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TITLE: Tall Enough for You?
CHAPTER: 1
LOCATION: UNSC Infinity

It's my custom to take a walk before turning in. The exercise clears my head from the stress of missions and paperwork. The peace and quiet gives me the opportunity to think and plan for the next duty day. The corridors at this level of the ship are kept at half-light and often deserted. Today had been especially difficult. We almost lost one of my best Spartans. The Docs promised me Thorne would recover. But he's one of my favorites so I still worry. Although I never allowed my fire teams to know. I did have my favorites. Thorne was a quiet and courageous young man who always got the job done. While show-offs like DeMarco and Hoya were the same, but with egos to match. In their defense, without that bravado, courage and drive they couldn't do the jobs required of them. As commander of the fire teams, I had to have more of that than any of them. We are young, strong, fearless and without peer. We are Spartans.
I listened to my own frenetic thoughts and the sound of my hurried footsteps as I continued down the darkened corridors. Even my heartbeat pounded too loud in my ears. So attempting to slow down, I stopped and leaned against a bulkhead. Breathe, Palmer. Breathe.
Thorne lost his entire family on New Phoenix. He never spoke of it, not to me anyway. But the grief was there in those big brown eyes of his. We'd all lost someone. Why did his seem more tragic? Perhaps because he still looked so young. I'm so sorry for your loss. Breathe.
A few more yards and I heard something ahead of me and stopped. Through the silence and gloom came the sound of voices. Was I about to interrupt a personal conversation? I stayed quiet because I was certainly not interested in busting crewmen for fraternization. Before I could retrace my steps, I recognized Captain Lasky's voice. But who is he talking to? The CO said something which sounded like, "..soldiers and humanity are not two different things. Soldiers are not machines, they're just people."
Silence. Then, "I'll let you have the deck to yourself, Chief."
Captain Lasky's footsteps echoed away, and the other voice whispered into the gloom. Spoken with such intensity and longing, my heart pounded in response. The tone of his voice echoed my own personal issues. I stepped closer, but stayed just out of sight.
"She said that to me once. About not being a machine," then he turned in my direction, as if he were looking right at me. "Commander Palmer?"
So much for stealth. "How did you know I was there?"
He cocked his head but didn't answer.
"Of course, you knew." And I knew exactly how. It was my job to know the Spartan Mjolnir armor tactical and battlefield capabilities down to the smallest microprocessor. Surprisingly, I managed to stop myself from another sarcastic response. Now was not the time. The enigma...The man, in front of me was grieving for the only true partner he'd ever known. I should walk away, just like the Skipper had. Because, I knew all about weapons, tactics, how to yell, motivate, order and belittle. But not how to have a simple conversation with a man. I couldn't even have a conversation with Captain Lasky without falling into the defensive habit of sarcasm and humor.
"Well, have you figured it out?" That came out like an accusation and not at all how I meant to say it.
Again, he didn't answer.
"Look, I'm serious. I really want to know, because with this war and my responsibilities I'm not just beginning to feel like a machine. I function as a machine. Gets me through the day. Helps me order those young men into life threatening situations and compartmentalize. I get all that. It's part of the job. That's what they teach you in Spartan school and Officer's Training. I'm filled with hundreds of tiny boxes of compartmentalized emotions and not much else."
Where had all these words come from? I suddenly felt as if I were confessing something. I stopped talking and walked over to the view screen. I wondered how he would take what I was about to say? I didn't even know how I felt about it, because I'd really just thought of it. "Master Chief, I wonder if, of all the crew on this ship, perhaps we could help each other?"
The only answer I got was a shake of his head. Then he nearly flinched when I turned and put my hand on his arm. "Let me help."
He carefully moved his arm from under my hand. "Ma'am, I don't understand."
"I don't plan to waste your time telling you how much I admire you, how brave you are or that I understand about Cortana's death."
"It would be wrong..."
"Ah, so you do understand."
Silence again, though he continued to stare at me. Not that I would ever admit it. But the strength of his regard even through that visor was intimidating. A few moments more and I dropped my eyes and turned to leave.
"Stay if that is what you wish."
"It is what I wish." I gave him some space and returned my attention to the view screen. Earth hung out there against the stars, like a precious sapphire, bright and eternal. "She's beautiful and yet so vulnerable," I commented to the view screen.
