Hey folks! By my count, it's only about six weeks until Halo 4 is out! It's the second in a set of three games that I am waiting for, all of which are due to be released around the same time, and only one of which is paid off! The first is Assassin's Creed III, and the third is Call of Duty: Black Ops II. (Hey, they all have numbers in their titles.)
Anyway, things have been a bit hectic lately. I've just moved into a new place, and I've only now managed to get the internet connection, but without further ado, here is the latest and sexiest chapter of On the Beach.
At the Gym
The chains holding the punching bag rattled as the lone occupant of the gym lay one blow after another into the well-worn bag. Though shorter and somewhat smaller than most other individuals who came in here to train, the woman nonetheless had an air about her that clearly said 'mess with me as your own peril, buddy!' This was usually enough to make any men thinking about hitting on her to stay away, lest she decided to do any actual hitting on their physical being.
And even if that did not work, it was common knowledge that this woman's boyfriend was one of the deadliest soldiers that the human race had ever produced, and was literally more than capable of killing them with just one really solid blow. Sometimes being associated with a well-known war hero really had its benefits. Cortana had learned this a long time ago, but still, being recognised for your own personal talents was nice, which was one of the reasons as to why she trained as hard as she could when she went to the gym.
Laying into the bag with a few lightning-fast punches and jabs before finishing her movements off with a perfectly executed roundhouse kick, Cortana stood back from the swinging target and took a few moments to catch her breath. When her consciousness had been transferred into her new human form, she had decided to ditch many of the files in her mind, feeling that she did not need them, but also kept a few, which would now take the form of memories and such, just like those belonging to any other sentient being. She also had a few added, figuring that they would prove handy in her new life, and one of them was a combination of various forms of self-defence; martial arts, military hand-to-hand, as well as a few weapon-based forms. Her reasoning was that she needed to be able to protect herself, but also that it was a way for keeping herself in shape.
When John had seen her perform these skills for the first time, he had been impressed, both at the seamless transition that these talents made from mere program files into actual 'learned' memories for Cortana, and at the ease in which she had physically performed them.
Of course, he did make a smartass comment about how she had not learned them naturally, but had instead essentially 'cheated' by downloading them directly. Cortana simply rolled her eyes at this and tried to ignore his quips.
As usual, thinking of John made her smile. Their relationship had hit a bit of a rough patch recently, but they managed to get through without any serious problems. The two had a disagreement with each other, and John had embarked on a mission before they could smooth over anything. In her time alone, Cortana had sought council with her sister, Miranda Keyes. Miranda had treated her to some 'girl talk' and given a few ideas as to how she and John could make things up.
It had worked like a charm. Upon arriving home, John had found his girlfriend had cooked up a lovely meal and worn some new clothes that really accentuated her feminine physique, complete with sexy underwear. After the meal, the two had moved to the couch, where they proceeded to make love, discovering that make-up sex definitely ranked high on the list of the best kinds of intimacy.
Naturally, Miranda could tell that the couple had worked out their problems, due to the obvious change in Cortana's demeanour. She had teased her sister about this, only to have her questions answered with silence and an enigmatic smile. But that was all the answer that Miranda needed; very few people understood the former AI as well as she did.
"You look like you need someone to steady your bag."
Cortana spun around at the comment voiced by the very familiar deep baritone. John was just entering the gym, all seven feet and mass of muscle of him. But despite his size and other physical characteristics that hinted at being a walking leviathan even without his armour, he was more than capable of being silent when the situation called for it. Apparently, sneaking up on his girlfriend when she was having a private workout in the gym was one of those instances.
"That depends," Cortana replied coyly, "are you offering?"
John made a little show of looking around the gym to see if anyone else was there to do the job that he offered before turning back to her. "Yeah, I suppose I might be," he said in an equally coy tone, before walking over and grabbing the still-swinging bag.
The former AI smiled at the Spartan. Their relationship had always been one of playful bantering, but in recent times, it seemed as though John had been doing it more and more often. She figured it had something to do with their love life. Before, he had still possessed a somewhat playful edge, but this often had to be put aside in favour of the military precision and behaviour that had been drilled into him and his fellow Spartans since childhood. At times like that, Cortana actually felt sorry for the fact that these particular circumstances had determined his life for so long.
