A.N.: Forgive me readers for I have sinned. But honor demands I write this. I have heeded the smut challenge of one Cor Tenebrae. We each chose a pairing for the other to write, 3000 words minus the author's note (and my bonus scene) by October 11th. I chose Adriana-111 and Ignatio Delgado for him, a vague pairing but one with chemistry to work with as a fair gesture. He shot me in the heart and gave me Lasky and Cortana. But I will not back down from this challenge, so I ask forgiveness from all my fellow Jortana fans as permission is too late. To any of you who like the ship or just enjoy Halo smut in general, I know you're going to love this. Enjoy.

"Give me a break," Admiral Lasky muttered. "Of all the times for Murphy to raid my drawers, he had to go and take the last KitKat," he huffed. The paperwork had been piling since his promotion, so much so that he started skipping meals to keep up, falling back on a personal stash of candy bars for fuel. Despite careful rationing it'd rapidly disappeared, with the Lieutenant taking a piece whenever he dropped off more work.

It'd taken him half an hour to locate one of the ship's vending machines, where he spent enough credits to line his pockets with junkfood. Opening one, he trudged back to his office, the horrors of white mountains of work in the forefront of his mind.

By the time he arrived he was finishing his third piece. Did he have breakfast today? Or dinner? He couldn't remember as he absentmindedly locked the door. Settling himself back behind his desk, he couldn't help lean head on his fist and sigh. The surface before him was buried in paperwork, several tall stacks to the sides laughing at his misery.

As he stowed away his sweet bounty, Lasky felt a tug on his belt as it suddenly came undone. Looking down, Lasky's eyes met electric blues, framed by the straight black hair of one former-AI-now-human. She was undoing the button to his pants and tugging at the zipper, a playful grin dancing across her face. "Cortana, what are you doing?" he whispered harshly zipper, his work now long forgotten.

"You've been working yourself hard since your promotion, Admiral. I'm just here to help you relax." Her voice was like velvet, and the suggestiveness imbued into that last word stunned Lasky into inaction. "My my Admiral, someone's excited to see me." Cortana teased, tenderly caressing his erection through the fabric of his drawers before pulling back the waistband, releasing it from its fabric prison.

"You can't do this, especially not here!" His voice quickly shifted from demanding to pleading as he felt her hand wrap around his piece; her soft cool hands contrasting to his firm warmth. He'd missed being touched like this. Try as he might to resist, the way Cortana began to slowly pump him up and down was blissful; gentler than the joystick jerks he'd gotten as a Naval Aviator.

"That's not what I've heard from Lieutenant Priselkov. She's told me about a couple of your escapades in the early days on Infinity." Her grin broke into a brief smile before giving a kiss to the tip of his head. Lasky was unprepared for this, letting out a pleased moan before forcing his gaze back down. It was difficult however, as he felt something warm and wet slide down from the tip of his manhood down to the base and back again.

"Oh God, oh God." Lasky only wished Roland had the heart to turn off the security feed, because there was no way this was going to stop.

Cortana looked up at Lasky with a smirk. Holding eye contact with him, she opened her mouth and began to swallow him, inch by inch. The delicious wet warmth of her mouth was orgasmic, and as Cortana continued to make her way to his hips he was reminded of just how long he'd gone without getting laid. The nature of this affair just made it all the more exciting, especially considering…

His blood froze, his brain finally realizing exactly who was giving him head under his desk.

"Cor… CortanAHHH… What are you… what about… and the Chie-EEEEEF!" His breath hitched as he felt her tongue swirl around the length of his dick. If the Master Chief were to see what was happening in this office, it didn't matter that he was Admiral, the investigators would be lucky to find a bloody smear after Chief was done with him.

Cortana seemed unfazed by the mention of her partner, keeping her eyes on Lasky while she continued to run her tongue along the underside of his tool. Her left hand dug its way into his drawers, finding and playing with his family jewels, while her right made its way into her own, warming herself up for later.

