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Hicks, as usual, found Ripley on the flight deck.
She was given to wandering around the ship when she couldn’t sleep, looking for minuscule tasks to accomplish or, as was more often the case, posting up somewhere near the pilot’s chair with a pack of cigarettes as she gazed out through a viewport.
It was especially common to find her there when they weren’t traveling at hyper speed, as she quietly contemplated the vast reaches before them. Even more especially if they weren’t currently on a mission.
After they had escaped aboard the Sulaco, they had attempted to do as thorough a search of the ship as was possible, especially with Dwayne having half his usual visual field and both of them bogged down by the exhaustion that was left once the adrenaline had stopped coursing. They called it good enough and went to rest.
Still, Bishop, or half of Bishop, had recovered enough that when the ship’s internal scans had detected unknown semi-organic material aboard, he had been able to interrupt their cryosleep to alert them. He had elected to wake Ripley alone, knowing that Hicks, and especially Newt, might have needed convalescence slightly more than her at that present moment.
“It’s in the loading dock,” he had grimly informed her, a scan of the ship lighting up on a screen, a blinking orange light indicating the section in question. “The ship was able to narrow it down quite quickly.”
Ripley had to admit that the ships had definitely improved since her original mission. The Sulaco was no Nostromo in terms of size, but it was still huge enough in its own right, even more so with just the four of them aboard. That alone made the warning more impressive.
Donning an EVA suit, just in case, Ripley had set off towards the loading dock with her heart pounding between her ears.
The time between her spotting the eggs and letting the vacuum of space whisk them into oblivion was negligible at best.
Unfortunately, opening the loading dock doors mid-flight was not necessarily advisable, especially when you weren’t in the atmosphere of a planet and were instead zipping through the stars at the speed of light.
The damage that was caused was regrettable, but certainly preferable to what might have happened if the eggs had been left undisturbed while they slumbered none the wiser.
It had meant plotting a course for the nearest system and telling Bishop to wake her if anything else were to go awry. She had gotten in her own cryopod then, knowing that the journey would be short but also aware that she was not in a position to pass up the healing capabilities that the small chamber afforded.
They were lucky enough that the planet they landed on was largely ignored by the Corporation, though not far enough away to be entirely out of its notice. This became abundantly clear when they spied the “wanted” posters and the news program detailing the crimes that she, Hicks, and Bishop had supposedly committed.
Ripley had only felt a little bit smug that the reward money for her capture was a significantly larger amount than either Dwayne or Bishop.
Really, the biggest thing to be grateful about was that Weyland-Yutani was regarded none too favorably on the planet they had landed on. That, and there was no mention of Newt in the programs at all.
Luck was still on their side, as they had arrived right when a huge score of medical and technological supplies had been delivered to the tiny little system.
The supplies may have been suspiciously branded with several different languages and the names of many companies, but they were not in the position to be too picky about the origin of such a gift.
Bishop had been repaired, equipped with a functional set of legs, and anything used to track him in his system was disposed of. They had also managed to override his prime directive, leaving his will entirely his own.
Ripley and Newt had their cuts, bruises, and burns tended to, neither of them even needing stitches, thankfully. Hicks, though, had undergone a few rounds of skin grafts. His wounds had been debrided as much as they could be, and though the grafts took without any issues, they still stood out livid against the rest of his skin. His eye would never be the same.
The Sulaco was put back in working order, new loading doors and everything. All her tracking devices were disabled, and any company branding was blotted out entirely.
They hadn’t stayed planetside for long, too antsy and worried about someone coming to take them in.
They had agreed to run odd jobs for some “privateers,” as they called themselves; namely transporting contraband and outlaws, and generally making life hell for the likes of Weyland-Yutani.
That had been all they needed to zip off into the void once more.
All of that had led to this, less than nine months out from Ripley’s second disastrous contact with LV-426, her leaning slightly over the ship’s controls as the not-yet-empty mug of coffee next to her grew ever colder in neglect.
Newt was in her own quarters, sleeping in a small nest of blankets and pillows they had put together with the mattress underneath the room’s cot, forming a foundation for a cave-bed.
Bishop was usually found in what functioned as the medbay aboard the Sulaco, either working exhaustively on whatever had been tasked to him in their various missions, his own scientific pursuits, or entering the synthetic version of sleeping, a trance-like state of something akin to charging.