But ever since that day on the beach when he had happened to come across her sunbathing nude, which had the direct result of them being intimate for the first time, he had clearly opened up and become decidedly more inclined to act on his playful nature. This suited Cortana just fine, since she herself had developed a playful streak at least a kilometre wide after becoming human, and had virtually no problem with acting upon it, especially when it came to matters regarding their love life.
John held the bag while Cortana shifted back into a fighting stance; arms raised, right foot back from the left, and shoulders square on to target. He gave her a small nod, and she let loose with a series of flurries and blows against her target, all executed with near-perfect skill and precision. The punches and kicks were delivered with such fury that they would have disabled or incapacitated an average human aggressor, and even the person holding the back might have had trouble keeping it in position. Fortunately, John was a Spartan, and they were capable of suffering from attacks that were much more devastating than these. Hell, John had been struck in the chest by a Hunter's Fuel Rod cannon on more than one occasion, so the assault he was being dealt with was relatively minor.
As Cortana finished her movements and paused to catch her breath, the Spartan leaned his head around from the edge of the bag. "Not bad at all," he complimented. "Of course, I still maintain that you took the easy way by downloading these files when you were still an AI." He gave a grin, knowing that this would most likely provoke a reaction from the former AI.
She did not disappoint. "Really?" she asked, still breathing very heavily. Without waiting for a reply, she spun around and let loose a sudden backwards kick, her heel digging square into the middle of the bag. Even with his combat-honed skills, John was caught a little off-guard by the sudden attack and the strength behind it, and he felt himself being pushed back a little.
Cortana took a few steps back and turned around to face him again. She placed her hands on her hips and continued to breathe heavily, though this was starting to even out a little. "Well, maybe I did that because I wanted to make sure that you didn't need to worry about me from the get-go."
John stepped out from behind the back and smiled. "Is that so?" he asked.
Cortana paused again. "Maybe. I'm a little too winded to think of a better excuse at the moment." John laughed as she walked over to her bag which rested on the bench. She first picked up her towel, patting away the layer of sweat that had accumulated on her head and shoulders, then put this down and grabbed her water bottle, downing nearly half of its contents to quench her thirst.
As Cortana took a few moments to recuperate, John slowly made his way out to the middle of the sparring mats. "You know what?" he said, his voice taking on the slightest hint of a challenging tone. "It seems that while working over the bag is easy enough, you could probably do with a live opponent. I think that would be a more interesting test, don't you think?"
After taking a few seconds to place her towel and drinking bottle back in her bag, Cortana looked over at him. To most people, taking on a Spartan, even in the controlled nature of a simple sparring match, was decidedly tempting fate or even risking life itself. Perhaps the only ones who could come off mostly intact would be another Spartan.
ODSTs were nearly as tough as Spartans, and could probably pull that off as well, but Cortana was well aware of the incident that occurred when John was in his teens and he was forced to fight in the ring against four of them at once. He had copped a few bumps and bruises, but he fared better than his ODST opponents; they all ended up dead. And she was not as tough as those bastards were.
But Cortana was also fully aware that John would never willingly hurt her. He would pull his attacks to ensure that he probably never even hit her. His level of devotion to her was so strong that he would willingly allow himself to get hurt, even seriously, if it meant that she would remain unscathed. He cared about her that much.
Still, if he was offering to help in her training, she saw no reason to turn down his offer. Hell, she might even get lucky and land a few blows.
"Alright, John," she said as she stepped on to the mats. "Let's dance." With that, she assumed a fighting stance once more.
John also assumed a fighting stance, with the ease of one who had been doing such things for so long that they had become second nature to him. Though he wanted to provide a challenge for Cortana, he still did not want to hurt her, of course, and so he figured that he might as well let her take the first shot.
She did not disappoint. Cortana started out with a few jabs from her left fist before following up with more powerful strikes from her right, and continuing on with a series of combinations of the two. It was all a standard form of fighting; a way of testing the waters before committing fully to the bout. So John was not that surprised when Cortana gradually increased her pace, and soon introduced kicks to her retinue of moves. She had talent, for sure, and in a fight against any other opponent, she would have stood a good chance of coming out on top. But John was a Spartan, and his decades of combat expertise allowed him to block, parry and deflect the blows with little difficulty.
Pausing a moment in her assault, Cortana shifted back, still hopping and moving back and forth like any good fighter would. "You're holding back, John," she challenged.
John remained in his defensive posture, his hands still at the ready. "I thought I'd see what kind of attacks you were capable of, for a start."
