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The Pleasures of Battle and Flesh	By : PurplishTurtle Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The room was dim, illuminated only by the neon glow of advertisements that slowly floated above neighboring skyscrapers, casting an ever-shifting light of pinks, blues, oranges, and greens. From the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, a stunning panorama revealed a sea of lights and activity from the sprawling city below. Distant music and the hum of air traffic drifted in from the open balcony, but the noise was muted and distant. Absurdly expensive sheets of silken softness were cool against her skin, the fabric sliding across her shins like water as she moved. There was nothing she could even pretend to complain about - everything was perfect, luxurious, and beautiful.
So why did she feel so bored?
Samus tried to focus on the man beneath her, on his strong arms and the way his body moved in time with hers. He was handsome enough. Clean cut with a sharp jawline and deep brown eyes. She'd had fun with him a few times before and he was eager to please. Hung on her every word, fawned over her, and tripped over himself to get her to bed. It should have been good and in a way it was. But it wasn't. Not really. Her mind wandered and her body didn't want to respond to the sensations she knew she should be enjoying. It was as if she was watching the scene from the outside rather than living it.
The bounty hunter found herself gazing out the window, her eyes following the slow passage of the holographic advertisements. The latest model of luxury hover car morphed into a couple embracing on an idyllic beach. 'Find what you're missing,' promised the glowing text. Samus let her mind drift as the colors continued to shift and flow across the sky. She thought of her ship, docked in the city below, and the upgrades it could use. Material and labor were always difficult to source for a ship as unique as hers.
A particularly loud groan from below drew her attention back to the present. She'd been moving her hips the whole time, the motion more automatic and unconscious than anything. Her partner was panting, jaw clenched and eyes screwed shut in concentration.
She tried to remember what his name was. Something with a B. It didn't matter. He wasn't important. He was just a convenient fuck to help her forget how shitty her week had been. A bounty gone wrong, a lead that didn't pan out, and a whole lot of nothing to show for her efforts. She needed to blow off steam and this was her go-to method. It had always worked fine in the past. She shifted her hips slightly, trying to find an angle that felt right. B-man was big, she had to give him that. He was able to hit all the right spots, but not in the right way. Not the way that made her toes curl and vision blur. Not the way that...
Samus clenched her jaw, cursing herself for thinking of him again. It was absurd that she couldn't get that smug, arrogant bastard out of her head. Weeks had passed since the Blackjack finished its repairs and she and Corsinni had parted ways. They'd shared a few nights together while it was being repaired, and each one had been incredible, but it was just sex. Mind-blowing sex, sure, but nothing more than that. She'd had plenty of other amazing lovers, but none of them had lingered in her thoughts as much as him. Why couldn't she stop thinking about that fucking pirate?
"Fuck!" Frustration boiled over inside of her, and she took it out on her current bedmate. Her movements became harsh and aggressive as she rode him hard. Her partner seemed to take it as a good sign though, grinning up at her and making a noise of approval.
"You're so unbelievably hot..." His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into the firm muscle of her ass as he tried to keep up with her frenzied rhythm.
"Don't talk." Samus snapped, her fingernails leaving crescent-shaped welts on his chest. She didn't want to hear his voice. It sounded wrong. She wanted to hear the voice that taunted her dreams. She wanted to hear the confident, arrogant words that filled her with anger and fire. She wanted Corsinni.
"Fuck!" She swore again, louder this time. She hated how much she craved him. Hated how her body ached for him. Hated how he'd somehow wormed his way under her skin. Into her thoughts. She'd tried to ignore it, to distract herself with work, but it hadn't helped. He was always there, lurking in the back of her mind. Waiting for the chance to remind her of what she was missing.
Samus growled in frustration and rode B-man faster, slamming her hips down onto him with enough force to bruise. Shadows covered half of his face in the shifting light, and with his eyes closed, he could almost - almost - pass for her pirate. She closed her own eyes and tried to imagine Corsinni beneath her, but the illusion wouldn't take hold. He felt wrong, smelled wrong, breathed wrong.
Hands grabbed at her, rough and eager, but not the right kind of rough and eager. She slapped them away and opened her eyes, her gaze cold and angry. "No touching." She growled in irritation as he raised his arms and placed them at his sides without a fight. Of course he did. The thought only further annoyed her. She closed her eyes again, trying to focus on pleasure instead of frustration. An orgasm would clear her head, let her put this whole mess behind her and move on.
