Hi guys and a big big sorry from me. I was in Norway for 4 weeks and had no opportunity whatsoever to continue writing. But now I'm back and with me the last part of chapter 6. It's not that much and I apologize, but at least the story continues. ;)

Warning: Slight adult content!

Have fun.

Light from a computer screen lit Grace's face. Although it was one of only a few sources of light in the whole laboratory she ignored the fact that her surroundings were so dimly lit. Today's meeting had set her back on so many levels and in order to fulfill the new requirements she had to work overtime.
The colonel's demands for the development of a weapon against the Na'Vi not only forced her to change the way the scientific teams worked now, it also meant that they couldn't work on their original goal as efficiently as before. And to make this redeployment as smooth as possible while still stalling for time was not easy. She had already spent the whole evening on this, in addition to some other administrative tasks that now required her attendance.

It had already gotten late. Again. Although she had no interest in staying late in her lab after her first incident with the colonel there she was again. It was useless.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and although she had halfway expected this to happen she got scared anyway. It had come so suddenly.
Instinctively she jolted backwards, almost falling from her chair, but got caught in the last moment. She didn't need to turn in order to know who it was visiting her, but when she did she found that the pale blue light from the computer screen illuminated Quaritch's face in a creepy way.

"What is it now?" she sighed after having regained her composure. "Don't you see that I'm already working on your demands?"

Silence was the only answer she got – and a stare from cold blue eyes.

Slowly he pulled her up from the chair so her eyes were on the same level as his and before she could say anything he caught her mouth in a demanding kiss.
She closed her eyes and simply let it happen. The inevitable had been delayed for so long. It had to happen sooner or later. It simply surprised her that he had chosen her lab as the place. Whatever – she had to go along with it.
When he released her from the kiss she took a deep breath.

"Is this what you want? Here?"

Again he didn't reply and his face didn't show the slightest emotion. Instead he gently pushed her to the nearest wall. When she touched it with her back she felt the cool metal through the fabric of her clothing and suppressed a shiver. Part of her was scared like hell, but what was there to do? Again she tried to communicate with him without showing too much panic in her voice.

"What is wrong with you? Why can't you say a word?"

It didn't surprise her much, though, that there came no reply.
She closed her eyes again and leaned her head back on the wall and waited. Whatever would happen now, it would pass. He should have his way. A sarcastic voice in her head added that the day was ruined anyway.

She felt the warmth of his body cornering her and she smelt him. It was a distinctive smell, not a bad one, clean, consisting of his aftershave and a little bit of himself.
When he lowered his head to kiss her again there was even a part of her that wanted to respond. He took his time before he trailed down her cheeks and neckline and while he did this she suddenly felt him unbuttoning her jeans and soon after that his hand in her trousers. His other hand crept up her shirt and began to squeeze her breasts.
She bit her lower lip in order to suppress a reaction while his hand kept wandering until it had found her most intimate spot. However when he began to caress her she had to gasp.
Yes, it felt good! As a biologist she knew what it was supposed to feel good and goddammit he knew what he was doing. Nevertheless she couldn't get rid of the feeling that her body was betraying her by responding to his touches.

Oh God, why is he doing this? Why?

It was so good and so bad at the same time and there was no escape. Should she just give in to his caresses or should she resist? Hah! If resistance only would have been possible…

It seemed that she couldn't hide her reactions entirely, because he appeared to be learning what she liked and what she didn't like and he used that knowledge…

When she finally came, trembling and convulsing in his arms, she felt dirty and used. His face still betrayed no emotion, leaving her alone with these feelings.

She felt her knees weaken.

He took his hand out of her trousers and licked the finger he had used for something else just a few minutes ago. Then he turned around and left as silently as he had come.

Grace sank to the floor.