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Zavodila (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She vaguely understood, he probably felt the same building sensation she had experienced just moments before? She pulled away from the kiss briefly, lips just over his, "Do it...~" She implored of him softly, "Please, Edric...~"
 
He pulled her into a hard kiss as he suddenly dumped his massive load into her, bucking as his orgasm shot through him.
 
She grunted gutturally, her stomach twisting in delight, the hard metal fingers of her hand digging hard into his back before going lax, simply hanging onto him weakly.
 
She laughed softly, "Really...? For a cog boy like me...? I figured you would use me for a night of fancy and pretend it never happened..." She teased gently.
 
The teasing smile stayed on her lips for a moment before it faded, "I guess this year got much more bearable for you, then, didn't it...?"
 
She laughed softly, and a flicker of a bitter memory danced in his mind before it was swallowed up again, "I suppose I could be kind enough to let the good Colonel share my bed tonight...~" She said playfully.
 
She moved to lay against him, "You almost fried the sensors in my eye, by the way.." She muttered amusedly. Is that why her metal eye flickered?
 
After that, the tension between them lessened and they worked much better together. She was constantly working to make what they needed in case they encountered any more cultists, she was limited with what she had in the base but she made due. She left the raid plans to him; he knew what was waiting for them in the manufactorum better than she did, she just made sure they had weapons and medicae.
 
He was training and drilling some of the heavier armed and armored troopers on room clearing missions, even setting up an old warehouse to mock the layout of the manufactorum for drills.
 
He was preforming another drill, and when the noise died down, he heard steps behind him. "How does the training fare, Commander?" Ellianor asked, a swaddled bundle hugged to her chest with one arm.
 
He lifted his helm off and safed his new Hellgun before smiling. "Goes well." He nodded to the bundle. "That?"
 
She offered a smile, "Basic medicae I whipped up for you and the men. Used what I could find in the area. Just try not to use it all in one go, it may just kill you." She added the last with a bit of amusement, her smile broadening.
 
"I've also gone through and planned some modifications for the carapace armor you and your men wear. You never know with Tyranids." She told him, "We'll be able to manufacture them once we have the manufactorum back, if you so wished."
 
"I think that may be a good idea, depending on if the cogitators are working.." he said, thoughtfully.
 
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