Samus rolled her hips and felt him shudder beneath her. He was close, but she was nowhere near. While she could keep this going until she got there, she wasn't enjoying herself enough to justify it. A sigh left her lips and she opened her eyes to see the man beneath her desperately trying to fight off his climax. She didn't have time for this. She needed to get this over with so she could be alone.
"Finish yourself off and leave." She commanded, lifting herself from him and moving off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower." She didn't bother to look back at him, already knowing he would obey.
"Did I do some-"
"No."
"Do you want me to -"
"No."
"But, you didn't -"
Samus turned to look at him over her shoulder. "I think you've misunderstood our relationship. We're nothing. We fuck when it's convenient for me. That's it." A small pang of guilt stabbed at her chest at the way his face fell. He looked like a kicked puppy. She sighed, her tone softening. "Look, it's not you, okay?" It was definitely him. "I just have something on my mind and I'm not feeling it tonight." That much was true.
"Can I see you again?" He asked, his voice hopeful.
She turned away from him again. "Maybe." The lie seemed to placate him and she didn't hear any more questions. As the door to the bathroom slid shut behind her, soft groans and gasps from the other room let her know he had taken her command to heart. He was good at that.
The bathroom was nearly as luxurious as the bedroom, with marble tiles and a large, glass-enclosed shower with actual water. Not the cheaper sonic cleansing systems that were so common. She stepped under the spray before it had a chance to warm up, the cold water making her skin break out into goosebumps. Samus leaned against the tiled wall and sighed. Her body was still on fire, demanding the release it had been denied, but she couldn't bring herself to give it what it wanted. The idea of using her own hands to finish was unappealing, her traitorous mind would no doubt wander to the one thing she was trying to avoid. It would be better to ignore her body's demands and hope they went away on their own.
Samus stayed under the water until all traces of her disappointing hookup were washed from her skin, long enough for the water to turn from cold to scalding to cold again. A large mirror dominated one wall of the bathroom and she caught sight of herself as she stepped out of the shower, pausing to take in the reflection. Wet blonde hair plastered to her scalp, water dripping from the tips and leaving trails down her body. Harsh white light from above highlighted the dark circles under her eyes. Her lips were pursed in a thin line, a frown etched on her features. She felt worse than she looked.
"Fuck you Corsinni. Ruining my favorite hobby for me." She glared at her own reflection and scoffed. "No. It was one bad fuck. I was just distracted. I can still enjoy myself just fine." She sighed and leaned on the countertop, palms pressing into the cool tile. It didn't even sound convincing to her own ears. "Should I call him?" She asked the woman in the mirror, searching for answers in her own emerald eyes.

***

Corsinni watched the stars as they streaked past the ship's viewports, the infinite blackness of space stretching out endlessly in front of him. He sat at the controls of the Blackjack, the only source of light coming from the faint glow of the consoles. The autopilot could easily take care of keeping in formation with the merchant convoy they were guarding, but he enjoyed the quiet moments at the helm. He leaned back in his seat and ran a hand through his hair. It had grown out again, and the thick brown curls were back to falling on his face. He'd have to get it cut soon.
He sighed and closed his eyes, letting the hum of the ship fill his ears. It was the middle of the 'night' and the rest of his crew was asleep, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Thoughts that inevitably turned to the same subject that had been dominating his mind for over a month now.
Every thought of the bounty hunter was accompanied by an intense desire to see her again. To touch her, kiss her, and have her writhing beneath him once more. She was like an itch he couldn't scratch, a craving that wouldn't go away. He couldn't stop thinking about her. The way she smelled, the way her hair tickled his skin, the little moans and whimpers she made when he found a sensitive spot. The way her lips curled up in a smirk as she teased and taunted him. The way her eyes sparkled when she was about to get what she wanted. Her eyes. God, her eyes. He could get lost in those eyes. The way they could shine with amusement, darken with lust, or soften when she was content and happy.
It was driving him mad.
A chime from the console snapped him out of his thoughts. A blinking indicator on the communication array showed an incoming message. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who the hell would be calling him? He hesitated for a moment, before deciding to answer. The holographic display flickered to life, bathing the cockpit in a soft blue glow as a familiar face materialized before him, the sight hitting him like a physical blow.
