"Need a pick-me-up? Or nightcap, I suppose, depending on how you look at it." He nudged her slightly with the ice-cold glass.

The girl groaned, not even bothering to enjoy the aroma or flavor, instead immediately downing a large gulp—then wincing as the burn settled in the back of her throat. "Ugh—bunch of old, senile boomers—"

"—Easy there, love, you know they're just doing their job—"

"—Yeah, and so am I! Come on Adam, you know as well as I do how infuriatingly bureaucratic the council can get at times; especially when it involves hypothetical casualties," she rolled her eyes. "Don't you start with me on what I do and don't know..."

The couch sank even more now as it carried the weight of two people. Its springs creaked every so often as the two holders sat in silence, each nursing their choice of alcohol. Adam felt his body start flushing as the gin flooded his system; luckily the pounding in his head was now reduced to a dull throb. He tipped back another mouthful and hoped that was enough to damp it out completely.

"So what's your excuse? You don't usually drink that much all at once—not straight, anyway." She gestured towards his mostly-empty tumbler. "Trying to forget something?"

"More like remove something," he said with a sigh, before setting the glass onto the table to rub his temples. "That William Tell..."

He heard another glass clink down, before soft fingers ran through his hair. "I see. Let me guess, another review?"

Another groan of relief as she started giving him a head massage. "Yeh. What else...oh, yeh right there love...oof." The alcohol relaxed most of his senses, but there was nothing like some personal pampering from his beloved sniper.

"Adam...have you been getting enough sleep lately? I already told you, there's no need to wait up for me all the time—"

"—And I've already told you, it's not a bother—" he winced as she dug into a particular pressure point along the back of his neck. "I'll be fine; just need a good night's rest..."

"...That's what you said, oh, two nights ago I believe?" She eyed him with a look, before climbing into his lap and straddling his waist. "You're getting another headache again, aren't you? I can tell by the way your brows are furrowed..."

He grunted in response. "Hn. 'S fine, that's what the gin's for..."

"Adam Muirhead..." Her voice took on an exasperated tone, not dissimilar to whenever she was about to get into another row with said council members. "If you won't take care of yourself, then I'll do it for you. I'm cancelling Tell's sessions with you next week—or at least moving them."

"Oy, there's no need to go that far—"

"—And have you run yourself ragged or get sick?" She pushed him back against the couch, Adam a bit startled by her force and that stern glare from underneath her visor. "We can't afford any unnecessary risks at this point—whether that's on the field or off." She tapped his chest with each word for emphasis. "...You know I worry about you, Adam..."

"Sio—"

"Don't you 'Sio' me, mister," she pointed again, and brushed his limp bangs back with her other hand. "You say you're worried about me all the time; well I can say the same, Adam." Her eyes softened. "How can I not? You know that."

He sighed. She won that round. Then again, she did most of the time, nowadays. Strange how in the beginning of their relationship she'd be stuttering and trembling if he even looked at her the wrong way, and now the sniper only had to give him a stare and raised eyebrow, and Adam would feel himself resigning to her will.

"Fine, fine. I'll make sure t' get some extra time off after tomorrow's mission. But," he opened one eye, "same goes for you. I can't remember the last time you took shore leave with any of us..."

"Adam I—" Sio paused, as she turned his words over in her head. "...Alright fair. And yeah, you're right; though you know as well as I do that shore leave isn't exactly something I have the luxury of, these days..."

"Then I'll make it happen. Whether or not they'll give it to you." Adam sat up a little straighter, despite the alcohol starting to impair his motor functions. "After all, can't schedule a meeting if you're not there, can they?" A hand wound itself behind her slender waist, pulling her closer until they could smell each other's alcohol-laced breaths. "Surely Vidocq an' the others can function without you for a day or two..." A thumb brushed against her flushed cheeks, then traced just underneath the plumpness of her bottom lip.

"Adam...you aren't suggesting something...devious, are you?" Her breath was hot against his cheek, and as she spoke those words in a low tone, he felt something stir faintly within him.

"Like what?" He whispered back, not wanting to interrupt or acknowledge the hands that were now slowly undoing his tie, then the top buttons of his shirt...

