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“You look beautiful, mommy,” Connor sighed from her bed.

Standing in front of the full length mirror, Cross frowned at her formal black leather uniform. The only make-up she had on was her black eye shadows. Cross really wasn't one to fix her hair, but for tonight she had her hair wavy. In fact, if Cross didn't know better, she looked kind of hot. With her katana strapped to her waist and her twin Bersa on her back hostler, Cross didn't think she was that armed hopefully.

“I wish I can go,” her son muttered, his black inky dreadlocks hiding his face.

Hearing her son's words, Cross walked towards the bed and sat down beside him. “C'mon, little man, even if you can, it won't be allowed.”

He growled. “Is it because I'm an alien?”

“No, because you're still just a kid,” she grinned and brush a kiss over his crown. “I'll come back as soon as possible, okay?”

Connor's reply was a mere grunt, but his longing eyes followed his mom until she closed the door behind her. He frowned when he heard the beep and knew she locked the door and inserted a code that only she knows. Of course that still didn't stop Connor from finding a way out through the air-vent in the bathroom, beside what his mom don’t know won't hurt her, right?

==

The ballroom was rarely used unless there was a celebration and tonight's celebration was her Lieutenant's return since he's been gone for eight months. By the time Cross made it to the ballroom, it was already beginning to fill up with guests. At the sound of orchestra music the laughter and conversation all around, Cross should be smiling and oddly, she wasn't. Her only wished at the moment was that her son was here with her to enjoy this festivity.

Shaking her head clear, Cross made her way down the steps and her men saluted her smartly as she passed them. The civilians, on the other hand, nodded towards her direction as she calmly strolled through the room.

“Would you like something to drink, Captain?”

Cross turned and smiles at the petite red hair waitress and took the wine glass she offered. “Thank you, Cassandra,” she saluted the pretty waitress with the wineglass before taking a sip.

The bold waitress moved closer with a saucy smile over her red plump lips. “Anytime, Captain,” she purred seductive before swaying away.

Cross's eyes couldn't help but follow.

“How do you do that?” an astonished male voice said from behind. “I don't get how woman throw themselves at you and you don't take it.”

“Lieutenant,” Cross greeted her second in command who wore a lop-sided grin, “How are you enjoying your party?” needing to change the subject.

Lieutenant Constantine saluted his Captain before answering. “It’s a fine evening, Captain, but boring.” He chuckled huskily.

Cross drank in his sight secretly and loved how he looked in his black leather uniform. His dirty blond hair tonight was gelled back and his handsome face cleaned shaven. Unconsciously, Cross moved closer and caught a swift of his cologne and hummed her pleasure.

“Something caught your sight, Captain?” he teased, his eyes staring down at her with a knowing glint.

She hid a smile before looking across the dining room. “I don't know if it’s worth it to be honest,” she chuckled.

Unfortunately for Cross, Constantine caught her meaning and moved closer. They made small conversation, but every now and then Constantine would 'accidentally' brushed up against her and Cross couldn't help but shivered at the delicious sensation. How long has it been since she's been with a man? Not since Connor came in the picture that's for sure, it was the longest she’s ever gone without having a man! To be honest, the last man she's had was her Lieutenant. The man can definitely please a woman for many hours without tiring, just the way she loved it. He can be either rough or gentle, but luckily for her, Constantine always seems to know she loved it rough. His idea of foreplay was getting straight to the point.

Cross bit back a curse when she felt a familiar wetness tickling down her leg.

Cross gasped when she felt his warm breath in her hair, before he whispered. “We should go. I can smell you from here.”

Her lower region tightened in a painful need when she felt his warm tongue slid behind her ear before he withdrew completely away from her.

“You can't leave your own party, Lieutenant,” Cross reminded him painfully. “Go see to your guests, I'll be fine.”

Constantine growled low in his throat at her stubbornness. “You can't be serious, how long has it been since you've been with a man, huh?”

Cross blushed, but refused to answer him. Constantine, however, noticed her blush and thought her absolutely beautiful, especially when she glared at him with those glowing purple eyes that burned with unfulfilled desire. He knew then the wait will be worth it, he just wish his damn aching cock can understand the word wait!

