YES I HAVE FINISHED IT!

(does wild happy dance all across floor)

You guys happy? Below is the official M chapter! XD I KNOW! AREN'T YOU EXCITED! It took me FOREVER to write it, but I think it's good... I had TONS of help from friends at school (and AstroRen's UberNova, of course). Hopefully you'll love it as much as I do!

OMG such a funny story to tell you guys. AstroRen's UberNova and I are actually really good friends from a few years ago (I moved *sob sob*). I randomly found her here on fanfiction (not knowing it was really her) and fell in love with her Star Wars story, so I favorited her. She's also my friend on Facebook, so when she saw the picture of Queen I drew, she flipped out and messaged me instantly. What a freaking small world, eh? LOL I thank her a TON for being my long lost sister... ^_^ This chapter is dedicated to you, girlie! ily!

Question of the Chapter: What's your outlook on the prospects of me writing a sequel to this story? Just wondering... :D

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WARNING: STRONG SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW AND IMPLIED. ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH "LOVEMAKING" SCENES

Chapter 22:

"Dominance"

Day 5 – 20:53:03

Lt. Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Task Force 141

Encounter Base, Russia

"A few things we need to clear up first," Queen said earnestly as Ghost pressed her to the wall, melting his lips onto the exposed part of her collarbone. What was she saying? He wasn't paying any attention. Never before had he wanted someone so badly, and now she was all his. When she'd finally said yes, he immediately gained the upper hand, bringing her over to the nearest wall and planting kisses all across her neck. Why didn't he kiss her straight on the mouth? Ghost wanted to make her wait. To him, it seemed more exciting that way, to pressure her to beg for it. And once he had her pleading for more, Ghost would stall a little longer. He'd get her as far as he could before submitting.

"Ghost, please try to focus on what I'm saying, though you're obviously distracted at the moment."

"Mmm…" he murmured in response, letting his tongue delve into the deep indents on her shoulder. His fingers crawled up and tugged at her shirt, trying to move the bothersome object out of the way. But Queen instantly grabbed his hand and gave him a humorless look.

"Ghost, will you listen for two seconds?"

Sighing, Ghost lifted his mouth from her shoulder and met her eyes.

"What?"

"First thing." She wagged a finger in his face. "This is happening here…?"

Ghost nodded. "Yes. Is that all?" He pouted mischievously. "'Cause I'd like to get back to—"

"Nuh-uh," she interrupted. "I want you to actually think about it for a second." She motioned to the room around them. "Here. In a laundry room. Wouldn't a place with an actual bed serve us better?"

Ghost contemplated this for a moment. Yes, beds were usually an item of importance during lovemaking, but there was something rather tempting about remaining in the laundromat. Something that made his skin prickle with foreshadowing delight.

"Though I do see your point," he began slowly, resting his hands on her waist, "I think it'd be best if we stayed here. Out of… convenience."

Giggling, Queen rolled her eyes. "Typical male. Easiest choice always wins with you men.

Ghost tilted his head a bit to the left. "Eh, pretty much."

"Okay, next subject. If I do something stupid, you won't laugh, right?"

He couldn't suppress a mild chuckle. "Something stupid. Do I get an example?"

"No."

"Oh, c'mon!" He laid his mouth on her jaw line and began leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, then back up to her temple. "You won't give me one… little… example?"

Queen turned her head, trying to get at his lips. Ghost tried to resist the inclination to surrender—tasting the lush scent of her breath in his mouth. He severely wanted to kiss her then, but that earlier thought about being alluring by procrastination continued to pound the back of his mind. Shutting his mouth, he moved away from her lips and instead gave her earlobe an affectionate lick.

"If you stop tormenting me, I might consider it," she replied hotly.

Ghost smirked. "Fine. No example, then."

"Hey!" she screeched, slapping his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that!"

"Sure, sure," Ghost teased. "Now was there a third thing to go over? Or can we carry on with—"

"There is one more thing, Ghost." Queen interjected before he could kiss her neck. "And then you may continue as you please." He could tell she was fighting a grin. The corners of her mouth were twitching. "But I want you to listen, okay? Not be distracted by me."

Ghost pulled a depressed face. "Okay…" he sighed. "What's the last thing?"

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak. But before she could get anything out, Ghost lost it. He couldn't stand not kissing her any longer. It wasn't fair, making himself wait in anguish. Every single fiber in his being wanted her in his arms, wanted her for his own. Lust was overpowering him from having a rational train of thought. Queen could ask him her question later. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to love her.

Ghost could vaguely remember his very first kiss. He'd been fourteen and a freshman in high school; young, bright and ready to take on the world. The military was already in his sights, so his social life was struggling to stay afloat. Having only a handful of friends, he did his best to survive the high school years with barely any foundation to stand on.

