Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

[razerwing]

'Five months. Five months we had been fighting these beasts. This army of furry demons had been hounding us, intercepting supplies, stealing food, reducing the troops' morale to a mere shadow of what it had been. We can't lose the city center, we simply can't. It would prove the last blow to the soldiers' will. It would result in defeat.

You would think that in the future, in a time of technology and weapons of ultimate destruction, that humanity would have found a way to kill supernatural beings with better accuracy, and more importantly a wider selection of weapons. Well, you would have thought wrong. The scientists have tried everything, from Anthrax Gamma to High Explosive bullets to the classic V2 missile. None of them have worked in completely killing them. The only thing that has worked so far, the Silver Bullet. Silver in itself wasn't the rarest metal on the planet. Not any more. Synthetic precious metals had flooded the market, ever since the government had begun to 'grow' diamonds. If only the bastards hadn't been destroying their convoys. Things would be so much better.'

Trystan closed his journal, hefting his rifle and his pack. Silver bullets. How cliche. But they worked, and nobody could deny that. Trystan was a born soldier, raised to fight at a young age. He had learned how to accurately shoot a rifle at the age of ten. He could shoot blindfolded by thirteen. As of yet, he was one of the best snipers the city troops had to offer, therefore they got the privilage of taking out the enemy. A single shot had never been so important. The longer they waited, the more men died. If they missed a shot, that was one more bullet closer to death. The soldier stood, adjusting his helmet and checking on the magazines in his backpack. He had only a few clips of silver, the rest were high explosives or .50 calibur. To slow them down. They could be injured like any living thing, it just took more to actually kill them. Trystan shook his head, running a hand under his helmet to scratch at jet black, short cropped hair. His eyes burned a venomous green, and his skin held the hint of a tan. He had to move. He was supposed to meet up with another sniper and then head back to the command center near the middle of town.

Something was going down.

And whatever it was, it was going to be big, bad, and very, very messy.

 

[Lemon]

"One...two...three..." A deep, soft sigh. Inhalation. "One...two...three..." Another breath, only longer. "One...two...three..."

She always did this, especially when she wasn't quite sure of what was going to happen within the next expanse of an hour. To remain calm, poised, and strong, was her main goal in life. It had helped her through many troubling times, and in this day, it's what kept her alive. Even now, as she sat at the bedside of her partner, she was finding the will, the strength, and the determination to keep herself out of harm's way. It was a challenge within itself, feeling that now frail, trembling hand, in her own. Only a day ago, had that very hand been strong, steady and stern. Now, it lacked the renewing sense of invigoration. It was cold, limp...and dead.

Eyes, a startling steely blue, raised up to admire the familiar face that had brought her much happiness in her years of serving. His name was Stark, and he had been her fellow marksmen for nearly ten years now. Since the very beginning, he had led her to victory. Not only her mentor, a dear supporter, and great friend, but someone who had her back no matter what. A pillar of strength that had once seemed impenetrable. She was losing that, now, and watching as it happened. The nurses told her it would be best if she left, but time and time again, Rosemary refused to leave her station. Always, was her station beside Stark. Without him, what would she do? She wasn't quite sure...and she could swear upon the demons and angels warring outside, that he knew it, too.

A small twitch, and his fingers flexed, holding tight onto her much smaller limb. It was a sign to let her know, that he was still there, listening. So, she took it upon herself to fill him in. "They assigned me a new partner...a fellow sniper. Name is Trystan. He'll do great, I'm sure...but..." She hated this part. Hated saying goodbye. She looked as fragile and small, as she felt. Wrapped up in her soiled, wet uniform. It was slathered with blood, mud and rain. However, her hair, the length reaching the sharp line of her jaw, was untouched. Ringlets of pure ivory, the freshest, cleanest white that any man would ever witness. It decorated her head in a choppy flow, cascading around cat-like features, and sweet, ruby red lips.

Stark had always said she was the Little Red Riding Hood of their brigade. She stood out like a sore thumb, but could easily rival and exceed everyone's expectations, and own talents. She believed in herself, as that was the only thing left to believe in now.

"I'll see you soon," she finally whispered, leaning over to kiss the previously washed cheek of her superior. "Don't you let go..." And with that, she did. Standing, she hoisted her rifle onto her shoulder and grabbed her helmet, haphazardly swinging it at her side, whilst she made her way outside of the ward. The skies were perpetually gray, swirling with madness. The lightest hint of light managed to peek through every now and then, but within a millisecond, it was swallowed up.

Her meeting was to take place in the south side of their station, near the abandoned church. It only took her twenty minutes to reach it by foot, and when stepping inside of the rickety, broken structure, she wasn't surprised to see that she was here first. Her bag was dropped at the abandoned altar, and she tipped her head back, gazing up towards the misshapen, melted statue of a false God. It meant nothing now, and even with the lightest glimmer of sunshine trickling along the man's frame, she found no solace in the company of a wooden figure. Her goal was to kill them all, even if it was impossible. She reached for heights that seemed to know no bounds, and would only stop, when she was made to.

