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Dark Temptation, Dark Desires	By : SinandSmut Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 14621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: WARNING: This fic contains themes of cheating, adultery, betrayal, and netrorare. If none of these themes are for you, I suggest you turn back now.

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Cortana could feel her heart thumping as the automated taxi pulled to the place where she was meeting Locke.  A part of her knew that she was playing with fire and potentially making a fatal mistake with her relationship with John.
Relax, Cortana told herself.  It’s just a few drinks.
Of course, it wasn’t just drinks.  Cortana could not even make herself believe that lie, but it wasn’t cheating.  There were tons of women who had found themselves temporarily attracted to another guy while they were in a relationship and had never acted upon it.  They had figured out a way to work through their unfaithfulness of the heart, and that was exactly what Cortana planned to do.
The only problem was that Cortana was much more ambitious than most women, and far more prideful, and pride comes before the fall.
The automated taxi eased to a slow halt, a soothing synthetic male voice telling her, “You have now arrived at your destination, the Paper Moon night club.  Hours of operation are 5 p.m. to 4 a.m.  Would you like to set a pick-up time?”
“Yes,” Cortana said.  “Come back here at midnight and take me home.”
“Certainly,” the synthetic voice said.  “Your total amount due is thirty credits.  Would you like to pay in…”
Cortana did not allow the taxi to finish speaking to her, hastily swiping her card and punching in the security code.  She got out of the cab and slammed the door shut on the male voice just as he was thanking her.
Not very lady like of me, Cortana reflected.  Then again, there was only one male whose attention she was interested in capturing tonight.
She made her way unsteadily towards the club entrance.  Cortana was strangely nervous, her heartbeat thudding in her chest and filling her ears with the sound of drumbeats.
Calm down, Cortana told herself.  You’re acting like a school girl with a crush.
Not for the first time Cortana thought about just heading back to the apartment.  When she saw the massive line outside the entrance of the club, a thick blob of people stretching back for at least half a block, Cortana felt a little relieved.
At least I’ll have an excuse, she thought.  She made an obligatory effort to find Locke’s face in the crowd of waiting people, but quickly gave up.  A Spartan might easily stand out in a crowd due to their height, but any attempt to pick him out of this tangled mess of people was a fool’s gambit.
Cortana gave a thought that if it had been John she had been looking for, she would have been able to pick him out in a heartbeat, no matter how large the crowd.
This warm thought gave her an extra boost of confidence, reaffirming to her that her intentions tonight were pure.
Well, maybe not pure in the strictest sense, but her loyalty to John was still beyond question, and when Cortana tore off his clothes that night to fuck him beyond all sense and reason, she knew he would thank her.
That, and a little bit of extra info she planned to gather about a certain Spartan IV would not be unappreciated she was sure.
The Paper Moon, an unassuming name for a club as any she supposed, had a fittingly unassuming entrance.  A solid brick wall served as the front of the club, and a regular size door underneath a green awning and surrounded by thick velvet ropes was the club’s only visible entrance.  The club’s name flashed above the entrance in small pale letters.  From the street the sign would just barely be visible.
“Almost like they don’t want people to find the place,” Cortana muttered to herself.  She looked at the massive line again.  “Not that it did them any good.”
Waiting in line was not an option, but where patience wouldn’t serve, perhaps a little flirtation would.
Cortana strutted up to the entrance, summoning all the confidence she could muster and allowing her hips to sway ever so slightly.  A massive bald man stood guard at the entrance.  He was tall, large, even obese, but nonetheless intimidating.  He stood facing the line with his arms crossed.  Seemingly in no hurry to let people in.  He wore all black, and even though it was night he was wearing sunglasses.  Cortana had little doubt that those glasses were at this very moment displaying a guest list, or even receiving messages from the club owner himself.  On the front and back of his black t-shirt, the word STAFF was written in bold yellow letters.
Cortana conjured up the most innocent, slightly naughty, and devilishly flirtatious smile she could manage.
Might take a little bit of work to win this big guy over, but I know you got the charms Cortana, she thought to herself.
When the guard glanced over at her, Cortana flashed a brilliant smile at him, but before she could launch her first flirtatious salvo, the guard reached over and opened the velvet rope blocking the doorway, motioning for her to pass on through.
