Hello readers, I'm sorry for the delay but here is chapter 6. I know it is short but this used to be the rest of chapter 5. Unfortunately problems arose and I had to adjust. I am extremely thankful for all the reviews, they help more than you know. Really they are extemely appreciated. This chapter takes advantage of the M rating I accidently gave this story, so if you're offended by sexual situations beware. (It's really not that bad compared to some of the other fics on here, my erotic writing skills are terrible at best...). Enjoy and review if you can.

**Side note: Baird isn't a complete asshole like some people make him out to be. Dude still has feelings and compassion, he just doesn't show it that much. At least that's what I took from the games and book(s). Maybe I'm wrong though...**

Chapter 6:

The mission to the stranded camp was to commence tomorrow; Marcus gave Baird a few days to prepare and the corporal took the opportunity to sharpen his skills at the gun range. He spent the rest of his time thinking about how to approach the situation. Was he to just run up to their head honcho and shoot him in the face? Snipe him from a distance? The final details on the operation would be past down to him tomorrow morning and Baird dreaded the moment.

As he sat on his bed packing the few supplies he needed his thoughts kept coming to private Byrne. He imagined her there, standing in front of him, body naked and burning, burning for him, waiting for him, waiting for his next move. He had already been close to her, very close, but that didn't stop him from fantasising. Like his many fantasies, his erotic encounters with her were nothing more than releasing tension. A kiss there, a dry hump there, all of it was amazing but it meant nothing the next morning. The night she stumbled into his workspace- drunk and teasing- and he refrained from fucking her was the night he realised he wanted her for more than just her body.

As if on cue, Sam rapped at his door and made her way in. Baird kicked his equipment under his bead and stood up to meet her in the hallway of his suite. He wondered if she knew of the mission, or if she was going to participate but he wasn't going to bring it up, mainly because Marcus had made it clear not to tell anyone about any of it. The sergeant made his serious 'I'll kill you' face when he told him not to speak about the mission and Baird knew what that meant.

"Hey Byrne, here for a peep show again?" Baird asked with a smirk.

"Don't act like you hate it you little perv." Sam replied with a grin. Baird guessed she was here to fool around again, a perfect gift for his last day alive. "You can call me Sam you know."

"Oh I'm sure I'll be calling your name out woman." Baird uttered.

Sam hit his face with an anaemic smack that turned into a gentle rub of his cheeks. She gave him a coquettish look as he grabbed her hand and pulled her whole body towards him. They had done this before, but the female gear noticed something was bothering the man. Baird also noticed something was up, with her, but he refrained from bringing it up. Suddenly Sam pushed away from the mechanic and left him with a baffled look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Baird asked.

"Nothing, just wondering if everything was alright." She said.

"Yeah, it's always roses and honey and all that shit around here." Baird responded.

Samantha gave him a curious look but decided that maybe nothing was wrong after all, seeing as Baird was his usual asshole self.

They made their way into the master bedroom; the air was hot and heavy. They opened a window and let a cool ocean breeze hit them but they keep burning. Sam removed her bandana and wiped the drips on her neck, as if she had stood in a cool rain just seconds ago. She threw the soaked bandana at Baird and the man took a big whiff of the material.

"You're a nasty motherfucker aren't ya?" She said deviously.

Baird grinned at her as he sat on the bed, back against the headboard, and took off his shirt. She stood at the bottom of the bed, a surge of juices building between her legs. He gave her a knowing look, calling her into his arms. She hopped on the bed on and approached him like a wild animal hunting its prey. As she got close their lips locked and Sam gave a low moan, indicating her arousal. As Baird pulled off her shirt, feeling the smoothness of her skin, she began to burn and breathe faster.

The last of the sunlight had faded and the twilight cast deep shadows across the room. She was silently giggling, pressing her hips against him as she straddled him. His hands seemed to be everywhere, and she longed for his tongue as they explored each other's mouths. Suddenly she felt his hand reach into her pants and slip a finger into her, sharing in her wetness. Sam shivered, feeling the heat filter through her whole body. He worked her with his fingers as if he was fixing a broken machine; an uneven moan escaped her lips as her head fell back. Baird took the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck before making his way south. As a warm mouth suckled on her breast she began to really lose it.

If there was one thing Baird was good at- besides being a jerk- it's foreplay. Maybe this was the reason she kept coming back for more. She remembered her first night with him; the awkwardness, the alcohol, the way Baird had made her feel better then she'd felt in a long time, the way he made her forget about Santiago. She wanted to write off the experience as nothing more than a great one night stand, but then it happened again, and again, and again. They were together, in bed, and each time felt amazing. The way he worked her every time, with the stamina and enthusiasm of a man who hadn't fucked in years, felt unbelievable.

She was transported from her thoughts by the realization that they were both naked. His manhood erect and ready to please her. She grabbed his penis and began to rub her clit with it, teasing the poor man. Her playfulness betrayed the fact that she wanted him inside her as much as he wanted to be in her. She positioned herself but hesitated for a slight moment, this was the opportunity Baird needed. Suddenly she felt a thrust, followed by another and then a tempo started. Her natural wetness helped her adjust to the violation, and soon both lovers were in a steady rhythm. Baird's joyful expression was not unlike a small child as he looked at her breasts bounce up and down as she rode him. These moments were the ones she loved most, when Baird's true emotions showed. Sam released an involuntary moan as the sensation of Baird's dick pushing in and out of her blossomed. Her legs began to shiver and her back bowed; after a few seconds she could no longer hold it. Her orgasm overpowered her senses and she screamed from it. The ecstasy flowed through her body and she just let the waves of bliss consume her. Her body went limp for a second as she almost collapsed on top of the corporal. She gathered herself and had only one thing on her mind: more.

Baird lay in bed, looking at the beautiful woman besides him. She made him feel so good and he wanted her all to himself, but he knew this wasn't going to happen. Sam was a strong, independent woman, and the last thing she would want is to be tied down to a man. Still Baird wanted to ask, ask if their wild nights meant anything. The need for validation is a basic human instinct and he was not immune to such things. The words he wanted to say kept dying in his throat as she looked back at him with her infectious smile.

Sam lay in bed, staring at the rugged man besides her. He made her feel better than any man before, but emotionally he gave her almost nothing. Not that he was fundamentally opposed to the idea but she simply never brought it up. Still Sam wanted to ask him, ask if he wanted her for more than just her body. She was emotionally rebuffed once already by another man and was afraid of Baird's answer. She wanted to simply blurt out the words "I love you" but the courage escaped her as he looked at her with his cocky smirk.

The silence was almost deafening.