 

[razerwing]

Trystan dashed across broken streets, his bag tinkling lightly as a mixture of ammunitions and medical supplies collided with one another. Cloudy skies overhead, as always. The sound of marching boots suddenly broke the silence, along with the sounds of moving armor. The soldier slid to a halt behind a building. The house was bombed out, riddled with bullet holes, the roof completely gone thanks to enemy shells. Damn them and their artillery. He rubbed his helmet for good luck, fingering the card that he had in the netting. An ace of clubs. Peculiar, since the luck charm seemed to be the Ace of Spades, but his was the clubs. With a reserve of steel, and his rifle loaded and ready with his HE rounds, he dashed across the street once more, praying to whatever God there was that the enemy didn't spot him. He got lucky. The convoy was heading south, away from him and his rendevous point.

The abandoned church soon came into view, it's walls and missing sections giving it a depressing look. Then again, everything during this time was depressing. Men died for no reason other then to provide a distraction. The grunts. He growled at himself, rapping his knuckles against his helmet. He hated that. The way some of the men at the barracks eyed him, like he was some kind of destroyer. Like he was one of them. And still others eyed him like he was the savior. Well, that was when he stayed with the other soldiers. He couldn't handle all the attention, much prefering the company of the city. Silence was his best friend, loneliness his favorite companion. Only another sniper would understand. Maybe having another one to watch his back wouldn't be so bad. After all, two was better then one.

A shake of his head and he was off, into one of the holes in the wall of the church. Inside he saw his new teammate. A girl with ivory white hair and blue eyes that looked like they had seen many battles. "Hey." His voice was a little gruff from lack of use. "You're the one who'll be helping me out right?" He chuckled lightly, sliding down the wall and pulling a small metal flask out of his back pack. "Nice to meetcha. You probably already know my name. Command didn't tell me a damn thing, except that I had a new partner. Mind filling me in?"

 

[Lemon]

The slightest bit of noise, and immediately, her rifle was stationed at her hands, and pointed directly towards the one who had made his way into the church. Her movements were blinding, fast, and executed with the distinct taste of history. She slowly lowered the gun, however, when she saw who it was. A gentleness came to her eyes, and she smiled towards him. The ever faintest curve to her plump lips, and she was back to staring towards the statue, admiring how it was even able to stay hanging.

"My name is Rosemary," she began quietly. Her voice, was as careful and sweet as her appearance, excusing the presence of her out of uniform, and the many grimy substances of war. "You and I will be covering the entire west wall of our base. They're managing to break through our previous barricades, and with their supplies coming in fast, and heavy...we have very little to keep them back with. We're at desperate measures, and they're putting faith in us, to keep an entire fleet of over a thousand of those damned things at bay."

It was a heavy task, but one they could fulfill.

"They'll be sending them after dusk has fallen. They want coverage, given that they know we have height advantage over them. I can only assume they'll continue with their habits of sending in maybe twenty, to thirty at a time. If they're desperate, though, they might send more...we'll have to wait and see," Rosemary claimed, finally tearing herself away from the deity. Her eyes were now poised upon Trystan, and she held her hand out. It was gloved, in a ripped bit of leather, her fingers were slender and taut, with a surprising velvety softness to them.

"I look forward to working with you, they spoke highly of your accomplishments."

 

[razerwing]

Trystan shook his head, nodding at her. "Nice name hun. Passed an armored convoy on the way here. We wanna make it out of this alive, we gotta stay hidden. With all the confusion, shouldn't be hard, but having heavy tank guns pointing at you isn't exactly the best feeling in the world." He chuckled lightly, scooting to sit by her. When he noticed her outstretched hand, he laughed and shook it, tossing his helmet against the wall as he relaxed against the wall. When she mentioned his acomplishments however, his mood turned a little dark.

"Acomplishments don't mean jack-shit in these times hun. The only reason I'm a sniper is beacuse I have a damned good hand. If I had a choice, I'd burn all my medals and nuke the bastards. Just nuke the shit out of them until they were nothing but ashes and a few melted organs." Before he went off raving and ranting, he took a deep breath and drank deeply from his flask. Once again, his mood changed, although this time it was lighter. The dark feeling was gone. "Thanks for that though. I'm lookin' forward to working with you too. You seem nice enough. Although, you might have to excuse me. The last time I had a partner was at the beginning of this whole thing. Didn't last long, and didn't end on the best 'a notes either." The soldier shrugged, plopping his pack infront of him and taking out a clip of ammo. The bullets had red tips. Incidiaries. Fire bullets that would set an enemy on fire. The best part was the eggheads back at base had given it a nasty touch. It would explode with gasoline and flames, and set anything near where it hit ablaze. Such fun, especially when the bastards didn't die.

