Concurrence Chapter 7-5

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“I’ll… leave you to it.” He spun round and gunned it for the door, Seela watching him curiously as he brushed past her with his head firmly locked in place. He could hear her placing more and more parts of her armour aside as he closed the door behind him.

He felt… odd, to say the least, like his chest was sucking up against his lungs, what was going on? He didn’t… like her, did he? He had only met Seela this very night, but she had rubbed off on him in the hours since their encounter in Kikowani. That was his own fault, of course, she was his only form of conversation out here behind Covenant lines, and people always had a tendency to bond during a crisis.

He got moving before he could think about it too much, beginning his search for towels, as he hadn’t seen any in the bathroom. After a bit of scrounging, he found a wardrobe full of the things, stowing two under his arm, then picking up a third after a bit of consideration. Seela would probably need them all due to how big she was.

He returned to the hallway, a voice calling out through the bathroom door. “Major? You there?”

“What is it?” he asked, raising his voice a little as he approached.

“How do I make the water work?”

“I-I just explained it,” he sighed. “Those two dials on the wall are the taps, you just turn them. Red is hot, blue is cold.”

“… Which one is red again?”

“It’s the…” He faltered, how did you describe colourto an alien, or describe it at all for that matter? “I’ll show you,” he added. “I’m coming in. Are you… decent?”

“What kind of question is that? A warrior must always strive to look their best.”

The Major shook his head. “I meant are you covered up?”

She didn’t answer, and the Major gave her a few more moments before he turned the handle, heading inside. More of her white power armour was laying in a pile to one side of the floor, her helmet and breastplate the largest pieces in the bunch, but fortunately Seela was still wearing her bodysuit when he turned his gaze over to her. The zipper was still dragged down, however, the mechanism hovering just above where the belly button would be on a human, and he got a full view of her front as she turned to face him. That thing was tight enough to cut off circulation, following the curves of her lithe figure like a mould, especially around her hourglass hips. His eyes were drawn to her exposed flesh, the zipper revealing a V-shaped slice of her cerulean hide, his gaze unavoidably drawn back to her cleavage.

“Show me how to use this shower,” she said, her statement making him aware of how much he was staring. He moved over to the sliding door, placing the towels on the sink as he pulled the handle, his boots clicking as he stepped onto the raised plastic.

“This one is red,” he explained, turning the tap on. From the showerhead came a tiny dribble of water, the Major shutting the stream off after a second. “The more you turn it, the more powerful the water come out, okay?”

She put him in her shadow as she leered over his shoulder, the Major turning to see she was stood right behind him, but she wasn’t paying attention to the taps. Her striking, purple eyes were locked onto his, and he felt oddly vulnerable having her look down at him, while he had to crane his neck.

“I cannot remember the last time I let my guard down around someone,” she stated, leaning on her knees and squeezing her bosom together with her biceps, creating a deep channel of leathery flesh the Major couldn’t hope to not ogle at. He was thankful that his helmet was still on or she would have caught him getting an eye-full.

“We are always on the move, always fighting, or fleeing from the conflicts that chase us,” she said, locking onto his eyes even through his visor. “I want to stop running,” she blurted, looking at the floor in dejection. “The way I am right now, it no longer pleases me as it once did. I want to slow down, just for a little while and… live in this moment. What say you, Major?” she asked after a pause. “Will you… stop, with me?”

He'd have to be a fool to not see what she was getting at, but he still hesitated as he met her reptilian eyes. As much as she was an alien, he could see where she was coming from. Tonight could be his last night alive, and here was an opportunity he would never get again, a chance to just live in the now, rather than always looking to the future. And bleed off some stress while they had time.

“I will,” he said, Seela’s tone turning sly as she leaned closer to him.

“Then, you will no longer need this…”

She placed her hands on either side of his helmet, slowly lifting it away until their eyes met in earnest. She dropped the helmet to the ground, where it rolled to a stop atop the bathmat, Seela taking him by the shoulders and leaning even closer.

From between her mandibles emerged her tongue, the tapered tip draping down towards his neck. He shivered as she dragged its moist surface over his face, from his chin to between his eyes, leaving a shining layer of mucous in its wake. She was sampling him, he realised, Seela slurping her long tongue between her mandibles and lathering her teeth against the organ.

“The salt of your sweat is delicious…” she moaned, leaning in for another taste. This time he opened his mouth when her tongue traced his lips, meeting her organ with his own. Her eyes went wide as their tastes mingled, but they soon lidded as she wrapped her tongue over his own, constricting it between her moist flesh and lapping at his gums, his cheeks bulging as she smothered his palate.

She drew back, subjecting him to doting licks as she soaked his lips with her saliva, then plunged in again. It was unlike any kiss he’d ever experienced before, if one could call being licked a kiss, the way she alternated between licking him like a housecat and plunging her tongue down his throat making him weak at the knees. Her four mandibles came to rest on his cheeks, splayed wide so that he was aware of the little barbs of teeth lining them.

After what felt like a minute of kissing, she slowly pulled away, making him aware of every inch of her tongue she had piled into his mouth. Her purple eyes filled his vision as she connected her forehead to his with a quiet tap.

“Your armour, take it off,” she said, her voice commanding. “Wouldn’t want you getting uncomfortable when I put you on your back.”

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” he chuckled, starting with his arms as he unclipped the gauntlets.

“Why waste time when we both know what we want?” she countered. “Now hurry up, I want to see all of you…”

Nearly dropping pieces of his Kevlar in anticipation, he set about removing his gear, setting pieces of armour aside with more care than Seela had with his helmet. He could feel her eyes playing over his slowly revealing body, his BDU going last as he pulled it over his head, soon wearing nothing save for his underwear.

