I started reading the Kilo Five trilogy by Karen Traviss, and let me tell you... I'm at the edge of my fucking seat. I read through the first book fairly quickly, and finished the second last week.
I don't know if I should wait to read the whole trilogy or not, but because my gay little heart yearns for gay little things... Of course. I made the women kiss.
I try to stay as in character as possible but when working with a stoic character, it's so hard. Especially the spartans, like... how do y'all write fanfiction with cortana and john? He is literally the ternimator.
I really tried, but Naomi is soft.
Also, as soon as I finish the whole trilogy I may or may not delete this- we'll see. I hate that Vaz and Naomi have more chemistry but whatever.
Serin leaned over her bathroom sink and proceeded to sparingly use the water to clean off her face. She knew that the ship was supplied with a great many resources and whenever they found a UNSC base or colony, she could replenish the water supply there- even so. She never knew what awaited her, and lately, Kilo Five's luck was beginning to turn sour.
The news about Naomi's father rattled everyone on the ship, especially the stoic spartan.
Vasily had a big heart and if Serin had grown up under normal conditions then she may have recommended him for an award, for being a good soldier, one who takes care of his comrades. However, his passion was overlooked by her, because she did not grow up with a loving family, a place to associate home with- she didn't have those things, that passionate sense of belonging to somewhere. Osman didn't even have clarity to her own morals, she just understood that Earth was the base of operations, Earth was a place to protect, Earth was the closest thing to home she could have and so she would protect it.
Someone would say that that alone was enough to say she had a sense of justice, but... she knew better. She just stuck with the familiarity of the UNSC, she was eager to follow her orders and listen to Parangosky. Often times, she didn't even consider anything else. Why would she? It would have been a waste of time better spent elsewhere.
However, as of right now, in this moment. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about Naomi, and not just in a commander's way- where she had to analyze her mindset and try to sense a change in behavior; she didn't have to do that because she already understood, she understood better than Vasily could.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say the ODST has adopted some affection for Naomi. How unlucky for him.
Serin grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry off her face, gently dabbing at her skin. She hung the towel on its rack and walked to her quarters with her hands behind her back. The woman was in deep thought, plagued by the spartan and her mental state.
"You're awfully quiet ma'am, and your heart rate is higher than what it should be when you walk." BB noted, his voice was curious. She stood erect and glanced in the direction of where the sound was, she arched an eyebrow at him and moved hair out of her face before she enlightened the AI with a response.
"I'm lost in thought about Naomi, unexpected news- startling even. She got even more quiet than usual, similar to when Dr. Halsey was arrested. I'm starting to sense a pattern." She said. Osman mildly startled herself at the concern that was dripping from her voice. Well, of course she was concerned, Naomi was part of her crew. That was normal.
"I can confirm that, she displayed similar behavior when Vasily had explained to her what was in her file." BB noted.
Osman only made a sound of acknlowdgement, Vasily had a big heart- he compensated for the rest of the crew with his humanity. Even if it was such a black and white view of the wolrd, it served as comfort for Naomi.
Or at least, the closest thing to it.
"Ma'am?" Naomi asked her with a slight raise of her eyebrow.
Osman blinked back into focus, her concentration had left her. She glanced up at Naomi who had been partly integrated into her Mjolnir armor. Her pelvic area had already been covered, although her torso and underside of her arms were still exposed. The only ones in the room were Devereaux, Naomi and herself.
They were close to Sanghelios, only a few hours now before they made it into their orbit. Osman told the spartan that she was not going to engage the elites, however, seeing as how delicate the situation was with Philips getting lost, Osman did allow the woman to suit up in the event that she needed to fight. It was inevitable that she would.
Devereaux lifted her eyes from her datapad, she approached Naomi and rested a hand on her armored leg "Hang tight for me, I need to go look some things over with BB, and I'll need lots of surface area for the holograms, I'm still having trouble with making sense of the armor."
Naomi merely nodded, "go on."
Serin watched the ODST leave before settling her eyes onto the spartan, Naomi was well into her forties but her body was still packed with muscle from years of combat experience. Osman glanced down to her own hands, noticed the way her skin looked much older than the spartan's and curled her hands into fists. A different type of asset, Naomi was strength on the battlefield. Serin had her cunning.