The slightest hint of hurt showed in the man's eyes as he relived a mission that had forever left a bitter taste in his mouth. It was the same mission his partner had kicked the bucket. Also the first time he had encountered one of the furry bastards heavy tank regiments. Oh, such a bloody day.

 

[Lemon]

A clearing of her throat, and she watched, calmly, as her newly acquainted partner was suddenly provoked into a mood. She couldn't blame him, but she found his distaste for accomplishments to be harmful. To her, they were something to be proud of. Especially when the world was hanging upon it's last thread, it was nice to know that she had received her own recognition for making a difference somehow. Either way, she knew better than to argue with him on the matter. Instead, she could only survey his little fit and accept that anything related to his medals, or badges, was purely off limits. So be it, it wasn't something that would keep her up at night, either way.

"My partner is currently in critical condition in the medical ward. Him and I have been at each other's aid since I began, ten years ago." Her voice was obviously lacking any enthusiasm, and if he knew her well enough, he'd realize that speaking about Stark tore her completely up inside. It was difficult, knowing he was a mere sack of bruised flesh, bone and muscle, laying there, vulnerable without any protection. Thus, why she pledged to keep them all safe, until her last breath. She didn't want his blood on her hands, even if technically, it already was.

If only she had been quicker...had heard them...

A disgruntled groan, and she let her body go slack upon a nearby pew, feeling the wood creak and nearly crumble with dust, beneath her. "I will have your back, if you have mine. We'll only be able to succeed if we work together. Today, we make a bond to one another, and we do not break it, even in times of dismay," Rosemary stated, turning her head, until her eyes bore into Trystan's. "You have me, all of me...and I will do anything within my power to keep you breathing."

 

[razerwing]

The soldier chuckled, patting her on the shoulder. "Oiyu, you're partner is your business hun. Critical condition in a place somewhere you aren't watching. If you guys were close, chances are you don't like talking about it. So here's a small pact. You don't bring up medals, I won't talk about your buddy." He grinned at her, tilting his head as he studied her mood. "And between you an' me, these guys have had a hard time keeping me from breathing." He took another swig from his flask. "Listen, we'll watch each others back. It's only natural." A grin plastered itself on his face. "Although...... nevermind. You have all of me too hun. Just don't go abusin' it. My body handles combat, not abuse." With a small sigh, he stood, brushing some dust off of his shoulders. Off in the distance, marching could be heard. It was far away though, and it seemed to be getting farther off.

"Relax. Think about what we have to do. Hold off a couple thousand armored troops, maybe even get a shot at their commander. These guys have the tank efficiency of a fucking metal box without wheels. In other words, they suck at it, unless they have an experienced commander. We hit their main guy, they crumble." As the soldier made his way over to the rickety looking ladder leading up to the top of the damaged steeple, sounds of heavy artillery fire boomed off to the West. Even at that distance, it was loud. The enemy had started shelling some other nearby city. People were dieing. The soldier huffed a breath and shimmied up the old ladder. "Hey, Rose, you wouldn't happen to have a radio system would you? I lost mine in a ravine a couple klicks back. Can't exactly move from here either, unless there was another spot command decided I'd find out for myself."

 

[Lemon]

"The only thing I'll be abusing, is my trigger," she told him, assuring him that he wouldn't be treated in any type of ill manner. After all, this was a life or death situation, there was no room for games to be played. A part of her wished that they would be given a break every so often, but considering that the world was crumbling around them at a fast pace, and not looking to let up any time soon, well...there was no use in wishing for something that was impossible. Rosemary had long since accepted the fact that she would spend her last days here, in this treacherous compound of wounded soldiers, mortared structures, and bloodied soil.

"My radio is up there already, I believe. I had put it there yesterday, for safe keeping," she spoke up to him, grabbing her own bag, to join him on top of the steeple. "And we aren't moving from here, they said this is our post until it falls. So, I'd get comfortable if I were you." And just like she had said, her radio was tucked away in the corner of the tight-nit, squared room. It was large enough to accommodate them without growing claustrophobic. They had a relatively nice sized roof above their heads, to keep them free from rain and other debris. Along with walls on each side, with shutters to keep open, allowing them the advantage they would need to shoot. If anything, she would have enjoyed such a hideout when she was younger, it mimicking something of a tree-house. That thought made her smile, fond memories flooding back.

After a few moments of settling in, she pushed back into the wall adjacent from her new partner, and shrugged her heavily padded jacket off, revealing beneath a simple, dirtied white tank-top. There was a nasty scar present on her shoulder, which crossed down the length of her upper chest, through the valley of her breasts, and beyond that. How, exactly, she managed to get that, no one but Stark knew.

 

[razerwing]

The soldier only smiled, extending a hand to help her up the ladder. "I was joking. Calm down." He grinned at her before setting up his rifle, pulling a bipod and an experimental scope out of his pack. The scope was a bit odd looking, being square instead of circular like most scopes. If one looked through it, they would see only three triangles, each one smaller then the last, centered in the middle of everything.