“Captain! Lieutenant!”

Cross gave a sigh of relief when she sees a trio of her men coming towards her. Lucian, Percy and Jason saluted her and Constantine before she orders them to be at eased. Jason was the oldest of the three men, his black hair was starting to have a mix of gray in there, Cross knew Jason was Irish decent, though the only time she heard his accent was when he was drunk, which was rare.

Lucian was the second oldest, he was big, as in six foot three, strong, as in three hundred something pound of pure muscles and silent with his long brown hair and light brown eyes, Cross sometime wonder what goes through his head when he was around them. Whenever Cross spoke to Lucian, his words always came out rough or raspy, as if he rarely use words.

And then there was Percy, always eager to please, always eager to go on missions. He reminded Cross of herself when she was his age. It was rare for someone as young as Percy to become squad leader within his second year, but the kid proved himself over and over again in every mission they've been on. In fact, Cross had considered taking Percy as her Lieutenant in the beginning, but unfortunately during the competition, Constantine had won by beating the kid into a bloody mess. But Percy only earned more of her respect when he struggled to his feet and walked on his own to the medic lab. Too bad her father decided to take Constantine as the winning, if it had been Cross's decision she would have taken Percy.

“You look distracted, Captain, what's on your mind?” Percy voice penetrated her thoughts.

Shaking her thoughts clear, she turns and smiles at the four men in her company. “I’m just thinking about what to do when the General arrives.”

All sucked in a sharp breath at the mention of Cross's father. They knew the man's reputation well.

“Good evening, Captain.”

Cross tilted her head to the side at the familiar soft and seductive feminine voice behind her. Turning around, the Captain sucked in a sharp breath at the beautiful woman standing shyly before her. Kelly was always beautiful to Cross, but tonight, the shy little nurse was absolutely stunning! Dressed in a skin tight white strapless dress with her curly honey blond hair loose, Kelly nearly had everyone’s mouth hanging open at the sight of her. Even her make-up was done perfectly.

Smiling, Cross gave her friend a respectful bow. “Evening, Miss Rose, you’re looking lovely tonight.”

Kelly blushed at the compliment. “Thank you. I was wondering…um,” the little nurse fidgets with her fingers. Her heart was beating wildly against her ribcages at the thought of asking the Captain for a dance.

“What is it, Kelly?”

At the sound of her name Kelly’s blush deepened. Looking up into the Captain’s glowing purple eyes, she took in a deep breath and gathers her courage.

“I was wondering if you would like to…”

“Kelly! Would you like to dance?” Percy jumped in front of the nurse, startling her.

Kelly’s words stuck in her throat at his sudden question. Looking behind the eager squad leader, she spied her Captain giving her an encouraging smile. Disappointment hit her like a ton of bricks, it was obvious Cross only thought of her as a friend.

Oh, Akira, you fool. Kelly held back her tears and turned her attention to the handsome squad leader with a bright smile. “I would love to dance with you, Percy!”

Unknown to Kelly, Cross did see the flash of disappointment behind her emerald eyes. Watching her friend dance with the others, Cross bit back a sigh at Kelly’s fake smile and laugh. There can never be anything between them. Cross made sure of it when she first noticed Kelly’s interest. Kelly’s was her only close friend and making it a relationship would ruin what they have. It would be a lie if she said she didn’t desire the beautiful nurse. But their friendship was more important to her than anything else. Cross still felt guilty for flirting with her the first night she brought Connor home.

Cross checked her watch and sighed. She's only been here for twenty minutes and already she was starting to feel restless. She did her best to make idled talk with both military personnel and civilians. Although she kept her talking at a minimum, she can already feel herself become impatient. The little glances Constantine shot at her always seem to send a jolt of pleasure in her lower area.

Three hours into the party and Cross finally decided she had enough. She gave a little signal to her Lieutenant before leaving the ballroom undetected. Constantine wasn't so lucky to leave undetected, every time he moved people swarm him with welcomes. He accepted each and every one before excusing himself for urgent business.