“Right this way ma’am.”
The ease with which she had gained entry gave her pause, and before she could stop herself Cortana was asking, “But I don’t have a reservation.”
The guard looked her up and down.  “Ma’am, a girl as fine as you don’t need no reservation.  Hell, I’d get fired for leaving you out here.”
Slightly stunned, Cortana decided to just take the compliment and not question it.
At the very front of the line a man, and what Cortana assumed was his girlfriend, looked on in disbelief.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” the man said.  “We’ve been waiting in line for two hours.”
The guard gave him a dangerous look.  “Sorry brother, but you don’t fit the criteria for entrance.”  He motioned towards the girlfriend, a woman that could only be described as a platinum blonde bombshell in a tight green dress.  “She does though.  Come on honey, you can either stand out here for another two hours with this looser, or you can come in here and find yourself a real man.”
The blonde only hesitated for a moment.  She gave her boyfriend, perhaps soon to be ex-boyfriend, an apologetic smile, and then joined Cortana behind the velvet rope.
“You got to be shitting me,” the man said.  He made a move forward.  To do what Cortana could not say, but the large guard was on him in an instant.
“Come on, let’s go.  I’m not interested in seeing Brad get his ass kicked.” the blonde urged Cortana, pulling them both through the door.  It led to a long hallway decorated on either side by dramatic crimson curtains.  Beyond the hallway, Cortana could hear the pulse of dance music.
“You don’t seem that concerned about him,” Cortana noted, the two women walking side by side down the hallway.
“I know I should be,” the blonde said, biting her lower lip.  “Suppose I should feel guilty, but I don’t,” she added bluntly.  “I guess that makes me a bad person.”
“It might,” Cortana answered carefully.  “But I don’t think people come to a place like this to be good.”
Cortana had looked up the Paper Moon briefly before hopping into her cab, and had quickly come to realize why Locke had chosen it.
The blonde laughed.  “I did try to warn Brad about the reputation this place has.  Guys who bring their girlfriends here don’t keep them for long, and girlfriends who come here alone have more on their mind than just dancing.”
“And what do you have in mind?” Cortana asked.
“Hmmm,” the blonde mused.  “Would serve Brad right if I went home with another guy.”
They had come out of the hallway and into the club proper.  It was much smaller than Cortana had expected.  Far more intimate, and not nearly as crowded as she would have thought.
Exclusivity as a business model, Cortana thought.  The drinks here must be astronomical.
The Crimson red theme continued into the club, red mood lights setting a cozy atmosphere.  On the dancefloor Cortana could see bodies moving in a slow passionate rhythm, the DJ in the back cloaked in darkness.  Only his arms could be seen as he manipulated a holographic display, the dark outline of his head bobbing to the music.
“Oh my, look at that,” the blond said, her eyes looking hungrily at the bar.
Cortana followed her gaze, and found Locke sitting by himself.  There was a drink in his hand, his posture giving off the air of cool command as he sat with his back to the bar, brown eyes calmly surveying the dancers on the floor.
“Maybe I should go home with him tonight,” the blonde said, biting her lower lip.
Cortana’s mouth broadened into a mischievous grin.  “I wouldn’t count on it.  That’s my date you’re looking at.”
“Oh my,” the blonde said, eyeing the shorter brunette with what seemed like a new appreciation.  “Well done.  Is that your boyfriend?”
Cortana shook her head.  “No.”
“Do you have one?”
“Yes.”
“Well then,” the blonde said, grinning slyly.  “Looks like me and you are kindred spirits tonight.”  She gave Locke another look.  “You’re a lucky girl.”
“Wish I could say the same for my boyfriend,” Cortana said.
The blonde giggled.  “Well I’ll leave you to it.  Have fun.”
With that she was gone, the green dress disappearing into the crimson fog.
What did I just say? Cortana thought.  The words about John had come of their own accord.  It was a lie of course.  Cheating on John was the last thing she had come to do.
Yet somehow, playing along and pretending that she was had given Cortana a sudden rush.  It disturbed her.
Keep focused on what you came here to do, Cortana said to herself.