Sure enough, the radio was all set up, and Trystan had to give her credit. She seemed like the one who liked to be prepared for everything. "Yeah, I'll get as comfortable as one can get in a creaky, shot-up church that could possibly fall over with the slightest breeze. I like this setup though. Ain't too small, which is something to be said. Most sniper spots are tiny as hell." He shrugged, grinning at her again, taking another sip from his flask. Cautiously, he peeked out of one of the shutters. So far, there was nothing on the streets. Lucky them.

When he heard the rustling of the flak jackets they had on, Trystan turned, raising an eyebrow. "I'm guessing that shirt was white before all this huh?" What caught his eye though was the scar that started on her shoulder and disappeared beneath her shirt, right between her breasts. The soldier tilted his head, rubbing his right arm lightly. He had his own scars, but if he took off his jacket now, she might think he was trying to prove something. With a sigh, he returned his attention back to the streets, flicking a switch on his scope.

 

[Lemon]

"I kind of enjoy smaller spots...gives me less to worry about, as I can see it all in one glance," she murmured with a smile. "Here, we have to worry about nearly three different directions. It won't be a problem, but...I suppose the upgrade of space is nice either way. Can actually stretch my legs out. Which, is saying a lot for what I've had to previously go through." It was true. Rosemary was a very small woman. Standing at only five feet and three inches, it was a wonder where they could have possibly stashed her, that would enable her to stay curled up, given her petite size.

When he mentioned her shirt, she giggled, shaking her head. "What makes you think that," she quipped, looking down towards the soiled material. "Yeah...it was white. I don't really care, I'm just glad it's still in one piece relatively." Rosemary knew he had seen her scar, and it didn't bother her much. What was done, was done. There was nothing to be ashamed of, and while the memory of it still haunted her tenfold, because of the marking it had physically left upon her, she learned to deal with it. The past was a very dark place for her, and sadly, she didn't see as much light in the future, as she would have initially hoped for. Maybe Trystan could change that. But, for now, she merely prayed they stayed alive for a week. Tops. "It's scorching up here...you're not going to take your own off," she asked.

"Wait...don't tell me you're one of those people naturally gifted with being a cool temperature no matter where you are...?" She eyed him, "If you are...I envy you."

 

[razerwing]

"Well, I could see how you enjoy smaller spots. You could probably fit in a mortar hole in the middle of the battlefield." He grinned at her, shifting under his jacket. The comment about her shirt made him laugh a little, and when she asked him about his jacket, he merely shook his head.

"No, I'm not coldblooded. Although It isn't as hot as you might think. Trust me, I used to work with a flame thrower division, back before the furries introduced themselves. It gets hot sitting just behind all that fire!" But he couldn't deny it was kind of uncomfortable. The normally smooth inside was beginning to get scratchy, so with a sigh, he shrugged off his jacket. The fabric had been covering up a left arm that had a visible history of his time with the flamer division, while his right arm had a multitude of slashes, cuts, and even a few bite marks from close encounters with furries. Around his neck lay a sheath, containing a silver blade. The necklace had been hidden by the jacket's high collar.

"Listen, three directions isn't really bad. Unless you only have one inexperienced sniper. But we aren't inexperienced, otherwise we wouldn't be here. Right?" He shrugged, peeking out one of the windows again. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a time the high-ups think the armored regiments will be coming right? I know it may seem a little strange coming from a sniper, but I don't have the best patience. I mean, sure, I can wait when I know when the target is coming, but if I have to wait without a hint or a clue, I get restless. And it normally doesn't bode well for buildings when I'm restless."

 

[Lemon]

So, they were both sporting some gnarly scars. Rosemary didn't bother studying his, as she felt staring would be considered rude. Thus, she merely glanced towards him. If anything, his physique was what caught her a bit off-guard. Any woman, who had gone over ten years without being touched by another, would be more than happy to sit where she was right now, and admire his stature. He was attractive, she'd give him that.

But, this wasn't the time, nor place, for her to let her hormones get the better of her. Somehow she had made it by Stark's side, without any relative problems. Of course there had been a few mishaps in their history, hands wandering where they didn't belong, and soon to be pulled back. They never crossed that line completely, and Rosemary could understand why. He was her superior, and this, wasn't an every day job. They both took their ranks seriously, and while they had relished in casual moments of conversation, those were few and far between. She was tweaked up like a stiff spring, full of tension and other horrible emotions.

"Well," she began, "I suppose you're going to be very restless, then. They didn't give me a set time for when they're going to arrive. At the latest, they'll be here in a day or so." It wasn't the most pleasant of situations, but then again, this entire world seemed to be unpleasant. She offered him a smile, as if trying to console him, before she tugged over her bag, and began shuffling the inner workings about. "You'll just have to sit tight. I really don't want to know what your restlessness has to do with the boding of buildings," Rosemary murmured. She was teasing him, and eventually, he would be able to pick up on it.