"You seem out of it, ma'am." Naomi spoke again, her blue-grey eyes piercing into Osman's soul. Or was it just Osman who felt that her gaze was intense? She'd always been intense, all the spartan-two's were, she was no different.
Lying had never been a specialty for the commander, she was never good at it. So she never tried to be, however, instead of lying- she became a master at double-speaking.
"If I'm being honest, I am. The news about your father was concerning." Osman began her eyes focusing on someplace other than the half exposed spartan.
Naomi fell silent, her jaw had stiffened but then she immediately relaxed it. A breath left her, one that was supposed to take place of a sigh. "The mission comes first, ma'am. I won't let the news disrupt operations...- I'm okay."
Serin approached the woman, her hands clasped behind her back. Naomi stared down at her with a blank expression, one devoid of emotion, the closest thing the woman would show to annoyance. Who could blame her? The news about her father was a sore subject, and everyone seemed to want to speak about it more than her.
Briefly, Osman wondered if Halsey would be able to read her better than she could. The thought was unsettling, so she pushed it aside, out of her mind. Anything concerning Halsey was such an unsettling idea, except, for the spartan-two's.
Except for this particular one. She hated to admit but she became rather fond of Naomi.
Her eyes moved back to the pale skin before her, her eyes tracing the scars from the augmentations and the battlefield- they were so easily distinguishable. Between clean precise lines and zig-zagged X's and burns, it didn't take much brain power. Naomi shifted uncomfortably under her stare, keenly noticing how Serin had moved her eyes from her own, to her torso.
"Serin...?" Naomi asked with caution. It had been minutes under her watchful eyes, and heat crept up into her face. She didn't know why her eyes made shift uneasily, but they were too focused, too... The spartan pushed that thought into the back of her mind, there was no way Osman had that sort of intent.
Osman flickered her eyes back up Naomi's and unclasped her hands from behind her back, she pressed her palm into the spartan's core. Just over her belly-button, where a muscled midsection flexed out of habit.
Proven wrong instantly.
"I understand that your training makes you calm, but I also understand the rest of it. If you want to speak further on the matter concerning your father, or even want to read your file for yourself- you know where to find me." Osman spoke with the tiniest hint of sincerity in her voice. Her touch had been the most intimate thing that she'd ever done with anyone inside the ship, the others wouldn't get to see it nor experience it. They didn't understand anything when it came to the spartan-two program.
All the rest of them knew was how to pity Naomi, or even Osman.
They were good people, but they just truly didn't understand. The last thing a distressed woman needed was pity.
Before she left Osman lightly pressed her fingers into Naomi, giving her one last touch before she retracted her hand and walked out of the room. Naomi released a breath she didn't know she was holding in, and swallowed a lump in her throat. Her mind couldn't rationalize why she was disappointed at seeing the woman leave, or why she found herself at ease with her touch.
Just as Osman exited, Devereaux walked inside looking pleased with herself. When she glanced up at the spartan, she raised an eyebrow "Hey, you alright? You got a fever?"
The pale woman merely shook her head "no, I feel fine."
Osman found herself leaning against the frame of a wooden pallete, laid upright against the wall. Her eyes flickered over to the spartan carrying two large crates in her arms as if it weighed nothing, they'd resupplied their necessities on the last landing. Naomi was being useful and rearranging field bars, ready to eat meals, clothing, and toiletries in proper stacks so the crew would know what was in what.
"I hope they have my size for clothes." Naomi muttered as she stacked the crates. The stack was high, easily around seven feet- Naomi grabbed a random toughbox to stand on so she could line up the wooden boxes flush with one another.
"I have the same concern, some things fit tighter than I remembered them to." Osman said.
She saw Naomi look down to assess what she'd said, blue-gray eyes flickered over her form and Osman felt a chill run down her spine at the intent observation. The spartan stepped down from the toughbox, her footstep making a faint echo. "You look fine to me."
"Hah, thanks. I don't have nearly as many augmentations as you, but I definitely look and feel forty." Serin said.
"Are you saying I don't look my age?"