Cortana reached into her purse and pulled out her data pad.  Selecting the camera and holding it up, Cortana focused on Locke, and then snapped a picture.  She brought the datapad down and brought up John in her messages.  She attached the picture of Locke and entered a caption.
Look who I found
She smiled slightly as she sent the picture off to John, imagining what his reaction might be once he got it.
If I’m lucky he’ll be storming off Infinity the moment he gets it, Cortana thought devilishly.
Her attraction to Locke had thrown Cortana for a loop, sure, but as was her nature Cortana took it for a challenge.  An opportunity to fulfil one of her darkest fantasies.  Yes, she would go on a date with Spartan Locke.  She would flirt like there was no tomorrow, but when Locke propositioned her, as Cortana was sure he would, he would face a flat-out ego shattering rejection.
Cortana even had a little speech planned for him in her head.  About how she was going to head home and let a real Spartan have her.
Of course, that’s where John came in.  Cortana could already imagine what her Spartan would be willing to do to her in order to reestablish dominance.  Thinking about it was enough to make her shiver.
Your move Chief, Cortana thought.  Don’t disappoint.
Her datapad buzzed, and Cortana looked at the message from John.
Doing a bit of recon?
Cortana paused for a moment.  She supposed that wasn’t a completely unreasonable assumption of him.  She had just spent all day analyzing Jameson Locke.  Perhaps she should be a little more obvious.
Think I’m going to let him buy me a drink.  Cortana wrote, and then added, If you’re not going entertain me, someone has to.
There, Cortana thought as she sent the message off.  That should make things loud and clear for him.
Cortana put the datapad back in her purse and strutted up to the bar.
Locke spotted her approaching, and greeted her with an easy confident grin.
“For a while I thought you wouldn’t show.”
Cortana smiled at him, cocking her hips ever so slightly.  “I figured the big winner deserved a little personal congratulations from yours truly.”
Locke raised an eyebrow.  “Does that mean you’re buying?”
Cortana raised an eyebrow in return.  “Making the woman pay?  Not very gentlemanly of you.”
Locke shrugged.  “You’re the one that asked me out, and you said you wanted to congratulate me.”  Locke’s dark brown eyes gave her an obvious up and down, much like he had done on Infinity.  It was clear he was trying to imagine her undressed.  “Unless you want to congratulate me some other way.”
Cortana returned the favor, and found herself genuinely wondering what it would be like to see him undressed.  To feel his hard muscles underneath her hands.  To see he dark black skin against her pale white figure.
“Maybe I do,” she said.  The statement felt more true than she would have liked, but for some reason Cortana found herself not caring that much.
Locke motioned to the seat right next to him.  “Care to join me?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Cortana said, sliding elegantly right beside him.  “So, about that drink.”
“What would you like?”
Cortana smiled.  “Surprise me.”
Locke gave an amused chuckle, then motioned for the bartender.  “Two more mojitos,” he ordered.
The bartender gave a slight nod then set to work, and soon Cortana’s nose was filled with the scent of freshly crushed mint leaves.  Soon the drink was slid in front of her, and Cortana lifted the glass at Locke.
“To new experiences,” she said, and took a modest gulp.
Locke chuckled warmly as he watched the face Cortana made.  “Not much of an alcohol drinker, are you?”
“No,” Cortana gasped.  Other than a bit of wine at formal dinners she had attended with John, this was the first real drink she had ever had.
Locke chuckled again.  “I had a feeling you might be a cheap date,” he said, taking a gulp of his own drink.
Cortana’s jaw dropped in mock offence.  “Are you calling me cheap?”
“Well not that cheap,” Locke said.  “Drinks here cost a small fortune.  If you’re having trouble with that then I’d hate to see what would happen if you drank some of the rotgut the Marines guzzle.”
“I’d hate to see what those Marines might do to me once they got me drunk.  I’d have to have you there to protect me.”
“And who says you’re safe with me?” Locke said suggestively.
“So, that’s your plan then?” Cortana asked, leaning her elbow on the bar and resting her head in her hand.  “Get me drunk and have your way with me?”
“My plan?” Locke asked.  “You’re the one that asked me out remember?  If anything, I’d have to be careful of you taking advantage of me.”
