Author note

Hello good people! I hope you all like this chapter but I must say I suck at romance to death, just suck. So if its terrible just tell me nicely because I expect that it probably is.

I've actually had this written forever and just now noticed it. I can be such an idiot sometimes… 'sigh'

This is not an AU chap, I'm pretty sure Noble could have taken a break before going to get Halsey and her data. These chapters are definitely not in chronological order, the best way to tell what comes first is by timeline of the game or by which members of Noble are alive. Well anyway hope you like my Six/ Emile pairing.

I do not own Halo.

Enjoy.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Noble Six growled as she stormed into the room. The four remaining members of Noble Team were taking a quick rest before they continued on. Emile turned towards her, letting out a sigh of annoyance, he wasn't in the mood for this.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh don't try to pull that shit on me, Emile." Six warned in an angry voice. She proceeded to rip off her helmet and nearly throw it to the ground, her expression well near furious. "Why the Hell did you do something so stupid?" Scowling he placed his helmet on the table next to him, wanting to be able to glare back at the newest Noble. He pushed himself away from the wall and took a step closer to her, trying to intimidate her.

"The way I do things is none of your business." He shot back icily.

"It is when it could have gotten you killed!"

"Well I'm not dead, so I don't see the problem! What's it to you anyway?"

"Do you have any idea what would happen to us if we lost you? There's only four of us left Emile! We can't afford to lose anyone else and charging into the middle of a group of Elites and a Hunter with a half empty shotgun isn't the best idea!"

"It got the job done! And Jun had my back." He defended, surprised at how upset she was about this.

"You still could have gotten killed." She said, her voice slightly less angry. "And a sniper isn't always gonna be there to watch your back."

"As long as we get this job done it doesn't matter." He reverted back to the original problem. Her hands clenched at her sides and her glare returned, harsher than before. "What? Its true, as long as we get the mission done it doesn't matter what happens." Six took a deep and calming breath before looking him square in the eye.

"You may not care what happens to you Emile, but I do." She snapped. It only took her a split second to realize her slip. "Emile I-" She started to explain but was cut of when his mouth crashed onto hers. Six stood in shock for a moment, her eyes wide as Emile kissed her. She knew that it was wrong, but after a moment of hesitation, she returned the kiss just as strongly.

Emile didn't know what he was doing, or why he was doing it. Something just came over the aggressive Spartan, and he had to admit to himself that he liked it. He twisted his right hand into Six's hair, his other moving to her waist in an attempt to bring her closer. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down further to deepen the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring it thoroughly. She retaliated, locking her tongue with his in a fight for dominance. A fight neither of them wanted to lose. It was a hungry kiss and one that conveyed things that neither of them quite understood or knew existed.

Six's lungs burned, and she pulled her head back away from his, taking in a large gulp of air. Emile took the opportunity to move his attack to her scared face, wanting to have more of Six.

"Emile." She breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper. His mouth found hers again. He cursed the amour that separated them, wanting to bring the female Spartan even closer, but their amour prevented that, and so did the situation. He reveled in the feel of her mouth against his and the fact that she was participating fully in their actions, seemingly enjoying them just as much as he was.

Suddenly she struggled to push him away from her, her mouth leaving his.

"Emile." She hissed under her breath urgently. He ignored her, to enthralled with the feel of her skin under his lips. "Emile!" She growled in warning and forced herself out of his grip just as the door slid open. Emile quickly masked the shock in his expression, turning his face into a neutral mask as a figure stepped into the room.

"Emile have you seen…" Jun began to say as he walked into the room. "Oh, there you are." The sniper finished as he caught sight of Noble Six. Jun noticed the tense atmosphere immediately and looked from one team mate to another, surprised at the lack of helmets. His gaze turned suspicious when he noticed Six's slightly flushed cheeks, though her eyes and expression showed nothing out of the ordinary. "Its time to move out." He said, his tone conveying his suspicion. Giving the two other Spartans one last glance through his red visor, the sniper left the room, expecting them to follow.

Six walked over to where her helmet was on the floor and picked it up. She held it loosely in her hands, just staring at it before she turned her eyes to Emile. They held a look of regret, though if it was because she regretted their actions or if she regretted the fact that they stopped, he didn't know. Before he could do anything, she slipped her helmet back on and exited the room, leaving Emile alone.

He watched her go, something close to regret in his eyes as well. The regret soon turned to anger at himself. How had he not heard Jun coming? He was always on the alert, the slightest sounds putting him on the offensive, but he hadn't even heard footsteps. Six had, and if it weren't for that fact, the sniper would have caught them. Noble Four cursed himself. How could he have let his guard down so easily? How could Noble Six make him lose control liked that? He groaned in frustration and shook his head, thinking about it wasn't what he needed to do. He licked his lips, he could still taste her faintly. He took a calming breath, surprised at how fast his heart was going. Not even the thrill of battle evoked this reaction. Confused, frustrated, and angry, Emile pulled his helmet back on and exited the room, trying to ignore the feelings that made no sense to the usually cold hearted Spartan.

I hope I didn't OC Emile, I just picture him as really detached from his emotions and aggressive in everything he does. If any of you have ideas for this thing, I'm wide open. More 4/6 and 1/2 coming soon. Hope you liked it. Oh yes and this chapter will be mentioned in the Noble Fall chap with Emile, just to let you all know.

Thank you reviewers, you guys rock!

Happy Bungie Day :D! Sadly I never got teamed against Bungie and never got the chance to win my free steak : ( But alas. (If any of you were lucky enough to win a steak tell me how it tasted, I must know what I missed.

SS out.