"Samus?!" Her name escaped his lips before he could mask his surprise. She looked exactly as he remembered—perhaps more beautiful, if that were possible. For a moment, all his carefully practiced nonchalance abandoned him.
"Hey," she said casually as if they'd last spoken just yesterday.
His heartbeat quickened traitorously in his chest, and he forced himself to lean back casually in his chair, as if her unexpected call hadn't just made his night—hell, his month. "What can I do for you, my lady huntress?"
She rolled her eyes, but her lips curled into a hint of a smile. "Don't call me that." The bounty hunter paused and seemed to debate her next words as if she wasn't sure why she called him. "I thought I'd check in to see how you were adjusting to civilian life," she said finally, her tone carefully neutral. "Staying out of trouble?"
Corsinni propped his feet on the console in front of his seat. "You could ask that hardass you call an AI. It made sure I knew you'd hear the second we stepped out of line."
Samus replied with a shrug. "I'd rather hear it from you. Besides, you might have found a way to trick Adam. You seem the resourceful type."
"I'm wounded. You think I would do something like that?" He placed a hand over his heart. "I'll have you know we've been the picture of innocence ever since you fixed up the Blackjack. Thanks to you getting our records wiped, I was able to land a contract guarding convoys between core Fed planets and their colonies. Dallen and Vance grumble that it's boring, but the pay's good enough for them to entertain themselves whenever we're planetside."
"Good." Samus smiled, and the expression lit up her face. "I didn't think you'd backslide, but it's nice to hear." Her voice was warm and sincere, her eyes bright. She looked happier than he'd ever seen her. The thought filled him with a sense of pride - he had a part in putting that smile on her face. "And how are you?"
"I'm doing great," Corsinni answered, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards. "I'm talking to a beautiful woman. Only problem is she's far away from me." He gave her a wink and a crooked smile. "It's a shame really. All that beauty shouldn't be wasted on a screen."
Samus' laughter was like music to his ears. It was soft, light, and filled with genuine amusement. "A shame indeed. But I'm sure you've found other sources of beauty to occupy yourself with."
Corsinni shook his head. "Turns out my tastes have become rather specific lately. It's a problem I've had since meeting you." Amusement remained in her eyes and Corsinni decided to press his luck. "So, how about it, Sammy? Why don't we meet up so we can indulge each other's newfound specific tastes?"
"No Sammy either." Another roll of her eyes. "And who says anything changed for me?" She arched an eyebrow at him and a smug smile formed on her lips. "I've never had a problem finding company. Maybe you're not as unforgettable as you think."
Corsinni didn't need any special intuition to tell she was lying and trying to provoke him. Her voice was steady, but it had a hint of a breathless quality to it. Her pupils were too large and the way her tongue darted out to lick her lips - it was all too obvious. "Maybe." Corsinni echoed her words, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "But I bet you're full of shit. You called because you miss me." She said nothing in response, which was more than enough. "You were lying in bed at night remembering everything we did together, how I made you feel, and you wanted more." He paused, letting his words sink in. Corsinni's eyes flicked down, the hologram showing her thighs rubbing against each other slightly before she caught herself. "Tell me I'm wrong."
Samus' nostrils flared and she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her mouth snapped closed and she narrowed her eyes. It was a look of pure anger that he couldn't help but see as adorable. Not that he'd tell her that, of course. Samus' mouth opened and closed once more before she finally settled on a single word. "Bastard."
Corsinni laughed and grinned widely at her. "Maybe, but I'm not cruel, princess. I won't make you admit how desperate you are. I know it would wound your pride." He paused, enjoying the way she fumed at him. It was almost too easy to push her buttons, but it was time to end his game before she got mad enough to actually disconnect. "How about this? The convoy I'm with will be at New Daiban by tomorrow. You pick your favorite spot to get drinks. We talk, catch up, and see where things go. No strings attached. Just two people having fun and enjoying each other's company."
Samus crossed her arms under her chest. "I'm supposed to fly halfway across the sector in a day for your 'company'?
"It's where I'll be." He shrugged. "You called me, remember?"