Hicks and Ripley had settled into shared living quarters with little discussion, naturally gravitating toward each other in a way that neither of them was particularly fussed to resist. Neither of them could sleep alone anymore, needing the warmth of another body to anchor them through their nightmares.
Some nights, their shared bed went empty for long periods of time, sleep not coming easy to its usual occupants.
Tonight happened to be one of those nights.
Thus, Hicks found himself padding into the navigation controls room to find Ripley where he was quite sure she could be found.
He paused in the open doorway, taking a moment just to trail his eyes down her form, privately marveling at the length of her legs. Since he’d first glimpsed those legs in the cryopod next to his, man, he’d been a goner. He couldn’t look away, even as her eyes had met his and then slipped past him entirely.
From that point on, it’s like he couldn’t help the way his eyes were ceaselessly drawn to her. There hadn’t been a single moment in that colony where he wasn’t looking at her if they were in the same room. She seemed to have her own gravity, a way of pulling him in to orbit around her.
Now it was no different. After just a moment or two of observation, he was overcome with the urge to touch. He started forward, not bothering to announce his presence, knowing that she would have noticed him before he even got to the door.
He knew better than to inquire about her wellbeing or ask what was on her mind. A woman like Ripley had enough reasons to keep her awake for a lifetime. She spoke their names aloud, sometimes, in the moments when she finally slept, a litany of “Arthur,” and “Joan,” or, most often, “Amanda.”
She had divulged enough to him at this point that he now knew the role each of these people had played in her life. His heart ached every time she whispered the latter, almost always in a tiny, broken voice.
Knowing that she was aware of his presence didn’t stop him from reaching out and trailing his hand along the control panels as he approached, letting her pick him up in the peripherals of her vision.
She doesn’t verbally acknowledge him, but the corner of her mouth quirked up in the small smile he’d come to anticipate greeting him.
His fingertips ghosted over her knuckles, in the manner he always initiated contact. That first touch, small, his way of gauging her attitude towards intimacy at any given moment.
When she let her fingers tangle in his and tilted her head slightly to expose the long line of her neck, he recognized it as his green light to continue.
His right hand gently encircled the wrist already in his reach, his left coming around to start working her jacket off her shoulder.
Hicks leant in, already zeroed in on the place where her pulse would be beating beneath her skin, right where her shoulder met her neck. He couldn’t have held back his groan as he touched his nose there if he wanted to, couldn’t have stopped himself from inhaling her deeply even if he tried.
His mouth, already open, immediately started caressing there, gently tracing a path up to her temple as her head slowly dropped to the side, giving him more access.
Once he wrestled her arm out of her jacket, he switched sides on her neck, tugging the strap of her top aside and tonguing at the exposed skin.
The barest sound escaped her lips then, and he had to close his eyes to gather himself before he got too carried away.
She shrugged her jacket the rest of the way off, neither of them minding where it landed as she turned in his hold and brought her hands to his shoulders.
He had a moment to feel a modicum of disgruntlement when he was dislodged from her neck but was quickly appeased when she curled one of her hands into the hair at the nape of his neck, the other coming to caress his jaw.
He lifted his head enough to nudge her nose with his, catching her mouth in several open-mouthed pecks, staccato and sweet.
Her face now sported a full grin, and he felt the familiar pride in knowing he was the cause. One thing he knew, no other man ever made Ellen Ripley smile like this.
“Howdy, soldier,” she finally murmured. She made a small noise of complaint when he didn’t prolong their kisses, instead drawing back to peck her temple and inhale at her hairline.
She pushed his face away and almost immediately pulled him back in, throwing her arms around his neck to kiss him in a way that was almost needy in its urgency.
His brows rose even as his eyes drifted shut and he opened his mouth, allowing her access and bringing his tongue to twist with hers.
She bestowed him with a small, desperate moan, drawn from her throat and so lovely on his ears.
In truth, he got a little lost for a second, bringing his hand to cradle the back of her head as the other arm wrapped around her waist, fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt to caress the skin beneath.
He tickled his index finger down toward her hip bone, swiping his tongue through her mouth at the same time. She whimpered, and his stomach surged with heat as he gripped at her waist.
When she pulled away, chest heaving as she took in heavy sips of air, he initially started to follow her mouth with his before remembering that he had an objective.
Drawing back slightly, he gave a light tug to her curls, affectionately, with the hand still on her head. Then, he dragged his hands to her hips, gently guiding her to turn so her back was against his chest.