From across the ballroom, Kelly watch Constantine disappeared through the door and felt her heart dropped. She’s known the two been lovers for a while, Kelly just wish can she accept it and move on! It was easier said than done. No matter what, Kelly was in love with her Captain and already accepted the fact that they will never be together. But what didn’t mean she can have Akira in her dreams.

Rushing out the ballroom door, Constantine gave a loud sigh of relief when he noticed the corridors were empty, except for the sound of boots fading deeper into the corridor. With a growl, Constantine gave chase. He soon realized the faster he ran, the further away the sound of boots were. He knew she was running from him. The thought only excited him further. The thought of chasing down his woman to mate only seem to pump more blood into his cock. His heart thundering wildly in his chest, he soon realized she was leading him into the direction of his own quarter. Only at this, did he pause in his chase. Normally his Captain preferred her own quarter whenever they had sex. Tonight was going to be different, he thought hungrily, tonight he was going to fuck her senseless in his own quarter. He hissed in pain at how tight his pants was becoming, just thinking about taking Cross was making him grow stiffer and stiffer.

Forcing his thoughts always from his cock, Constantine calmly made his way towards his quarter and beeped the sliding door open. The first thing he noticed was the bit of clothes in the middle of his living room. Stepping inside, he made sure to lock the door before he stripped himself of his jacket. His military eyes followed the trail of clothing until it lead to his bedroom, his hazel eyes shot towards his bed and felt the breath knocked out of him.

His Captain stood at the foot of his bed in only a black push up bra and black lacy panties to go with it. True parts of her body were covered in scars, but it only made him want her more. Cross definitely had a warrior's woman body and Constantine wanted to sample every inch of her, he can already feel his mouth watering at the thought. Calmly though, he begin unbuttoning his black silk shirt, his eyes never leaving hers.

Cross didn't know how much longer she was able to stand the wait. The bastard was taking his sweet time undressing not that she mind. She loved watching his muscles move to unclothed himself. But this was killing her! Already she can feel herself dripping; the painful ache was starting to make her legs tremble. Cross always prided herself for her patience, but she can already feel her self-control slip away.

“How much longer are you planning to undress?” she snapped.

A slow, seductive grin spread across his lips, it only made her wet. It was obvious he was enjoying her torture. Well, two can play that game, she thought wickedly. Sitting herself comfortably on his bed, Cross leaned back with one elbow to support her weight; she made sure to spread her legs wide while doing this. From across the room the once slow study breathing of a man was suddenly becoming more rapid. Cross hid her own smile while she watch her hand slide down the valley of her breasts and lower. Stealing glances at him from beneath her thick lashes, Cross slender fingers played with the edge of her lacy pantie before she made a move to slid them off.

“Leave them on,” growled the sexually aroused man.

This time Cross flashed him a luscious smile and decided to slide her hand inside her panties and moan at the first touch of her finger tips on her swollen clit. She heard the whimper, but decided to ignore, after all, it was only right for her to torture him this time.

“Careful there, Captain,” he addressed her through grit teethes.

Cross look up to see he was half way naked, all he had to do now was take off those damn annoying pants! The sight of his muscular scarred chest made her nipples tightened painfully. Smooth and hairless, it was the one thing she loved about his body, well that and his cock. With a flick of his wrist, his pant came undone. Cross gasped in pleasure, he didn't have on any shorts. Long, thick and prefect, Cross squirmed uncomfortably in bed, already her body was demanding to be filled.

“Get your ass over here,” she ordered huskily.

“As you command, Captain,” he chuckled and lifted his foot, too late he realize his pants was still pooled around his ankles!

Cross quickly covers her mouth to hold back her laughter when she sees her Lieutenant fall face first on the carpet floor. He quickly shot back up with a curse and reach down to yank off the pants his ankles.

“You didn't see that happen,” he growled, although he was scowling, Cross knew he was holding back his laughter as well.

