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Fraternization	By : corruptflame Category: 1 through F > Alien (All Movies) > Alien (All Movies) Views: 1565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Fraternization
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The shriek rang in Robbins’ ear as her eyes watched the creature’s death throes. White smoke rose from the corpse accompanied by a horrible smell. Flicking a switch on the rifle, she sparked the flamethrower and started scorching the bodies. All her marines followed the example.
“Robbins, report.” Digitized, the lieutenant’s voice still calmed her.
“Nest eliminated, lieutenant. Deep frying now.” The hard resin like structures caught and burned well. They started backing out slowly, continuing to flame anything remotely xenos.
“Excellent, sergeant. Let’s get back to the bird.”
Falling back, Robbins and her team returned to the APC. Lieutenant Farrow did a head count, the sergeant in last before she shut and locked the door. A silent nod passed between them, a last glance before Farrow started giving further orders.
Robbins looked away, watching her marines compliment themselves on a job well done. Her thoughts remained on the lieutenant: dark hair, bright brown eyes hidden behind BCG. There was a perfect curve to his lips she never noticed on other men, tucked beneath a strong nose.
It started with an envelope tucked in her locker. A poem about her beauty, as he saw it. Robbins had been so embarrassed she only read it once. The week after came a poem about her intelligence, then another about her tenacity. All flattering.
She never suspected the lieutenant.
While testing an obstacle course intended for training, he showed up to watch her. Then Robbins knew, and slipped a note in his locker. It wasn’t as flowery or pretty: she accused him of trying to get her in trouble, specifically for fraternization. Farrow remained undeterred.
A single copied page of Farrow’s contract showed up in her locker. Farrow had months left.
She’d penned an embarrassed apology. He wrote one back for pushing the issue. Robbins could have let it go there, but curiosity won. The silent correspondence sparked intense chemistry. If the marines knew, they kept their mouths shut.
Biting her lip, Robbins knew tonight was the night.
Every piece of squad equipment was cleaned, checked, and returned. The vehicles were maintenanced and parked. The marines showered and changed. Gathered in the mess hall, Farrow stood at the head of the table, cleaning his glasses.
“Ladies. Gentlemen. It’s been good knowing you all, when we’ve been awake.” They chuckled. “A lot has changed. The challenges we face as humans have escalated, while the cohesion of this unit solidified. My only regret is meeting you all late in my career.” Farrow smiled. “To my last night,” he raised a glass of water.
The marines raised glasses of beer, and proceeded with speeches. They quickly degraded into war stories, then into dirty stories and jokes.
Four beers later Farrow slipped away, followed closely by Robbins. It became a game of chase, turning her on along with memories of the last few notes. The impression his words left made her blush.
Rounding a corner, the lieutenant’s stood open, Farrow standing just inside.
“For the next five hours this still counts.” A touch of concern held his voice.
Stepping forward, the tips of her boots were just inside the door. “Are you gonna tell on me?” He pursed those perfect lips, pushing them open slightly with his tongue before smiling.
“You know the answer to that.”
Crossing the threshold, Robbins let the door shut before keying it for privacy. The door latched and the window darkened. “You won’t,” she turned back and reached up and fingered the lapels on Farrow’s fatigues.
Only a breath away, face to face, warmth burned through Robbins when his lips pressed against hers. His hands explored her sides, arms wrapping around her back to hold her close. Nipping her nose, Farrow’s freshly shaved cheek rubbed against hers. His deep voice crooned in her ear, “Watching the sun rise on earth would not compare to your beauty,” he murmured into her mouth with the next kiss.
A soft moan left her and Farrow broke away, reaching to pull his glasses off. Pink dents marked the bridge of his nose, and she leaned in to kiss his forehead.
“Fuck,” he murmured, adjusting his arms to wrap around her ribs. “You’re soft, Tiffany.”
Laughing, she started unbuttoning his top. “I feel same can’t be said of you, Marcus.” Pushing the shirt off and tugging the undershirt out of his pants, Robbins took a good look at his flat, undefined stomach. She pulled his arms behind his head and the shirt over his face, binding and blinding him. “Hold still.”
Slipping out of her own shirt and undershirt, Robbins unbuckled her pants and let them hang open. Leaning against his desk, she bit her lip. This was dangerous, if they were discovered. “All right. You can peek.”