"Much younger, I'd give you early thirties if I didn't know any better. It's the sun, not a woman's best friend, if I must say."
Naomi pushed the toughbox into its original spot and placed her hands on her hips, assessing her handiwork. Four crates of each stacked on top of each other to make three towers, heavily supplied for the next month or two. It was reassuring to know basic living essentials were on standby, the hard news wasn't espcially uplifting for the crew. Specifically Naomi.
They were a few weeks out from Venezia, to establish a plan of action with Spenser.
"How are you doing?" Serin asked her. Breaking their momentary silence.
"I'm... fine. Confused, mostly. But, I can keep my mind right-"
"Naomi." Osman said firmly. Her hand placed itself on her shoulder giving a gentle squeeze, the spartan remained still. Her eyes went to Osman who had a look of mild concern, given her temperment it wasn't going to be any sweeter than that. However, it still meant alot to Naomi. Someone who also had a similar past, someone who also didn't know of their origin and refused to think about it until now, now that it had been shoved into her face so abruptly.
"I won't press anything out of you, but I'd also appreciate honesty. You seem even more inside your head than normal."
There was really nothing to hide the pink hue that dusted Naomi's cheeks, she was so pale even a jog would flush her skin. Osman had paid that much attention to her, it was a nice thought. Whenever did a commissioned officer give so much of a damn? She found herself surprised that she held Serin's hand, almost like a life-support.
"I really don't know what to think." She finally said. Her expression was unreadable, Serin wouldn't pry any further. She opened her mouth to say something that would comfort her, or at least reassure her that Serin would be another ear for her. Given the situation was one that she herself had problems dealing with.
Her words got caught in her throat. Serin and Naomi felt a heavy tremor shake the ship, metal groaned and the spartan instantly tensed her body in preparation for a fight. When the shaking subsided, Naomi's eyes were darting around the ship ready to fight. The two of them remained tensed, but they were soon calmed by a voice over the speaker. It was BB's.
"Apologies for that ladies and gentlemen, the Huragok are getting a bit too familiar with the circuits of the ship- and by that, I mean me. I had to shift some power in places, and entirely cut off power in others. We're all alive, no need to glare Dev..." His voice trailed off and Osman rested a hand over her chest.
"Jesus..." she murmured.
Before Serin could glance back at Naomi, her back made contact with the ground.
Osman released a gasp at the force, the air in her lungs left her and before she could peice together what happened, she saw the blonde spartan hunch over her, suck in a breath and brace herself. Around three of the wooden crates that she took the time to stack made contact with the woman's back, Serin found herself flinching as every box toppled off of Naomi's body.
Naomi didn't even bat an eye.
There was a steady silence between them, one that seemed just the opposite to Osman. She saw the flicker of blue-gray eyes move from her eyes to her lips, it was brief but Serin caught it. Naomi exhaled slowly, relaxing her midsection. "Sorry about that ma'am. I had to think quick, they were going to fall on you."
"It's alright. I'm alive, and the goods are intact." She joked lightly. She propped herself on her elbows, expecting Naomi to allow her to fully stand, but that didn't happen. The spartan remained where she was.
"Just to be sure, with your permission ma'am." Naomi said with her eyes intently on the woman's temple. Her fingers were reaching to touch her head, Osman didn't know why she had her breath caught up in her throat. She could only give her a hesitant nod, Naomi's touch was warm. It sent heat rushing to her face, plainly for the spartan to see.
She wouldn't judge Serin though, after all, with her own pale skin every blush was obvious. Naomi muttered something about her being okay, which Serin already knew she was. The fall wasn't very hard, despite the material of the floor. A few moments passed between them, with the commander barely holding onto her cool composure.
I must be going mad to think of Naomi in such a way...-
Her gray eyes were back to staring at Osman's lips. Naomi met her gaze and expectantly looked at her.
Serin found herself mildly surprised at the silent request. Naomi had been looming over her, hands on either side of her head, legs protectively covering her midsection. Osman's heart rate was thunderous, her cheeks flushed. She unconsciously licked her own lips. Naomi was close, closer than she would have ever been under normal circumstances.