"What?" Cortana said mockingly. "Are you afraid of hurting little old me?"
John laughed. "Maybe. I just figured that -"
His comment was cut off as Cortana let loose a sudden strike with her fist, catching him off-guard on the bridge of the nose. She had pulled her punch, so it was of reduced strength, but even had it been full power, the Spartan would have barely felt it. Still, the fact that she had suckered him in and scored a cheap shot was something of a surprise.
Cortana laughed. "Gotcha!"
John shook his head and allowed a feral grin to cross his face. "Oh, now you're gonna get it!" With that, he launched into a flurry of his own attacks, which the former AI actually managed to deflect on her own quite easily. Clearly the information that she kept in her mind when she made the transfer to human had come in handy.
For the next couple of minutes, the pair circled around each other. One would make an attack against their opponent, who in turn would usually block or deflect it with ease. Despite the obvious size advantage that John had over her, Cortana seemed not the slightest bit intimidated by her opponent. This was partially due to the relationship that they had, but it was not the sole reason. Even back as a sentient computer program, Cortana was aware that size was not the be all and end all in combat, as being smaller than one's opponent actually had its own set of advantages. It was merely a matter of noticing them and applying them in the appropriate situations.
After nearly three minutes of sparring, Cortana launched a kick aimed at John's midsection, only to have the Spartan grab the limb and use his strength to push sideways and outward on the knee, causing her to fall to the mats. The plan was to push her down and go down with her, trapping her under his body mass and forcing her to submit. But it seemed as though the joke was on him; Cortana had actually planned this movement and as he went down, she continued the momentum, making them roll until she was on top! John suddenly found himself lying flat on his back, and Cortana quickly positioned herself so that she was straddling his chest, with her knees on either side of his head.
She looked down at him with a victorious smirk on her face. "Give up, John?"
He sighed. "I have to admit, you are good," he said. This only served to widen Cortana's smirk, and he sensed her letting her guard down ever so slightly.
This was all he needed, and he brought his arms up to grasp her on either side of the midsection. He pushed her easily off him, and shifted their positions so that she rolled backwards and he rolled with her. The end result was her lying flat with him positioned over her and using his hands to pin her arms firmly against the mat.
"But I'm still better," he said with his own smirk.
Cortana knew that the chances of her being able to reverse this particular situation were virtually none, so she decided to let herself relax and allow the residual adrenaline to drain from her system. "Of course you still are," she pointed out breathlessly. "You're a Spartan, remember?"
John regarded her with a smile. "Don't feel too bad, Cortana," he said, with the slightest hint of affection creeping into his tone; one that he frequently took with her. "You handled yourself very well. In fact, quite a few soldiers with more actual combat experience than you were still less of a challenge than you were."
"Really?" Cortana asked, raising her eyebrows. "I don't suppose you pulled your punches with them too?"
"Well, yes," he admitted, "but then, this was during the war with the Covenant, and we needed as many soldiers to fight as possible. I doubt that my superiors would have appreciated me killing any of our fellow troops." Here, Cortana gave a little snicker. "And I will also admit that I didn't pull my punches then as much as I did now, but that's because you matter to me much more than the entirety of the UNSC combined."
It was a simple comment, delivered in a casual off-hand way, but the very nature of the words was enough to make Cortana's heart flutter with love at the man. She felt his hands relinquish their hold on her arms, and she wrapped them gently around his neck, drawing him closer for a kiss.
When they pulled apart, John could not resist goading her a little more. "Of course, I still maintain that you technically cheated by just downloading those files instead of learning them like a regular human."
Cortana promptly whacked him on the side of the head. "Shut up!" she said in a mock anger that was offset by their matching smiles. Then they locked lips once more.
As the kiss deepened, John instinctively ran his hands along Cortana's sides, feeling the firm and yet feminine body under the layers of her training clothes. Even through the fabric, he still brushed against the sensitive areas of her flesh, causing her to whimper slightly as her desire was being stoked.
John's mind suddenly snapped back to the here and now, and he quickly pulled his lips back from Cortana's, who regarded him with a slightly confused look.
"Look, Cortana," he explained, "as much as I'd like to go further with you, and I think you know what I am talking about…" He delivered these last words in a very suggestive tone, and she nodded understandingly; she was starting to experience the same urges, after all. "I just don't think that this is the right time and place for it."