“Oh really?” Cortana asked.  “You’re afraid of a five and a half foot brunette.  Is that what keeps you up at night Spartan Locke?”
“More than you know,” Locke said with a cocky grin.  “And what about you.  What keeps you up at night?”
“Coffee mostly,” Cortana said, and Locke laughed.  Cortana’s eyes sparkled at him as she took another sip of her mojito, and this time the drink went down smoother.
Really smooth actually, the mint now overriding the taste of alcohol and leaving her throat with a cool refreshing feeling.  Cortana felt a splash of warmth run through her, and bravely took another taste.
“I take it the Master Chief doesn’t drink,” Locke said.
Cortana shook her head.  “Vice doesn’t really suit him well.”
“I’d say fun doesn’t suit him well.  I always pecked him as a bit of a prude.”
“Some would call it dedication,” Cortana countered.
“Some would call it having a stick up his ass,” Locke shot back.
Cortana nearly choked on her drink as an uncontrollable fit of laughter took her.  She nodded.  “Yes, he can take himself rather seriously.”
“For all the good it does him.”
“Hey,” Cortana said.  “I’d like to see you save the galaxy half a dozen times.”
“Maybe you will,” Locke said.  “And that was then.  This is now.  In case you haven’t noticed he isn’t exactly the best anymore.”
“Arrogant much?” Cortana asked.  “You think winning one match against him automatically makes you the best?”
“No,” Locke said, taking a sip.  “Rescuing him and the rest of Blue Team on Genesis from a certain someone does though.”
Cortana felt her cheeks turn red, and suddenly became very interested in stirring the ice in her drink.  “The Warden exploited my latent Rampancy and used it to brainwash me into…”
“Dr. Halsey gave us a full briefing of what she thinks happened to you,” Locke said, cutting her off.  “Lucky for you Osiris brought her along with us to Genesis.  Who knows what would have happened if she wasn’t there.”
“Not exactly something I want to think about,” Cortana said.  If she was being honest, Cortana had been enjoying the flirting so far.  Locke was much better at it than Chief had ever been, but that was to be expected.  However, she certainly did not like the direction the conversation had turned.  There were only a small handful of people who knew what had happened on Genesis.
Does he want to blackmail me?  Was that the whole purpose of bringing it up? She thought.
Cortana knew that she should be disgusted at such a proposition, but for some reason she found it strangely thrilling.  To be completely at his mercy, having to do whatever he wanted.
Locke seemed to be reading her mind.  “Don’t worry.  You’re secret is safe with me.”  He leaned back on the bar stool.  “If anything, it’s what happened on Genesis that made me attracted to you to begin with.”
Cortana picked up on his admission completely.  “So, you’ve wanted to sleep with me for that long?”
Locke shook his head.  “Not sleep with you.  I mean I want you.  Completely.”
Cortana stared at him, her breathe shallow.  A swirl of butterflies fluttered in her stomach.  “What exactly do you mean Spartan Locke?”
“I mean I want you,” Locke said, leaning in closer.  Cortana was just now realizing that she might not be as in control of this encounter as she thought.  With a simple change of his posture Locke had completely flipped the power dynamic.  He had placed himself physically in the dominant position, reminding her of just how much stronger and larger he was than her.  Cortana rubbed her knees together as her panties began to moisten.
“I’m a competitive person,” Locke continued.  “Whatever I set my sights on, I want to win it.  No matter what it is, and that includes you.”
Cortana managed to find her voice, though it was a lot shakier than she would have liked it.  “I’m not a prize to be won.”
“Aren’t you?” Locke asked.  “You sure seem to act like it.”
This sparked a flame of anger in Cortana.  She drew herself up straighter, getting within inches of Locke’s face.  “Is that all I am to you?  Just some sort of object?  A trophy to put on your shelf that somehow proves that you’re the better man?”
“And what if I am the better man?” Locke asked, and Cortana scowled at him.  “That’s what you want isn’t it?
“You seem to know a lot about what I want,” Cortana said dangerously.
“I’m good at guessing,” Locke said.
“Well then,” Cortana said in a tone of mock seduction.  “Guess away.”
