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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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AN: ACK! A reviewer just reminded me of something I meant to do and forgot. The uniform insignia MC gives to the young boy is a combination out of my imagination of the traditional Navy Seal Trident and a Special Forces design.
Apologies in advance for changing POV. I indicated the change like this: ~o~

The times are tough now, just getting tougher
This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher
Cover me, come on baby, cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

As if I needed to be reminded of my place. But I got the message and it stung.
"My mistake," I muttered and leaned back in the seat, squeezing my eyes closed. Don't feel, move, fight, live. Every Spartan's mantra. Admit it Palmer, you made 'the mistake" by getting involved, by caring, by opening yourself to feelings. As a Spartan, it's always a bad idea, always was and always will be.
I was pretty good at distracting myself from discomfort. To distance thoughts from the Master Chief's words, I recited the ODST launch checklist to myself.
Check harness
Secure Helmet
Check oxygen flow
Green light team
Listen for go countdown
Tuck
Launch
It wasn't working...
Free fall
Bury your feelings, numb your heart, don't feel, don't think, follow the Spartan in front of you. Move!
Pacing. The pacing was a nervous habit from the early days of my career. Loved the feeling of free fall, hated the waiting. Thirty steps to the cockpit, thirty steps to the latrine. The Master Chief gave a slight snore as I passed him. His hands were open and relaxed at his side. How dare he sleep while I'm pacing, I could shout, Incoming! as I walked passed. I can do a pretty good impression of a Grunt (such are the talents you learn as a Hell Jumper). That would wake him up.
My electroless nickel finish, consecutive serial number, matched pair of M6H Magnum handguns lay holstered on the seat. I could just shoot him. Then I'd engrave his name on the barrel—I dropped into the nearest seat.
He didn't have the faintest idea of the implications of what he'd just said. I told myself all along we might have only a moment of time. We are Spartans. So I would follow his lead. There was no blame to lay at his feet or hurt feelings for me to claim. Get over it, Palmer. The time has past.
In order for him to take back control of his emotions and his intellect, he would shut down again. What could I do to earn just a moment more? Nothing. I had to honor his decision and after what happened down in New Phoenix, I really couldn't blame him. So I grabbed a blanket and stretched out over the empty seats. Sleep finally claimed me while troubled dreams of intense blue eyes studying my face for reaction, while strong hands roamed over my body, kept me from genuinely resting. John. I mean you no harm…
~o~
Across the aisle, John-117 opened his eyes to the gloom of a darkened cabin. His hand swept over empty space, reaching for the woman next to him. With a start at his lapse he sat up straight and scanned the cabin with keen eyes. There she was. A bit of reddish-brown hair escaped from a blanket wrapped around a feminine form. A pale hand gripped the edge to keep her head covered. For a long time he just stared at her hand. A hand capable of much violence, efficient killing and yet when she touched him it had been with a gentleness unknown to him.
The flight officer appeared out of the shadows and knelt down next to him. "We're almost to HQ, Master Chief. I need her sitting upright and strapped in."
"Understood."
The officer turned to leave, then stopped and turned back to the Spartan. He began to speak with a Southern accent. That drawl which aircrew had adopted hundreds of years before, from the test pilot, Chuck Yeager, "Ain't none of my business, Master Chief, but between you and me, she's a keeper. That's all I'm saying."
'A keeper?' His mind searched for a definition, while he stretched out his hand to the sleeping woman's shoulder. No, he shouldn't touch her. Not now, not ever again. His priority is regaining control over himself. Whether the implants were destroyed or not, didn't matter. He was still responsible for his actions. He had a meeting to attend and duties to perform. Later, although he had no idea where they might send him, there would be more missions and for that he needed a clear head and no distractions.
"Commander Palmer?"
So instead of reaching out to touch her shoulder like he planned. He simply called her named. His right hand opened and closed. He wanted to touch her.
She turned her face toward him to study him with guarded eyes.
"We are about to land, ma'am."
He watched her slowly rise without looking at him and carefully folded the blanket, turning pointedly away to stow it in a bin.
He might not understand what had changed, but something definitely had. In his experience most things explained themselves if you stayed silent and watched. So that is what he did.
She ran her fingers through her hair, he imagined to smooth it out, but it only made it worse. She straightened her clothes and buckled the seat belt. Commander Palmer kept her eyes on the bulkhead in front of her.
Once the Pelican was on the ground and taxiing in, she finally spoke, "Master Chief, did you intend on going back to Infinity immediately after the meeting?"