He did have a point. The two of them were still in a very compromising position, with him lying on top of her on the sparring mats. In fact, their little display of affection had caused her body to instinctively react and her legs were now wrapped around his waist. Still, this was the gym that was used by the soldiers and base personnel. Although the base itself was only lightly staffed at the moment, and nobody else had come in to use the gym at all today, it still did not change the fact that it was a public place, and as such, not exactly the kind of location to get intimate.
But the idea was already in Cortana's mind, and she was already feeling the sudden desire in her body. And despite his wish to keep it under control, she knew that the Spartan was feeling it too.
"Oh, I don't know about that, John," she practically sang liltingly, her finger beginning to trace imaginary images on his muscular chest and the shirt that covered it. "We can always lock the door, you know?"
John gave her a slight apologetic smile. "Sorry, but I think I'm going to have to pass up on that." With that, he got up off of her and made his way to the bench press.
Cortana watched him, her eyes beginning to narrow. Being raised in the military for all but the first six years of his life had obviously ensured that John was a bit of a stickler for rules and regulations. But ever since the two of them had begun an intimate relationship, he seemed to have become much more relaxed about these, figuring that it was okay to bend the rules every now and then, as long as they never actually got broken and that nobody was hurt in the process. Clearly, engaging in intimate activities with his girlfriend was one of these. Hell, they had had sex in a Warthog, in a Pelican while it was in orbit, on Dr Halsey's desk, on Lord Hood's desk, and various other places where they would have probably gotten into a bit of trouble should they have gotten caught. The gym on a military base probably ranked among these locations as well, so why the problem?
Still, Cortana knew John better than anyone else, even his fellow Spartans. It would probably take very little to convince him otherwise…
Getting up, Cortana went to the door of the gym, locking it and putting in place certain security measures that it would not be opened up again without her explicit authorisation; another talent that she had opted to keep in place when she became human, although for very different reasons than what she was doing now. After that, she strode over to John.
The Spartan was now lying on the bench press, and was lifting an amount of weight that most people would struggle with. But for him, he might as well have been lifting just the bar without any weights attached. Cortana waited for him to place the bar back in its slot, and as he started to sit up, she made her own move. She quickly threw her leg over his midsection and settled down so that she was straddling him, and gently pushed on his chest, urging him to lie back down. John regarded her with a confused look.
Cortana smiled gently at the man she loved with her entire being, and leaned forward a couple of inches. "You know something John, I think we can find another use for this gym equipment," she said coyly. The Spartan opened his mouth, as if to offer some kind of protest, but she cut him off by placing a finger on his lips. "Don't worry about the door, okay? I've locked in a way that it would take someone highly skilled to open it up again."
She could see the internal conflict happening behind John's deep eyes, but this quickly abated, and he leaned his head back against the bench with a small smile on his face. "You know, I find it absolutely amazing that you can talk me into something with minimal effort," he said.
Cortana laughed. "Oh, don't tell me that you don't love it," she chided him while leaning down for another kiss.
John leaned up to meet her lips. "You're right," he admitted before their lips connected, "I do love it, very much."
As they kiss, the two of them both felt electric thrills of excitement, which deepened as their tongues began to mingle and swirl around each other. John instinctively wrapped his arms around Cortana and drew her closer, and at the same time, she placed her hands on either side of his head. The couple pulled apart as the need for oxygen began two much, and they spent a few seconds gasping for air and gazing deeply into each other's eyes, after which the desire became too much once more and they locked lips again.
John's shirt was the first garment to be discarded, and this was dropped on the floor. As he did this, Cortana leaned back so that she was straddling him at a ninety degree angle. Grabbing the edge of her own shirt, she pulled upwards, yanking the fabric off in one smooth movement. Her upper body was now clad only in a grey sports bra, which did little to obscure her amazing bust.
Now thoroughly aroused, John could not help himself, and clearly was in no mood for waiting. He leaned upwards and slid his hands under the fabric of Cortana's sports bra, and in one simply movement, he easily slipped it off and over her head, freeing her wonderful mounds.
Instantly, John's hands went to her breasts, kneading and gently massaging the flesh. Bringing his head forward, he started to kiss and suck the delicate flesh, running the tip of his tongue over areas that it thoroughly explored already. Moaning softly, Cortana leaned her head back and allowed the Spartan a few moments to stimulate her in this manner. She let out a small squeal of pleasure as she felt him take the left nipple in his mouth while pinching the right one with his thumb and finger. He continued like this for about twenty seconds and then reversed the process, using his mouth on the right nipple and his hand on the left.