The way that Locke looked at her critically after that made Cortana wish she had not said it.  She pressed her knees tighter together, praying silently that he could not see just how aroused she was.
Locke nodded once.  “Alright.”  He mercifully leaned backwards and finished off his mojito in one long gulp.  “You’re arrogant,” he said bluntly.  “Probably the most arrogant woman I’ve ever met.  Even more so than Halsey or Palmer, and that’s saying something.”
Cortana frowned.  “That’s not exactly getting you any closer to having me sleep with you.”
“I prefer being blunt,” Locke said.  “And I think you like it that way.”
This made Cortana blush, but she did her best to keep her composure.  “Go on then.”
Locke set his empty glass down on the table.  “You’re arrogant.  An ego a mile long, but you have every right to it.  You’re intelligent, assertive, ungodly attractive, and you know how to command the male attention.  What’s worse, you know it.  You know that nearly every crewman on Infinity has thought about fucking you at some point.  You know that even men that aren’t single can’t help but wish that they were with you instead.”
Cortana tried to keep her poker face going, but deep down she knew he was hitting every mark so far.  She took a sip of her mojito to try and hide her expression, but the way Locke was smiling at her let Cortana know that he was not fooled.
“And you call me arrogant,” Cortana said with a huff, setting her drink down.  “Alright mister know it all.  I’m hot and I know it[M42] .  So what?”
“That’s everything, isn’t it?” Locke asked.  “You have a big ego, and you know that you can have any man you wanted.  A girl like you doesn’t have to settle and doesn’t want to settle.  You think you’re the best woman around, and I think you are, but you also only want the best.  You’d never date a marine or a civilian.  Only a Spartan would do, and even then, only the best Spartan you could get your hands on.  For years you thought it was John, and that’s why you’re with him.”
“You think that’s what my entire relationship with John boils down to?” Cortana asked him.  “Something that shallow?”
“Not the entire relationship,” Locke admitted.  “But I bet it’s the foundation.  It’s the entire reason you picked him, isn’t it?”
“I picked him because he was lucky,” Cortana shot back.
“And if that luck were to go away?” Locke asked.  “If it turned out there was a Spartan better than him?  Yes, I think you have more of Halsey in you than you care to admit, Cortana.  You don’t settle for second best.”
Cortana’s cheeks flushed, but this time she was not blushing.
Her head was a swirl of contradictory emotions.  It was more that she didn’t want him to be right rather than knowing he was wrong.  Yet, deep down, Cortana knew that he wasn’t.  Was it not one of her fantasies to have John fuck her in front of a bunch of inferior Spartans?  Had she not done exhaustive research on each individual Spartan II prior to picking him on Reach?
No, Locke was right.  He was more right than Cortana wanted to admit.
“Anything else?” Cortana asked, keeping her voice as steady as possible.
Locke thought for a moment, swirling the ice in his empty glass.  “Well, you are the type of woman that likes to tie her boyfriend up and make him watch as a real Spartan does his job for him.”
Cortana had made the mistake of taking a sip before he started speaking.  She struggled to keep the mojito down as a fit of laughter threatened to overtake her.  Locke chuckled warmly as Cortana struggled to catch her breath.
“Is that really how you see what happened on Genesis?” she asked, half laughing half coughing.
Locke shrugged his shoulders.  “It’s one interpretation.”
Cortana shook her head and chuckled.  “Well, you are creative.  I’ll give you that.”  She lifted her glass and extended it to Locke.  “I think that deserves another toast.”
Locke waved his hand at her adamantly.  “No, you can’t do that.”
Cortana looked confused.  “Do what?”
“Try to toast with an empty glass.  It’s bad luck.”
“Oh, I see,” Cortana said, lowering her glass.  “And you’re trying to get lucky tonight huh?”
“That’s the whole point, isn’t it?” Locke asked.  He waved his hand at the bartender, but the man either didn’t see him or decided to ignore him.  Locke’s face screwed up in annoyance, but Cortana placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Let me,” she said, smiling brilliantly.