"Hm...oh I don't know, like kidnapping me and flying away to some deserted island, or locking me in your room for a whole weekend..." Each word was laced with her sweet, alcohol-spiked breath, and Adam felt his head grow hazy as he breathed it in. Sio had shifted her weight so she was squarely between his legs, her body pressed against his as she continued to slowly unbutton his shirt. She was warm and heavy, a comforting weight as she leaned into him.

"Just remember, you said that; not me, squirt," he teased as she gave him a pout. "But if you should desire any of those options...I'm sure I can arrange something..."

This time she did smack him playfully in the arm. "Adam Muirhead! Be realistic, jeeze," she rolled her eyes. "Or we could...do something now." She ground her hips down in one, slow movement, and Adam couldn't help but jerk.

"S-Sio!" She smirked as he pulled off her hat and cape. "Tease..."

"So are you; I know that look in your eyes, Adam...what you want, what your body desires..." Her maroons were hooded and dark, eyeing him in a way that the newbie Sio never would have; dark and lustful, with a hidden hunger behind that innocent smile.

"Are you—seriously, in the lounge at this hour—"

She shushed him with a single finger on his lips "Hush; we'll be fine." He could only stare dumbly as Sio shrugged off her jacket and removed her tie. "Besides, I can feel it; you want it, too..." Again she rocked her hips forward and back, and this time Adam didn't bother holding back a moan. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Yeh..." As she fully unbuttoned his shirt, her hips established a strong, steady rhythm. It wasn't particularly fast, but the motion was deep—Adam fell back against the couch as they started rocking together, breath hissing through his teeth as Sio ran her fingers across his nipples. Even through the cloth he could feel the warmth of her core, just as surely she could feel the stiffness of his desire for her. As the pace increased and his groin tightened, he reached up and pulled her close, supporting her back with one hand while the other shamelessly groped her round, firm bum. Sio had no choice but to fall against him, their lips meeting in a hot, wet kiss while Adam became increasingly horizontal along the couch.

"Oh, ah, yes...ahh, Adam yes...r, right there..." She panted against his lips as they briefly parted for air. Her hands were braced against his chest, hips thrusting and writhing as she tried to find a way to get closer. His erection was straining against the fabric now, especially as Sio's now-bared torso brushed against his, and the touch of her heated skin sent shivers all over his body—despite the increase in temperature. "M-More...it's not enough like this..."

He was lying against the armrest now, shirt half-gone and skin tingling with her touches and kisses all over, while his groin tightened and forced his hips to move upwards; to seek that center into which he could thrust himself into. The girl on top of him was deeply flushed, shirt completely gone and panting as she struggled to undo her belt, then kicked off her trousers onto the ground. Her bare legs were smooth and warm against his waist, and Adam only gave the briefest of glances before her hands started making quick work of his belt.

"Argh, I can't for some reason—" She nearly stumbled and fell off the couch, if it hadn't been for his still-impressive reflexes. "It's prolly because...I'm drunk, huh?"

"You did just have a whole glass of vodka. And straight, might I add," he murmured, rubbing her arm soothingly as he unbuckled the belt himself. "It's fine, I don't need to take it all off—just enough to—"

Despite the alcohol, she was still surprisingly quick when it came to freeing his cock, which sprang out from the confines of his boxers after she tugged and pulled them down just past his hips. Licking her lips, she only teetered once before strong arms reached up to help stabilize and guide her, then she sank down all at once that elicited a satisfied groan from both of them.

"Oh, yeh...fuck love, you're tight as always..." Adam groaned in pleasure as she sheathed him fully inside her, sunken into her warm, wet folds until he was buried up to the hilt.

"Mmn, y-yes...that's it, this is...what I want..." She gasped and panted against his neck, hips twisting this way and that as she accommodated to his size and girth. "Ooh...god, I'm so full...it feels so good...when you're inside me like this, Adam..."

Slowly, after she adjusted, Sio started rocking, though after a few minutes it became clear her coordination was slipping. As she lay on his chest, nuzzling and kissing the bare skin, Adam grabbed her slender hips and supple ass and, after making sure she was stable, pushed up as he pulled her down.

"Ugn! Ugh, y, yes...! Yes, ahh...!" Sio stopped speaking soon after, instead only letting out moans or cries, or bits of his name as he thrust upwards into her. She gripped his shoulders tightly as he increased the pace, feeling the heat in his lower regions smolder and grow as time went on.