"Arrogant prick." Samus bit off each word. Her fingers drummed against her arm in a steady rhythm. The seconds stretched between them slowly until finally, she spoke. "Fine. Tomorrow at twenty-hundred, The Midnight Star. And you're buying."
A sharp thrill shot through him, his pulse quickening at her words. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
She leaned forward to end the call but paused, her eyes traveling over him one more time. "I like your hair like that." Her voice was softer and her eyes widened slightly after, as if surprised by her own admission.
The feed cut out abruptly, leaving Corsinni staring at the empty space where her hologram had been. He ran a hand through his hair, the curls bouncing back against his palm. "I'll have to keep that in mind." He sank back into his seat and looked out the viewport again. The starry expanse seemed a bit brighter than before.

***

Corsinni's eyes scanned the unassuming bar, taking in the various groups of patrons. A couple of bounty hunters were having a heated discussion in a booth, a handful of Federation officers were talking over drinks, and a group of marines were laughing as one of their own failed to talk up a waitress. It took him some time to even find the place. The Midnight Star didn't appear to distinguish itself from the other bars on the lower levels of the station in any significant way. The most interesting feature was a stage at the back where a musician played soft jazz music to accompany the low lighting. It was a quiet and intimate place, a good choice for a date. He couldn't help but wonder if Samus had chosen it for that very reason. Maybe she did have a bit of a romantic side after all.
"Looking for someone?" A familiar voice broke him out of his thoughts and his head whipped around to find its source. There was a figure sitting in a booth at the back of the room. The lights were dim and he could barely make out her silhouette, but there was no mistaking that voice.
"Princess," he grinned, sliding into the seat opposite her. "Do you always skulk in the shadows or is that just for me?"
"You're not going to stop with the names, are you?" Samus rolled her eyes and sighed. She was dressed in civilian clothes: a white shirt that hugged her figure, black pants and boots, a blue jacket draped across the seat. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, her golden locks shimmering in the light. Corsinni had to stop his hand from reaching out and running his fingers through it.
"That one bother you? I can always come up with another one." Corsinni's eyes roamed over her body, drinking in her appearance. It wasn't often he saw her without her power suit on and the casual look was definitely working for her. Without the armor or fancy blue jumpsuit, the most dangerous bounty hunter in the galaxy could almost pass for an ordinary, albeit beautiful, woman. Almost. There was an air of deadly grace that clung to her like a second skin even when relaxed.
"Princess I'm actually used to. A friend called me that because he said our CO always treated me like royalty." She took a sip of her cocktail, a bright green concoction in a tall glass with three cherries suspended within. "Which was bullshit. Adam never went easy on me, but it stuck anyway."
The information was a small piece of Samus' past that she didn't need to share. He decided to take the offered olive branch. "The great Samus Aran has friends? Tell me about them."
"I've never had many and now..." She looked away and her brow furrowed. "It's a bit much for 'no strings attached.'"
Corsinni held up his hands in surrender. "Fair enough. What's a good drink to celebrate my new life as a law-abiding citizen?"
"Try mine." The look on her face couldn't have been more suspicious if she'd tried, but Corsinni took the bait anyway. He grabbed the glass from her and took a small sip. The liquid burned his throat more than any hard liquor he'd ever had and he couldn't contain a small coughing fit.
"What the hell is that?" He asked, his voice hoarse. He could feel the drink burn its way all the way down his chest to his stomach.
Samus laughed and took the glass back from him. "It's part of why I like this place. A perk of saving the owner of a bar is I can get special requests fulfilled." She winked at him and took another long sip of her drink. The bounty hunter didn't even have the decency to pretend it had any effect on her at all, even fishing out a cherry with her tongue.
"Showoff," he muttered, taking a drink of water to try and quell the fire burning down his throat. It didn't work.
Samus shrugged, popped a second cherry into her mouth and sucked on it. Corsinni watched as Samus' lips closed around the small fruit and felt his cock stir. She rolled the cherry between her lips, her tongue flicking out to wrap around it before pulling it into her mouth completely. She chewed slowly, her eyes locked on his. She swallowed and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You have a thing for watching women eat cherries?" Her voice was light and playful, but he could hear the underlying smugness.
"I have a thing for you. You're the one that makes it sexy." Corsinni replied without hesitation. The faintest hint of pink colored her cheeks. It was small and subtle, but he could tell it was there. A victory. "I don't think you know how to take a compliment." He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "You're blushing."