Lasky couldn't help but swallow hard between the sensations of Cortana squeeze his stones and periodically bumping her forehead against his pelvis as she reached the base of his shaft again and again. 'Oh god does she even have a gag reflex?' he thought. Just as he was about to climax though, Cortana stopped touching him completely.

Lasky threw his head back, groaning in frustration. Before the feeling of being blue-balled could begin to take place however, he was given a pleasant surprise as he felt two soft, warm masses squeeze his staff, Cortana's hot breath flowing over the head. His groan turned into another moan at such a heavenly change in fortune.

Looking down he saw that both Cortana's tank top and bra were pooled around her waist, her breasts freed to run up and down his cock. She started slow, at first just bringing her breasts to the head, squeezing them around the sensitive bits, before sliding back down. But then she began to pick up the pace and he started to lose himself in the sensation. He forced himself to look down again, just as Cortana took his head back into her mouth. And then it was over.

He watched as Cortana leaned back, mouth open to receive his seed. Some of it landed in her mouth and on her tongue, which she drank greedily, but the rest found its way onto her face and chest. She swiped one of the larger globs from her face with her thumb, licking it clean with a gap-toothed grin. "Delicious," she giggled.

When the clouds of his sex-induced high now fading away, Lasky realized what he had just done. Grabbing at his crotch defensively he quickly pushed his seat away from Cortana. "What the hell was that?" he demanded in his best Admiral voice.

Cortana just continued to grin mischievously as she slinked to her feet. She removed her top and bra from her waist and tossed them back under the desk, before stepping towards Lasky. Her hips sashayed back and forth, and she began to circle him, her hands ghosting along his shoulders. "I heard you were running yourself ragged, Admiral," she traced her fingers in small circles along his neck. "The crew's worried about you," she stopped behind him. Her hands clasped around his front, drawing his head into her chest, "I want to help you feel better." She began to slide down, not breaking contact between him and her warm mounds. She leaned forward nibble at his ear, "And I'm going to do so the best way a woman can," only to suddenly pull back.

Lasky found himself missing her warmth, the prodding of his shaft against his hand only proving how much Cortana managed to turn him on. The sound of a zipper coming undone with the shuffling of cloth only served to further his excitement. When Cortana spun back into sight he was greeted by a complete lack of clothing on her body.

"Here," she gestured to the top of her head, "all the way down to here," she lifted her foot, wiggling her toes, "is all yours to do with however you please, until I leave the room, Admiral. So tell me," she cleared away some of the papers as she bent herself over his desk, ass up and legs splayed with her hidden treasure revealed, "care to have some fun?"

This was wrong. This was so very wrong and Lasky knew each and every military code this was breaking, not to mention the morals he was certainly going against. But the longer he stared at Cortana, the more the part of his mind that didn't want him court-martialed and dead shut up, until he finally stood up and approached her.

Looking back, Cortana grinned with excitement, recognizing the look in his eyes as he approached the juncture of her hips.

He stopped himself just inches from entering, remembering how Cortana played with him earlier; how could he return the favor? And then he remembered what else he kept stowed away in his desk. 'I never intended to use them for something like this. Guess it pays to be prepared.'

Cortana did not notice that as Lasky rubbed his slick manhood between her cheeks and lips, he reached into one of the desk drawers. When he leaned over her, she expected him to return the gesture she had made whilst circling him. Instead Lasky pulled her hands forward and before she had the chance to resist, fed a pair of handcuffs through the gap at the top of the desk, binding her in place.

"So long as you're in here, you're mine, right?" he whispered huskily into her ear. Cortana shivered at this display of force before nodding. "Then I'm going to make sure you stay here until I'm feeling 'better,' understood?"

Oh did Lasky take charge. Cortana grinned back at him, rubbing her hips up against tool. "Yes Admiral."

"Good."

The last of Lasky's survival instinct died in that moment, where he dropped his pants and steadied himself at her entrance. Resting his hands on her hips, Lasky slowly pushed into Cortana's pink center, letting out an unrestrained moan of joy at the feeling of her warm wetness encapsulating him, only to be matched by a softer hum of satisfaction from Cortana.