"Originally, but..."
"Okay, I'll just find something to do. Have the pilot call me or you call me, when it's time to leave."
And just like that, he understood Commander Palmer no longer wished to spend time with him. Perhaps she would meet with friends? After all she was a high ranking officer. She had friends, and contacts to meet with. Perhaps even a young man...No, he wouldn't let himself think that.
The ramp lowered and the two Spartans left silently and went their separate ways. The flight officer shot a glance at the pilot who shrugged his shoulders. "Come on, I'll buy you some breakfast."
~o~
The Master Chief stood alone beneath the blossoming cherry trees. The Jefferson Memorial stood across the Potomac framed in the branches. The meeting ended two hours ago, but he still wore his dress uniform. The pathways beneath the trees were quiet at this time of the morning. The tourists were not out yet. He walked slowly, head down and hands locked behind his back. He had a lot to think about.
They had offered him retirement by couching it words of sympathy and well wishes. Retirement? He didn't even know what that word meant. There'd been no 'or' either. No retire or go here, or take this assignment or take this teaching job. He'd worn this uniform all of this life. Cortana.
"Excuse me, sir?"
A young voice distracted him from his spiraling thoughts. A boy waited patiently for the man who towered over him to respond.
"My I help you?"
"Are you a Spartan?"
Even sinking down on one knee, the top of the boy's head barely reached his chest. "I'm not supposed to talk about that. Are you cleared for classified information?" The Master Chief asked conspiratorially.
"My father is a Marine," the young man stated proudly.
"Then you are cleared. Yes, I am a Spartan."
"Thank you, sir. I knew you were, 'cause my Dad told me all about you guys. Maybe you know my Dad?"
"What's his name?"
"Gunnery Sergeant John Mackie, sir"
Master Chief looked up at the boy's mother. She shook her head with tears in her eyes.
"Maybe you saw him...before he was killed?"
"I think I remember him now. He was very brave that day. I remember he was talking about his son. Was that you?"
The young boy nodded his head enthusiastically.
"Why don't you take this?" Master Chief removed his Special Forces Trident insignia from his uniform and pinned it to the boy's t-shirt.
"Wow! Thank you!"
"How old are you?"
His Mom answered, "He's seven and can't wait to grow up and be a Marine."
"Will you work hard at becoming the kind of man your Father hoped you'd be? Do well in school and listen to your Mom? Before all that I want you to promise me you'll enjoy your childhood. Have fun and learn something new everyday"
"Y-yes, sir." The young boy's face crumpled and he threw himself against the Master Chief. Master Chief slowly slid his arms around the child.
The child showed great courage but there were limits. The Spartan recognized the child's grief. He'd known it too. It's too hard to watch people you care about die. When you just wish everything would just stop, the sun keeps coming up and another day dawns. Then another day and another. In a few days you recognize that you can get through more than just a few minutes without thinking about them and the healing begins.
"It's hard to lose someone… someone you love. I think we have to go on for them and live the life they would have wanted for us. Do you think your Father would have wanted you and your Mom to be happy?" Master Chief murmured quietly.
"Yes, sir. Did someone you love die too?"
"Yes."
"How did you get over it, sir?"
"I don't know that I have. But there are people in my life—he looked up at Commander Palmer, who'd been standing there for several minutes—who are willing to be patient and understanding. I think you have to learn to accept friendship when it's offered to you."
"Is that who you mean?" The child gestured over the Chief's shoulder and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "She's very pretty, sir."
"Yes and she's a Spartan too."
The boy turned back and said, "I think you'd better go over to her, before a Marine comes along and steals her from you. My Father always said, there wasn't a girl alive who could resist a Marine in his uniform."
Master Chief laughed. "Is that so? Well, then. I'd better do what you suggest. I'm glad to have met you. You and your Mom take good care of each other, okay?"
"Aye, aye, Spartan, sir!"
~o~
Commander Palmer hadn't actually been looking for him, just walking and enjoying the vibrant colors of the cherry blossoms and the spring morning. Washington DC was beautiful in the Spring. She stayed until the Mother and son were gone around the bend of the path.
"You did wonderfully with that little boy. But, I'll let you get back to your walk, Master Chief."
"Wait. Walk with me?" He asked holding out his arm for her to take. He had no idea where he'd learned that gesture, but it seemed appropriate. It was a long minute before she took the offered arm. Without speaking, the tall soldier, immaculately attired in his dress uniform, tucked the arm of his companion, a strikingly powerful and beautiful woman, into his.