Once he had her turned around, he started at the top. He prided himself on being thorough, after all.
He kneaded her shoulders with strong thumbs, internally sighing at the tense knots he found there. One of these days he had to really pamper her, love her head to toe, work her body until all the tension had melted out of her. For an indefinite amount of time. They could maybe do it planetside, somewhere small and hidden, in a system that nobody cared about.
After massaging firmly enough to have Ripley’s head fall back on his shoulder, he moved his attention, and his gaze, to her front.
“Look,” he whispered hotly, breath fanning across her ear as he nudged her to look down as well.
She shivered, then complied. He was almost surprised by it, she didn’t always follow orders so quickly, in real life and in the sack.
Usually, there was a good amount of tussle, a back-and-forth of gaining the upper hand. It was pretty evenly matched between the two of them, and about a 50/50 shot that things would finish with him pounding into her as she lay on her back, gasping and digging her nails into his shoulder for dear life, or that they would end with her hands around his neck, not choking but keeping him in place, holding him under her as she rode him into oblivion.
The fun was in the challenge, after all.
They both gazed, half-lidded, at her chest as his hands came up over her shirt, framing one breast in each, testing their weight in his palms and squeezing only lightly.
Her hips canted backwards, and her chest arched forward as his thumbs came up, brushing her nipples through her thin tank top. He grunted at the contact to his rapidly hardening cock, pleasure zinging to his brain, the pressure so good even through his briefs and joggers.
Her nipples became fully erect immediately, heeding his touch almost before it happened.
Oh, she was wound up.
Bracing the weight of her along the full length of his body, he kept his arm wrapped around her, his hand slipping under her shirt and carefully rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger while the other slid downwards, caressing her stomach.
Her jumpsuit was unzipped to the waist, belted by the sleeves. He drew her top up until it bunched just below her breasts. Then he lightly swirled his fingers along her stomach, skimming along her belly button just to see her hips twitch.
She moaned again, a little breathy, and he could feel the smirk as it formed on his face.
He decided to take pity on her, if only marginally, brushing the jumpsuit sleeves aside as his hand dragged along her until he had her sex cupped in one hand. His other hand retreated from her breast and drew down to band across her waist.
She gasped and bucked her hips forward, the heel of his palm hooking above her pubic bone, and he pressed there as he placed two fingers just on either side of her clit, beginning to rub steadily around it.
He leaned forward to nuzzle behind her ear, to tease the edge of her earlobe between his teeth.
He fit his hips in behind hers as she began to find a rhythm with his fingers, moaning lowly on his exhale.
The sound she let out when he finally put direct pressure on her made him exhale sharply. He had the tips of his fingers crooked slightly, using the hard line of her jumpsuit zipper to ever so gently add to her pleasure.
She whimpered a second time, and he began kissing her jaw in response, tonguing where it curled beneath her ear.
She couldn’t seem to decide what to do with her hands as they flitted from her hair to his own, him watching hotly as she caressed her own stomach and then cupped her breasts in her palms.
A ragged moan tore out of his throat when her fingers tightened, squeezing her own breasts slightly and starting to play with her nipples.
He quickly cast a glance behind him to ensure that the captain’s chair was right there. Once confirmed, he let himself fall back, dragging her with him.
One of her hands went to the wrist occupied with her mound, the other clutching the armrest of the chair. She thrusted her hips fully into the air, shivering as her back curved into a sensuous bow.
He tickled her ribs gently with the hand around her waist before splaying it across her lower belly, pressing firmly to guide her hips into a grind again. He felt a sudden hunger roaring in him, nipping at her jaw and then pausing to suck on the side of her neck lightly.
The hand between her legs remained busy, drawing tight circles where she was hottest.
She had begun to release tiny sounds of pleasure and exertion, bumping her tight ass against his erection and then settling there, swiveling her hips with a purpose.
He groaned loudly through his teeth, clenching his jaw as he switched from sucking to biting her neck. He couldn’t help it, again; something about her made his gums ache and his teeth itch. He moved further down, fitting his jaw on her trapezius and clamping down, then scraping his teeth on the rounded edge of her shoulder.
Her head remained draped back over his shoulder as she twisted her face inwards and leaned her temple against him.
He removed his hand from between her thighs, though the sound of loss that left her mouth had his cock kicking where it was nestled between her cheeks, only serving to make her throw her hips back more, grind down on him harder.