 

[razerwing]

He was silent for a moment before sighing heavily and laying on his stomach, shouldering his rifle and peering through the scope. "Gah. Well, I guess I got some time to waste." With that, he popped out the clip that was already in his rifle, sliding in the clip with red-tipped bullets. The incendiaries. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he peered through the scope, his finger resting on the trigger.......

"Balls. I almost forgot, I can't do any shooting. Not until they come." The soldier sat upright again, rubbing his face and taking another sip from his flask. "I hope they don't take too long. Otherwise, I'll probably end up going to sleep. Gah, damn those fluffy cowards. I can't wait to set them on fire. They run around like headless chickens when they go up ya know? It's so funny." Trystan started laughing, wiping his eyes with a gloved hand. "You know, if you find the right things to enjoy, this war ain't so bad. Especially if you like all the chaos. It makes ya feel.... I don't know..... giddy."

He shrugged, leaning back against the wall, closing his eyes. "Although, besides creating chaos, there are other ways to entertain." An eye popped open, looking at her suggestively before it closed again. The soldier started chuckling lightly, waving his hand in apology. "Ah, sorry. My medication is making me a tad loopy. Which is ironic. It's supposed to prevent me from going loopy." He shrugged, peering out the window again, making sure there was nothing out there before leaning back against the wall. "So, got any ideas on things that'll keep me from burning a building down? I have a few ideas, but ah, they are for a different time I suppose."

 

[Lemon]

He was like a child, and she found his insistent energy to be adorable. The slightest of smiles was present, and she quietly watched him go from one task, to another. Trystan gave off the impression that his mind was going a million miles an hour. Rosemary could happily, though, keep up with him. Shaking her head a little, she finally settled her backpack off to the side, having found what she had been looking for. Her own flask. It was filled with some fresh water she had managed to store weeks ago. The lukewarm moisture flowing down her throat was welcomed, and quickly quenched her thirst.

"Mmn..." She caught that suggestive look, and without hesitation, she giggled. "Medication, eh? I think that's just an excuse for you to use," she teased him, screwing the cap back on, to save the rest for a later day. "As for ideas...I'm honestly curious to hear what you have in mind. It isn't every day that I'm paired up with a man who's already prepared to fend off boredom," Rosemary mused, wiping her mouth off diligently.

Now, whether or not his ideas to keep them entertained were completely innocent or not, was up in the air. She barely knew him, except for his namesake, and a few quirks. Would she be willing to just crawl her way over towards him, to enjoy a bit of heavy petting, like when she was younger? Rosemary didn't know. It had been a while, a very long while, since she was last offered such an act. In fact, she had forgotten all about how wonderful it could be, to be nestled up against the firm expanse of a man's chest, and kissing him. The mere hint of that image had her fidgeting just so, and out of respect for her own duties, she tried to ignore her body's obvious wants. She could die tomorrow, it was known, and she wasn't quite sure whether or not she wanted to leave this world, without one last roll in the sack.

 

[razerwing]

Trystan chuckled, waving his flask at her. "There is nothing wrong with my using. It keeps me sane. So so sane." Another swig and the flask was gone, back into the pack. "And as for my ideas, they happen to be rather dirty, with some..... exploration. I heard somewhere that snipers are supposed to be at the forefront of any exploration." The soldier grinned, putting his hands behind his head. He wasn't muscle bound, as a sniper he had to be fit, but not a muscle head. His shoulders were broad enough to make him look like a man, and his arms had just the right amount of muscle.

"Heh, you keep eyeing me like I'm some kinda piece of meat. You uh.... getting a little hungry hun?" He chuckled lightly, moving so that he looked right into her eyes. "Listen, you said they wouldn't be here till tomorrow at the latest. We have plenty of time to kill, so why not kill it? Besides, think of it this way. You'll be saving a building from total destruction if you find some other way to keep a sniper busy." This brought a grin to his face the size of Texas. He sighed as he leaned back, shrugging lightly.

"It's up to you Rose. It would suck to go out without at least one last good romp. At least, that's what I think. Your call."

 

[Lemon]

"Dirty...and exploratory," she repeated, shaking her head in disbelief. This was really happening to her, wasn't it? Had the world gotten so dark and dreary, that affection was sought out in desperation, to just...feel anything positive? Rosemary certainly felt this way. After all, who knew when the next time would be, where she could find herself in the company of a well-enough man, who quite obviously wasn't opposed to the idea. The fact that death was now breathing cold, vicious rivulets of realization at the back of her neck had a lot to do with the fact that she was even considering his proposition. They could kill time...and enjoy themselves. Who knew, maybe this was the break that the young woman had needed all along. A bit frustrated with her own lack of direction, she bit into her bottom lip, watching him carefully.