The words he spoke next took me by surprise, because instead of the ten feet I'd left between us he was standing right behind me.
"Yes, she is." He reached down and pulled the band holding my hair back. The unaccustomed sensation of my hair swinging over my cheeks was startling. The armor, the hair, the demeanor, gone. I suddenly felt as if I'd been unmasked.
I tried to return the gesture by slipping the catches of his helmet. I was moving too fast, and I realized it too late when he ducked his head.
A compliment? A compliment from the Master Chief. My stomach did a slow flip. Maybe I should keep going? "Chief, I think happiness is too big a word for people like you and me. I think I can promise you some peace. Even if a moment is all we can afford."
Hidden behind his armor there's no other way I can think of to break through to him. So I rose up on my toes and pressed my cheek against his helmet. Before I released him, I swiped two fingers across his faceplate. That most intimate of Spartan gestures got a reaction and his hands went around my waist.
"What are you doing?" His deep baritone rumbled into the silence. His tone both a question and a warning.
"Trying to show you that I'm a Spartan just like you and you can trust me. Goodnight, Master Chief."
An hour later, I was in my quarters, towel drying my hair when the door opened. Standing there in my UNSC issue briefs and tank top with my hair falling around my face. I couldn't imagine who would simply walk in. Not even DeMarco would go that far. The height and unmistakable size immediately identified my visitor. He just stood in the doorway with the corridor light illuminating him from behind. The Chief's eyes and face completely hidden in shadow. The towel slipped from my hands and my breath caught.
"Come in," I said quietly and thought, come in before someone walks down the hall and sees you staring at me that way, or me dressed in my underwear. I still had to take him by the hand and pull him into the room. The door slid shut behind him, just as I heard Paul DeMarco's voice in the corridor, banging on doors and yelling for the team to hurry up. Everyone in Spartan Town was excited to get down to earth. Thankfully, the door closed on before he made it to my end of the corridor.
Then I got my first look at Master Chief without his armor. He had changed into UNSC Infinity fatigues. His short brown hair contained just a hint of gray. Incredibly broad shoulders and muscled arms over a narrow waist, spoke to his strength. Handsome and compelling, his pale complexion and hooded brown eyes reflected his soul. Most people learned how to hide that depth of emotion, but he'd never learned. Never had to.
We watched each other for a full minute until I finally walked up to him and embraced him the same way I had when he was in his armor. Only this time when his hands landed on my waist they weren't covered in armor reinforced gauntlets and the skin on my abdomen and waist were bare to his touch. He must have showered, because he smelled good enough to eat. Whoa, hold on Palmer; one step at a time. Resting my forehead against his shoulder all the stress and all the worry flowed out of me and filled me with a need. I didn't want to be anywhere else in the universe except right here with this man. From reading his service record to staring at him like a damn teenager, he is as attractive as I'd always imagined. So I decided to take one more and kiss his cheek, "I'm glad you're here," and I meant it. He didn't respond. So now there's a silent 6 foot 10 inch giant in my quarters. Perhaps I should get dressed?
"Maybe I should get dressed?" I offered.
"That won't be necessary."
He followed up his answer by tightening his grip. When his hands began to move, I forced myself to stay still and just watched his face. I thought he might need to see my expression and that he'd watch me for my reaction. Whatever he observed on my face had to be honest. He would be suspicious of anything less. The strength and warmth in his hands soaked through to my bones.
Then one hand stayed on my shoulder, and the other began to explore my face. Fingertips glided over my cheekbones and over my ears. My eyes and through my hair. My eyes slid closed for a moment. While I marveled at the gentleness of his touch, his thumb ran across my lower lip.
"Commander Palmer, I'm here at your invitation. If you've changed your mind, please say so now."
I let my actions answer for me when I let my tongue touch his thumb. I could tell he liked it when he sucked in a breath. So with my eyes open and staring into his I caught his hand and pushed his thumb gently and slowly into my mouth. It was his turn to close his eyes, and his fingers flexed involuntarily around my cheek. The hand moved again as it began to explore the inside of my mouth with his thumb. When I closed my mouth around it, he spoke again.
"Sarah?"
Oh, the way he said my name. Part question and part plea. I could get used to that. I sunk my teeth into the meat of his thumb. His eyes widened in response and for a few moments we played tug o' war.