The beautiful morning brightened as birds began to hunt for breakfast among the pink and white blossoms scattered beneath the trees. Master Chief noticed how the sun brought out the red in Sarah's hair. The resplendent colors around him were so unusual, he he felt the weight of his thoughts lifting. A few feet away, a female duck conducted her small family to breakfast. The couple paused to watch.
"A simple uncomplicated life," Palmer noted with a deep inhalation of morning air.
"Sarah? I am unaccustomed to apologizing. Especially when I'm not sure what I might have done. But if I had anything to do with your sudden change of mood - your unhappiness - allow me to make amends."
"How could I be unhappy in this beautiful setting with a handsome soldier about to kiss me."
"Is he?" His thumb rubbed over her bottom lip and staring intently into her face. "He doesn't want anything to cause you unhappiness, especially if it's his own social clumsiness…"
"Don't you say that." She pulled his head down, but waited for him to make the first move toward kissing her.
Master Chief brushed his lips across hers. She captured his face with both hands and bending her head back invited him to deepen the kiss. In between their tentative kisses she ask, "I thought you wanted to stop this between us?"
"I was wrong – I want to live."
"I like the sound of that. Now come back down here."
"Yes, ma'am." He slanted his mouth over hers and delved his tongue into her mouth for a quick taste. Her reaction was immediate. Master Chief pulled her closer, whispering words of endearment into her ears. The continued to kiss and speak quietly, until the time came to make a decision. After all, they were adults not teenagers.
"I believe the phrase is, 'My place or yours?'" Her happy smile was answer enough, but doubt still lingered. "Will you come with me, Sarah?"
"Of course."
All heads turned as the tall handsome couple crossed the hotel lobby. The Spartans did not hold hands or indulge in any public displays of affection. But when Master Chief opened the door to his room she was already loosening his collar. This was still so unusual to be touched...to be desired.
His uniform went carefully back into the garment bag. Naked, he turned back to her only to find she is staring at him intently. Unexpectedly, he felt shy.
"I have many scars," rubbing his hand absent mindedly over his torso.
Her eyes widened as she followed the movement of his hand over the rippling abs. The only word she could speak with the breath left in her throat was, "No!"
Bending her head, she kissed the scars, paying special attention to the bruises on his rib cage. "Don't say that about yourself. You're beautiful."
He snorted with laughter. "You're teasing me."
While she proved she wasn't teasing him with her feather light kisses to his torso, he discovered the texture of her sweater. He liked the feel of it against her skin. He wondered...he pushed her bra aside. The soft fabric molded perfectly over her breasts and she answered with her teeth sinking into his pectoral muscle.
Her nipples hardened under his hands. Perhaps if he rubbed…? Yes, she reacted by strongly sucking his nipple into her mouth. He practically came up on his toes...he hadn't known...didn't realize. Her teeth grazed over him again. Master Chief wanted that to happen again... and again...and harder...
She got the idea when he pressed her face to his chest. "Sarah…?"
The Master Chief for whom the smallest detail could mean the difference between survival or mission failure, continued to study the effect of gently pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and how much pressure yielded a sound of pleasure from her.
Without moving her mouth from his chest, she moved his hands to her skirt and showed him how to release the buttons. It fell to her ankles and his fingers encountered a new sensation. The soft silky slide of his fingertips across her lacy panties. His instincts took over for him, for he was helpless now to resist the ancient drives. He filled his hands with the firm cheeks of her ass and hauled her against him. The aftershock of the impact of her hips against his groin brought them both up for air.
Master Chief hesitated for a moment, but Commander Palmer did not and she back them both up to the bed and pulled him down with her.
"I want you now!" And he ripped away the lacy fabric and was inside her before she landed on the mattress.
The intensity of their joining and the euphoria associated with reconnecting made them oblivious to the motion of the bed as it surrendered to gravity and the combined weight of the two Spartans. John did remember to stop himself from completely crushing Sarah by landing on his forearms. That was soon forgotten when she tipped her hips up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Master Chief ground his teeth together. This was very different than the first time. He was buried inside her. He had to move. The first time he drew back and his hips pushed against her pubic bone he felt his control slipping away. He would take her now, mark her somehow, he would never let never go. He couldn't have stopped now if a pair of Hunters walked into the room. Well, if his magnum was laying right there, he could get a shot off...