"I'm not eyeing you like some piece of meat, I'm merely studying what I have to work with," she opted to tease him. Humans were strange, desperate creatures when they wanted to. When faced against all odds, they were capable of committing things that they would have never dreamed of. This, was Rosemary's current situation. She was picky about who she slept with, so much so, only two men had had the privilege of doing so. After having been drafted in at the age of eighteen, and now nearing twenty nine, she was more than worthy of a good lay. Her body craved the pleasure, and her mind, that craved the release.

With a shrug, and a muttered 'fuck it', she pushed herself from the rickety wall of the steeple, and crawled her way towards the poised man. The image was strangely erotic, the foreign looking lass with pale hair, and bright red lips, naturally giving off a permeated air of pure sex appeal. Perhaps it was in the way she had her ass perked up, or with the way the neckline of her tank-top drooped, revealing beneath, that healthy amount of cleavage. Either way, the way those steely eyes of gray pierced him, could very well be the reason to making his cock twitch. She reached his boot, her delicate hand slipping up to grasp upon his calf, where she squeezed the taut, muscled flesh beneath. "I'm a bit insulted that you think we're going to die tomorrow," she murmured, "Do you really have that little faith in me, Trystan?"

 

[razerwing]

When he heard the creaking of the wall, his eyes opened and he looked towards where the sound had come from. He was greeted by the very seductive sight of Rose crawling towards him on all fours. "Heh, you are incredibly sexy. Just thought you should know that." And she was. She was the kind of woman he would think about during the downtime in the battlefield. The way the shirt revealed a good look at the cleavage underneath, the way her plump red lips and piercing eyes seemed to invite him in. He hadn't been this turned on since his last partner. When she grasped his calf, he grinned at her, grabbing her wrists and gently pulling her to him.

For a few seconds, he did nothing but peer into her eyes, his hands on her waist as he positioned her so she straddled him. The second he was done, his lips pressed against hers, hot, rough, and filled with lust. Already he could feel himself hardening. It had been quite a while since he'd experienced anything except the feel of his rifle in his arms, and the sounds of bullets flying. It was a nice change, he had to admit. The kiss seemed to last for quite a while before he pulled away, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist, holding her against him. "Enjoying yourself so far? We can take as long as we want. We have the whole day. Or rather what's left of the whole day." With a small chuckle, he started to nibble on her neck, one hand moving down her back to grasp gently at her ass. He was enjoying himself. He just needed to make sure Rose liked it as much as he did. Other wise, he'd feel like an ass.

His lips were gentle as they trailed kisses along her jawline, his teeth catching her earlobe lightly. He seemed to know what he was doing, as much as he seemed to be a tease. He only hoped this girl could be as rough as he was.

 

[Lemon]

His comment forced a seemingly infinite smile to curl up onto her pretty face, and while she was still a bit hesitant to jump into the situation, she did nothing to fend him off when he proceeded to tug her closer. Soon enough, Rosemary found herself perched comfortably upon his lap, their hips naturally melding together, and already beginning to form a basking glow of friction. Gods, sitting here, just like this, was enough to have her heart racing and her chest heaving. It had been years, and while she was hesitant to admit it, she certainly wasn't ashamed of it. After all, she had spent those years killing those who threatened her world. Not many women who had gone through a spell of abstinence, could say that. She obviously had viable reasons, and despite staying away from the opposite sex, she hadn't lost a single spark of talent.

Luckily for her, he gave her a distraction.

His lips captured her mouth into a kiss, something hot, rugged and overwhelmingly satisfying. The young dear couldn't help herself, and immediately pushed up against Trystan's chest, successfully pinning herself to his frame. Returning every notion he blessed her with, a teasing tongue, a little nibble, she only pulled away as he did. Her pale cheeks were flushed with renewed vigor, and her eyes, were now heavily lidded. "Hnn...I had planned on taking my time," she explained, silently tipping her head up, so he could have the full expanse of her neck at his disposal. "It's...nngh, it's been a long while since anyone's ever..." Goddess, that felt good.

Her fingers bent, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, gripping at him tightly. Obviously, her neck was quite sensitive, just like the rest of her. Rosemary was akin to a giant nerve, reacting to every bit of attention he doted upon her. Barely conscious enough to know what she was doing herself, she finally managed to reach down, gripping at the hem of her tank-top, and quickly tugging it up. Beneath, was a simple black bra, and the full exposure of her scar. She looked towards it, then back to him, dropping her shirt. "Not the most attractive place, I know," Rosemary quipped, shrugging slightly. "I hope you don't mind it..."

 

[razerwing]

The soldier chuckled. Not the most attractive place? "Don't worry 'bout it hun. Your scar doesn't faze me one bit. Trust me, I've seen worse." With a deliberate movement, he kissed down her neck, lingering only for a second before moving on, teasing her breasts lightly, planting a few butterfly kisses right on the scar. He looked up with a grin. "So, does it look like I mind?" In one swift pull of his arm, his tank-top was on the floor, not far from hers. The burn took up his entire upper arm, and on his chest were three gashes, each one right next to the other. Claw marks. "Don't mind them. As far as I know, these are the only scars I have." In a flash his lips were back against hers, his hand playing with the clasp on her bra.