Samus waved him away. "Don't flatter yourself captain, it's just the alcohol." She drained the rest of the liquid from her glass and flagged down the waitress, asking for another.
"Of course," he agreed easily. "The same alcohol that didn't affect you at all. Must be a delayed reaction."
"Must be." She nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. The waitress brought her another of the same green cocktail and he ordered a beer for himself, something cheap and local. If he was paying for that jet fuel the bounty hunter called a drink, he'd at least make his own money last. He took a sip from the bottle, enjoying the cool liquid as it soothed the burn in his throat.
They sat in silence for a moment, sipping their drinks and letting the sounds of the bar wash over them. The soft melody from the stage drifted through the air, accompanied by the murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses. Corsinni's eyes never left her, taking in every detail of her face, the way her hair fell in her face, the way her lips pressed against her glass.
"You here to speak or stare, pirate?" Her lips curled up in a smirk as she echoed her words from when they first met.
"I've been demoted back to pirate? Does that mean you're going to challenge me to another duel? It'd be interesting to have an audience this time." He leaned in closer to her, a grin forming on his lips as she took another sip in an attempt to hide the growing flush of her cheeks. "I promise I'll still put up a decent fight."
"We can skip the fight." Samus placed her drink on the table, her eyes locked on his. "Let's pretend you won. What would you do after?"
"I've always been better at showing than telling." His hand moved under the table, palm resting on her thigh. Corsinni could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric of her pants, muscles tensing briefly before relaxing under his touch. She spread her legs slightly in response, allowing him to slide his hand higher. His fingertips grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, tracing small circles as he worked his way to her core. Samus shifted in her seat, eyes half lidded. "But I'm sure you can use your imagination."
Rapid, shallow breaths and quiet, high-pitched whines came from her throat as he teased her. His fingers traced small circles on the thin fabric covering her sex. Even through the material, he could feel the heat coming off her. Corsinni pulled away, and her breath hitched, catching on the edge of a whimper she refused to release.
Teeth grazing her lower lip, she fixed him with a stare that smoldered with barely contained desire. "I hate you," she murmured, voice husky and low.
Corsinni's shoulders shook with silent laughter. "I just thought we could continue somewhere a little more private." With a subtle tilt of his head, he indicated the hallway at the back of the bar.
Samus scoffed and turned away from him. "We are not fucking in a bar bathroom like a couple of horny teenagers."

***

Cool tile pressed against Samus' palm as she braced one hand on the wall beside a dirty mirror and the other hastily pulled her pants down, the fabric bunching at her knees. "This is such a bad idea," she murmured as she pulled her soaked panties aside, breath fogging up the cracked glass above the metal sink she bent over. They hadn't even started yet and already the flush in her cheeks and ragged breathing made her look thoroughly fucked. "What if someone comes in?"
"It'll be fine." Corsinni looked over at the bathroom door and flipped the flimsy lock closed. "No one's getting through that." Corsinni's fingers buried themselves inside her wet pussy and his thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit. The heel of his palm was pressed firmly against her mound. "Besides, you're the one that followed me here." Another finger was added, and Samus let out a shuddering moan. "Don't tell me the galaxy's greatest bounty hunter is afraid of getting caught with her pants down."
"I'd rather not make the news." Her voice was strained, but she managed a glare over her shoulder. "If anyone does come by, I'm shoving you out there naked while I slip out."
"Very heroic," Corsinni said dryly while pushing down his own pants with his free hand.
Samus started to reply, but her words were cut short by a gasp as he curled his fingers inside her. Corsinni had gotten very good at finding the right spots. He had been an attentive lover during their first encounter, and each time after, he had paid close attention to what made her body tremble and shake with pleasure. There were times it felt like he knew her body better than she did herself.
"What's the matter? Pussy cat got your tongue?"
And then there were times he insisted on ruining the mood with his stupid jokes. "Do these come naturally or do you practice being a dumbass?" Samus growled, but any heat the words should have had was lost to the muffled moan that followed them. Corsinni's other hand had snuck around under her shirt and started playing with a nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers with perfect timing to match the movements inside her.