She shrugged a tanned shoulder. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Groaning, Constantine quickly made his way towards the bed and roughly yanks the beauty into his arms. The time to talk was over when he slammed his lips onto hers. Cross moan when he shoved his tongue into her mouth, at the same time his teethes begin nibbling on her lower lip. Constantine made a move to shove his tongue back into her mouth when he felt a sharp pain raking down his chest. Hissing he pulled back and stare down at the delicate nails marking his chest. Humming his pleasure, he lowered his head and ran his tongue over a scar on her shoulder. Cross body tingled with pleasure when his teethes nibbling on her scarred skin. Whimpering with need, Cross desperately pressed her aching body against his. Just the feel of his hard cock pressed up against her stomach was enough to send little spasms down her loin.

With a husky laugh, Constantine roughly grabbed her ass and lifted high in his arms before dropping her on the bed none too gently. Cross cried out in excitement when he covered her body with his, his hand was already reaching down to position the head of his cock at the entrance of her wet dripping lips. Looking down the length of their body, he inhale and groan at her scent mixing with his. Constantine move the crotch of her pantie aside when he rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance. Whispering her name, he wrapped his free hand into the silkiness of her hair before ramming his cock into the hot tightness of her body. Cross cried out at the force of his entrance, both in pleasure and pain. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she wraps her arms around his neck and held on to him as he took her on a rough ride. Cross didn't know whether to cry out in joy or snap at him to slow down, but it’s been too long and she needed this, probably more than he did. At each force thrust of his cock sent waves of pleasure after pleasure through her body. Sobbing his name, Cross sank her teethes into his shoulder to stop her screaming.

Constantine grunted at her bite, but not in pain. He loved it when she used her teethes on him, it only added more to his pleasure. The tightness of her body squeezed his cock, almost making him spill his seed before he can regain his control. Staring into her eyes, he saw the challenged there and growled, he knew then she was trying to make him come before her. A challenged to see who can make the other come first, Constantine groans with delight. There was only one rule, no one can touch the other during the intercourse, the only thing to be moving was his hip forcing his way into her tight body. Removing her arms from his neck, Cross laid back down with a gasp of delight, her body arched up to receive more of his brutal thrusts. The two staring each other in the eye, seeing who will lose control first, the game only added more pleasure to both party.

After twenty-five minutes into their game, Cross can already feel her body slowly lose control. Her body was demanding her release, but her mind was focused on winning the challenged. Cross couldn't hold back her whimpers when Constantine planted his hands at each side of her head and leaned forward, now Cross had a new problem, with this angle his hard cock was now rubbing more forcefully against her aching clit and at the rumbling chuckle spilling from his lips he knew. With a few more hard thrusts, Cross threw back her head and cried out when her release came hard. The thing Cross loved about her body was she can have multiple orgasms in one and Constantine knew this well. His job wasn't finish until she lay still beneath him. Right now, her body was still squirming and grinding against his as her release continues for another minute and another until finally she sobbed his name and collapse beneath him, panting hard with a huge smile on her beautiful face. With a hoarse cry, he shoved himself deep into her shivering body before releasing his seed deep in her womb. Groaning happily from his powerful orgasm, he finally allowed his body collapse on top of Cross.

Both bodies were covered in sweat, but none seem to care. Sighing happily, Cross wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled him to his side. He grunted at the change of the position but didn't protest any further. He watched through hooded eyes as Cross sat up and pressed her back against the post of the bed frame. He noticed, much to his satisfaction, that her lower body was still trembling and noted with pride his seed tickling down her thighs. Although he knew Cross couldn't get pregnant, he remembered her telling him after their first night together that she had a clip implant in her thigh to prevent any pregnancy.

Unless he decides removed it...

“I gotta get going,” she muttered, staring at the watch on her wrist and felt her stomach knotted in dread. It was already three in the morning and she had promised Connor she would come home early.

Damn, she knew her son was going to give her the cold shoulder when she makes it back.

With a grunt, Constantine stretched out his body and sighed. “Stay the night, it’s already late.” He yawned. "Beside, we need to talk..."

Cross shook her head, doing her best not to stare at his delicious body. “I can't, there's something I need to do.”

A nagging voice in the back of her head was warning her of something, but the thought of her son blocked it.

Cross made a move to leave the bed when suddenly Constantine's hand shot out and shackle her wrist. “Stay the night,” he ordered, there's no way in hell he was going to beg her to stay, even though he wanted to. "The night I left, I asked you a question..."