As John subjected her quivering body to this agonisingly wondrous torture, Cortana's breath became more ragged, and the pace grew much quicker, with her breathing in and out coming at a much faster rate. Pure ecstasy clouded her mind and her desire became more peaked. Normally they liked to engage in a bit of foreplay first, but right now, the feelings inside Cortana were in a way that she simply did not want to wait any longer; she wanted him inside her now!
Acting more on instinct than anything else, Cortana pushed John back down on the bench and stood up, swinging her leg back him so that she was no longer straddling him, but rather standing beside him. She pushed her workout pants, along with her panties, down to her ankles. It was at this point that she still had her sneakers on, so she took a few seconds to undo the laces and remove them before divesting herself completely of the lower half of her clothing. Now, she was totally naked, and every inch of her body was crying out for pleasure.
Bringing herself back into a standing position, Cortana saw that John was also removing his pants; he was just pulling them off from around his ankles at the moment. Now also without a stitch on him, the Spartan lay back on the bench, his muscular form seemingly displayed for all to see like the statue of some ancient god. Of course, the part of his anatomy that particularly drew Cortana's attention was his manhood; all nine inches of it now hardened so much that it was practically lying flat against his abdomen. Looking at this, the former AI felt a sudden shiver of anticipation.
Not wanting to waste another minute, Cortana practically threw her leg back over the Spartan's waist so that she was straddling him once more. With her hand, she ensured that the tip of his hardened shaft was poised right at the opening of her waiting womanhood, and slowly eased her body downward, taking his length into her warmth. She let out a long moan that continued even after she had brought him in all the way to the hilt. She remained in this position for a few seconds, then started the familiar pace of moving up and down on his manhood.
As Cortana began to set the pace of their lovemaking, John shifted ever so slightly so that the two of them would be in a more comfortable position, and he gently brought his knees up. This action had the result of moving Cortana's body forward slightly so that she was eventually leaning over him at more of a forty-five degree angle. Looking up, he saw her face framed by her hair and flushed in pleasure. Even while continuing to grind her hips against his, she flicked her head to get her hair back out of her face.
The two of them had experimented with pretty much every sexual position known, and Cortana had to admit that she was partial to ones like this, where she was above him in the more dominant position. However, this particular one had one flaw that she seemed to have overlooked: there was no position to place her hands so as to give her the appropriate amount of leverage. Usually, she just placed them on either side of John's head on the floor or the bed or whatever, but this bench offered little possibilities.
But then the answer struck her. She ceased her movements, which caused John to look at her in mild confusion. Cortana simply smiled back in response, and without saying any words she gently urged him to move just a few inches upwards on the bench, in the direction where his head was pointing. Never once did they break their intimate contact.
John was still unsure as to where his lover was heading with this, but then he saw her reasoning when she reached up and placed her hands firmly on the bar above him. With the weights on either end, the person using the bench would lift it and attempt to press as many as they could before replacing it in the slot where it now lay.
But right now, Cortana had opted to use it for a different purpose entirely. John grinned up at her. "Getting a bit of leverage, are we?" he asked teasingly.
The former AI returned the grin as she resumed grinding her hips against his, as well as moving them up and down his length. "I told you," she said breathily, pausing as she felt more tremors of pleasure ripple through her being, "that I would find… a better use… for this equipment."
"That you did, babe," John said, his own body reacting to her movements. "That you did."
The Spartan and former AI set the movements like this for the next few passion-filled minutes. With her hands on the bar, Cortana set the pace, grinding her hips downward on John's and moving up and down his shaft, letting it into her womanhood and out again before repeating the process over and over again.
At the same time, John made clever use of his own hands. First, he placed them on Cortana's hips, helping her body move in time with his. But in this position, he was being treated to an absolutely tantalising view of her breasts. The gorgeous mounds lay above him, moving back and forward in time with the rest of her form, and eventually it became just a little too much for him. John guided his hands up the sides of her body and came to rest on her breasts. Grasping them, he squeezed gently, feeling the firm flesh beneath his fingers.
Reacting to his shifting hands, Cortana gasped in delight before picking up the pace and increasing her tempo. Given the position that they were currently in, she figured that her breasts would have been practically in John 's face, and he would have been inclined to fondle them. Of course, that suited her just fine.