If she didn't know how strong the woman's bones were, she would asked if she were alright. Crates of supplies came tumbling down and made contact with her muscled back and spine, the wooden crates splintered where they landed on the spartan. Naomi was unfazed, more so transfixed on Osman.
"Ma'am." Naomi said with a passive voice, the closest Osman would get to pleading.
Serin swallowed deeply, forgetting for a split second that she was commander of the ship- that she outranked Naomi. It was lost on her for a brief couple of moments, with the spartan so close. She looked the spartan in the eyes, then her lips. She saw the set of the spartan's jaw, almost as if resisting herself.
"Naomi... Either do it or get o-" Osman refused to look meek in front of the spartan, as her commanding officer, and even without the rank. It was not in her nature to be meek, so she tried to be witty. She almost forgot that Naomi was the same way, that she refused to show her vulnerability.
With her augmentations, it was unlikely that the spartan had any sort of libido. If any it was probably low. However, Osman was a different story. When the woman pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss, the unfamiliar and almost long-forgotten urges ran down her spine and settled into her stomach.
A breathy moan slipped free from her lips, Naomi furrowed her brows in response to that. Osman kissed her back, deeply but gently. She knew how unfamiliar this was to the woman, hell, it was unfamiliar to her. The last thing she needed was for the spartan to be overwhelmed by Serin's primal urges, having hardly dealt with her own before.
Serin's hands moved from the floor to Naomi's clothes, hanging onto some form of restraint. She broke their kiss and stared up at Naomi with a questioning look, the spartan swallowed deeply before inching forward again. Her lack of experience showed, it was almost charming. Serin met her halfway and loosely wrapped an arm around her neck.
Who was Serin to judge anyhow? This wasn't a regular occurence for her either.
Naomi shifted so that she supported herself on her elbows instead of her hands, bringing her body flush against Serin's. It felt good to lay on her, it felt exhilirating to kiss her, and Naomi tried to rationalize how being the main focus of Serin's attention shouldn't make her feel needed, but it did.
When they broke apart for air, Serin tilted her head to the side "I wasn't quite certain we were thinking the same thing, good to know we were."
Naomi humored her. "It's great to know I won't get discharged, yes ma'am."
She got up to her feet, assisting Osman as well. The two women stared at each other, not knowing what the other was thinking. A long silence stretched in-between them but Serin was the one who broke it.
"I hope that wasn't just a one-time thing." she said using her eyes to sweep over Naomi's form. The spartan made a sound of surprise but remained silent, Osman licked her own lips and clasped her hands behind her back. "I must get going, do let me know whenever you want to do more of that."
Just before she left the room, she tapped on the wall "BB? Please delete that, will you?"
"Already have ma'am." replied the AI.
Just as Osman had predicted, the woman had next to no libido. That was not a problem, in fact, it was preferred. If she caved into her own primal urges then she would seek Naomi like a drug, it was better to simply see their... new intimacy as nothing past a few caresses and kisses. After all, who else but them two could understand one another?
It's comfort, nothing but comfort. Better to keep it at that level, Serin. Stop trying to provoke.
When they returned to Earth, whenever that might be, it would end. Surely.
After all, the most daring thing Naomi had done was place her hands on Serin's hips. Even though it wasn't much, Serin couldn't deny the excitement that passed through her whenever the spartan showed her eagerness to please.
They'd grown a bit more comfortable, every passing day. The small pocket of air that normally kept them separated was no longer there, as if they were slowly molding to one another.
Normally, it would begin when the women decided to share details concerning their past with one another. Naomi had decided to confide in Serin over Vasily, something that the officer took great pride in. Whenever the details would become too personal, whenever uncomfort would arise- Osman would touch her face, her shoulder, her hip, someplace comforting. She would try to soothe the spartan, and then almost always... their lips would meet.
You do it once, you always want more. Basic human psychology.
Were they just confiding in each other's bodies to avoid the more vulnerable sides of themselves? Perhaps. Osman didn't find any problem with it though.
Especially not with Naomi allowing her to settle into her lap. Serin was starting to lose sight of the future consequences when she felt Naomi's toned arms wrap loosely around her waist, another sign of how comfortable the spartan was getting. Serin broke their kiss and dipped her head into the crook of Naomi's neck, the spartan uncharacteristically sighed against her when Serin's lips began trailing light kisses over her skin.
