WARNING!

This final part of the chapter contains a lemon. If you don't wish to read it, you can skip this and miss no major plot points.

But later material may not have the same impact if you do.

I wake up, and turn over in bed.

"Easy, easy, how you feeling?"

I look to see a nurse helping me sit up.

"I'm fine," I tell her. "I just want out of this bed."

I stand up, and she holds my arm, helping me up. Once I'm out, I stretch my back, feeling the new skin stretch with the movement.

"So who was the donor?" I ask.

"Over there," she points.

I look over at the other bed, and notice Mandalorian armor sitting at the base of it.

"Please tell me you're kidding," I tell her.

"No, it was a perfect match, and she was quite eager to donate," she says.

I stare at the armor, the T in that evil visor, the thick armor plates, and turn for the exit.

"Sir! You're not clear to leave!"

I ignore her, and leave the hospital.

You have to be kidding me. A Mando's skin!?

When I walk into the trench, all the soldiers, even the soldiers in other teams and squads, stand up and begin clapping.

I stop, seeing all of them staring at me. "I miss something?" I ask.

"They heard about what you did," I hear behind me.

I turn to see a Mandalorian in big metal blue armor, the T-visor staring down at me, standing right behind me.

I jump back yelling "Shit!"

All the soldiers laugh when they see that, as do the few Mandalorians here.

Gunny smiles as Kell nearly shits himself when he sees a Mandalorian behind him.

"Ok, that was pretty funny," Gunny admits.

"I told you it would be," Louie says.

I stare at the Mandalorian, trying to fight back my disgust.

I hated Mandalorians. I didn't care if they were fighting with us or not. They were blood thirsty animals. I would never trust them.

"Thanks guys," I tell the squads, trying to regain my composure, and not show my contempt.

They all laugh, shaking my hand and congratulating me. Even a few of the Mandalorians did, which made me…disgusted. I didn't want the gratitude of Mandalo's. I'd rather have their blood.

But it felt good to know the soldiers respected and liked me. That was something.

Now I just had to not screw up.

9 hours later

I am woken up when I feel Tura gently kicking my leg.

"We got patrol duty tonight sergeant," she says, extending her hand.

Oh shit, that's right. Guess it would've been too much to hope Louie would change it around after my injury.

I take it with my right hand, trying to avoid over working my left arm. I didn't want to push the new skin on my back.

She helps me stand up, and I ask "Where are we patrolling?"

"Western complex," she says, turning and walking through the trenches back to the facility.

I follow her, half asleep, as we carefully step over sleeping soldiers and Mandalorians, making our way through the support trenches.

"You tired sergeant?"

I look up to see Tura, a good five yards ahead of me, looking back at me.

I quickly catch up to her. I was very tired, but I didn't want her to know that. "No, just…my legs still hurt."

"I see," she says.

I wondered how she was so awake and aware for all this.

"You know, I never thanked you for saving me," Tura eventually says, breaking the silence as we walk through the complex.

I felt uncomfortable, unsure how to respond.

"What, the stoic sergeant has nothing to say?" She asks.

"Don't mention it," I tell her.

"Just because this war is gruesome and bloody, doesn't mean we forget heroic actions when we see them," she says.

I smile at that, but the word hero rings empty to me. I think about all the other soldiers I had seen killed.

Canti, shot by a sniper. Liam, blasted to pieces by a mortar. Atol, a sword shoved into him. Then Mark having his body ruined by the electrical shock in that power planet. And Sanity. And countless others I didn't know the names of.

"You look like you're deep in thought," she says.

"I'm not a hero. I'm just lucky."

She says nothing to that and we continue walking down the building complex.

"You know, there is one thing I really miss about my civilian life," Tura comments.

"The safety?" I ask.

"I was thinking the long hot showers I used to take," she says.

I look around and realize why she brought this up.

We were passing by the officer's shower house.

Showers for most soldiers, NCO's and enlisted or drafted, were not pleasing. Usually only lukewarm water and preset timers of 10 minutes meant it was difficult to enjoy.

The officer's shower house didn't have the preset timers, and its water heater wasn't overworked so one could take long hot showers.

"No," I quickly tell her.

"Oh come on," she says. "No one will notice."

I look at her, seeing her big brown eyes stare up at me. It reminded me of Heather…when I saw her on Corsin, staring at the sunset, staring at me…

I push the thought from my head, and look around, seeing no one. "Fine."

