A successful mission was never a success unless it felt like one. Two ships were sunk today, the fourteenth and fifteenth since the last time Terrentius saw port. Much to the admiration of the captain, from the fifteenth downed ships, ten had been taken out by AFUs alone. The pilots gathered around in their mess, lit some cigarettes, brought a couple of bottles, turned up some music, and started drowning themselves.
Killing one man was never easy, let alone killing whole ships of them. The pressure was intense for some, and the weight was heavy. For Ryck Norican, however, it was always a 'better him than me' mentality. In war there were only two ways a man could fare: to kill or to be killed. He simply wanted to survive, to forget, and to find peace once again. He took one of the bottles of whiskey and ripped open the seal. Then he twisted the cap, and went bottoms up.
"Fuck." He said, next to Jensen. "Haven't had alcohol in my mouth for fuckin' weeks."
"Grab a couple. It’s on the house."
"Will do, boss." He said.
"You know that signaller on the bridge? What's-her-name...? Christaller?"
"It's Merryn, I think. Merryn Christaller. Thought she was the skipper's property, sir."
"Well I'll be damned."
"But," he said, lifting his bottle, and nodding to the doorway. Sophie was there, smoking. The dance music was loud, and he had to raise his voice so Jensen could hear him. "It's always worth the shot. Pussy is a bit scarce around here."
"Of course it is."
He drunk down the whiskey once again, and lifted his back from the wall. He took a cigarette, and saw that there were only five left in the pack. "Just like luckies. Jesus."
As he lit his cigarette, Jensen caught Sophie - slim but perfectly toned figure, icy blue eyes and all that - looking at Ryck. Jensen teased him with a shoulder. "Looks like you're up."
Ryck grinned, puffing smoke from his mouth. He noticed her. She bit her lips and, in an inviting look, turned around and exited the pilots' mess, as if asking Ryck to come with her. He finished off his cigarette. "Time to get some, eh, boss? Shit goes down just ring me." He said, then walked away, to the door, not forgetting to take extra bottles of Whiskey from the bar. "I'll be in my room."
"Not alone, hopefully."
Ryck stopped, turned with a grin on his face and bottles in both hands. "Oh, I'll be alone."
He headed outside. Sophie was waiting. Her hair, a perfect shade of dark, blackish brown, was let loose, falling not far below her shoulders. Her body was leaned against the wall. And against regulations, she was smoking outside the designated smoking areas. But who cared anyway?
"Waiting for someone?" Ryck asked teasingly.
“Yup." She exhaled the smoke, and puffed it right up to the ceiling. She looked at the sergeant. “That was a good-fucking-kill."
Ryck went closer, going in front of Sophie. Now he was close enough to smell her breath, which rather reeked of alcohol, her bodily scent a mix of perfume and tobacco. Sophie could say the same about Ryck too, who still had a bottle of whiskey in one hand. He held a pack of two other bottles, in which Sophie took out of his hands, teasingly. Ryck struck his hazel eyes on her blue, and looked at her intensely. "A good fucking kill, yeah?"
"Yeah, Technical Sergeant Norican. And you know what that means," she said. She opened the bottle and took a sip.
Ryck's free hand began to crawl about her hips. Their bodies pressed against each other.
"It means I deserve a good fuck." He said. To his surprise, Sophie pushed herself against him. He had no reason not to do the same. In a flurry of lust, the two kissed with a burning passion, as if the world didn't matter anymore.
Ryck took a chug of his whiskey, drinking it until the last drop. He put the bottle on the floor. He pushed Sophie against the wall and started going down her neck. She moaned as he started to trail down her shoulders, unzipping her jumpsuit in the process.
"You son of a bitch," she said, in satisfaction. He went back up, engaging her eyes once more.
"What about my room, huh?"
"Per usual."
"Heh. Fuck off." He said. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the ground. Surprised at first, she laughed all the way to Norican's room, which was just at the end of the hallway. Opening his room with a simple card key, he turned on the lights and set Sophie down on his bed. He hurriedly slid off his jumpsuit. Sophie did the same.
Undressed now, Ryck headed straight in, going on top of Sophie, who put him between her legs and pushed herself to him, teasing both his and her members. Full of rage and impetus and momentum the two almost ripped each other's clothes off.
He took off his skivvys, and after a couple more minutes of teasing, she did too. He slid his member in. First it was soft and slow. Then it turned fast, and hard. She swore. She moaned his name. She swore again.
"Jesus Christ,"
It kept on until later. Passing crew members and spacers had always wondered where the moans in the hallway of Level 3A came from that day. At that point, however, they were already too afraid to ask.
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