Man, she felt good. Even though he doubted he was quite as sensitive as her, he saw the effects his neck-nibbling had, and made a mental note of that. He didn't miss anything, moving under her ever so slightly, adding to that heat, creating just a little more sensuous friction between them. When he pulled away from their kiss, he grinned at her, returning to her neck. "So, tell me, how are you liking this so far? We still have quite a bit of exploring to do." The bra fluttered to the ground, exposing the breasts, releasing them from their fabric confinement. His hands were on them in an instant, massaging, squeezing. He almost felt like moaning, but managed to hold it back. With a grin, he started to grind lightly against her, teasing her, glad she was able to keep up.

 

[Lemon]

Rosemary was admittedly surprised, to suddenly feel his lips trail down along her neck, towards her chest. The sentiment he gave to her, was welcomed, and quickly had her pale cheeks flaring up into a bout of crimson. Lashes fluttering, she relished in the way he gently coaxed his mouth across her seared flesh, finding the touch to be a horribly wondrous change from what she was accustomed to. "No...it doesn't," she murmured in a weakened tone, trying her damnedest to not grow completely useless. He was hitting her hard, with these delightful caresses. Even if they were soft, barely there and somewhat innocent, he had her body buzzing.

His own scars were vibrant, and she briefly swept her eyes across the image. Out of sheer curiosity, she slipped her hands down, to touch at them with tenderness. "Hn..." Something about these markings gave Trystan character, and while her blood was boiling at the thought of those beasts sinking their claws into this man, she quickly let those ill emotions dwindle down. Now was not the time for that, after all.

"Ahh..." A sensuous sigh then, and her eyes closed once again, tipping her head back to shamelessly expose herself to him. His hips were roving up into her own, making her return the motion tenfold. Slow, hard and taunting undulations of her lower body, and she could feel the friction between them growing at an insane pace. Rosemary knew she was wet, could feel herself tingle, and so badly...did she want his attention to slip further down, pinpointing her core. Kiss-swollen lips were licked, and she spoke, answering him quietly. "What do you think...? I haven't felt this way in...I don't even remember," she admitted bashfully, all but squeaking when her breasts were captured into his clasp. Arching up against the development, her small, pink nipples hardening against him, Rosemary watched his face the entire time, admiring his features as she squirmed about rather helplessly.

 

[razerwing]

Well, he had his answer. He was doing good, and holding out rather well if he did say so himself. "Well, if we make it outta this war alive and in one piece, if ya want, you'll be feeling alot more of this." With that, he answered her unasked question, quenching the thirst he saw in her eye. His hand shot straight to her womanhood, rubbing her in ways simple hip movements couldn't satisfy. And for one who sat still for countless hours, even if he never enjoyed it, his hands danced across her, lighting a sensual fire behind the fabric of her pants.

The hand that went down south, leaving one of her breasts alone by itself was replaced by his mouth, his lips clamping down on that wonderous globe of flesh, so soft and yet, firm, suckling lovingly. For one who hadn't been touched in almost as long as Rose, he certainly knew his stuff. Meanwhile, his hand rose, snaking beneath the hem of her pants, rubbing her through relatively thin panties. His hands were so warm, and strangely, the gloves he wore seemed softer then they looked. And yet, he seemed to have more planned. In a sudden flurry of movement, Rose found herself on her back, with her pants being slowly, tantalizingly slid off, revealing the supple skin beneath. And where skin was newly exposed, his lips were there to explore it, claim it, and move gradually lower. Both his hands retreated from what they had been doing to massage at her thighs, relaxing the muscles that were there.

Finally, the pants lay on the ground beside her, her boots having mysteriously followed them to the floor. Now, all that was left were her panties, and those were quickly slid off as well, and tossed to the side. With a grin, he sank lower, his tongue touching and teasing where there was the most warmth. His lips grazed her folds, waving sweet release infront of her like a steak before a hungry dog. He loved watching her writhe in pleasure, loved hearing those cute little sounds she made when he hit a sensitive spot. And soon enough, that would be amplified by quite a bit. Vaguely, he wondered if Rose was very vocal.

 

[Lemon]

Her brows furrowed at his words, finding herself wondering if he actually meant that. Well, considering that there weren't too many capable couples in this day and age, it wasn't a shocker to see him putting that option up front. Yet, Rosemary didn't quite anticipate for him to already enjoy her that much...it was as if she had been waiting to be judged. For Trystan to see if she was actually capable of giving him what his body deserved, and what it had been lacking for so long now. Obviously doing something right, and not one to try and change something that was already fine as is, the young woman merely reacted to his devilish hand.

