WARNING: CONTAINS HERESY ADULT CONTENT.
Don't worry, I was tasteful, though.
Andron sat stunned for a few seconds, before wrapping both his arms around her as she rested her head on his shoulder. He felt her shake a few times as her body and soul tried to restore equilibrium after this new realization shattered her world, though for the better. He sat holding her, as he did not know what else to do in his situation. He only felt a burning desire to be by her side. There was nowhere else he would have preferred to be. For the first time in his life, he felt, he was truly happy. Even though they were in the middle of an alien warzone, he was beyond content. Andron had only had a girlfriend for a short time before joining the Guard, and as far as he knew love was something that was, up until now, completely unknown to Aureleth. Neither being quite sure what to do, they sat contently, passing what little peaceful time they would have together. Far off in the distance, the rumble of Imperial guns provided an eerily soothing backdrop. He ran his fingers through her hair, to which she inhaled deeply before pulling back and looking him in the eyes. She smiled, filling his battered soul with light before they pulled each other again into a tight embrace.
Aureleth had never before felt what she was feeling in his arms. She felt a kind of warm serenity that she never knew possible. In him she found an escape from the hell on which they both were trapped. She had felt rage, blind fury, and battle lust as a warrior; pride, a spark of creativity, and satisfaction as an artist, but none of those experiences came close to evoking the kind of tidal wave of emotion she was experiencing from one man. She felt connected with him, as if their souls were intertwining between their physical bodies.
"What does this mean?" She asked.
"What does what mean?" He was confused.
"This… us… it's so… impossible. For us to have crossed paths years ago, for me to have essentially killed you, only for you to survive by some stroke of insane luck; then for us to meet again, here, on a distant world, and my home nonetheless. Why?"
Andron thought. He had no idea what it meant. He was a man of faith, but according to his faith, only the most hideous powers in the universe could have made for a fate like his. That couldn't possibly be, however. What they had was not evil. In fact it was the very opposite: an island of light in an endless sea of blackened death and hatred. The chances were still too slim for it to be simply coincidence, though. "Does it matter?"
She smiled. "We see a reason in everything, though I cannot think of one right now for you and me. I suppose it will come to light at the proper time, though."
It occurred to Andron that he had nearly killed her as well, and that the wound he had seen adjacent to her fresh one was one he inflicted. A pang of guilt shot through him as the realization that he had nearly killed what he now held so dear dawned upon him, causing him to pull her in tight, her bosom pressing against his chest. Her reaction was a small gasp, a mannerism he had loved the first time he heard it.
"I'm sorry, too,"
"What have you to be sorry about?"
"I tried to kill you, too."
A flash of a man thrusting out with his rifle fills her vision, causing her to unconsciously wince. She shifted back, breaking the embrace, before her hand traveled down to where the scar lay.
Inside of Andron, as he reflected upon the fact that he had nearly killed her twice, as she had to him, yet they had fallen in love despite the entire galaxy working towards the contrary, he came to a resolution.
"I won't let anything happen to you. Ever," He placed his hand over hers on her stomach. "I don't want to see you hurt… I'd give my life for you," He looked into her eyes.
Aureleth had only heard that from members of her Aspect Shrine. The only people that would have given their lives for her were those with whom she was bound in blood and battle. Yet Andron would give his for her… she wondered, was that the power of love? She felt so strange. Though she knew what it was, she still could not fully understand what was going on within her body and soul. She was taken aback by his vow. It was the most sincere thing she had ever heard someone say. There was not an ounce of doubt in his voice or her heart that he loved her that much. She wondered for a split second if she would do the same, and it took only an instant, citing the way she felt around him, that she would do the same. She cursed the constant intensity of emotion that she experienced, being an Eldar, though she attributed far less of it to her race than she did simply to what he had said, and what it meant to her.
"I…"
He placed his free hand on her cheek. "I love you, and that's what you mean to me. I'm not sure if you understand, but... "
Tears were pooling at the edges of her eyes, and one broke free and began to slide down her face before landing lightly on his hand. Her hand rose and rested on his. "I do." She was just as caught as he was in the gentle yet nearly insurmountable grip of love. It took them both over, two souls so deeply intertwined as to be nearly one entity.
He pulled her towards him, gently cradling her, and she obliged. As she drew nearer, his desire to be with her only grew stronger. Her face, an angelic incarnation of beauty, her skin nearly seeming to glow in the moonlight, filled is vision on a backdrop of golden-white ethereal hair.
She remembered the way she felt the first time he kissed her. It was a small gesture, but she had felt uncomfortable enough that he had noticed. When he actually did, though… she could barely come close to recreating the feeling that had flooded through her. Nonetheless, she still felt somewhat nervous again. Eyes closed, she moved to meet him, her heart pounding in her chest.