"Practice," Corsinni whispered. "Lots and lots of practice." He removed his fingers and pushed them into her mouth to silence her as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. Samus sucked on his digits, cleaning them of her own juices as Corsinni slid into her with one smooth thrust. The suddenness and force of the movement made her take a half step forward, hips pressed into the edge of the sink.
There was no slow buildup. No gentle caresses and whispered words of affection. Just hard, fast, and desperate. Her body sang with each impact, pleasure spiraling outward and tingling down to her curled toes. Trying to keep her voice down was a losing battle, her composure crumbled by the second. Each gasp less restrained and more audible than the last.
Corsinni's hand moved from her breast down to the junction between her legs and rubbed her swollen clit. The sensation sent a jolt up her spine and Samus arched her back, her cry muffled by his fingers in her mouth. Corsinni continued to thrust into her, his pace steady and unrelenting. The sound of skin slapping against skin softly echoed off the tiled walls. "You need to be quiet, princess. Unless you want everyone in the bar to know how much of a slut you are for my cock."
Samus moaned, her hips bucking against his. Corsinni's words were sending a thrill through her and straight to her core. She bit down lightly on his fingers and pushed back harder against him.
"You're going to get us caught," he hissed in her ear and Samus could hear the strain in his voice. He wanted to fuck her harder, she knew it. But he couldn't, not if they wanted to keep from drawing attention. She wasn't sure if she should feel grateful or disappointed. Maybe a bit of both.
So Samus decided to try and make him lose his self-control. She clenched her walls around him, milking him and savoring how his cock twitched and throbbed inside her. Corsinni groaned and bit down on her neck to stifle himself. She felt a sharp pain where his teeth sank into her skin and it only made the heat building in her core grow hotter. He was fucking her faster now, his hips slapping against hers with each thrust. Samus' hand flew to the sink, gripping the edges of the metal to keep herself steady as Corsinni pounded into her. His fingers were still in her mouth and Samus sucked on them greedily, her tongue swirling around and between his digits.
Corsinni suddenly stopped, buried to the hilt in her and his hand on her clit stilled. Samus whimpered in frustration and tried to grind against him, but he held her still. She was so close...
The sound of footsteps outside the door interrupted her. They were heavy, probably a man's. Samus could feel Corsinni's heart racing against her back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The footsteps grew louder, closer, and Samus stopped breathing. The doorknob rattled slightly and Corsinni propped a foot against the door to brace it. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears, her body tense and trembling. The heat in her core burned like a furnace and her pussy was throbbing with need. She was right there. A single touch from Corsinni would have set her off. Samus' eyes closed as she focused on the feeling of being so incredibly full. Each beat of Corsinni's heart could be felt through the cock buried inside her and she could feel her own walls clench and spasm around his length.
The door rattled and a few confused slurs could be heard from the other side. Part of her was convinced that the person knew, that they would call out or kick down the door. She imagined all the marines in the bar rushing back to discover the great Samus Aran, bent over a sink and being fucked from behind by a former pirate. There'd be no explanation she could give, no lie she could tell. They'd all know she was nothing but a dirty slut who couldn't wait to get her brains fucked out.
Samus' orgasm took her completely by surprise, the fantasy in her mind sending her tumbling over the edge. Her body trembled and her walls clamped down on Corsinni's cock, milking him desperately. She bit down on his fingers to muffle herself, her teeth sinking into his skin as she came. Corsinni grunted in pain but didn't move an inch, letting Samus ride out her orgasm on his length.
Seconds dragged on for what felt like hours until, finally, the foots steps retreated and Samus slumped forward in relief. Heavy breaths made her chest rise and fall rapidly as she came down from her climax.
"Did you just -?" Corsinni asked, amusement coloring his voice.
"Shut up," Samus cut him off, looking down to avoid meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Just fuck me, alright?" She pushed back against him, urging him to move again. She needed this. Needed him.
Corsinni didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, his hips slapping against hers as he began pounding into her with a newfound urgency. "You're kinkier than I thought," Corsinni whispered into her ear. Samus could hear the grin in his voice and flushed in embarrassment. Samus' eyes fluttered shut and she focused on the feeling of Corsinni inside her. The way his cock dragged along her walls, the way it stretched her open. How he filled her up completely and how his balls slapped against her with every thrust. She could feel every ridge, every bump, and every throb. It was intoxicating.