“Holy shit,” he hissed.
One hand began to furiously undo the knot of her jumpsuit sleeves, dragging the item of clothing down her thighs while she lifted her hips in compliance.
He all but ripped the suit off her legs, and his arms hooked under her knees to spread her legs wide so that they draped on either side of his.
He began to tease his hands slowly along her flesh, raising goosebumps in his wake.
The pads of his fingers drew gentle circles on her stomach, her knee, before they drifted to the backs of her thighs.
He lightened his touch even more, only slightly ghosting over her hamstrings and where the curve of her ass transitioned into her thighs.
She bucked, hips twitching wildly under his hands.
“Hicks,” she groaned, prolonging the single syllable in her frustration.
“Dwayne,” came next, slightly shorter, sharper. He felt a grin immediately split his face.
“Come on, baby,” he crooned in her ear while she writhed in his lap. “If you want something, you’re gonna have to take it.”
He punctuated the statement by withdrawing his hands from between her legs, sliding them over her arms, gently drawing them back and placing her hands on the waistband of his own pants.
She twisted then, affixing him in place as the heat in her dark eyes flared liquid black. His cock immediately twitched, a Pavlovian response.
He gulped, and his gaze went to her mouth.
She turned around in his lap, straddling him with her long, lean legs, only clad in her simple cotton panties and rucked up tank top.
He surged forward, catching her mouth with his while she worked at his waistband, slipping her hand in to rub him over his boxers.
He moaned and panted into her mouth as she cupped and squeezed. It was his turn to cant his hips up, her other hand sliding beneath his shirt and running a nail lightly down his abs.
He bit her lip as he felt a drop of precum seep into the fabric of his boxers, cock ridiculously hard at this point.
He was still fully clothed and the contrast between their states of dress made him feel even more aroused, his head swimming.
He broke their kiss to gasp when she dug the tip of her finger into the slit of his dick, bucking into the pressure.
His head thunked back on the top of the chair and he gritted his teeth, mustering the strength to grab her wrist and draw her hand out of his pants.
She was flushed with excitement, a proud little smile painting her lips. He couldn’t help but smile back, tilting his mouth to slant across hers, pecking her over and over before capturing her lips fully in a deep kiss.
Once he pulled back, panting, he gave a quick smack to her ass that had her jumping slightly in surprise.
“Come on, honey,” he husked. “I’m dying to get my mouth on you.”
“Oh,” she breathed, all too happy to follow his lead when he had her get off his lap.
Grasping her by both hips, he spun them, sitting her down and then dropping heavily to his knees in front of her.
He paused to take her in, the peaks of her nipples pushing at cotton and a dark patch on the front of her panties where she had dampened them.
“Oh, baby, you get that wet for me? Is your pussy that eager for my mouth?” he asked, reveling in the gasp she released.
Her legs attempted to clamp shut, but he grabbed them before they could, fitting the width of his shoulders between them so that she had to stay spread for him.
“Dwayne, oh my god,” she threw her head back as she moaned.
He gave her stomach some perfunctory kisses, slipping an index finger beneath the string at the side of her panties, pulling and snapping it against her skin.
Her hips jumped once more, and he spread his hand along her stomach to hold her in place.
He tucked his nose into the crease of her thigh, mouth watering and eyes drifting shut as he took in her scent.
She whined in complaint, covering her face with her hands.
“God, you’re such a fucking perv,” she muttered. He only chuckled in response.
His tongue came out to lick at the thin skin there, unable to resist worrying it between his teeth a little. Her moan was high-pitched, hips straining up against the hand that held her down.
“Dwayne, please, fuck—please,” she gritted out, eyes screwed closed, and mouth dropped completely open.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he teased, finally reaching to draw her panties down her legs, leaving them hanging off one of her ankles when he spread her wide again to settle on his previous spot in front of her.
“Look at me, honey,” he whispered, ducking to leave a heavy peck on her clit, licking away any moisture that clung to his lips.
He watched her eyes open with much effort, pupils blown and gazing at him blearily where he knelt.
The grin her gave her was distinctly wolfish, hungry, and without breaking eye contact he dipped down to lick a long stripe from her perineum up, catching her clit with a flick of his tongue before sucking it harshly between his lips.
It was enough for her, tightly wound as she was.