Andron's heart raced, and the several seconds it took them to meet felt like an eternity during which his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He noticed that she again had a hint of nervousness and hesitation to her posture, though far less than the first time. He would, contrary to normal Guardsman conduct, be as gentle with her as possible. He had already hurt her twice, and would damn himself to the warp if he ever did it again, especially on such a deep emotional level as was only possible where they were. He moved his head slightly to the side, and drew her in over the final small span that separated them.
He touched his lips to her cheek, planting a small kiss and receiving no indication to stop, moved again to center his face with hers.
She was jolted by the same feeling again when he kissed her, but it did little to prepare her for the intimacy of their lips coming into contact. She tensed up at first, before every last shred of apprehension was swept away and she relaxed, locking her lips with his.
His entire being became the point of contact between the two of them, her warm, tender lips against his own as they embraced.
Her mind was almost numb as she coupled with him, a warm tingling sensation spreading throughout her body. She was more invigorated than she ever had been during combat, and that feeling was only compounded when she felt his tongue enter her mouth to which she yelped in surprise, the sound muffled by the seal between them. Again, she was experiencing another first in her life, something she had never even paid any mind to until she met him. It was incredible. She began to mimic him, learning as she went, their tongues intertwining as they held each other tight.
The sweet taste of her was divine, the warmth of her mouth both comforting and arousing. He was elated to feel her response as he pressed deeper into the kiss as she became equally consumed by the intimacy between them. They were closer together than they ever had been before, feeling each other's every movement. They slowly broke apart, both reluctant to end their embrace, and he held her, staring into her emerald eyes as she softly panted, trying to catch her breath. After a scant moment he pulled her back towards himself, their eyes closed, and they locked lips once more, though breaking frequently for tiny intervals.
He felt her soft, sweet lips slide over his own as he began to run his hands up and down her back, eliciting a soft, slow intake of breath. They continued in this manner for several more seconds before breaking the kiss and locking eyes once more. They froze for a moment before they guided each other to lay down on the mat, Andron propped upon his arms as he stared at the sight of Aureleth before him, her expression conveying nothing save for passionate love, finally let loose after being paid no attention for so long. He leaned down, kissing her on the lips before doing so again and again, tracing a path down her cheek and onto her neck. He reached her neck, and the instant he put his lips to her, he felt her hands contract on his back, and heard her sigh, feeling her breasts against his chest as she breathed.
A wave of numbness traveled down her neck throughout her entire body as he made contact with her neck. The experience was growing more and more incredible with every passing second. She began to feel another sensation. Her stomach felt warm, and the feeling travelled downwards, beginning to concentrate around her hips.
Andron continued his path down her neck until he reached her breasts, at which point he stopped and looked up at her. A hint of hesitation began to cross her face once again, but she took his hand in her own, and guided it to the tab on her suit before slowly beginning to pull it downwards. Her cleavage became exposed, and Andron swallowed, pausing. He leant down and held her in a kiss as his hand advanced further downward.
Aureleth squirmed ever so slightly as she felt the cool night air creeping down her exposed body, becoming more open to him by the second. She had never been like this, exposed in such a manner in front of anyone before. She felt almost embarrassed, but at the same time glad that it would be in front of him, whom she trusted utterly with herself. She felt the suit stop opening just above her waistline, the suit now slackened and precariously clinging to her ample breasts which were nearly open to him. He shifted his weight, still holding the kiss, and slipped his hand under her suit. The feeling of his hands running up and down her side was intoxicating, which she indicated with a sigh.
Andron ran his hand down her body, her smooth skin save for the two scars and bandages caressing his fingertips as he ran his hand over every graceful curve of her frame, down to her waist. He was rewarded with a sigh, her now hot breath filling his mouth and escaping from her nose onto his face. He decided he would go even further, and make the experience even more enjoyable for her. He broke the kiss, and they held each other's gaze. He peeled away the suit still clinging to her bosom, completely exposing her large breasts, capped with round nipples surrounded by tan areolas. He then pulled on the suit more, slipping it over her arms leaving her entire upper half exposed. He leaned in and locked her in yet another kiss before stitching a path down over her chin, and neck, placing a final kiss between her breasts before pulling his head back. He cupped her bust in his hands and gently but firmly molded them, eliciting soft sighs from the woman under him. Manipulating their soft, smooth, and warm forms, he wrapped his index fingers and thumbs over top of them and gently pinched her nipples causing her to gasp, her bust rising with her chest, further pressing into his hands.