She almost squeals in delight, and runs for the doors.

I follow behind her and look around.

The officer's shower house design was similar to the one I always used. A small room for the doors, then a large center locker room, with two smaller locker rooms off the left and right. Directly ahead of the shower facility was the large communal shower area. So the rumor that officers got their own little shower cubicle was a lie.

I see Tura has her flashlight out, and is already taking her boots off.

"I'll keep watch to make sure no one catches you," I tell her.

She rips her boots off and then asks "You're not coming?"

"Someone needs to keep watch," I tell her.

"Suit yourself," she says, and begins taking off her jacket.

I take a seat on the bench closest to the entrance, staring at the doors, and repeat what Gunny told me in my head.

Love and sex will get you killed. Love and sex will get you killed. Love and sex will-

I hear a shower turned on, and try to fight the urge to look back.

Love and sex will get ME killed. Love and sex will get ME killed. Love and-

I look back into the shower room.

Tura had chosen a shower spigot that could be seen from where I was sitting. She had even laid her flashlight down on a bench in the locker room, the light illuminating her as she stood in the hot water.

I had never seen Tura like this, outside her armor. Her body wasn't thin and fake like female models. Her legs were strong and toned to support her frame. Her body was full figured, with full breast and strong arms. Even her hair was beautiful, looking smooth and silky as it ran down to her shoulders.

What the hell, I could be dead tomorrow.

I walk up behind Tura, and wrap my arms around her body, pulling her into mine, feeling her hot wet skin against mine.

I hear her let out a quick gasp of air, before she relaxes and falls into my embrace.

I rest my head on her right shoulder, while she leans her head back against mine.

I stare in front of me, our bodies blocking out what little light the flashlight provided. All I could see was the outline of her breast, and nothing else further down her body, or in front of me. I could barely see the shower spigot in front of us.

I kiss her cheek, and hug her tightly into my body, her rear end pressing into my groin.

"Kell…"

My left arm slides down her body, down her waist, until I feel her entrance.

I slowly rub my fingers across her entrance, feeling the subtle difference between her juices and the hot water from the shower on my fingers.

I grab her breast with my right hand, while I push mu left hand's index and middle finger inside her, my thumb gently teasing her clitoris.

I feel Tura's legs slowly buckle as I pleasure her, and quickly wrap my right arm around her to keep her from falling.

"I got you…" I reassure her, kissing her neck.

"I know you do," I hear her whisper. "You always do."

I push my fingers deeper inside her, feeling her walls hug them tightly, covering them with her juices.

Tura grabs my left hand and pulls it out, then pushes off me to turn around and face me. I grab her waist, she wraps her hands around my neck, and we kiss.

Tura then takes me by surprise by literally jumping on me, wrapping wet her legs around my waist.

I stumble back a few steps before I regain my footing, and have a firm hold on her, mostly by gripping her ass.

Tura breaks off our kiss, but keeps her face close to mine, holding onto me tightly. I hear her let out a built up sigh, feeling her exhale the hot air past my ear.

Tura surprises me again by grabbing the sides of my head, and works her fingers into my wet hair. Expecting a kiss I prepare my lips, but she shoves me into her chest and hugs her breast around my head, shaking them so they collide with my face.

"Tura…" I mutter…

She lets go of my head, and reaches down, pushing her waist away from mine. I am taken by surprise when I feel her hand grip the base of my manhood, and angle it towards her.

I realize what she was getting ready to do. "Tura…we don't have to if-"

"Shhh…I want this," she whispers, quickly cutting me off.

I let out a long, deep breath when I feel myself finally enter her, Tura letting out her own moan of pleasure.

I hold onto Tura, and slowly begin sliding her up and down on me, her walls tightly hugging and squeezing my cock.

Tura grabs my head and leans it back, kissing my lips, slipping her tongue in.

I eagerly greet her tongue, wrapping my tongue around hers and tasting her.

Tura presses harder against my face, and I feel her hands grip my back tightly. I could even feel her nails dig into my skin.

"Kell…"She whispers again, breaking off our kiss.

I feel Tura's body begin acting more uncontrollably, her pleasure likely coming to a climax.

"KELL!"

Tura squeezes me into her chest one last time, her muscles contracting around me, pulling my cock deeper inside.

This last motion sends me overboard, and I reach my orgasm with her, screaming "TURA!" in passion as we reach our climax together.