With a curse, she yanked her wrist free of his possessive grasp. Ignoring him, she retrieved her clothed and begins pulling them on, his words barely making its way through her head.

“Why can't you reconsider? It’s just one night,” he said, although he seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside he was panicking. He didn't know why he wanted her to sleep in his quarter, but the urged was there and he didn't know how to control it.

I have to go home to my son! She nearly snapped, but wisely kept her mouth shut. Zipping up her jacket, Cross fixed her hair before glancing over at a stony Constantine.

“Perhaps next time, I'll answer whatever questions you have later,” she said before leaving his quarter.

Cursing his frustration, Constantine quickly pulled on his clothing before rushing out his apartment. He was going to get his answer by any means necessary!

==

Cross was speed walking down the emptied corridor towards her apartment in haste. Only when she felt a familiar presence lurking somewhere did she halted in mid-step. Anger quickly replaced panic that she welcomed gladly, with a growl she glared up at the air-vent above her.

“Connor,” she hissed his name, “Get your ass down here, now!”

Cross tilt her head at the sound of movements before a small white figure jumped down from the vent, only to land quietly on his feet. At the sight of her son, Cross felt her anger rising, but quickly dissolved when her son turn around to face her and flare his mandibles at her in his own anger. His red eyes glared at her in what she can identify as a look of betrayal.

Cross made a move toward her son who made a low hissing noise at her approach. She stopped dead in her track at the warning her son was issuing.

“What is the meaning of this, Connor,” her eyes darting their surroundings, making sure they were alone.

Cross look at her son closely and realized he was shaking in anger, his fists clenching and un-clenching at his sides.

“Connor...”

“How could you!?” he roared.

Cross flinched at the echo of his roar, but she didn't flinch in fear, she flinched at the thought of anyone hearing the Yautja's roar.

“Connor,” she hissed at him in warning, “Keep your damn voice down.”

He snarled, his crab-like mandibles twitching with anger.

“Let's go back home and we will discuss this.”

“NO!”

Cross cursed at the echo bouncing off the walls, someone was bond to hear that! Ignoring her son's anger, Cross approached him and yanked him by the back of his dreadlocks. He growled curses and dug his talons into her arm. Cross hissed at the sharp pain but continued to pull him towards their apartment. By the time they made it to the sliding door, Cross's arm was dripping in blood at the wounds her son inflicted on her. Sliding the card key in, the door opened and without hesitation Cross forced her protesting son into the room, in doing so, she locked the door behind her.

Ignoring his growls, Cross pressed her hand to the four deep crescent wounds on her arms and curse; she was going to need stitches. Connor was still cursing at her while she was going through her bathroom to bring out the medic-kit.

“You're horrible!”

Cross flinched at his words, but continued to wrap the white bandaged around her blood soaked arms.

“How could you do this to me!?” he roared, his fists banging dents in the wall.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she snapped, after she was done wrapping her wounds.

“How could you fuck him!?” he cried, the dented wall was starting to glow a bright neon green.

Cross realized then her son was beating at the wall until his fists were bleeding. Shouting at him to stop, Cross made a move to stop him when suddenly he swipe his claws back, and catching her across her stomach. She bit back a curse at her torn shirt and new wounds. Cross quickly pressed her hand against the wounds but already she can feel the warm tickling of blood from between her fingers.

“You whore! You fucking fucker!” he growled angrily.

Her patience snapped, without thinking she back-handed her son across the face, he fell down hard on the carpet floor. Cupping his injured mandible, Connor turn to his mother with wide eyes and whimpered. Cross gasped in horror, dropping to her knees, she reach out for her son, who quickly move out of her reach. Her hand instantly drops to her side.

“Connor...”

“How could you?” he whimpered, his eyes filling with pain.

Cross looked away; looking at those emotions in his eyes was more painful than her wounds. “I'm a woman, Connor, I have needs...”

“I won't let you replace me!”

Cross's purple eyes widened in shock. What the hell was he talking about?