Once his hips bumped hers, he paused, savoring the feeling of being inside such a beautiful woman, committing the sensation to memory. He gave her one, two, three soft pumps, before slowly pulling out of her.

He heard her whine in need, felt her forcing her hips back in desire in an attempt to slip onto his cock again, only to be stopped by the handcuffs. He rebuked her with a slap on her ass, earning a loud squeak from the bound woman, but she kept pushing. He slapped her again across the other cheek, this time rubbing the mark, earning a satisfied moan after she yelped. A couple of more times did Lasky before he began walking round to the front of his desk. Leaving one hand to ghost over her body, he felt the soft curve of her ass give way to the wide expanse of her back, before trailing up to her neck and under her chin. He then tilted Cortana's head up to meet his gaze.

"I'm in control this time." He replaced his hand in the ebony locks at the back of her head and pulled her head forwards until his own poked at Cortana's lips, dripping in her nectar. The mix of both their scents was delicious and she greedily accepted his length into her mouth. That Lasky was controlling her this time only made her all the more excited, her wetness pooling at the bottom edge of the table. Oh how she wished she could touch herself right now.

Benevolent as Lasky generally was, he was not gentle here. Once Cortana swallowed him completely he began to pound into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. He was mindful of her need to breathe, but only just, lost in the erotic noises emitted from her throat. Occasionally he'd hold Cortana's head to the base of his cock, granting her brief respite as he let her tongue work his shaft in unimaginable ways before pulling her back to repeat the process.

By now their actions had knocked over the once mighty mountains of paperwork resting on his desk, but Lasky didn't care, especially not as he was about to climax for the second time today.

"Cortana… I'm going… to…" Lasky finished with a loud moan as he shot his hot seed down her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop. He slowly pulled out, ending with a pop as the head left her smiling lips. She slid back on the desk, breathing heavily as she rested her head on her arms. Her ass was now waving in the air, providing another tempting target for the man above her.

No longer did Lasky have any desire to play games with her for a bit of vengeance. No, he just wanted to be sheathed inside her. Returning to the other side of his desk, he hefted Cortana's right leg over his shoulder, grasping her warm thigh in both hands for clear access to her nectar-coated flower. One hand dropped to guide himself inside, and soon he was thrusting in her with reckless abandon.

The angle with which Lasky's dick filled her insides felt orgasmic. It was different from what she and John had always done; whereas he'd always been gentle and loving, Lasky fucked her hard. Cortana loved it. The cold surface made her nipples and clit so much more sensitive, overloading her senses as they were rubbed back and forth across polished wood. The erotic grunts and moans she heard Lasky make as she was thrusted across the desk made her increasingly turned on. And that she was bound, so helpless to Lasky's whims and forced to consent to whatever he so desired, it was just so exciting; anything he'd demand she'd do with a smile.

Lasky reached forward, grabbing one of Cortana's shoulders to improve his leverage, and increased the pace with which he entered her lower lips. The wet slaps of flesh on flesh was very audible now, serving to bring him closer to the edge as Cortana approached hers, her walls clamping down on his staff.

The slowly building warmth in her nether regions had finally grown too great to handle as Cortana let loose a breathless cry. As she rode her high she felt a waterfall drip from her folds and down her legs, matched by Lasky giving her another couple of powerful thrusts before filling her with a different yet equally amazing warmth. She let loose a sigh of contentment between breaths as Lasky put her down. Her legs gave way immediately, leaving her entire weight on the desk. She didn't know what she was expecting coming here, but the mind blowing orgasm Lasky had just given her surpassed her best imagination. Cortana was satisfied, however at the same time feeling Lasky's cum inside of her left her wanting more. She felt Lasky's try to slide his hands over to her long unattended breasts and pushed off the table enough to grant him access, hoping it would lead to more.

Lasky had collapsed onto his forearms, hovering just over Cortana's body as his hands got to work. Soft and firm, with gooseflesh surrounding her areola and flakes where his cum had dried, Cortana's breasts were something to behold. He caught her nipples between his pointer and middle fingers, tweaking them as he groped Cortana's wonderful assets, earning some deliciously erotic moans. He felt himself re-harden inside Cortana and was ready to begin again, but then the feeling of her perfect ass cheeks pressed against his hips had him thinking again.