"This is new...-" Naomi felt herself inhale sharply, Osman's lips found a spot right at the crook of her neck to suck on, hard. She could feel the spartan's body beneath her twitch and fidget. She felt the need to provoke something more, she wanted Naomi to want her as badly- just once.
Her gasp was the most reaction she'd gotten out of the woman, and now she knew how to elicit it again. Serin steeled herself to place her hands on the toned shoulders before her. Before she completely lost her senses though, she paused, earning a sound of disapproval from Naomi.
"Is this okay? I got carried away." She asked against her skin.
"More than okay." Naomi confirmed.
A satisfied hum came from Serin.
She doesn't feel the same.
The thought brought distressing feelings through her body. Naomi looked down at her hands, the familiarity of Serin's uniform and sometimes even her skin bringing forth memories. How did Naomi manage to shove her emotional problems to the side and end up with another one?
They found phillips, and were on their way to Venezia. There was going to be a quiet in the coming weeks that Naomi wasn't certain she was ready for.
When everyone had gone off to bed, she rose from her bunker and made her way to the area of Port Stanely where the Huragok had traded their metal floor for see-through material. She ran a hand through her hair, blonde wisps going this way and that. Doing busy-work was never good for a spartan, much less completing all the busy-work and truly having nothing to do.
She crossed her arms over her chest and stared into the deep space below.
She doesn't feel the same.
A frown was evident on her face. She brooded silently, and without the notice of most people. Except for Osman and Vasily.
BB suddenly appeared in front of her, his hologram tinted a teal blue color. In a voice that was very faint, so to not wake up the others, the AI spoke "Serin is wondering why you're up and awake at this time."
"Is that my green-light to go see her?" Naomi asked him, she cocked an eyebrow up.
"Naturally. I will delete any recordings that may prove to be... incriminating." BB said. His avatar dimmed away as Naomi uncrossed her arms.
"Thanks." she said at last, turning to walk in the direction of Osman's cabin.
"Your circadian rhythmn is going to be out of synch with the rest of us, Naomi" Osman said as she opened the door to the spartan. Naomi blinked once but nodded all the same, "nothing Adj can't fix."
"So you say." Osman replied. She shut the door behind her, and eyed the spartan curiously before finally asking. "Are you doing okay? Venezia might be on the brain, I have to ask."
Naomi didn't feel like talking about her father, or her past tonight. In fact, she had her fill of speaking about it to Osman. She listened, and she listened well- until they both were encased in each other's arms. Even still, there was hardly anything left to discuss, concerning that matter at least.
"Something else is, actually." Naomi began, looking away from the captain. Serin thought her behavior was concerning and so she reached forward and cupped her cheek, it came so naturally that neither thought anything strange. A sigh left her, one that was a bit too annoyed for Osman not to flinch.
"What is it?" Osman asked her.
Naomi had no idea how to phrase it. She had a crush on Osman? How childish was that word. It was an infatuation, one that came from their time spent together, undoubtedly. It needed to end, so that Naomi could finally think clearer. Her thumb began moving in comforting swipes against her skin, something that worked wonders to calm her down.
Instead of being clear and to the point, Naomi faltered.
"What do you think about us?"
The question implied a great many things. Serin retracted her hand and stared wide eyed at the spartan, as if the woman had asked her the most horrifying thing. Naomi hated how that made her feel. She scrunched her eyebrows and stared down at Osman, keeping herself firm. Serin swallowed a lump in her throat and cast her gaze elsewhere.
Her quarters felt smaller than usual under the weight of the spartan's stare.
There was a long silence between them, one that Serin ultimately broke. Naomi did not like her answer.
"Naomi, I think we are just keeping each other company, because we know and understand each other. I don't expect this to be a... sustained thing." her words could not have been icier. She tried to use a different word, one that would set in stone how Serin felt, she didn't mean to sound so detached. The messgae was conveyed, Naomi understood.
"Yes ma'am." Naomi responded with a monotone.
She didn't say another word, merely left the room with a new dull ache in her chest.
