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Tall Enough For You?	By : Carleen Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 22924 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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TITLE: Tall Enough for You?
CHAPTER: 2
LOCATION: UNSC Infinity
All descriptions of HALO and weaponry, armor, characters, locations and aliens belong to Microsoft, Bungie, and 343 Industries, are used here without permission, for entertainment purposes only.

The chronometer by my bed reported 0200 when I woke to the sound of someone in my bathroom. I hadn't slept so deeply in years. So it took me several seconds of who and what to orient myself. Then it all came back in one heart-flipping grin of memory. Because, that person in my bathroom was The Master Chief. What should I do? Pretend to be asleep? Fluff his pillow? Brush my teeth? Comb my hair? I probably looked awful. What the hell? Was I a Chief Groupie now? Then suddenly the bathroom door opened and startled me so badly I jumped out of bed. I jumped out of bed!
So now it's the middle of the night, and we stand here naked, in the middle of my quarters, having a staring contest.
"Master Chief?"
"Commander?"
"John?"
"Sarah?"
"Did you find everything you needed? I meant, do you need anything?"
"Yes and no."
"Yes?
"I found what I needed."
"And, no?"
"You were not there. I have a question."
He's walking toward me, filling my vision with his muscular frame. I cannot see his eyes. Then he reaches down and lifts me off the deck. My legs wrap easily around his waist and he holds me in place with his hands on my butt. I have to hang on to his neck to stay balanced.
I rubbed my nose against his. "What's your question?"
"Last night, you said I only met, not exceeded, some of my training requirements. That is not acceptable."
"So you're interested in some remedial training?"
I can see his eyes now and as I look down into his face, his innocent need shines up at me. And I feel something tickling my bottom and it's not his fingers. The sensation kick-starts something inside me and suddenly I want it all, again, now.
Before another word is spoken by either of us I kissed his upturned mouth. When my tongue is locked with his in a dance of dominance, I dragged my nails up his back. I wasn't gentle about it and the kiss wasn't tentative. It was a war of dominance. Seeking and searching, exploring new territories and recording sensations for future reference.
His body arched toward mine and he began to back me up toward the bulkhead. But before he could push me against the wall I twisted away and dropped to my feet.
Quickly reversing our positions, I got him up against the wall. I heard him call my name as his back slammed against the bulkhead.
"When I said it was your turn, I meant it was your turn. I trust this time you will pay attention?"
He looked so damn good, with his head thrown back, quick breaths filling his massive rib cage and his hands trying to gain some purchase on my shoulders. The way he grabbed at me, I think he wasn't sure if he wanted to pull me up or push me down. So to save him any embarrassment about asking for something he might not even be sure about I slid to my knees and made the decision for him.
When I wrapped my hand around him, he groaned. When I opened my mouth to take him in he bucked against me so hard I almost fell backwards. Steady Chief.
I played this moment on instinct by listening to his reactions to the swirl of my tongue over the tip of...what I held in my hand fit no definition of the word 'tip'. The word phallus came to mind as I slid my lips firmly down over his erection. Locking my lips around him I pulled up and he shivered a groan. There really wasn't any word adequate to the task of describing this organ. Except perhaps to place a laurel wreath and fresh flower petals around it base. Yes, I thought as I enjoyed the sweet taste of him and his reactions to this intensely intimate moment.
Grabbing his cheeks in my hands I pulled him forward and he went deep into my mouth. Again and again, I forced him forward then pushed him back against the wall. He was hardly breathing now, just moaning incoherently. Every so often he said no and my name. Oh, my love. The answer is yes. There's no turning back now. This is my gift to you. I braced myself and added my hand to what my mouth was doing.
All my senses were involved with this experience of giving him this pleasure. I tasted the sweat of his arousal. The tangy-salt of the precursor to his release. The curling hairs at the base of his erection tickled my nose. The utter maleness of him overwhelmed me. Struggling to stay upright, I was nearly incoherent myself. His entire body was as taut as a bowstring and arching toward me. Then in one groaning breath of sound he surrendered to me as his relief flooded into my mouth. His fingers twisted into my hair as he tried to recover.
And when it was over I crumpled to the deck and he followed me down. Sliding to his knees, then curling himself around me. So aroused myself, his fingers made quick work of me as he brought me to climax. Before I slid into unconsciousness I mentally added 'conscientious' to my list of Master Chief adjectives.