“You're the only one who loves me, I won't let that fucker take you away!” he yelled, his mandibles flaring in anger. “You're going to get pregnant and have a normal family of your own! You're going to throw me away just like the other one!”

At his words, Cross's heart broke. Was that what he really thought? Did he really think she would abandon him like his real mother? Her poor son must be going through so much pain right now and knowing that she was the one to cause it only deepened her pain.

“Baby, I will never abandon you,” she whispered, “Why can't you see I love you?”

He roared. “I saw you two together, you let him seed you! You're going to have his baby and leave me!”

Cross gasped in horror, she didn't actually think her son saw her and Constantine together, but knowing he was watching them the whole time made her fall into a tunnel of shame.

“You...you watched me?”

Connor turned away, ashamed of himself. “I...I didn't mean to, but...” he growled in frustration and slammed his bloody fist on the carpet. “You shouldn't have fucked him in the first place! He wanted you to have his baby!”

“Dammit, Connor, listen!” she screamed, suddenly feeling weary and tired. “I can't get pregnant; I have a device implant in me to prevent any seed from taking root.”

At this unexpected news, Connor flinched. His mother couldn't get pregnant because of a device implanted in her? Knowing this he felt a swell of happiness in him, but it was quickly short lived, because that male will still want her despite the device, he wanted her to himself; he wanted to take his mother away from him! No, Connor wouldn't allow this; he will not let anyone take away the only person who loves him!

Erecting himself to his full five foot, Connor scowled at his mother. “I forbid you from ever seeing that male again,” he hissed. “I can still smell him on you,” he said in disgust.

Frowning, Cross stood and with her hand still pressing against her stomach wound. “Did...you just forbid me, Connor? Are you, the child, telling the mother what to do?”

“Yes,” he hissed without hesitation.

“Stubborn kid,” she muttered with a chuckle.

“I wonder who I got it from?” he grumbled, his worried eyes kept darting to her wounds. Guilt and remorse shot through him like fireworks. Whimpering low in his throat, he cautiously moves towards his mother.

Noticing her son's cautious movements, her heart broke. Cross realized then her son probably thought she would try and hurt him again. Her hand still strung from where she struck him. With a sigh, she held out her free hand. Connor was suddenly at her side, his crown forehead rubbing under her chin in a gusher she was familiar with when he was distress or sad. Connor was making a high pitched whimper, since he couldn't produce tears; this was his way of crying. Wrapping her uninjured arm around him, she pressed a soft kiss on his crown-like forehead.

“I'm so sorry, mommy,” he trilled softly, his red eyes staring guiltily at her injuries. Connor quickly suppressed a growl at the scent of the other male on his mother. Never have Connor been so angry, it was like lava of angered just burst out of him from the blue. He never knew he had that type of hatred in him! But knowing he hurt his own mother out of his own selfishness shamed him to a level beyond repair. He will never forgive himself for this as long as he lived.

“It’s okay, little man, this can easily be taken care of,” she whispered, “you're a kid, you deserve to make mistake, but you have to promise me you will learn from them, okay?”

She felt his nod against her chest. “C'mon, I gotta call Aunt Kelly to stitch me up.”

After calling for Kelly's assistance, Cross was able to get a temporally bandaged over the wounds on her stomach. Connor followed her everywhere she walked. Suddenly a beep alerted her of a visitor at the door.

She frowned.

Kelly lived on the other side of the Colony with the civilians; normally it would take her half an hour to get to military quarters. Ordering her son to stay in the bedroom, Cross closed the door behind her before strolling through the small living room to answer the door.

Cross jerked back in surprised at her late night visitor and was thankful she changed her bloodied shirt and was now wearing a black long sleeves button up.

“We aren't done talking,” Constantine growled.

Cross knew by the look on his face he was ready for a fight. Not a physical fight, but an entirely different one.

At the moment, Cross preferred a physical one.

“It’s late, Lieutenant,” she told him in a firm tone, reminding him that she was his Captain as well.

“Just let me say what I need to and I'll let you have your sleep.”

From the corner of her eye, Cross eyed her closed bedroom door before returning her attention to the stubborn soldier in her living room. She didn't want to risk her son going into another fit of rage, but hopefully what Constantine had in mind was short. She stepped aside to let him in before closing the door behind her.