The fingers in her mouth moved to her throat and squeezed lightly, just enough to restrict her breathing but not cut it off completely. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Samus' body trembled as he fucked her, her legs felt like they were made of jelly and she would have collapsed if not for the cold metal of the sink that she clung to for dear life. Her heart hammered in her chest, and blood roared in her ears as the pressure on her throat increased. Stars danced in the corners of her vision, her head swimming as she was overwhelmed by sensation.
"Come for me," Corsinni's voice was low, barely more than a whisper. "I want to feel you squeeze me as you come." Corsinni's fingers released her throat and the rush of air brought Samus to the edge again. His hand slid down her stomach and his fingers found her clit. It only took two rough circles before Samus was gone again. Her vision went white as pleasure crashed over her in waves. Her pussy tightened around Corsinni and he made a low, guttural sound of approval that reverberated through her.
"Fuck, Samus. I'm gonna..." Corsinni didn't finish his sentence as his hips slammed into hers one last time. His cock pulsed inside of her and warmth blossomed in her core. Samus' hips rocked against him, drawing out his orgasm as long as she could. She wanted to feel every bit of it. Every twitch and throb, every spurt of cum that painted her insides. Damn any consequences - it felt so good. So right.
Corsinni groaned and shuddered against her, his hips jerking erratically until finally, he was spent. They stayed like that for a moment, his cock softening inside of her. Samus' eyes were heavy-lidded, her body limp and boneless. She could feel the mix of their juices slowly leaking out of her and she sighed contentedly.
Corsinni was the first to move, pulling out of her slowly. Samus felt empty without him, a hollow ache between her thighs where his cock had been. "Still think this was a bad idea?" His voice was soft and teasing, but Samus could hear a hint of something else. Pride? Arrogance? She wasn't sure.
"I've gone along with worse ideas..." Samus trailed off, thoughts scattered and slow to return. The stress of the last month had practically melted away, and she felt better than she had in a long time. With it, the haze of lust and need finished receding, and the reality of where they were became increasingly difficult to ignore. The edge of the sink dug into her hips painfully, and the floor was sticky with god-knows-what. "But if you tell anyone about this, I will find you and kill you."
"Has anyone ever told you it's kind of hot when you threaten to murder them?" Corsinni cleaned himself with a paper towel, then pulled up his pants and straightened out his clothes. "Your voice gets all low and growly. It's sexy."
"Something is wrong with you if death threats turn you on." Samus stood upright and grabbed a handful of towels to clean herself with. They didn't do much, and the cheap, scratchy paper irritated her already sensitive skin, but it was better than nothing.
"You don't get to judge after you came from us almost being caught. You're just as messed up as me." Corsinni fixed his hair in the mirror and smoothed out his shirt. "Maybe we can get a two-for-one deal with a shrink."
The memory of her sudden orgasm sent a shiver down her spine, and heat pooled in her belly again. Samus glared at him, her eyes narrowing to slits and her lips pursing tightly. It was annoying how easily he could get under her skin, even more so that he seemed to enjoy it so much. Samus turned to the mirror to fix her appearance as best she could. After a minute, she was mostly presentable - only her hair was still a wild mess. No amount of finger combing was going to help. In the end, she gave up and pulled her jacket up to hide the beginnings of a bruise from the bite on her neck.
"Next time, we're going somewhere nice." She turned to face Corsinni and jabbed a finger into his chest. "With a bed." The thought of having Corsinni on a proper bed, in a proper room, sent another spike of arousal through her, and Samus mentally cursed herself for being so easy. "I need a shower."
Corsinni grinned, his teeth gleaming in the fluorescent lighting. "Already thinking of next time, huh? Does this officially make me your 'only option'?"
"I didn't -" Samus' expression faltered, surprise breaking through her practiced composure as her mind caught up to her own words. Shit. She didn't mean to say that. Or maybe she did. It was hard to say. Hard to think clearly. She grumbled and walked past him to unlock the door. "Just buy me another drink, you bastard."
As they walked back to their booth, Samus felt an unexpected lightness. The tight knot that had been sitting in her chest for weeks had finally loosened. She knew this—whatever it was between them—complicated her carefully ordered life. Yet watching him signal the waitress with that crooked smile of his, she found herself caring less about complications and more about the possibilities.

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