~o~
"Good morning, Commander Palmer. It's a fine Spartan day."
"Whaaa?" I struggled to awaken. But John was already awake and slide his hand over my mouth. We were still on the floor. I recognized the sound of Roland's voice. Apparently, the ship's A.I. couldn't "see" us. But he very soon would.
"Commander Palmer, are you quite alright? Your heart rate jumped and your respiration...I detect more than one...two...Identity...Master Chief... Well..."
"Roland, get out of my quarters."
"Ma'am, you are late for your morning briefing with Captain Lasky. Just fulfilling my duties as assigned. I can hardly be faulted..."
"Get out of my quarters now, or I will personally pull every single one of your circuits myself and you'll be singing 'Daisy Bell' by the end of the day."
"Ah, movie reference, 1968, Stanley Kubrick 2001, A Space Odyssey. The movie explores the mythos concerning evolution of the human condition..."
John unwound himself from around me and stood up, still naked, and walked toward Roland while the A.I. droned on.
"Originally panned by the critics it achieved cult status, the... appearance of a monolithic structure...Uh...Oh...Well, Master Chief!"
The Spartan's approach to Roland's holo-display could only be described as predatory.
"Threatening an A.I. construct violates several articles of UNSC as well as civilian... I'll inform, the Skipper you are on your way!"
Once we were alone again, I hurried past John to the bathroom. He stopped me and pulled me into a hug. Then he opened a bottle of water and handed it to me.
Add 'thoughtful' to the list. I would need a second sheet of paper soon.
"I'm a little new at this...so if it is your wish that we never speak of this again...I cannot promise that I will forget, because I never will. Now, go," he said softly and patted my bottom as I ducked into the bathroom. When I came out he was gone. The bed neatly made up. Clothes folded and stacked on the dresser. The towel from last night draped over the back of a chair. Neat, tidy and ship shape and utterly empty. I got the hell out of there.
Captain Lasky greeted me with a quick good morning and then stopped. Why is he staring at me? Two phrases popped into my head: Apparently, well-rested and well-fucked are written all over my face. The blush started in my belly and rose like a flame across my face. The Skipper is a gentleman and I know he wouldn't comment. So I sat down quickly, accessed my PADD and cleared my throat. When I looked down at the display my hair swung forward. I had forgotten to pull my hair back. Breathe, Palmer. Breathe.
I cleared my throat again and jumped in. "My fire teams are on a rotating shore leave schedule. Based on predictions of port time, I granted each team a twenty-four hour window. They were instructed the next team may not leave until the preceding team reports in. The schedule commenced last night at 1800 with Team Majestic."
"Commander Palmer?"
I didn't dare look up at him. I just pressed on. "Are there any specific assignments or tasks you wish me to oversee while we're in port, Skipper?"
"Sarah?"
"Yes, sir?" I responded impatiently and for the first time met his eyes.
"Listen to me very closely, Commander. I cannot order you to take leave. But there is one thing I can do. So let's make this official. Our briefing is concluded. The ship is squared away. All maintenance is on schedule. Ground crews are on board and working as of 0600. Now, with all due respect and my highest regard for you, go back to your quarters. Stow that uniform. Replace it with whatever you wish, as long as it doesn't have UNSC or Mjolnir stamped on it. Take whomever put that color in your cheeks and caused you to forget about your hair with you and get the hell off my ship. I don't want to see you or hear your voice for at least 48 hours. At which time you may check in via the Comm link. Do I make myself clear?"
Damn him. He's grinning at me like a Cheshire Cat. I'd be annoyed if it were anyone but him. I'd probably shoot anyone else but him for making that comment. But I consider him a friend and we have a good working relationship. In times of stress and danger we have each other's back. I trust that he only wishes me well.
Slowly standing, I gathered my personal items and forced myself to meet his eyes again, I felt like a NUB LT. But I just could not keep from sharing that smile with him. "Understood sir. In which case, you should know, sir. That Master Chief Sierra 117 will be accompanying me to earth, sir."
His mouth opened. His mouth closed. He stood up and he sat back down. The grin returned in full force. "Noted, Commander. Dismissed."

2001 a Space Odyssey: HAL singing Daisy Bell as he dies. you tube: HW_oMKGMQaU
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