Cortana leaned over the bar as far as she could, making sure her cleavage was showing as much as possible.  When she waved her hand, the bartender gave a sideways glance down at their end of the bar.  He then did a double take, and Cortana saw his pupil’s go wide.  She grinned mischievously at Locke as the bartender strolled towards them at a pace much faster than a walk.
“Is there any way I can help you ma’am?” he asked, though he was not exactly looking her in the eyes.
“Yes,” Cortana answered sweetly.  “Me and my friend want two more mojitos.  On his tab if you don’t mind.”  Cortana placed a hand on his forearm.  “And make it fast please.  You don’t want to keep a girl waiting, do you?”
“Certainly,” the bartender said, nearly sputtering.  “Uhh, right away.”
He left as quickly as he came.  Cortana stole a few knowing sideways glances at Locke as she watched the bartender make their drinks.  In less than a minute he had slid it out to them.
Cortana gave him a wink.  “Thanks sweetheart.”
The bartender mumbled something under his breath before hurrying off.
“What?” Cortana asked when she noticed Locke staring at her.
Locke just shook his head.  “You’re an incredible woman.”
“Well that’s something to toast to,” Cortana smirked.  “To me being incredible.”
“I can toast to that,” Locke agreed, clinking his glass with Cortana.
The second drink was even better than the first.  Cortana’s entire body was a warm glow, and her head buzzed delightfully.  “Alright mister know it all,” she said.  “Since you seem to know so much about me, I think it’s only fair that I guess a few things about you.”
Locke made a supplicant wave of his hand.  “Guess away.”
“Alright,” Cortana said, staring at him for a few moments.  Or perhaps a few minutes.  He was very easy to stare at.
“This has as much to do with John as it does with me,” Cortana said finally.
Locke raised an eyebrow.  “Does it?”
“You admitted as much yourself,” Cortana continued.  “You’re a competitive person, and right now you’re competing with John to see who can be the best Spartan.  Now, for most people that sort of rivalry would only exist on the professional level, but not you.  No, for you beating John professionally isn’t enough.  You have to humiliate him.  Take everything that is his for yourself.  It’s  not enough for you to win, but John has to lose.  You must show him to be a complete failure, and that includes me.  You’re not just a winner, you’re a conqueror.  You take what you want.”
Now it was Cortana’s turn to lean back on her stool, gifting him with a smug smile.  “It’s like you said.  You don’t want to just sleep with me, you want to steal me.  You want to convince me that you’re better than John in every conceivable way, because if I can be convinced than everyone else will as well.  I am, after all, John’s biggest advocate.  I’m the trophy that lets everyone else know that he is the best Spartan, and because of that you want me for yourself.”
Cortana cocked an eyebrow.  “Well, how did I do?”
Locke took a deep breath, and Cortana took pleasure in how obviously unamused he was by her little rant.  “Not bad,” he said finally, and Cortana smirked.
He then leaned forward until their faces were within inches of each other, and once again Cortana was immediately aware of just how overpowering his presence was.  Locke dropped his voice down to a whisper.  “Maybe that is all true, but do you know what else?”
“What?” Cortana whispered back, chills running through her.  He was so close, and his lips were so inviting.  All she would have to do was lean in ever so slightly.
Locke grinned.  “You like it.”  He then leaned in even closer, moving to whisper in her ear.  She could smell the cologne on him, drenching her in a masculine musk.  Her knees began to tremble as he whispered again.  “And you and I both know that if you thought for a second that I was the best you would drop John like a rock.  Admit it.”
Cortana swallowed hard.  It was difficult to think.  A large part of her wanted nothing more than to grab Locke by the shirt and kiss him with everything she had.
Remember the plan.  Stick to the plan.
Cortana whispered in his ear.  “Maybe I do,” she said.  There was no point in denying it now.  Even a blind man could see how aroused she was.  “Maybe I would, but I’m never going have to worry about that.  You’re pathetic compared to him.”
Perhaps it was not the speech she had planned, but it worked well enough.  Cortana easily pushed Locke away with the flat of her hand, then promptly stood up.
“Thank you for the drinks Jameson, but if you don’t mind I have a real Spartan to get back home to.”
Cortana turned her heels and stormed off, not trusting herself to look back at him.
If she did, Cortana was not sure that she wouldn’t go back to him.
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