When I finally released his fingers he traced a line down my neck with the tip of his wet thumb. Around the curved edge of my top. Now he was paying attention to my reaction. Hopefully, no longer waiting for rejection or that he'd made a mistake by coming here. He experimented by sliding his fingers under the narrow band of fabric at my shoulder. Pulling the fabric slowly down and baring my shoulder. Apparently he liked what he saw in my face because he pulled the other one down. I was nearly trembling when he spread his large hand over my chest.
"Your heart is pounding against my hand."
"Yes, John. And it's your fault." I looked up at him with a challenge in my eyes. I doubted he ever backed away from a challenge. I was right, because with the speed of his skills and training, my shirt disappeared. He watched in fascination as my breasts reacted to the cool air.
With all the training, missions and responsibilities, I actually hadn't been with that many men. How many? I'm not telling. You might find it rather amusing if you found out just how few. So this slow exploration was incredibly erotic and yet strange. Like a place you knew how to get to, but forgot the process. Soon I wouldn't be able to stay on my feet. But he was still showing signs of bolting so I held my ground. And Spartans know how to hold their ground.
I just leaned in, when he spread his hands over my breasts. Then reaching up on my toes I pulled his head down for a kiss. Was it more erotic to be kissed by a man who'd never in his memory kissed anyone? As he moved his mouth across my lips, I decided, it was. Because he wasn't shoving his tongue in my mouth. Biting my lips or sucking my face off to prove his mastery over me. Simply, gently tasting me and thoroughly studying textures and pressure. Comparing my reaction to the difference in sucking my tongue into his mouth versus my lower lip. The texture of my tongue against his. Totally focused on kissing me it was as erotic as it was innocent.
Against my mouth he whispered, "not finished," and dropped gracefully to his knees in front of me. Then he took up where his hands left off and continued exploring my torso with his lips and gentle kisses. I was certainly tall, but he was taller. That put his face level with my chest. And I was hoping he would...or maybe I was praying... Then he did and when he pulled my right breast into his mouth, words of encouragement flowed breathlessly from me. I almost didn't recognize the sound of my voice. Then he got the idea, because he wrapped an arm around my waist and continued kissing and sucking his way across my chest.
A soldier becomes desensitized to pain and discomfort. A wound is ignored in favor of the mission requirements. Don't feel. Keep moving. Keep shooting. Stay alive. It's easy to forget and I had forgotten about the woman's flesh under the armor. As his mouth moved across my skin, he brought it to life again with every kiss and caress of his tongue.
"John... please. Please."
I was rocking against the pressure of his mouth and suddenly I dug my nails into his shoulders and shattered in a shower of sparks that began at my breasts arched across to his lips, sparkled across my closed eyelids and ignited a path of fire straight down between my legs. When I could open my eyes I looked down into his eyes. The corners were crinkled. Was he actually smiling? I think he actually looked a bit smug. Good for you, Chief.
"John? I need to sit..."
"No."
And he turned his face against my stomach and went back to work. A Spartan on a mission is a beautiful thing and we could be particularly single-minded.
I suddenly worried what he would think of what he was about to find between my legs. Drenched and open, he might not find it...appealing. I guess he did because he was kissing me there just like he'd kissed my mouth. Exploring, testing and tasting...
I hissed his name as his tongue glided between the folds of my labia. And this wonderful generous man kneeling at my feet didn't require an anatomy lesson because he very quickly found all the right parts, or maybe I underestimated him and he knew about women. It didn't really matter, because this man was doing incredible things... and I was once again moving against him in complete abandon.
When I came against his mouth the world went black. I might have fainted. I may have screamed. Were these rooms soundproofed, I wondered? I hoped so, otherwise Fire Team Majestic would be charging through the door any second. Crimson would follow to take pictures and fight over who really arrived on the scene first. Had I locked the door? Then I forgot all that when he let me slide boneless to the deck.
Grabbing his shirt to stop myself from falling all the way to a mindless puddle on the floor. When I could think I again, with the understanding this might prove a stopping point for him. I slowly pulled his shirt out of the fatigue pants. When he didn't protest I pulled it up and away from his torso. The muscled chest and shoulders stopped the breath in my lungs. There were scars and a new bruise on his rib cage and another, raging purple and red, on his shoulder. This magnificent body begged to be touched. To be explored. So I began with the bruise on his shoulder by kissing it gently. Then I checked in with him. There is no definition for the look in his eyes, but it melted my heart.