"Yeh, tha's it love...god you feel so good..." The alcohol had taken affect fully by this point, and everything was warm and hazy as they made love with reckless abandon on the couch. A knot was growing in his stomach, stronger and tighter as they moved faster and harder. Sio cried and clawed his shoulders in between their kisses, her tongue sticking out as she gasped for air. Sweat from her forehead dripped onto his chest, as he heaved for oxygen as well.

"Ah, mnnn...A, Adam...k-keep going, don't stop...!" She gave a desperate whine as he thrust particularly hard into her, until he swore the tip pressed against the entrance to her womb. Her nails dug in hard and he groaned, letting the pain turn into pleasure as they left red streaks across his flesh. His balls were aching and tight, ready to release his seed and shoot it deep into her womb, to do what millions of years of evolution had hardcoded into their instincts; to impregnate, to mark her as his mate, and carry on their bloodlines.

Sio cried again as her hips started moving erratically, their wet flesh sucking and slapping against each other as Adam pulled her close, desperate to reach that peak, as well. Everything was slippery and sweaty at this point, their clothes nothing more than a soaked mess against their bodies that was carelessly shoved aside in favor of bare, naked skin. Sweat dripped down his abs that were tight with pleasure, as her warm, wet walls repeatedly sucked him in each time he pulled out. She was already dripping, leaking juices all down their legs and onto the couch, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer.

"Hang on love, here we go, a'ight?" He murmured soothingly against her hair as he cupped her face, Sio's only response being halfway between a sigh and a wail but she seemed to readjust her body, until she rested directly on top of him. "That's my girl," he praised quietly, before smoothing a hand down her toned belly, brushing through her wet, tangled curls until a finger reached her plump, sensitive pearl right between her legs. She let out a sharp cry as he began rubbing it in time with his thrusts, Sio now holding onto his shoulders for dear life as her thighs started quivering from ecstasy.

"Aah! It's so good! Adam!" She was almost sobbing with pleasure now, and Adam felt her inner walls start quivering, twitching and squeezing him in tighter than before. Fingers pulled his hair, grasped his neck and raked against his shoulders as he firmly thrust up into her, faster and harder until he felt the precipice start tipping over, just as the deepest part of her core started clamping down on the swollen tip of his member.

"Oh god, Sio...! Al...most...there...!" Adam could feel it; the tension was about to break, his head swimming with pressure until even breathing was almost impossible. Only short, staccato breaths were to be had as both holders hovered on the edge, and then they crashed over in one fell swoop. He buried himself between her petite breasts and breathed hard, as his entire body shivered violently from the orgasm. Deep, muscular contractions shook his core, and Adam moaned against her lips as he felt himself emptying inside her, his body wracked with pleasure as she seemed to lock him inside her; her inner muscles pulsed and throbbed, one after the other as the girl writhed between his arms, her body jerking each time her walls contracted tighter than ever. Her thighs were a vice grip around his waist, her hips still slowly moving, up and down, as if to draw out the last bits of pleasure; before she stilled at last and collapsed against him, body completely limp as they both caught their breaths. The couch was a mess, nevermind their clothes; as he moved slightly, he could feel something slimy and wet slide down his thighs, pooling into the crevices of his skin.

"I, I...Adam..." The girl didn't even finish her sentence before she laid her head down, eyes shut in exhaustion. Suddenly everything felt so weak, his own body and Sio's so heavy they might as well have been bricks. No amount of pleading from the logical side of his brain could get him to move—and that too, was quickly being soothed over by the lingering affects of alcohol. Her breathing evened out into a warm, steady stream across his collarbone, as Adam felt his own pulse return to normal. His skin was still thrumming slightly from the afterglow, and Sio's body created a nice, cozy weight that was threatening to send him deep into the waves of sleep.

Adam promised himself he was just going to take a quick kip, just a little bit...


He jerked his eyes open, breath caught in his throat as the fluorescents caused him to wince. How long had they been out? Was it 5 minutes or 5 hours? What happened? He'd only meant to take a light kip—not pass out stone-cold for...however long it'd been.