Wiggling out of the undershirt, Farrow smiled. His hands wandered up her arms and across her chest, down her washboard abs. Pinching the closure of her bra and disposing of the garment, he kissed her neck. Lifting her hips onto the desk, he kissed down Robbins’ chest, taking a nipple into his mouth.
Moaning as he suckled, one hand gripped her rear and the other edged inside her panties. Robbins kicked his chair across the room, Farrow moving closer to fill the space.
Farrow’s fingers slipped, pausing just inside her lips before pulling back. His brow creased as he looked in her eyes. “What’s that?”
Pursing her lips and trying to grin, Robbins felt embarrassment in the heat of her cheeks. “I haven’t had to explain that to anyone. It’s leftover from my civilian days.”
His brows raised in surprise. “And they never found it?” His finger plunged back in, gently touching the surgical steel barbell while avoiding her clit.
Gripping the desk Robbins leaned back and gasped, spreading her legs. “Not against policy,” she panted. “Can’t see it, isn’t causing damage and,” she moaned again when his finger slipped, rubbing her sensitive nub.
“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” Farrow smirked, pressing his lean frame against her and pushing his finger in deep. His palm rubbed against the piercing while he fingered her, in and out. Rubbing the metal back and forth, Robbins felt the distant sensation of orgasm building slowly.
She wanted him to keep going. His long fingers and flexible palm did all the right things, but, “Stop,” she moaned. “Too fast.”
His fingers withdrew hesitantly, gliding along her clit. “I thought women had multiple orgasms,” his nose touched hers gently, smiling.
“Yeah,” she shook her head, refocusing. “But I’m out of practice.” Slowly reaching around front Robbins undid his fly, fingering the waist of Farrow’s boxers without touching the front strain.
He shuddered, gripping her waist tight as his hips thrust once. “Boots off,” he commanded, fumbling to perch on the edge of his desk and start undoing his laces. Robbins finished first, slipping into nudity. Dashing to Farrow’s luxurious bunk, she lay so every muscle in her arms, abdomen, and legs flexed.
Farrow stumbled after, kicking out of his undergarments to land without grace on the bunk. Flexible, his rear sat flat as his torso turned to stretch across the smooth blanket. His firm cock rested against his stomach, inviting.
Robbins gripped his shoulders and pulled Farrow forward, grasping his hips with her spread legs. Closing one hand around his tags and the other around his cock, she bit her lip and guided him. When the tip met her pussy lips, he pushed in.
She whimpered first, and when Farrow started thrusting she shuttered. His hands found her breasts, pressing them gently together, chilling them against her own tags. It’d been over a year. It felt incredible, almost too tight until Robbins’ body relaxed and let him all the way in. “Fffhnnn.” Her hips started bucking, grinding against him.
“Uhuh,” he agreed with a pant, thrusting faster.
Robbins grabbed the metal frame, trying not to come. She just needed it to last a little longer.
When his breath became erratic, Robbins pushed him onto his back and pinned Farrow down by the shoulders. Grinding with a specific rhythm, Robbins felt his stomach press against the barbell, rubbing back and forth over her clit as she moved.
Farrow held her hips, pushing her down. His stomach flexed, pressing against her and heightening the sensation. Balancing herself against the wall behind his bunk, Robbins rolled her hips faster.
So close. Her body started tensing, focusing on the sensitive nub between her thighs. Finally, Robbins’ fingers curled against the metal wall as she bit back a cry, growling behind her teeth, hips slowing to a stop.
Gripping tight, Farrow started thrusting deep and fast. He didn’t let Robbins finish her first orgasm, before pushing her into another. Cresting again, her palms slid slowly down the wall, scrambling to grip the frame. He didn’t stop until he’d buried himself in her, pressing their hips close together and finishing with a soft whimper.
Robbins didn’t want to move, and wasn’t sure she could. “Tiffany.”
She answered with a hum.
“I like you. You’re soft, and warm. But you’ve got to sit up, I can barely breathe.”
Pushing herself off Farrow with a crooked grin, Robbins climbed off the lieutenant, trembling. She started walking towards the bathroom with careful steps. “Sorry. What do you want to do for the next four hours?”
He raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I can’t let you out of my sight. You know, in case you try to tattle on me,” she pointed out, chuckling. “So I guess we’re stuck for the next four hours.”
The corner of his perfect lips twitched into a delightful smile. “Well. I have some poems you haven’t read yet. Or we can get you back into practice,” Farrow brought a hand up and wiggled his fingers.
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