This was also going much faster than the first time. The pliant body beneath him spread herself to take as much of him in as possible. She was touching him with gentle hands. Encouraging him and saying words he'd never heard before. Sweet kisses that tingled on his skin.
"John…" she sighed, kissing his face and sweeping her hands across his torso and down over his butt and gripping the firm muscles.
"...beautiful." Nothing could touch him in his armor. Years spent in isolation, separated from everything and everyone around him. Now here he was naked and exposed and vulnerable. She called him her love. She'd promised to keep him safe. Tears stung his eyes. A fire banked for too long flared to life. Pulling every drop of blood and every thought to the point of their joining.
How could other men joke about this? It was more than he could take, but he couldn't stop. His last conscious thought was Sarah wrapping her Spartan-strong arms and legs around him so he was surrounded by her sweetness. When the release came he gripped her and pushed one last time as he poured himself into her in pulsing waves.
Sarah Palmer lay beneath John reveling in the experience of this moment. That he trusted her enough to allow this humbled her. Kissing his cheek she listened to his breathe as it slowed. Maybe this would never end, maybe they could just stay like this forever. But even if they could as he relaxed against her, breathing became almost impossible.
"John?"
"Hmm?"
"I can't breath."
Hu mumbled against her ear. "I guess they're not training Spartans like they used to...too bad, really."
"Well, at least we're not made out of some old fashioned metal. Like iron, maybe? You are so heavy! Move. Please."
"Lowers the standard for all of us..."
"You think I can't push you off me, Mister Big-Shot Spartan two?"
"Spartan four's are really not the same caliber..." he did however lift some of his weight off her. And that was a mistake because in favor of gentlemanly behavior his movement gave her just enough room to slide her legs under him. Now the strongest part of her body was under the Master Chief's center of gravity.
Before his look of you wouldn't dare faded, he was neatly flipped off the bed. He turned in mid-air and before his back hit the carpet he was back on his feet. Sarah laughed as she faced him from the other side of the bed. He had strength, but she had maneuverability.
I will catch you, Sarah. Do not underestimate me."
"I'd say it's you who will underestimate me."
He was magnificent to look at, all muscle and brawn and raw power. It caused even a senior Spartan on board the the largest ship in the fleet weak in the knees to see him like this.
This was simply a matter of trajectories and leverage. She was grinning at him, watching him and trying to guess which way he might move. In a moment he would catch her and he knew just what he would do when she was back in his arms. He didn't think she would mind losing this battle.
She was playing, a skillset the Master Chief hadn't actually learned yet. But he had no intention of losing this battle so when he fainted right she dodged left. While she laughed, he reached across the bed and grabbed the hand nearest him. The momentum yanked her directly off her feet and into his arms. So that when she completed the turn he grabbed her other hand and followed her body down, allowing the momentum to pull him down on top of her. With her legs spread under his chest and her hands captured in each of his, she was trapped.
Master Chief rested his head on her stomach and congratulated himself on a perfectly executed take down.
"John, you'll pay for this."
"Threatening a Spartan? May I work off my fine?"
"What are you talking about…"
She hadn't seen John lift his head and place a kiss on the soft curls between her legs. Her whole body jerked in response.
"Wait… John… Oh…"
Slowly, so slowly she impatiently tried to raise up off the bed to lift herself up to him, he eased his mouth down over her again and slipped his tongue between the folds. As he thought she might be, she was still very aroused. That he was tasting the effects of their initial release aroused him further. But first, he would make sure she found what she needed. The taste was erotic and intensely sexual. Her writhing body beneath his brought him to painful erection against the mattress and demanded attention. But it would have to wait because she was calling out to him.
She chanted his name, while he kissed her deeply and worked his tongue over her clit. So many sensitive areas to test. He'd released her hands by now and she grabbed his head.
"John, stay… don't move… please...Don't stop. Right there...Oh, J-J-John… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

John Freeman Mackie (October 1, 1835–June 18, 1910) was a United States Marine and a recipient of America's highest military decoration—the Medal of Honor—for his actions in the American Civil War. He was the first Marine to receive the Medal of Honor: wiki/John_F._Mackie
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The times are tough now, just getting tougher
This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher
Cover me, come on baby, cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Promise me baby you won't let them find us
Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us
Cover me, shut the door and cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Outside's the rain, the driving snow
I can hear the wild wind blowing
Turn out the light, bolt the door
I ain't going out there no more
This whole world is out there just trying to score
I've seen enough I don't want to see any more,
Cover me, come on and cover me
I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
-Bruce Springsteen
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