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“What do ya say Boris?” She chimed.
He grunted. “It’s fine to me.”
Lis shoved her drink in his direction, nearly sloshing its contents to the floor. “Nie opowiadaj bzdur! One day I’ll show you good beer!”
“Mm,” he agreed passively, tossing his plastic cup onto the perpetually sticky fold out table.
It had been a rough operation, Boris’ CAV-Brawler would take a full morning to repair but that was tomorrow’s problem. Today they saved data crucial to Command. Tonight they could celebrate. Boris watched her finish her cup, placing it next to her fold out chair. She shook her head, a shiver slid down shoulders.
She hiccuped. “Don’t you have fire watch?”
“I traded with angel,” he replied.
Lis looked up at him, her flushed face made the blue of her eyes shine even under the shit camping light they were using. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the side.
“You did good today,” he said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Her smile beamed ear to ear before relaxing to something more neutral. “I’m sorry about the Brawler.”
“Mm,” he hummed gravely. “She’ll be alright.”
The silence was thick.
“Do you think all of this really matters,” she asked in a hushed voice, “I mean, do you really think we can still fix things.”
He looked at her, a familiar pang in his chest. Boris tried not to think about it, what he would do if all of this finally resolved. He preferred the numbness of his work, the predictably of his tank. His brow furrowed, staring at the one thing in his life that he dared to hope for when it was too late to be awake and just quiet enough to let his thoughts go beyond the mission. But it wouldn’t be fair to either of them. She was still waiting. He walked over to stand behind her chair.
“Even the hedgehog knows this.” He rubbed her shoulders.
The heirloom leather coat she normally wore must of been on her cot. Boris’ hands trailed down her bare arms. She sighed, relaxing into his touch.
He cleared his throat, stepping back. His body was on fire, he’d never felt her skin before. Maybe the brushing of knuckles when passing a wrench or cups. But never so… personally. “It’s late.”
“Boris,” she purred.
“Hm?”
“If we ever get out of here-“
“Ewelina.” He interrupted her.
“I don’t want to never see you again. I… I want to be with you wherever you end up.”
“I have no where to go after this. I didn’t leave anything to get here.” He paused, “you should try to fix things with your family. You deserve a family.”
“The no-pats are my family. They understand me,” she countered. She stood up, turning her face up to his. “Is it that hard to accept that someone wants you in their life? Or is it me that you don’t want in your life?”
“Don’t say that,” he warned through gritted teeth.
“I’m not dumb. I see you avoiding me. You always put me with the reinforcements never the infantry. Am I that bad to work with?”
“I don’t want to see you get hurt,” he yelled. “Lis I hit a batch of tank mines today! The hatch slammed down on Desmond’s head and I don’t think she’s ever going to wake up!”
She stared at him, wide eyed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
He sighed, “I know you liked Desmond.”
“Everyone liked Desmond, she was a hell of a gunner.” She said softly.
She didn’t know if it was the news of her friend or the alcohol making her head swim but she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into his chest. Boris held the back of her head with his hand, gently stroking her hair.
“It’ll be alright.” He murmured.
“I know,” she sighed, “I know.”
The guilt boiled in Boris, he should have been able to avoid those mines. Had he not been in such a rush to get out in front of the enemy tanks, he would have. Lis’ hands slid around his waist. He bit his lip, swallowing dryly and placing his head on top of hers.
“Lis?” He called softly.
“Hmm?”
“I… I care about you… you know? I don’t want you to-” He said shakily, tucking her tightly into his body.
She was quiet a moment, her own heart singing at his words. She looked at him, eyes welled with tears. “I love you. It’s going to take more than a war to get rid of me.”
He huffed, put his head back on top of hers. He would allow just one more minute, just a minute to be selfishly in love with her. He thought about the life they could have. A quiet life, some land and house that’s always warm. Maybe a couple kids…
Her hands slid under his shirt, feeling the war-strengthened muscles in his back. His breath caught in his throat.
“What-“
“Quiet,” she warned, her eyes burning with desire.
“Lis,” he breathed as she made quick work of his belt, and the buttons to his pants. She pulled her own shirt off, revealing the fullness of her breasts, nearly spilling out of the cups of her black bra.
Boris reached out, finding his hands on her waist. He ran his thumb over the raised scar that spread across the left side of her stomach. It was still pink, even six months later. His fingers trembled.
“Hey,” she called softly, “I’m still here.”
She unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Lis took his hands, pulling him closer to her. She took his face in her hands, kissing him gently at first, but soon he melted into her touch and started kissing her hungrily. Exploring her mouth with his tongue. Cupping her ass with his hands, pressing her into his barely contained erection. He made his way down her neck as her fingers tangled in his hair. His kissed down far enough to conceal the claiming hickeys he put on the tops of breast while he gently swiveled his thumbs around her now taut nipples. Lis groaned as he took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nub before sucking on it gently.
Her hand slid into his waistband, pushing down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. She stroked the sizable length. He groaned, thrusting into her grasp. Lis drop to her knees, looking up at him through her lashes. His face was flushed and his teeth grazed his lip. She took the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around methodically before sucking him deeper into her mouth. Boris moaned, wrapping her ponytail around his wrist and holding onto the base. Lis accepted his cock as he thrusted in and out of her mouth.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Get up.”
She stood and shimmied out of her pants and underwear. Boris spun her to face the counter. He bent her over the cold metal that made her body tingle in delight.
Boris pushed his thumb into her and placed his fingers on her swollen clit and began stroking her most sensitive anatomy. She gripped the edge of the counter. Her pussy was so wet in started spreading toward her thighs. He switched focus plunging in and out of her, rubbing her g-spot, with two fingers. She groaned leaning back into his hand. Suddenly he struck her ass, sending a twang of pleasure through her groin. His fingers went back to making quick work of fucking her. She could feel her orgasm building as the world went quiet. In and out over and over until… slap! She moaned his name. Again, in and out in and out- stars were falling in her vision as she began to cum.
“God,” he growled as he buried his cock inside her. He was fucking her through her orgasm. Her pussy spawning on his cock.
“Oh! Oh! Fuck,” she pleaded.
He wrapped her ponytail around his hand and pulled her up against his body. Boris kissed her neck as he pushed his hand into her lower stomach feeling his cock thrusting inside her. He bit her earlobe, pulling gently.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growled, pounding into her harder.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Say it.” He pulled back on her ponytail.
“I’m yours.”
“You’re mine. You’re mine.”
His body shook as he came inside her. It was enough to send Lis over the edge again. They leaned into each other, enjoying the momentary bliss.
Voices could be heard down the hall. The two separated, throwing their clothes on in a fury.
“Hey-“ Angel paused. “Whoa… hey.”
“What.” Boris said sharply.
“Falck just relieved me- what the fuck were you two doing in here?” He looked between the two and the small puddle on the floor. “I don’t want to know. I just came for beer.”
“It sucks,” Lis chimed in.
“It’s fine to me,” Boris said flatly.