I knew she didn't feel the same.
Serin knew she shouldn't have felt so agitated, but she did nonetheless.
She lay on her bunk staring up at the ceiling, her brows scrunched on her countenance with her arm casting a shadow over her eyes. She tried to sleep, but her mind was preoccupied with a spartan and another helljumper. An irritated sigh left her and she pushed herself into an upright seated position.
Her bed was soft, and comfortable. It did nothing to soothe her.
Naomi wasn't interested in Vasily, however it was obvious she had a closer bond to him than the rest of the crew. Especially now.
She ran a hand through her hair, and stared at her door with a frown. Half-expecting Naomi to knock and ask to enter, she wanted to see her. To explain to her what they could be while teamed together, while they were Kilo-Five. However, Serin only knew how much further this would upset her.
How deep Naomi's feelings run, Osman had no clue, nor did she have intentions of finding out.
She could avoid her problems, better than Naomi, she could push down her feelings of agitation. She would push them down and away, she had no need for them here.
She wondered how long she could hold out for.
It wasn't long.
Serin had discreetly invited the spartan to her cabin so they could speak on private matters. Naomi did not look pleased, but silent brooding was one of her normal things to do. Bregrudginly, she did as was ordered and eventually made her way to Serin.
It'd been just over a week, around ten days, Osman couldn't remember.
Naomi was still sore on the subject.
Understandbly so.
But the commander also couldn't stand to watch her with Vasily, the faintest hint of a smile was more than she was ever given, and that irked her. As the towering woman stepped inside the cabin, the familiar sound of the metal door sliding open and closed roused Serin from her deep thought.
She held her head in her interwoven fingers, her chin resting pointedly on her knuckles. She tried to appear nonchalant, aloof, like Naomi. However, the moment her eyes found the spartan's indistinguishable blue-gray ones... something inside her folded. Her resolve, her own feelings that she tried to bury, something did.
However much she wanted to apologize for hurting the spartan, instead the words came out with venom, even though that hadn't been Serin's intention. "I notice you're spending more time with Vasily" Serin also noted how Naomi pronounced his name differently, the correct russian pronounciation.
Naomi was never good at reading cues, however, this one was crystal clear. She cocked an eyebrow up at Serin and spoke "are you upset about that?" the spartan was also horrible at getting to the point, at least, when it concerned Serin. The real question she wanted to ask was, did that make her jealous. But she could never ask.
"Why would I be? I'm just making an observation, but I did want to speak with you about the last conversation we had." Serin said. She sat on her loveseat, one small table in front of her, there was another seat adjacent to the sofa and Serin gestured for the spartan to sit. Naomi walked forward silently, thinking silently just how bad of a liar Serin was.
"I understood what you were saying, ma'am. I won't ask a question like that again." Naomi was too good at being stoic, she was too curt. At least, this time when Serin needed her to be anything but. It would've been difficult, Naomi was mentally disciplined to not let her emotions bleed through. Serin knew that there was turmoil behind those relaxed eyes, but Naomi wouldn't just allow Serin the prviliege of her thoughts.
Especially not after what she said.
Serin felt that same wave of emotional defeat, her resolve folding. She sagged her shoulders and sat straight, she dropped her hands down to her side and hated that she was giving in to herself. It would require her next words to be meaningful though, so she allowed herself the small mercy that if Naomi didn't accept her apology- she would have a clear conscience anyway, because she said something to the spartan and meant it.
"Naomi, I'm sorry for hurting you. What I said... I could've done a better job of explaining. I sounded as if I didn't give a damn, and I could see that hurt you, so again, I'm sorry."
There was a small silence between them. Naomi stared at her for a long time, her eyes softening just a touch. "and do you give a damn?"
Serin blushed at the direct question, she struggled to compose herself and Naomi found it charming, but she still needed an answer. A sigh left her commander, and a curt "I do." was given as her response.
The spartan stared at her before simply nodding, "Good to know."
Serin blinked in confusion, was that all that was needed? Well, certainly not. She didn't say she was forgiven, best to not assume that. Naomi rose from her seat and moved to stand in front of the commander, Serin's eyes slowly trailed up to lock onto hers. Her breath caught up in her throat at Naomi's next words.