Her name was Hope Marie Shaw. He'd had a crush on her since the first grade. With her bouncing brunette curls, a pearly white smile and round blue eyes, she'd been the center of his desire for years. But according to his friends, she didn't even know Ghost existed, until a field trip to an old museum brought them face-to-face. Chatting nonstop throughout the entire tour, Ghost had been extremely nervous when the conversation slowed, and the two of them stood beneath a painting of a meadow of flowers. She'd giggled, turning Ghost's face to crimson red. And then—slowly—they'd kissed.

Ghost had been positive no other event in his life could ever outdo his first kiss. It had been so angelic… so pure… he'd never felt so strongly about something before.

He was absolutely wrong.

For when he touched his pale, chapped lips to Queen's plump, red ones, the entire earth shook with ecstasy. The heavens sang and hell spit fire. Gone was Ghost's terrifying past. Gone was all the pain, the blood, the bullets, the dark rooms, and the endless terror. Gone was anything but that celestial moment. Horror disintegrated completely.

Queen flinched a bit when he kissed her, but when Ghost wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer, she succumbed instantly. Her fingers dug into his short blonde hair on instinct, pressing her body to fit every concavity of his. From how Queen was acting, Ghost could tell she was enjoying kissing him. The thought made him wild with euphoria.

Their lips molded together, perfectly-fitting and locking like a complex jigsaw puzzle. They moved slowly with each other, taking their time to explore this strange new object they were encountering. Breaths were short in between, not being deemed quite necessary since all the oxygen they needed was being supplied by the other person.

Eventually, Ghost found that his fingers had traveled to rest at her left thigh, pulling it up and wrapping it around his waist. She didn't seem to mind; there was no hesitation in her actions. Queen only tightened her hold on him in desperation. Moans escaped from the depths of her trachea, letting Ghost know to keep going. And soon, both of her legs had secured themselves around his waist.

"Ghost…" she breathed, and Ghost took the fleeting chance to poke his tongue expectantly against her lips, begging admittance. It took her a moment, but soon he felt her sigh in defeat, opening her mouth and letting their tongues begin dueling fiercely with each other. Now, it wasn't just an expression of passion. It was a battle for total dominance. Ghost still held her to the wall, but Queen was rapidly gaining authority over him. Even without a firm hold on the ground, the passion unfolding in her behavior was overwhelming.

Soon, Ghost decided that they should carry out someplace else. The wall was becoming rather problematic. Letting his tongue take a quick breather, he carried her over to a nearby washing machine and set her down on top.

"Oh God, Ghost…" Queen managed, tearing her lips from his and meeting his gaze. "This is… is…"

"Incredible?" he suggested, resting his mouth on the lower of her neck. "Brilliant? Spectacular?"

She tilted her head a bit. "I was gonna say 'irresistible,' and 'stimulating,' but okay."

Ghost's gaze drifted to her long-sleeved t-shirt. He studied it for a moment, then glanced back up at her, pleading. He wanted it gone. Gone from his view. It was becoming a nuisance for his eyes, and the next step in the process required it on the floor.

"Off?" he proposed hopefully.

She shook his head. "Nope. Yours first." She eyed his tight black turtleneck with interest. "I'm dying to see those famous abs."

"Famous?" Ghost obediently took his Kevlar jacket off, and then reached down and began pulling the shirt up over his head. "I never knew my abs were world-renowned."

Queen helped him take it off, discarding the black piece of clothing on the washing machine next to her. "I've heard quite a bit about them, actually." When his chest was revealed, she scanned over the sculpted muscles in fascination. "They're not that bad."

"Not that bad?" His face contorted in disappointment. Was she displeased with his body? Would that affect anything? The beads of sweat on his forehead thickened dramatically.

Quickly, Queen tossed her arms back around his neck and brought him close. Her mint-scented breath danced along the lines of his face. "Oh no, Ghost. I didn't mean it like that. You've got very gorgeous abs." She stifled a giggle. "You offended by what I said or something?"

Ghost's cheeks filled with redness. He wasn't offended, per say, it was more that he was worried she wasn't attracted to him any longer. He wanted to be perfect for her. She deserved the ideal man, and if his body was not up to her standards… "No, it's just—"

Queen boldly swiped her tongue into his mouth to cut him off from ranting. Ghost felt his entire body shiver with lust underneath her grip. Damn Roba if he tries to stop this feeling. "Don't worry, Ghostie," she murmured seductively, taking his hands and bringing them to rest on the base of her shirt. She was obviously implying something, and he loved every second of it. "You're perfect."

DUNN DUNN DUNN

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