Her entire life, she had been conditioned to follow a path and avoid any temptations or extreme pleasures, but the sensation she felt when he did that was even more erotic than the others, her entire body tingling from the two epicenters on her chest. He was teaching her a lot more than field medicine. The feeling in her lower abdomen was intensifying, and beginning to spread outwards as he moved his fingertips back and forth, slightly twisting her nipples as he leaned in again to kiss her on the neck. He stopped, to her extreme dismay, and she squirmed slightly as he got up on his knees into a sitting position. He unbuttoned his fatigues and removed his shirt, exposing a chiseled abdomen with a slightly noticeable sheen of sweat on it. Normally she would have found such a thing unpleasant, but she instead found it extremely attractive as it highlighted his muscular frame. He leaned back in, this time deeply and locked lips with her yet again, heat pouring from his body onto hers.
Her soft breasts were pinned between her and him, her nipples rubbing his chest as he made love to her. The feeling of her skin against his, her beautifully and elegantly formed body pressed tightly against him was driving him mad, but he held back, mindful of his oath. They remained like that for several minutes, her arms running up and down his back as she tried to feel every inch of his body before he broke the kiss, and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Do you trust me?" He asked in an affectionate yet serious tone.
Aureleth smiled. "With everything."
He returned her smile before leaning in again and stitching a path down her neck, over her breasts, and down her stomach, her warmth radiating onto his face. He approached her waistline, and she squirmed with pleasure as he went nearer and nearer to her nether regions. He stopped just below her waist, and looked up to her for approval, her eyes meeting his as she peered over the two large mounds on her chest.
All her life, from the time she was but a child she had been living a live devoid of any sort of intimacy, whether through affection from a parent or the embrace of a lover. All that lay in her future were paths, predetermined routes that she was to follow. Eldar society shunned one of the most important aspects of the well-being of a sentient mind: companionship. She had fought beside many warriors, had many friends, but it was always lacking a key element that could have only been fulfilled with the right person, and that she did not understand until recently, even though it was still mysterious. The only physical contact she could recall was the tending of wounds received in battle or an occasional clasp of gauntlets. Always, though she was among thousands, she was also alone. She had been repressed her entire life by a society completely focused on avoiding any kind of pleasure, and it had withered away at her soul before he entered her life and, in a few short days, freed her from the shackles that had pinned her to the ground for the past century. He had shown her things she didn't even know of, making her body react to him in ways she hadn't known were possible, making her experience sensations which were completely new, exciting, and erotic. He had proven that he loved her, and she knew that she loved him. She was not lying when she said she would trust him with everything because she knew he could be. She loved him deeply, and wanted to give him the most precious gift a woman could give. While she was never privy to any of the recreational aspects of what they were doing, she did know the emotional and moral weight of what she still held, and had only thought about when she had first learned of it, and never since then until now. She wanted to be closer to him, as close as she possibly could both spiritually and physically. She nodded.
He moved back up and took hold of the sleeves of her half-removed suit, peeling it away under her after another short kiss. She arched her back so it could slide under her, causing her breasts to thrust out and bounce. Andron pulled downward, the suit peeling away from her body until it reached her waist. He paused, and they both took a deep breath. He pulled, the suit sliding over her waist, and then her gracefully curved hips, revealing a small patch of short golden hair. He continued to remove the suit, exposing her long sculpted legs, and finally removed it completely. He was taken aback by her incredible beauty, and sat motionless for a moment as she shifted her body under his gaze, embarrassed.
"You're… you're beautiful," was all he could muster, to which she smiled while her legs remained overlapping, concealing her womanhood from direct view.
She had never imagined she would be in the manner she was, let alone in front of a human, or even another eldar. Nonetheless, she was happy it would be him, and she eagerly awaited what would come next, as the details were still a mystery to her. He leaned in over her again, slipping his hand under her leg at the knee, and bringing her thigh up with him as he held her in a deep kiss, their tongues probing into each other's mouths. He grabbed her breasts again and pinched her, sending tingling waves of pleasure throughout her body. He leaned in further, and she felt his pants rub against her, suddenly sending a powerful electrifying wave of pleasure shooting through her entire body from a tiny origin where he had brushed against her. She took a huge breath of air and arched her back, pressing her breasts into him and squeezing him to her. He kissed her neck, supplementing the feeling and it sustained itself for a moment longer before fading. He then rolled off of her and, laying on the mat next to her, removed his fatigues and undergarment. His manhood sprang up after being held down for so long, and she stared at it with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. He rolled back over onto his hands and knees above her.
She looked up at him, her green emerald eyes reflecting his face. "Do you still want this? It doesn't have to be now." He was assuming that they'd live into the next few days. He hoped to the God-Emperor that he would understand and help him survive. She was all he was living for. He didn't even know what they were going to do, where they were going to go, or how they were going to get there, but all he had was a ceramite determination to ensure that she remained unharmed, and he would even give his life to keep that promise.