The gin must've been stronger than he thought, for it took a surprisingly long time before his senses sharpened, and Adam realized there was now a soft blanket covering both him and Sio—who was still out like a light and using his chest as a pillow. In the corner of his fuzzy vision, he noticed there were now two piles of clothes (which he recognized as pieces of his and Sio's uniform that they'd shed earlier), crisply folded and stacked next to their now-empty glasses.

It took his brain a while to figure out what was going on, and even longer to piece together what it all meant. The blanket, the neatly folded clothes—if it weren't for the still-sleeping Sio, he would've shot up like a rocket already, but as it was he could only manage to crane his neck around the best he could, as his ears strained for any other sounds.

Someone had been here. That someone obviously noticed the two passed out half-naked on the couch, lying in a mess from their rapacious lovemaking, and proceeded to cover them up. That same someone also retrieved all the scattered pieces of their uniform and folded them up neatly again, ready to be worn by their owners whenever they regained consciousness.

A small tinkling noise not unlike the sound of glass clinking together startled his senses, and Adam felt his heart start hammering in his chest. Someone was still here...! And from the sounds of it, they seemed to in the bar... His breath caught in his throat as he debated on what to do: play dumb and continue to pretend sleeping until they left? Or risk waking up Sio and potentially turning this into an even more precarious situation?

Just as he was debating on lifting himself up to check over the couch, footsteps padded softly by, and Adam found himself staring right into the black-framed glasses of their interlocutor, Saint-Germain.

"Wha..."

Saint-Germain shook his head very slightly, raising a finger to his lips as he nodded back down towards the sleeping sniper. An empty bottle of gin was in his hand, and Adam realized he'd been restocking the bar—as he always did, behind the scenes. He gave a slight groan and sank back down, embarrassed as hell but also somewhat grateful that Saint-Germain didn't make this into a bigger deal than it already was. He never quite knew what the glasses-wearing man was thinking, but at least the interlocutor knew how to keep a secret. As he closed his eyes and tried to will away the unpleasant hangover that was now threatening his senses (good job, Adam) he felt the blanket being gently rearranged one more time, before the lights clicked off completely and the door hissed shut.

Well, at least they weren't paging for him over the intercom yet. Adam resolutely shut his eyes and decided to catch a few more winks while he still could. Hopefully by then his hangover would actually be gone.


"Did you find them, Saint-Germain?"

"Yes, madam. Both Miss Ogura and Mr. Muirhead are perfectly fine. They're both resting, now." Steaming-hot green tea was impeccably emptied into a cup, where it sat waiting next to a small box of candied natto, as the interlocutor filled Commander Iyo in on the two holders' whereabouts.

"...I see. Well, I suppose I should be grateful the two didn't sneak off to somewhere outside the base. Adam Muirhead, that young man...I wouldn't put it above him to use his powers for his own desires. Especially when it involves that girl..."

Saint-Germain pushed his glasses up just slightly with a gloved finger. "With all due respect ma'am, I am sure he and Miss Ogura are both more responsible than that. Even if their behavior is a bit...excessive at times." He refilled the cup before it was even empty. "Speaking as a man, who was once just as young...I can understand his feelings."

The Commander chuckled quietly. "Yes, that's right. It's been so long since I was their age..." She sighed and put the cup to the side. "I've almost forgotten those feelings, the intensity of such passion and how they can sometimes lead one to foolhardy actions. Foolish, but passionate."

The interlocutor nodded in agreement. "I suspect an overindulgence of alcohol might have influenced their decision to turn the common lounge into their personal love nest. Ah, well, you only live once I suppose. Wouldn't be the first time I caught two lovers in a tryst, anyhow. When you've been around the block as long as I have...nothing is sacred."

"...Were they shocked?" There was a hint of mischievous in the question. "That poor girl is forever concerned about how she presents herself to others..."

"No, fortunately she was fast asleep. I believe Mr. Muirhead was more than a little...abashed...but he seemed to take it in stride."

"Good. At least one of those two has some sense."

The rest of candied natto was slowly consumed in a pleasant silence.

"...So when are you thinking of paging for him?"

"Oh, the mission isn't for another 4 hours. I suppose we can give them another...hour an a half."

"...Very well, ma'am. As you say."