“Fuck, fucking—” she groaned, something long and reedy, chest heaving upward, thrusting forward as she shook with pleasure. She spasmed in his hold, one of her legs kicking out as she pressed her hips into his face.
He gentled her down with a soft tongue, letting her ride out the orgasm as he kept a steady yet gentle pressure on her clit.
When she finally relaxed and the tension drained out of her body, his mouth was still on her. His eyes hadn’t left her face for a single moment, enraptured by her face in the throes of ecstasy.
She smiled happily at him, reaching to run her fingers along where she liked to touch him best, tracing the curve of the scar around his eye. She curled her hands in his hair, lightly gripping it.
He winked at her, delighting in the laughter she immediately shook with.
It quickly transitioned into a sigh of pleasure as he dipped his tongue to trace her entrance, thrusting the length of it inside and curling on the drawback.
It took no effort to slide his middle and ring finger inside her. Once he’d fitted them all the way in and the heel of his palm pressed above her clit, he took a moment to curl his fingers and firmly massage. At the same time, he added a small amount of pressure to her lower stomach with the hand holding her down.
She responded by arching her back and tilting her pussy further towards him. One of her legs came to drape languidly over his shoulder.
He slid the hand not inside her to her ass, gripping and lifting her even further.
He returned his mouth to her clit, gently nibbling around it before cradling it with his tongue and rapidly wiggling it back and forth. All the while, his fingers moved inside her, crooking forward to languidly slide against her g-spot again and again.
He grunted against her cunt when her grip on his hair became ruthless, tugging him in so she could start up a slow grind against his face.
He removed his hand from within her and drew back, chuckling at the noise she made in complaint. He made sure she was looking into his eyes as he brought his hand up and sucked his fingers into his mouth, collecting every last drop of her that lingered there.
His face must have communicated something like bliss, and the way her eyes darkened and her flush reached the tips of her ears told him she was extremely aroused by how satisfied her taste made him.
He grinned up at her lazily, slowly withdrawing his fingers from his mouth as her leg slipped off his shoulder.
Then he rose to connect their mouths, feeling her fist grip onto his shirt and twist tightly.
She abruptly pushed him away, rising to her feet and bringing him up with her.
With no further discussion, she lifted his shirt from the bottom and started pulling it over his head. He raised his arms up to comply almost automatically, still waiting for her next move.
“It’s your turn, Marine,” she said with a devilish smile, switching their positions and pushing on his shoulders until he sat in the chair.
She mirrored his earlier stance, dropping to her knees and bringing her hands to his legs.
In just her displaced tank top, panties flung to the side, she was a sight to behold.
As she gripped and massaged the muscles in his thighs, he could’ve sworn the glint in her eyes was almost predatory.
His teeth dug into his bottom lip, breath already turning ragged as her hands traveled a tortuous circuit along his thighs, stopping just short of where he so desperately needed her to touch.
He muttered a string of curses under his breath when she finally slid a finger under his waistband, running it back and forth.
“Ripley…” he sighed as she removed it almost immediately, but his voice trailed off, unsure what to ask for.
She slit a look up at him through her eyelashes before finally moving her hands and tugging at his pants. He lifted his hips to help her, attempting to calm down and slow his breathing.
He could feel a flush on his ears and creeping along his neck as they both watched his cock spring up to slap against his abdomen.
He was, of course, already leaking steadily, and he slung an arm across his face when she simply sat back to look at him.
Her gaze felt heavy, even when he couldn’t see her, burning lines being drawn all over his body.
“You have to look at me before I do anything, corporal. You know the rules,” she sounded so smug as she said it, and he obediently dropped his hands to the armrests, blinking down at her even as the blush on his face deepened.
She finally wrapped her fingers around his bare cock, and she bit her lip while her eyes flicked to him coyly.
He felt himself start to breathe even more heavily as she lowered her face to the base of his cock and traced a line up the underside with her lips.
A low hiss escaped through his teeth.
She paused with the head against her mouth, flicking her tongue along the tip.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head back and gritting his teeth.
He felt her breath as she chuckled. She pulled off to blow lightly on the head, and his nails dug so hard into the arms of the chair that he felt a small tear form in the upholstery.
He risked a glance down at her. Her face was mostly serious, although the slight curve to her mouth betrayed her enjoyment of tormenting him.
She continued to maintain eye contact as she took the head into her mouth and softly sucked.
“Jesus, fuck—” his hips bucked up of their own accord.
