Warning, mature content

Chapter 13

The soldier stared at the papers Dr. Nolan had given to him. The instructions were incredibly detailed. They wanted him to do all these things with Darla. Why? It wasn't his place to ask questions. Yet he couldn't understand this. What was the purpose of this project? Why had they chosen someone as inexperienced as Darla? No. It wasn't his place to ask questions.

He had been restless though, waiting for their next meeting. Dr. Nolan had told him yesterday that Darla would spend the whole night with him. The whole night. That was new, but he certainly wasn't complaining. No, he was very anxious to see her. It was a strange feeling; unlike anything he had felt before. He had missed her. He couldn't remember ever missing anyone.

Why did he miss her? Because of what she had done the last time? No, not just because of that. He missed the way she looked at him, the way her skin felt, the scent of her hair, the sound of her voice. He even missed her endless babbling and questions. Was he supposed to feel like this? Probably not. Why did he feel like this? He didn't know.

He sighed and placed the papers on his bunk. What was he supposed to do? If they would find out that he had been lying to them, they would punish both him and Darla. He wasn't going to hurt Darla, but how could he keep her safe? His thoughts were cut off when the door opened. Darla smiled at him as she entered the room. She was wearing her normal clothes now, but that didn't make her any less beautiful. As soon as the door closed, she pounced on him, managing to surprise him.

"I'm glad you're okay," she murmured as she hugged him tightly. "I mean, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he replied, clumsily patting her back. "It was just a routine mission."

"Good," she sighed as she pulled away. "We have a problem."

"Yes, I know. I received the…instructions."

She bit her bottom lip.

"We need to do it tonight," she murmured.

"Do what?"

She looked away, clearly uncomfortable.

"You know what."

He frowned.

"Darla…"

"It's fine, Steve," she murmured. "I'm ready."

She certainly didn't look ready.

"I'm not going to…"

"We're running out of time," she cut in tensely. "I don't know what they expect to happen, but if it doesn't, they're going to want to…watch. I can't…" She paused and looked into his eyes. "I want to do this in private. Just you and me."

He didn't know what to think. Of course, he knew that she was right, and he understood her distress, but…

"I don't want to hurt you," he murmured.

She smiled warmly as she touched his cheek.

"I know and I trust you not to. I mean, I know it'll hurt at least a little, but I know you'll be careful."

He considered the situation for a moment and made his decision.

"Can you trust me?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Yeah."

"Alright. There's something I want to try, and I need you to let me lead. I'll stop if you tell me to, I promise."

She hesitated for a brief moment before nodding.

"Okay."

"Okay. Good."

He looked at her while running his fingers over her cheek, hoping to show her that he was able to keep his touch gentle.

"You look nice," he murmured.

"Thank you," she replied smiling.

"You're welcome. Okay… I'm going to lift you up now and kiss you."

She nodded.

"Go ahead."

He felt somewhat clumsy as he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. Even though he had imagined to be the one in charge, he obviously wasn't. She was the one who kissed him first, although he returned the kiss eagerly. Ever since they had kissed the first time, he couldn't get enough of her mouth.

She tasted like some kind of treat that had been denied from him for a long time. As much as he enjoyed their kisses, touching her tongue with his, he had other plans for tonight. He was hoping to do something pleasant for her. Something that would hopefully ease her nervousness. They kept kissing as he carried her to his bunk and laid her across it. He sat next to her and brushed her hair off her forehead.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, doll," he murmured. "Just say the word and I'll stop, okay?"

"Okay."

It wasn't difficult to see that she was nervous, but she was still smiling. Carefully he reached down and slipped her sandals off her feet. She lifted her hips in order to help him to remove her pants. Once again, he admired her legs. She had mentioned that she enjoyed running and he could see that she had run a lot. Gently he ran his hand up and down her bare legs and pulled back enough to meet her eyes.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Feels nice."

He was glad to hear that, and he continued running his fingers upward over her knees and thighs before moving his hand down again. He took one of her feet in his hand and kissed her leg. She gasped as he moved up, running his tongue over the sculpture of her knee. Hoping to make her feel safe, he brought his mouth to hers. She clung to him as they kissed, but he felt her body relaxing.

He returned kissing her legs, enjoying the warmth of her skin. He would have wanted to remove all her clothes and enjoy her naked body, but he didn't want to go too far. One step at a time. Giving her a pleasant experience was his only goal right now. She shivered as he moved up, gently kissing and caressing her thighs. Carefully he slid her underwear down her legs and tossed the bit of white cotton aside. His eyes widened as he pushed her thighs open and looked at her most private part. He had no idea how long he had stared at her when he heard her voice.

"Um, Steve, what are you…"

The rest of her sentence turned into a loud gasp as he dipped his head between her legs and tasted her. He had imagined doing this slowly and gently, but after having the first taste of her, he could no longer control himself. He parted her open and feasted on her. She was like the first drop of water after he had been lost in a desert. He wanted to taste every part of her.

She cried out at first, then moaned as her legs started shaking uncontrollably. Her taste, scent and the sounds she was making were intoxicating, he couldn't remember ever experiencing anything like it. Darla. Sweet Darla. She was beautiful like this, shaking and moaning under his mouth. She climaxed too quickly, he wouldn't have wanted to stop yet, but the part of his brain that was still capable of forming clear thoughts reminded him that she was a virgin. He needed to make sure that she was alright. Reluctantly he raised his head and looked at her. Her face was flushed, she was panting, and her eyes were closed.

"Darla? Are you alright?"

She nodded and slowly opened her eyes.

"Come here."

He obeyed, laying beside her. They were both on their sides, looking at each other.

"I didn't mean to go too far," he murmured. "I wanted you to enjoy it."

"I did," she assured. "I've never felt anything like it."

He was quite proud of himself.

"Can I do something for you?" she asked.

"I want you hear you making those noises again," he replied firmly, feeling more confident than ever.

Her eyes widened.

"You mean…"

"I want to taste you again. If you let me."

"Okay, sure."

Pleased by her reply, he returned between her legs and continued exploring her thoroughly with his tongue. She came twice more before he was finished with her. She was panting and shaking as he laid down beside her.

"Steve," she panted. "We need to… I think I'll pass out soon."

He shook his head.

"Rest, doll. You've earned it."

"But…"

"Could you for once just do as I say?" he huffed and pulled a blanked over her. "Rest."

He was pretty sure that she still wanted to argue with him, but she was too exhausted. She sighed and curled up against him. He wrapped his normal arm around her and listened to her calm breathing after she fell asleep. Darla. His Darla. No, she wasn't his. Why did he even want her to be his? Because he wanted her. That was dangerous for both of them. She had been right; they should have done it tonight. Finish their mission. But how could he do that to her? He had to, for both of them. No. He had to find some other solution.