“Let's make this quick, shall we?”

Constantine's left eye twitched at the coldness in her voice. He always did hated when she treated him like this.

“You haven't seen me in eight months, I understand we don't have any relationship other than sex and I'm not complaining.” Constantine admitted. “But I don't appreciate you treating me like a...like a...slut.”

Cross couldn't stop herself if she wanted to, she burst out laughing. The red flush over Constantine's handsome face just made her laughed ever harder.

“This is a serious matter, Akira!”

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” it was hard getting the words out between laughter, but she managed somehow. “I apologized, Lieutenant, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Constantine growled low in his throat, but if Cross had stopped laughing at that exact moment, he would have heard a deeper growl coming from the bedroom.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Cross finally was able to keep her laughter under control.

“Hope you got all the chuckles out,” he hissed. “I know I sound ridiculous, but having you walk out on me...”

“Hurts your pride,” she interrupted him, “But I already told you I had something to do...”

He scoffed. “That's a load of bull!”

“And how would you know?”

“I just do,” he snapped.

“Lieutenant, just tell me why you're here!”

“After all these years I thought you already knew...” he muttered, his hazels staring coolly at her. “I remember asking you a question eight months ago before I left.”

At his words, Cross felt her heart stop in her chest. When Connor it came everything else seemed nonexistence. She remembers having to take care of her son and continue her training with her men and keeping her son's existence a secret as well. Even when Constantine returned she's forgotten his question.

Staring into his hazel eyes...she remembers now...

“I'm sorry, I forgot,” and she truly meant those words.

Cross looked away when she caught a look of hurt and anger in those hazels eyes.

“You forgot that I asked you to marry me?” he asked in a dry bitter tone. “I knew you're a hard woman, Akira, but I never thought you were heartless.”

“Constantine, I’ve been extremely busy these past couple of months,” Cross explained in haste, avoiding his penetrating eyes. “It wasn’t like I forgot your question…”

“And yet you did,” he pointed out angrily. “You could have easily said no when I asked the first night.”

Cross grimaced, she could have said no on their last night. But when Constantine proposed to her, he had left her speechless. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for him, the only intimacy they had was sex! He never once declared being in love with her! It was just raw, powerful, needful sex that two comrades happened to help each other with. Beside, Cross didn’t want to get tied down to one man; she was enjoying the single life, even if she did have a Yautja son living under her roof in secrecy.

“You’re right and I apologize for that,” she admitted truthfully.

“I don’t want your apology, I want a straight answer!”

“The answer is no,” she told him straight forward, better to get it over with. “And I am sorry…”

Cross didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence, especially since Constantine yanked her into his arms and slammed his lips against hers. Cross knew she should be angry, but already she can feel herself melting into his possessive kiss, her body pressing against his aggressively.

With a chuckle, Constantine made a move to unbutton her shirt when suddenly he was knocked down by an unknown force! From a distance he heard Cross give a cry of protest when the known figure pounced on his chest with something deadly sharp being pressed against his throat. Grunting, Constantine’s hazel eyes widened in shock at the grouching creature sitting on top of his chest, its crab-like mandibles were spread out in a growl.

Yautja…

But this Yautja was unlike the others he’s seen before. No, this one’s scales were white and its stripe patterns were brown and its eyes were red, but other than that the creatures were the same. Constantine made a move and quickly back down when he felt the creature’s talon pressing harder against his exposed throat.

“Connor, get off him!” Cross move cautiously towards her son.

Her son hissed at her

“Connor, listen to me…”

“NO!” he growled, not taking his glowing red eyes off the male. “I’m going to kill this asshole where he lay!”

Constantine didn’t know what shocked him more, Cross knowing this creature or the creature speaking prefect English. Judging from the creature size, Constantine judged him to be a child. He frowned, was the Yautja what kept Cross occupied these past couple of months?

“He’s not going to take you away from me!” the Yautja roared.

Constantine stiffened when the tip of the creature’s talon pierced his skin. He didn’t know what this thing wanted, but it was obvious pissed off.