His cock jerked in her mouth, and he had to close his eyes again at the eyebrow she quirked at him in response. The visual was proving too overstimulating.
His hips rabbitted reflexively upwards when she pulled off, and the strength in her arms when she pushed him down made his gut clench as his cock blurted another drop of precum. He felt it as it trailed along his skin.
He was so hard that it hurt, and she cooed softly as she took him back in hand. She palmed his balls along the way, and he let out a noise that was more high-pitched than he would ever like to admit.
Her thumb began rubbing small, tight circles just underneath the head, laughing lowly at how his thighs twitched in response.
She had brought him off like this once before, only her thumb and a grip just shy of being satisfying.
The triumphant glow to her face after had almost made him want to go again. But it was still too soon for his recovering cock, so he settled for sitting her on his face until she couldn’t hold herself upright anymore.
By that point, he had been more than ready when she laid down on her stomach and bent a knee up, pleading and grabbing at him to fuck her one more time.
The memory made his abs clench, and he tried to get himself together. Unfortunately, that only brought him back to the present, with Ripley between his thighs and leaning forward to take him in her mouth once again. Or fortunately, maybe, depending on how you looked at it.
There was no teasing this time as she immediately hollowed her cheeks and sucked, bobbing her head halfway down and pulling up, then repeating.
One of her hands jerked him at the base, and she used the thumb of her other hand to press firmly just behind his balls.
His eyes rolled back, and he had to use monumental effort to keep his release at bay.
He really didn’t want this to be over before it had truly begun.
“Okay!” he yelped, guiding her off his cock and attempting to steady his own breathing. “Ma’am, I believe you’ve had enough time with your appetizer. It’s time to move on to the main course.”
She looked at him with mischievous eyes as he tugged on her slightly, but complied and rose to meet him in a standing position.
He looked at her, knowing the sudden tenderness he was feeling must have been spelled across his face because she scrunched her nose a bit, finding it difficult to meet his eyes.
She stayed mum, though, leaning into him and smoothing her hands over his forearms.
He chuckled lowly, bringing a hand to her neck and guiding her into a sensual kiss, less desperate and slower than she was expecting.
However, she should’ve known better, because in the next instant both the hand on her neck and the one on her waist dropped to caress her ass quickly before gripping under her thighs and picking her up off the ground.
She gulped as her legs found their familiar place framing his hips and tried not to acknowledge his knowing smirk as he walked to press her against the nearest wall.
She knew she wasn’t exactly tiny, a far cry from petite. She hadn’t experienced much manhandling with any of the people in her life, but Dwayne was so strong. There was something about it, about feeling his muscles flex and how effortlessly he seemed to be able to lift her that made her giddy, blushing like a schoolgirl.
She bit her lip, eyelashes fluttering as she took a deep breath and finally raised her gaze from his Adam’s apple to look into his eyes, crinkling at the edges with mirth.
His smile became a shit-eating grin as he watched her blush intensify due to his amusement, one of her hands smacking his shoulder none too lightly.
He groaned in feigned agony, dropping his head into the crook of her neck as he felt her shake with laughter.
Her laughter became a sigh as he pressed kisses to the side of her neck and jaw, and then it turned into a low moan when he fit his teeth around her collarbone and bit down.
He withdrew and laved over the small mark he had left, a satisfied noise rumbling from his chest.
He let go of her, hips keeping her in place, to draw her shirt up and over her head, grinning at how impatiently she helped him shirk it off before wrapping her arms around his back and tugging him in and until they were chest to chest.
Neither of them could hold back their groans at the skin contact, kissing messily as he smoothed his hands down the lines of her body.
He held her with one hand under her ass, reaching between them to grab himself. He couldn’t resist one quick stroke of his cock before guiding the tip to rest against her folds.
He slowly began to push in, gritting his teeth at her soft heat, how tightly she wrapped around him. She fit him like a glove.
He stalled about halfway in, wanting to stave himself off but telling himself it was to give her time to adjust. She seemingly didn’t need it, however, as she suddenly bucked her hips in one quick move until he was buried to the hilt inside of her.
The groan he let out was more of a wheeze, sounding pained. He dropped his head to her shoulder and breathed deeply for a moment as he felt her shiver.
“You good?” he asked into her skin, gripping both of her hips firmly and doing his best not to move.