Cortana groaned when she felt Lasky extricate himself from her core, having hoped his he'd start fucking her again, but the sudden feeling of his rod sliding up and down between her ass cheeks had her thinking again. She didn't have time to think what was going on as Lasky's cock hastily found her rear entrance and filled her ass. This was something she'd never done before. It felt…

Euphoric. Cortana's ass felt even better than it looked, gripping his cock in an impossible vice, meeting each thrust with the delicious friction of her tight walls. He felt like he was going to blow almost immediately, but his willpower held firm. By the sounds Cortana was making she was enjoying his rear entry almost as much as he was

The way in which Lasky fucked her ass did even more for her than before. His hands continued to grope her chest, using them to pull himself deeper into her puckered rear; the extra force on her nipples hurting, but in a weirdly good way that she couldn't help but gasp in pleasure. Her clit was being ground into and across the surface of the desk, and combined with post-orgasm sensitivity the stimulation was driving her wild. She forced her hips back with each thrust to earn every pleasurable sensation possible, building up to what was surely another mind shattering orgasm.

All too soon Lasky felt it ending again. He couldn't hold back the feeling in loins anymore, the pleasure was becoming nigh unbearable. With a final thrust he buried himself deep inside Cortana's ass and released. As he felt his seed shooting out he, heard Cortana scream in euphoria as more liquid dripped from her pink core down their legs.

Lasky collapsed on top of Cortana, his heavy breaths matching hers as he basked in her warmth. How he wished this wouldn't end.

"Come on Admiral, we haven't even started round three," she stated between pants. Lasky could only smile as he gave her peaks another tweak.

For the rest of the day no one was able to visit the Admiral, not even Murphy with a replacement box of sweets. The door was locked for some reason, but when asked, Roland could only say Lasky was otherwise occupied.

(My Redemption)

"You have fun with the Admiral?" John asked the comparatively small woman he was spooning. The two were resting in his bunk after an intense one-on-one session of their own. Cortana laid with her naked back up against the Chief's equally nude front, her head tucked right under his chin with his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I did. He was so… wild," she sighed wistfully. "Think you're ready to let go a bit?" she teased.

"You know I don't want to hurt you," he stated.

"I know, that's one of the reasons I love you." She looked up and managed to peck him right on the nose. "You know, you should get an office desk like Lasky's. I've come up with a number of ways we can have fun with this," she smiled and grabbed his semi-erect member, "using one."

"Sounds like a plan." He tilted his head forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. The silence that followed was comfortable, just basking in each other's presence was more than enough for the couple.

"Hey John, isn't Palmer supposed to be returning to S-deck about now?" she queried, breaking the silence.

"She is. She had a private session in Wargames. You arrange things?"

"Of course," Cortana turned her head and smiled knowingly. "Just remember your knife, you know how hard it is to remove the Spartan undersuits."

"You're not coming?" He arched an eyebrow.

"I already did," she chuckled. "Go have your fun John, I'll join you in a bit." She gave him a playful slap on his rear.

John just smiled and he slipped out of bed, preparing to head to Spartan Town. He turned back to give Cortana another loving smile, which she returned in kind, before making his way to see Palmer.

End

A.N.: Whether or not Lasky and Cortana are your kind of couple, you can't tell me after reading this you don't have a (lady)boner now. God knows I do, which is why I'm going to hell. Bet you all can see the possible sequel to this piece. Oh is it going to be dirty. Might as well give me Satan's crown now with what I'm going to do, because next time I won't have any limits. And to my fellow Jortana fans and friends out there, I apologize for this, but at the same time I do not. Over 500 years in the future, I think people will be a bit more open about intimate relationships? But maybe that's just me. I'll do plenty of these two exclusively in the future to make it up to you all though. If anyone here has any suggestions with regards to pairings and situations, please feel free to share. Great things come from group minds after all. Until next time my friends, keep sinning!