He'd never been a self-conscious person, but there was something about Seela that made him feel anxious, maybe it was all that height she had over him that made him feel… small. Her piercing eyes drank in his skin, her gaze soon stopping on his waist.

“Are you taking that off, or am I?” she challenged.

“We got time, Seela, no need to go rushing in,” he replied. “Besides, you said you wanted to use the shower, right? Come here.”

She stood by his side as he reached for the hot dial, turning the water on. Water jetted from the showerhead above them, raining down and splashing Seela right in the face.

“Woops,” he said, smiling as she flexed her mandibles, spitting some water out.

“You did that on purpose!” she accused, but there was a certain air about her that betrayed her amusement. “Ah, this feels good…” she sighed, angling her head below the warm water, as relaxed as he had ever seen her. Without her armour on, he could admire her in earnest, her suit fitting her like a glove a few sizes too small, the fabric so thin every contour of her body leapt out at him. She had the body of an athlete in her prime, thin enough to allow her the agility and grace she’d displayed throughout the night, while also being packed with muscle, especially around her thighs and hips to allow her tall, powerful figure to stay upright.

He reached over to close the shower door, upping the water temperature a little more, the panes quickly misting as the heat built up. There was just enough room that he could stand back and admire her as she let the water cleanse her muscles of tension. She seemed to remember she was still wearing her bodysuit, grumbling under her breath as she plucked at the material, still soaked from the storm outside.

She flashed him a seductive glance as she pinched her zipper between her fingers, dragging it down slowly so she could tease him. Inch after inch of her flawless hide exposed itself, his eyes inexorably drawn to her torso as the zipper trailed down her belly. She did not have a belly button like a human did, nor did she have abs, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a powerful core. Her stomach was all muscle, the subtle curve of her tummy in line with her athletic build, her frame both dainty and powerful at the same time, her curves making his erection jump against the fabric of his underwear.

She stopped just above her waist, shrugging the bodysuit off her shoulders one at a time, her delaying only enticing him all the more. Her suit peeled away like a banana, Seela freeing her breasts from the garment after a moment of struggling.

Two boobs fell free, so firm and pert they wobbled only a little as they spilled out from the constricting material. Like the rest of her, they were covered over in her blue, leathery hide, water washing over them to give them a reflective sheen. He noted that her boobs and underbelly were slightly off coloured compared to the rest of her darker hide, almost like a discolouration.

Her nipples were erect and pink, contrasting with her ocean-blue hide, swaying in time with her breathing. He noted that there was a collection of scars running down her midriff and stomach, as well as a few burns and bruises, her body an artwork of prior battles.

She caught him examining the numerous scars and chuckled. “Admiring your own handiwork, hmm?”

She traced one of her wounds with a nail, no bigger than the length of his finger. He remembered the solitary hit he’d scored on her during their first meeting, but Seela didn’t harbour any resentment, if anything it was the opposite, the way she caressed the scar coming off as sensual.

“Do you still possess the same spirit as you did then, I wonder?” she mused, her waist tilting as she planted a hand on her hip, leaning on it.

He knew a challenge when he heard one, Seela’s eyes tracking him as he moved closer, the hot water oozing the knots out of his muscles as it poured over his back. He was captivated by her bosom, the way the water cascaded down the muscular channels of her torso drawing his eyes to her curves. Despite being so lithe and nimble, she was still soft in all the right places, her breasts creating an admirable curve to her chest, her torso tapering into an hourglass waist, travelling down to a pair of powerful thighs packed with the muscles that allowed her to be so agile.

His eyes lingered on her chest, her expression shifting from confidence to curiosity as she watched him raise a hand and filling his palm with a breast. It felt like he was pushing his fingers into cake batter, her flesh melting around his digits as he sought out the more sensitive tissue beneath her leathery skin.

“Oh!” Seela gasped, a delicate sound that was so unbecoming from the death-seeking companion he’d come to know. He squeezed his hand, and she moaned again, she mustn’t be used to a lot of touching if this was all it took to get her going. “P-Perhaps you do…”

He took her other breast into his hand, kneading her supple bosom in his hands like he was shaping clay. They maintained their alluring teardrop shape each time he let them spring back, full of muscle, yet soft enough to be malleable beneath his fingertips. They were just a little too big to be perfect handfuls, and that might make her not so well endowed to other Elites, but to him she was a plenty of woman he had no complaints.

He pushed his face into her cleavage, brushing his thumbs over her nipples as he took in a lungful of her aroma. She smelled of that distinct, leathery scent, her womanly pheromones adding a spicy afterglow that drove him wild for more.

“What are you doing?” Seela asked, bristling as he breathed warm air on her boobs.

“You smell wonderful,” he said, leaning more into her cleavage. Her breasts were like two soft pillows caressing his cheeks, Seela’s bust quivering as she chuckled at him.

“I do?” she asked, tilting her head. “But, I am covered in plasma and blood, how could you…”

He interrupted the thought as he brought a nipple to his mouth, sealing it round his lips and biting down on it. There was a wet slap as Seela snapped her thighs shut, the sudden pleasure making her shake like a leaf. He couldn’t believe how sensitive she was, she could take down a Hunter with a sword, but just a little touching was setting her off. He mouthed at the nub of flesh, alternating between doting on it with his tongue and clenching it with his lips, Seela’s flesh wobbling around his head as she shivered.

“You continue to surprise me,” Seela cooed, wrapping her arms around his head, drawing his face deeper into her shapely bosom, her soft body enveloping him from all sides. Her scent came down stronger now that he was sealed from the air beyond her, and he could have stayed that way forever. He reached out and linked his hands on the other side of her waist, Seela slim enough his hands could meet just above her haunches as he returned the hug.