“Yes, yes, god. We both know you weren’t stopping for me anyway,” she said quickly, sounding rather breathless.
He finally drew his head up to look her in the face and scoffed at the tiny grin he could see playing at her mouth even as her eyebrows scrunched in pleasure and her head tipped back.
“Is that so?” he asked evenly, digging his fingers into her ass and giving one short, sharp thrust.
She moaned again, loudly, moving to fist one of her hands into the hair at the back of his head and nodding furiously in response to his question.
Pulling him in to rest their foreheads together, she opened her eyes and stared directly into his.
“Fuck me with everything you’ve got, Marine. Do it now,” she ordered.
And really, who was he to disobey?
He began fucking into her hard and fast, settling into a rhythm immediately.
She was making these tiny hitching moans with each impact of his hips to hers. He felt pride swell in his chest to know that he was making her feel so good.
He was always the more vocal of the two of them in bed, a stream of filth pouring out of his mouth and wrapping around her. He knew she enjoyed it; she had admitted as much earlier on in their partnership during one of their first nights together.
“That dirty fucking mouth,” she would say now, shaking her head but smiling ever-so-slightly.
He couldn’t stop it, never even really tried. He used to get disciplined over his smart mouth when he was in the corps. Technically, he still did. The punishments were just more enjoyable nowadays.
Tonight wasn’t one of those nights where he would get in trouble for blabbing off, though. Tonight, he could voice all his thoughts aloud.
“Hm, you like that, yeah? Taking my cock, rough and hard just like you asked. Fuck, baby, it’s like you were made for me, the way you feel when I slip inside. I never want to leave, could never pull myself away,” he spoke between breaths, blurting out whatever was running through his mind.
She gripped him tighter with her thighs, digging her fingers into his shoulders as her arms were wrapped around his neck.
“Don’t stop, don't ever stop,” she gasped out.
“Never, I could never,” he mumbled back, claiming her mouth with his.
He could feel his hold on her starting to becoming slick with their combined sweat and hitched her up slightly with his hands under her ass.
His hips transitioned to a dirty grind, pulling out to the tip to push back in a little more slowly, prolonging his thrusts.
She cried out, tossing her head back as her nails bit into his skin.
He held their bodies as close together as possible, feeling their stomachs press against each other on each slide in.
She clutched him even tighter now, doing her best to meet his thrusts, unable to stop herself from chasing the pleasure she could feel quickly approaching.
A few more thrusts and she was coming, dragging her nails down his back and clenching down on him repeatedly. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
He stilled, completely inside her, when he felt her start to come. He had already been close, and her walls spasming around his cock tipped him right over.
They rode out their orgasms together, his hips grinding into her but never pulling away.
Spent, he leaned against the wall, knees locked to keep himself upright and elbows locked to keep her against him. He let himself catch his breath for a few moments, listening to Ripley’s ragged breathing in his ear.
When her arms and legs loosened slightly, seemingly preparing to drop back to the ground, he whined quietly and gripped her ass tighter, not willing to let her go even as his softening cock slipped out of her.
He pushed off the wall, stumbling back over to the chair.
He collapsed onto it and settled her in his lap.
One of his hands came to the space between her shoulder blades, pushing her until their chests were touching again. Sighing contentedly, he nuzzled into her neck and began dropping random kisses on her skin.
“Ellen,” he said quietly, just wanting to say her name, feeling a tightening in his chest and a lump in his throat.
She chuckled softly, lifting his face up despite his grumbling.
Her hands threaded into his hair, gently scratching and massaging his scalp.
He felt his eyes close in bliss, knowing that if he had a tail at that moment, it would’ve been wagging uncontrollably.
One of her hands retracted from his hair and he felt the tip of her finger tracing over his face, smoothing between his brows and down his nose to rest on the corner of his mouth.
She leaned in to kiss him, just wanting to share space, breathe the same air for a little while longer.
They both knew there was shit to do, a never-ending list of tasks that continually had to be accomplished.
Hell, even before all that they still had to clean themselves off. And probably also the chair. And maybe even the wall.
But before that, before any of that, they relished in their quiet intimacy, trading soft kisses and caressing each other’s skin.
Eventually, he felt her lean back a little. She cupped his jaw in her hands.
He opened his eyes to look at her. Her gaze was infinitely tender, a small smile lighting up her face.
An understanding passed between them, unspoken, as it often was:
‘I will fight tooth and nail to never let you go.’