"Trust me?"
His answer was a hard kiss and I felt him shift impatiently against me. Okay, Master Chief. I'll quit wasting time. I unlaced his boots and he pushed them off his feet. With my eyes on his face, I opened his fatigue pants. I whispered into his ear, "Your turn," and bit his earlobe. Then I slipped my hand deep inside.
Just to stay on the side of caution I kept my hand on the outside of his briefs. What I found there was burning with heat, hard and in need of serious attention. Then to my complete yet delighted surprise, he turned my face up to his, "Tall enough for you?"
And I thought, Oh you beautiful man. You have a sense of humor. I get it now and I can keep up with you. "Well, that depends. There are other considerations than size," I replied, matching his serious tone.
"Commander, a training scenario requires a thorough coverage of the basics."
"I couldn't agree more." I replied in the same tone and slipped my hand inside his briefs and wrapped my fingers gently around his erection. When I pulled up, he followed the action and came to his knees.
While he was up on his knees I pushed his pants down and off. Grabbing me by the waist he pulled me closer. I felt his arousal slip across my belly and I captured it again.
"No."
"Oh, yes. Just let me."
Then I grabbed his lips with mine and continued to caress him. I reveled in the fact that no one had ever touched him like this. When I cupped his testicles he groaned into my mouth. While I congratulated myself on my skills at pleasing him, he suddenly picked me up and sat me down on him. It was perhaps a little more intense than he expected because when he was inside me and my butt was resting his thighs he threw back his head and groaned. He stifled himself immediately and bent his head against my shoulder. Then he pulled my legs out behind him and lifted me with his hands under my butt. His breath was quick and raspy; his eyes wild and maybe just a little bit uncertain. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on.
"It's okay. I've got you."
So there we were on the floor of my cabin hanging on to each other, like there was nothing else in the universe to come between us. And there wasn't because I wouldn't allow it. In fact, I'd fight it to the death. Because I realized I would do anything to give this man the peace he so deserved and the pleasure he'd been so long denied. He was silent as he found his own rhythm and continued thrusting into me. And I just held him close, kept him safe.
His movements brought me to orgasm again. He must have felt it building in me - clever Spartan - because suddenly he stopped moving and framed my head in his hands.
"Ready. Again?"
"Yes." I can hardly stay conscious and he's asking me questions. It was so endearing and so innocent.
"I want..."
All I could do was nod. What streamed through my head was, whatever you want... just ask... anything. Then he grabbed my butt again, not quite as gently as before and increased the tempo. So deep inside me, it was almost painful. But I held onto him. He was about to lose control and I wondered if he feared it. Then my orgasm struck, me pulling me down against his body. I heard his groan which almost sounded like pain. His release pulsed and throbbed deep inside me.
Well, the fearless and feared Commander Palmer had tears in her eyes. He pulled back suddenly. Peering into my face.
"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Worry had softened his voice and his grip loosened slightly.
"Oh, no, John. No."
He stood up carrying me in his arms and laid us both down on my bunk. He rose above me carding his fingers into my hair and kissing my cheeks, my eyes and lips.
"At peace?"
I shook my head and he frowned. "I have injured you."
"John, you've made me very happy." The smile that lit up his face was worth a year's pay. He rolled us over to rest my head on his chest. A lovely wonderful place to rest your head. I was feeling very proprietary about this man and stretched my arms across him to hold him close.
"I should leave," he said quietly trying to sit up.
"I want you to stay."
"Is that an order, ma'am?"
I rose up and rested my chin on his chest to look at him. More humor? Delightful. "Do I need to make it an order, Master Chief?"
He shook his head. "Perhaps I'll stay a while longer. At least until I get my training evaluation."
He had a devilish little-boy grin. And I was the only one who knew about it. Of course, he was stronger than I. But just to make a point, I wrapped myself around him as if meant to pin him down. And with all the seriousness I could muster replied, "Trainee met or exceeded all requirements and expectations. Now we had better get some sleep. Those Covies aren't going to kill themselves you know."
His chuckle rumbled beneath my cheek. Just before I drifted off, I heard him whisper, "Beautiful Sarah, thank you."

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