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Commanding Officer x K9 Handler (Semper Fi x desperado1089)

Kat groaned lowly, her body bucking up into his hand as it slipped between her legs. Pleasure coursed through her. Trying to focus her brain on his question, she said, "No, I have an implant and a long history of my doctor telling me I have fertility issues." She said softly. She never planned on settling down and having kids so she didn't mind that her doctor said getting pregnant would be nearly impossible for her.
 
Then we can adopt, or use IVF, he wanted to say, but didn't, not wanting to put the cart before the horse. But his expression was genuinely sympathetic as he lifted her by her armpits and set her down on his stomach, letting his hardness rest against her tight, toned ass. He traced the planes of her muscles, his fingers lingering slightly longer on her tattoos. "Ride me," he whispered. "Please."
 
As she straddled him, she let her hands rest on his chest, balancing herself. His fingers moved over her tattoos, a small four leaf clover on her left hip, a canine skull and cross bones on her left bicep, and a smattering of stars on her left ribcage area. Reaching down she angled his cock to slide inside of her. Rocking her hips gently as he filled her, Kst let her head tip back, moaning lowly in pleasure.
 
"Ooh, fuck!", he moaned. "God, you feel so good." His expression was pure bliss, as he took some of the "responsibility" off her shoulders, raising her up slightly and beginning to fuck her from below, slowly, so that she could get used to him without discomfort or pain. He had always been well-endowed, so it took a bit for most of his previous partners to get used to him. Kat seemed no exception.
 
Sex had been rather low on her priority list for quite a while, so she could feel her body stretching to accommodate the intrusion. Her hips rocked in time with his movements as her body adjusted, pleasure coursing through her. Her nails scrapped lightly across his chest as she leaned down to kiss him again.

(Last post of the night! I've got an early day tomorrow. Have a good night!)
 
(Oof, damn. Good night.)

John hissed slightly as she scraped her nails against his chest, but moaned into the kiss she gave him. Feeling her get used to him more, he increased his pace, prolonging the kiss as long as he could before breaking apart and letting out another moan. "Fuck, you feel so good. Hope you don't expect me to have--uungh--pornstar stamina or something."
 
Gasping for breath as the kiss broke, her hips moved against his, chuckling slightly at his words, "Only as long as you don't expect me to." She said, amusement mixing with arousal in her eyes as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel her walls fluttering around his shaft, signaling that her climax wasn't far off.

((Sorry, super busy day! Tomorrow will be much more open, I'll have a lot more time to reply.))
 
(All good, you're here now, that's what matters)

Words utterly failed John as he felt Kat's walls flutter around his shaft. He fucked her harder and faster, building rapidly to his climax. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum--!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his whole body tensed up, save for the savage, primal, hard final thrusts he gave her, his cock throbbing as it shot several thick ropes into her eager, wet depths.
 
Kat felt her climax explode through her just as his orgasm hit. Her walls clamped down around him as she cried out in pleasure. Her body shook through its release, her orgasm seemed to last forever before she finally relaxed. Resting her hands on his chest as she breathed raggedly.
 
As John came down from his high, he chuckled at a sudden thought he had. "Imagine how crazy it would be if I am the one who manages to put a baby in you! Like, written in the stars, much?" He was serious, however, and kissed Kat before continuing. "It's gonna be a fun 3 days, isn't it? Might have to go AWOL to get some more of that plant, but that's the benefit of being the base CO." He winked at her. "I'm kidding. I'd never go out there without the best goddamn K9 and handler in the whole entire Corps, now would I?" Sighing, he draped his arm around her lazily. "No, no, I'm really just joking about going outside the wire like that. I couldn't bear to lose you now."
 
Kat laughed into the kiss, "Let's hope not. I'd be a shitty mom. And I definitely don't want to rotate home because I get pregnant." She said in amusement. She rolled over to lay beside him, resting her head on his chest. "Yeah you better be joking. We're suppose to be healing up, not getting blown up. Besides I'm sure we can entertain each other without that plant." She chuckled.
 
"I'm sure Zero would disagree," John said in response to Kat's comment about being a shitty mom. Deciding to ignore her comment about not wanting to rotate home, he hummed in agreement to her last statement, and reached over and pulled a ring box out of the nightstand. "I wore the ring I was gonna give Jill around my neck like that, because I believed her spirit wouldn't rest until I was happy again." He took the ring off his dog tag chain, and set it in the nearly century-old box; the ring had been his grandmother's, after all. "Rest in peace, Jill. I'm finally happy again," he said, smiling at Kat.
 
Kat smiled softly as he took the ring off his dog tags, placing it back in the box. "I'm sure she'd be happy that you're happy again." She said, before pressing a light kiss to his chest where her head rested. She laid there for another fifteen minutes before she said, "I should be getting back, I gotta feed Zero and take him for a walk as soon as the sun goes down." she said. It didn't make it much cooler, without the sun, but it was a little bit. Slowly she sat up, her body was feeling the aches and pains now from the graze wound and the bruised ribs.
 
"You sure you're up to it? I can come with you, at the very least, make sure you're okay?" As Kat got up and visibly tensed from the pain, John sat up as well and put his hand on her shoulder. "Right now, we're the only two people on this FOB on medical stand-down. Plus, I mean..." He gestured between them. "I would be a poor lover and an even shittier CO if I let you go for a walk in your condition without an escort. Please don't make me order you," he said, his expression one of genuine concern for her well-being.
 
She slid off the bed, wincing again. She dressed slowly, glancing over at him "if you wanna join me, I won't argue. But you don't have to." She said as she tugged her shorts on and then her tank top, over her underwear. "We're just gonna do some obedience and play some ball as we walk." She said with a smile.
 
"I know I don't have to," John said, sliding off the bed and dressing in his uniform pants, leaving the top off and settling for the standard base-layer T-shirt. "I want to," he continued, smiling. Reaching for his pistol belt, he clipped it on and said, "Would you like me to walk you back to your quarters?" He grabbed his vest as he waited for her to answer; even though they had men with sniper rifles constantly on watch, sometimes an IS guy with an old Russian Dragunov got lucky and got off a couple rounds before getting turned into Swiss cheese.
 
She nods, "Sure," leading the way out of his quarters, Kat fell into step beside him for the short walk back to hers. Zero waited patiently in his crate for her. "Hey pal, ready to play?" She grabbed his collar and leash, along with his beloved kong toy. The K9 eyes John suspiciously, but otherwise ignored him. Kat grabbed her own vest and pistol as well after changing into a pair of uniform pants.

(Last post of the night! Have a good night!)
 
(You too, Semper)

"Aww, c'mon Zero, can't you tell that Kat and I are friends, now?" He laughed, then grabbed one of his other toys, a squeaker, and gave it a couple good squeezes before offering it to the dog, almost as a peace offering. Watching Kat pour some food into his bowl, he again thought about how he should have become a K-9 handler. "Y'know, my dog at home was trained for SAR, but apparently there were so many different squads getting all these fancy thermal imaging devices and shit, they decided they didn't need her anymore. I bet it wouldn't take much to get her trained for explosives, get her enlisted. What d'you think, Zero? Getting tired of doing all the work? Maybe you can teach old Lassie a thing or two, eh?" He chuckled. "Yeah, not very original, huh? It was my mom's favorite movie, and she insisted. God, I miss her, but it's been a few years so don't feel bad. Cancer, y'know? She smoked a lot."
 
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