"I understand where you were coming from, ma'am. I shouldn't have put you on the spot." Naomi said. As she spoke she knelt down to Serin's level, she placed a familiar hand on the woman's knee, she caressed her absent-mindedly while keeping her eyes low. There was something unspoken there, Serin couldn't quite place what it was though.
Serin inched forward and cupped the spartan's cheek, there was much more she wanted to say. More that the woman wanted to do, but she couldn't bring herself to say or do those things. It would only further complicate matters, she was her commanding officer and Naomi was a spartan, this sort of behavior was unacceptable- and even if there were some workarounds... what then? Would she claim a spartan as her lover? Would Naomi claim her?
The thought of others knowing about her private life, however minimal, send a chill down Serin's spine.
Naomi leaned forward and captured her lips in a gentle kiss, Serin reciprocated almost immediately.
Her doubts and worries were soon washed away from her mind, too preoccupied with the gentle hand on her knee turning into a firm grip. Serin shifted further into the loveseat and tugged at Naomi to join her. The spartan broke the kiss to sweop her blonde hair back behind her head, something that Osman loathed to find so charming about her.
"Come here, Naomi." Serin said with a little bit of need. Hell, who was she kidding? She longed for the spartan, almost desperately. Serin had all her lights on, so she could see the woman's blush easily. It made her own heartbeat skip.
Their lips met again, Serin moaning into her mouth. Naomi furrowed her brows and grunted when she took to sucking on her bottom lip, she could sense the woman's growing need. Being desired by Osman made the spartan's mind race. She never explicitly said that she forgave Osman but her actions should have been enough, after all, Naomi had been close to a downward spiral with her father being on Venezia, with Osman not even glancing in her direction... If Serin hadn't called her to come, Naomi would have came back to her anyway.
She missed the woman, not that Osman couldn't have figured that out already.
Serin grabbed a hold of Naomi's shirt and tugged her closer, her strength mildly surprised Naomi. "Come closer." Serin murmured against her lips. It was almost an order, with the way it sounded so fierce. Naomi responded in kind and clambered onto the loveseat to straddle Serin, the loveseat would not fit them otherwise.
Osman blushed deeply.
Naomi dipped her head into the crook of Serin's neck and sucked on her skin, she felt herself become dizzy with the way that Osman moaned her name. The spartan could feel the woman beneath her arch her body against hers, a new development. Serin had always been restless when they became intimate, but this time the woman shifted her hips against Naomi's more feverently.
Experimentally, Naomi shifted a leg in-between Serin's. She broke their kiss to stare down at her commander, to see if that helped her uncomfort. Naomi wasn't aware if Serin knew that her own sex-drive was suppressed to almost a non-existant degree, the things that really drove her to please was Osman's attention and being the focus of it.
Osman's jaw went slack at the implied contact, Naomi's eyes on her and the overall stimulation of it all. A light gasp left her when Naomi pressed into her further, she moaned the spartan's name causing the blonde to sigh. Before her mind could filter her words, Serin spoke "I missed you."
Naomi paused and stared at Osman, the woman's cheeks were sporting a deep blush and her eyes were wide with realization of what she said. The spartan blinked a few times, trying to keep her own expression tame. She responded before Serin completely died of embarrassment "I missed you, too."
They both stared at each other in silent companionship, Serin's heart was racing, her stomach twisting with desire and she was close to losing all common sense. A primal urge swept through her, one that was entirely too base. Her eyes flickered down to Naomi's waist and chest, suddenly taking an interest there than in the woman's lips.
A deep sigh left Osman, having to swallow her pride once today, what was once more?
"Naomi." She said.
"Yes?" The spartan questioned.
"How does undressing sound?"
Serin cared not whether or not this would lead to future problems, she did not care if Naomi developed deeper feelings, because if she were being candid... she already held a deep affection for her. Naomi didn't seem fazed by the question, she only complied with Serin, she reached for her own shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Serin hungrily moved her eyes over the pack of muscle before her, oh yes, her lack of restraint was not a problem.
Serin was going to savor as much as she could of the spartan.