Within just a couple of minutes of John placing his hands on her breasts, Cortana felt the oh-so-familiar sensation inside her that told she was rapidly approaching her climax. With her hands still firmly grasping the bar, she looked down at her lover's face. Though he showed very little outward indication, she could tell that he himself was getting close to his own eruption.
At first, Cortana wondered if maybe they should slow down, but then another thought decided that it was probably best that they finish up here relatively quickly. Though it had been fun to commit the rebellious act of having sex in a gym frequented by UNSC personnel, and that nobody else had been in there today, there was not much point in tempting fate.
Deciding to bring this session to its wondrous conclusion, Cortana increased the tempo of her movements, and in just a few seconds, she felt the pleasure build up inside her, quickly reaching terminal levels. With a few more thrusts and grinds, she reached the zenith and came, feeling her orgasm crash over her body.
The euphoria clouded her mind and seeped down to every inch of her body. Though she slowed her pace, she never stopped completely. With her glazed blue eyes, she looked down at John and saw the familiar strain on his features that told he himself was getting very close to his own peak; a behavioural trait that she alone was privy to.
Without saying a word, Cortana suddenly pushed herself up, allowing John's manhood to fall out of her. This action also pulled her chest away from his hands, which had continued to tease and work over the sensitive flesh of her breasts. This sudden action had naturally caused a look of surprise and confusion to appear on the Spartan's face, but he said nothing. Both of them had developed a habit of making unexpected moves when having sex with each other, and neither of them would have allowed the other to end up unsatisfied. It was one of the foremost qualities of their intimate relationship.
And in this instance, Cortana certainly did not disappoint. The bench ensured that there was no place for her to kneel between his legs, so instead she did so on his left side. She immediately grasped his rod, still hot and covered with their combined juices, and took it into her mouth, sucking furiously and pumping with her hand at the same time.
It took only about twenty seconds, but once John felt the sensation start to rise up inside him, he knew that there was nothing that could have stopped it, and so he just lay back let it happen. Cortana's actions with her hand and mouth on his manhood rapidly took him to the edge and pushed him over, and with a grunt, he felt himself let loose his seed in one powerful stream. The thick off-white liquid shot into Cortana's mouth, but she continued to suck in earnest, coaxing another spurt out of him, and then another.
It was all over in just a few seconds, with John now laying spent on the workout bench, and Cortana still kneeling beside him, her mouth full of his expended fluids. Tilting her head back, she swallowed the entirety of it, requiring a couple of gulps before all of the liquid went down her throat. After this, she stood up, and seemed to totter on her feet a little bit. During the whole lovemaking session, adrenaline had been keeping her supported, but now all of that had abated, leaving her noticeably drained.
John pulled himself up as well, getting into a standing position. As a Spartan, he was able to put up with more than the average human being. But even he had his limits, and it seemed as though an intense sexual escapade was more draining than a combat scenario; and he and Cortana very rarely had an instance when their sex was not intense.
The couple were both coated in a light sheen of sweat, and John also noticed that Cortana was shaking ever so slightly. Gently, he took her into his arms, but did not hold her to him, merely supporting her at the moment.
"That…" she started, but then her voice failed her. "That was…" she began again, only to have her voice drop out once more.
"One hell of a workout session," John decided to answer for her, and his response made her break out in a laugh.
"That it was," she agreed, finally getting her voice back. "I told you that we'd find a better use for this equipment, and I think that we did."
"Not to mention burn through quite a few calories to boot."
The comment was meant to be a joke, but John was probably right anyway. Cortana had read somewhere that an intense sexual session actually burnt more calories than most kinds of workouts. Not only that, but it was a hell of a lot more enjoyable!
"You know what?" Cortana said playfully, as she moved back out of John's embrace and pulled him towards the locker room. "I think that's enough working out for today. I say we hit the showers."
"Together?"
"Of course."
"I suppose you are also planning on keeping the door shut for a little while longer?"
Cortana rolled her bright blue eyes. "Duh! Nobody has bugged us all day. If anybody does come along, then they can wait a bit longer."
John simply shook his head with a smile. The couple then picked up their clothes and gym bags before heading to the showers.
Damn, if I got workouts like that, I'd be more inclined to go to the gym! Anyone else agree with me?
The next chapter should be up just before Halo 4 comes out.