“What’s the meaning of this, Akira,” Constantine hissed, he made sure to keep his eyes on the hissing Yautja. “Why are you harboring an alien life form in your quarter?”

Connor growled at the male.

Sighing, Cross calmly got down to her knees and held out her hand towards her son. “Baby, come here,” she gentled her voice, letting her son know she needed him to come to her.

At his mother’s alluring voice, Connor was torn between wanting to kill the male beneath him and wanting to rush to his mother’s side. Between a huff and a snarl, Connor got off the male before rushing to his mother’s side, but not before smacking an annoyed Constantine on his head. Her Lieutenant watched his Captain embrace the Yautja child and felt his gut tightened. If he didn’t know better, he could have sworn he saw a flash of love in her purple eyes before she turned her attention on him.

“I know you have thousands of questions running through that head of yours,” Cross said. “But first, let me just introduce you to an important person in my life.”

Constantine was slowly getting up, his eyes watching the Yautja in his Captain’s arms.

“Meet Connor Cross, my son,” she announced proudly.

Connor purred at the love in his mother’s voice.

Constantine thought his eyes were going to pop out of his eye sockets. “You had a Yautja baby in eight months?”

“No, I found Connor when he was a baby,” she explained. “His mother must have abandoned him because he’s albino. I didn’t want to kill or leave him defenseless alone in the forest, so I brought him with me to the colony.”

“And you kept him a secret for these past eight months?”

She nodded. “Yes and I want to keep it that way.”

Constantine couldn’t help but be amazed at his Captain’s words. How she was able to keep the Yautja under locked door was beyond him! He had known these creatures to be dangerous. Their origin to them were still unknown, Constantine still couldn’t figure out how Cross managed to raise the child Yautja from baby to…what closely resembled a five year old child.

“I know he looks five, but I’m guessing at young age they grow fast,” Cross continued to explained, noticing the confused look on his handsome face. “Constantine, I raised him as my own, I can’t lose him.”

Constantine desperately wanted to hardened his heart towards his Captain’s plead, but staring into those unnatural purple eyes he suddenly felt himself falling. Constantine was torn between being a loyal soldier and a loyal lover. Staring at the two, Constantine’s heart gave an odd jerk. They’ve been Captain and Lieutenant for four years, he always trusted her to watch his back when they were on missions, as she trusted him. But what always caught him in their strange affair was her trust in him to take care of her body when they were in the bedroom.

“Captain, order me to keep my mouth shut and I will.”

Cross didn’t know if she heard him correctly, with a shaky breath, she stood up with Connor still holding her hand. “Repeat that, Lieutenant?”

Smiling, Constantine walk toward her and ignored the warning growl the little Yautja was letting out, he said. “I said, order me and I will keep whatever secrets you want.”

Cross couldn’t believe what she was hearing! It was almost too good to be true. Beside her, her son stiffened when she reach up to caress Constantine’s cheek. “You would do that for me?”

Constantine let out a shaky laugh. “Babe, you could have told me you killed the President of the Colonies and I would have shut my mouth.”

Now it was Cross’s turn to laugh, the panic feeling in her heart was suddenly lifted. “That’s an order, Lieutenant.”

He saluted her smartly, but still wore that teasing smile. Unable to help himself, Constantine bend down and brush a butterfly kiss across her lips.

Connor chose the moment to let out a cub-like growl, causing Constantine to jump back in surprise.

“I’m not trying to steal your mom, kid,” Constantine assured the angry Yautja.

Connor let out a low hissed, obviously not believing him.

Both Cross and Constantine glance at each other in amusement, but it was quickly short lived when Cross noticed a pale Kelly standing at the wide entrance of her door.

“Cross, we have a situation,” her friend announced shakily before she step inside the living room.

Cross frowned at her friend’s meaning before seconds later a large figure appeared in the doorway, a figure Cross know all too well.

Connor winces when his mother’s fingers tightened around his hand. Looking to where she was staring at, he frowned at the tall shadowy figure standing in the doorway before catching a sniff of the visitor’s very familiar scent.

Connor knew then who the visitor was…

General Edwin Cross…

Akira’s father.
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