She nodded tentatively, doubts beginning to creep into her mind for reasons that she wasn't completely sure of. Just moments ago she wanted it, but now, as there is nothing separating him and her, or her chastity. She loved what was happening to her. She was becoming free of her oppressive roots, but that also held serious potential consequences. She knew that, in the end, her society was a reflection of its past mistakes. It had become that way because of excess and the Eldar's susceptibility to lavishness. Despite her previous feelings, fear began to pool in her stomach, creating an icy pit that was intensifying as each instant passed. She looked at Andron, not even the slightest allusion to malevolence on his face. He only wanted her to be happy, which he had made clear before they had started. She tried to find the reason behind her fear, and could not, despite searching intently. Was it the fact that She Who Thirsts would take the first opportunity presented to consume her soul? Possibly, but that didn't explain all of it, as the past moments of enlightenment and freedom was well worth the risk to her. She realized that there was no real tangible reason, that it simply did not feel right at that time. She wanted it, him, but she just didn't feel ready for it at that moment. It was just too fast for her, and she felt as if she was becoming overwhelmed. Those were the least solid reasons for fear she had ever had, yet it gripped her in such a way that she could not dismiss it. She had never felt so… vulnerable. She looked away, biting her lip, trying to fight back the intense wave of emotions that was seizing her. She couldn't go through with it. She felt the head radiating off of his member on her skin.
"Wait," She tightened her legs, concealing her womanhood. Andron stopped in his tracks, a look of concern crossing his face.
"What, what's wrong?"
She still looked away. "I… I can't… I'm afraid. I…" She choked up, eyes glistening, a tidal wave of repressed emotions about to break free.
"Was it something I did?" He was already cursing himself to the Warp and back.
"No, no… I…" She couldn't say it, because as she went to her throat seized, refusing to let any words escape. She felt alone again. She didn't know why, but that ever present feeling of loneliness that shadowed her for nearly the past two centuries began to spread throughout her again. It was then that she understood why she was feeling the way she did. For her entire life, she was forced to bottle up her emotions, suppress as much feeling as she could as her culture demanded. That, coupled with the physical isolation she experienced for all that time, formed a festering wound in her soul far worse than any she had received in combat. Now, experiencing something as powerful as physical intimacy, and love, it was set to purge itself.
Andron moved aside, and lay next to her on his side. "Aureleth," he said gently, turning her head to face him, holding her chin between his index finger and thumb. She looked pitiful, like a child about to suffer an emotional breakdown. It saddened him deeply to see her in such a state.
What she wanted more than anything, she realized, was the loving embrace of someone to comfort her. She had never, in over a century of life and all of its pains, had that luxury. At that moment, however, it lay next to her. All she wanted was for him to give her the greatest he had to offer her at that moment. She rolled over, wrapped her arms around him, and wept, the feeling of his warm embrace, his arms around her back further adding to a haven where, for the first time in her life, she could let out all of the pain and sadness she had accumulated over her life.
Andron lay with her wrapped in his arms, there for her as he promised he would be. He could almost feel her pain radiating off of her onto him. He had been raised somewhat similarly, though instead of bottling up his pains and fears, he was taught to extinguish them. She was left for her soul to slowly rot away, consumed by an oppressive lifestyle and utter lack of affection. Her tears trickled down her face, becoming caught between her cheek and his chest where she pressed against him, trying to get ever closer to him. He gently ran his fingers through her wispy hair offering as much comfort as a man himself in pain could. He had demons, he just ignored them. One day, though, he would have to face them… He kissed the top of her head. His mind wandered, though never strayed far from her. He thought about what they had done, about her sudden breakdown. She was emotionally fragile, he should have known that. Her life was in turmoil, and he had only added to it, and she was vulnerable despite the ironclad façade she had tried to maintain at first. He had taken her emotions and used them, hadn't he? He wasn't sure… his oath rang in his mind once again, sending a red-hot lance of guilt into his heart. He prayed dearly that he hadn't, for to him, it would mean the loss of the last of his humanity. Slowly, over his lifetime, his ability to feel, to be compassionate, had been withered away time after time. She had revitalized that part of him, and he'd be damned If he would let it die again. All he could do, wanted to do, was hold her tight.
They lay like that for what felt like an eternity before drifting off to sleep together, in each other's arms, Aureleth venting centuries of angst built up, feeling the soothing embrace of a lover long overdue; and Andron, holding tightly the only thing in the galaxy that mattered to him anymore.
Sorry this one took so long, it's tough typing with one hand.
ba-ZING
In all seriousness, though, this one was tough. I was trying to think of the best way to proceed, and after MUCH thought, it came to this (not for the worse, I think). We'll get back into the action soon. I just have to figure out what's going to happen next.