A moan, followed by a quick jerk of her hips. She wasn't just a last resort...a pity fuck, or something convenient. At least, she would prove to him that she wasn't any of those things. Her eyes fluttered to a close, and her back arched, in turn pushing her bare breast shamelessly against his mouth. The way his tongue danced across her, made her whimper like a young, barely touched teen. He was thoroughly giving her pleasure that she had long since forgotten about. It was just too much, sending her nerves into a flurry of buzzing heat. Out of sheer desperation, Rosemary found herself reaching up, and grasping upon the back of his head, holding him tight. Her wetness was growing tenfold, coating her smooth, swollen nether lips. "Aaahh..." Another exclaim close to a squeak, and her world spun on its axis. What...what had just happened?

Blinking those steely eyes open, she looked up, finding herself gazing towards the ceiling, and no longer Trystan. A small huff, and she quickly began watching the man with brief suspicion. What in the world was he up to? It only took about a moment or two, before Rosemary caught the hint. Her pants were long since discarded, along with her boots, and now laying there, in nothing but her panties...well, the young woman was near hyperventilating. He was going to, wasn't he? Dear gods...if he was as good as he looked, she was in for a world of absolute fucking bliss. Her heart rammed itself against her rib-cage now, as if begging for freedom.

"Nngh..." Squirming, the cool air blowing up against her tempting little mound, it was only until she drew in another breath, did he finally submerge her into a realm of carnality. "Oh...oh gods, yes," she proclaimed, tossing her head back, gripping at her breasts, and thoroughly throwing herself up into his masking mouth. Everywhere he touched, he left a trail of white fire in his wake, forcing the poor thing to coo up towards the clouded, dreary skies, and fill the steeple with such joyous, naughty sounds. A bite to her lip, a guttural groan, and her legs bent at the knees finally, spreading herself for him and his cruel, wanton treatment.

 

[razerwing]

Boy, she definitely was vocal! He couldn't have asked for a better partner. Sexy, passionate, and someone who is able to take care of herself! Such a great combination. But as much as he liked her, he loved teasing her even more. So, just when she opened up her legs to allow him better access, he pulled away, chuckling as he studied the look on her face. With a grin, he licked his lips, nodding in approval. "You taste good hun. You really do. But, in all fairness......" He motioned to his lower body, still clad in pants, boots, and all. "I mean, this doesn't exactly seem fair now does it? I like you. But, I mean come on!" Trystan grinned, placing his hands behind his head again, giving her a seductive smile.

"You should know Rose, I work better when I have something to work towards. So, you don't have to if you don't want to, but help me out a little huh? Trust me, I can make it worth your while. And what you've experienced, it's only the tip of the iceberg." Strangely, he seemed to be barely fazed by the scene that was happening, his breathing calm and even, his eyes cool and almost serene. His chest rose and fell steadily, and a small, taunting chuckle broke the silence.

Truth was though, he loved what had just taken place. He loved the taste, the feel, such things he hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity. But he had been told once before, having sex was like riding a bike. You never forget how to do it. All he needed to do now was find enough of her sensitive spots to keep her coming back for more, and more importantly to keep her moans coming. It was how he gauged himself. A quick glance down showed that he was most definitely ready to go. He had been putting off to tease her, but now it was rather evident.

 

[Lemon]

"Fuck..." Disappointment. It spread through her like a disease. It coated her tone, and her expression...trickled down her entire body, until she was closing her legs right back up, as if ashamed at how willingly she had opened herself up to his extraordinary talents. His words made her fidget, and she sat up, staring towards him with furrowed brows and a scrunched nose. Really? He had worked her up to that point, to just...pull away? Biting into her bottom lip, holding back the sharp retorts she wanted to shoot at him, she gently tucked back a strand of her pale hair, her chest heaving with the remaining excitement that had plagued her moments ago.

If anything, she was a bit...confused. He looked almost bored, simply sitting there, taunting her with that laugh, his tone...and of course, those looks. Keeping her head tipped downwards for a moment, she tugged her legs up against her chest, as if trying to...cover herself, almost. What? Had she not moaned properly? Arched her hips enough? Rosemary was already treading waters she hadn't explored for years, and the last thing she needed to feel, was self-doubt in a moment like this. Vulnerable, nude, and horribly unsatisfied, she sat there, the epitome of a very confused, hopeless young woman. No longer, did she give off that silent, deadly repose. But rather, she was completely stripped down until her nerves were exposed. No protection, or purpose. She was just...Rosemary, right there, before his very eyes. An image not many would ever see...

Finally, after another moment of silence, she shifted, a delicate hand reaching for her discarded garments. She would admit it. She was embarrassed, because even if he was still fully clothed...well, given that he had just been working her into a frenzy, it was considerably difficult for her to simply...fall from that high. Her body didn't work that way, especially when it was given a taste of something it had craved for what felt like centuries.

 

[razerwing]

When he noticed her reaching for her clothes, the soldier chuckled, shaking his head. His hand quickly caught hers and once again, she was pulled into an embrace. His arms were looped gently around her waist, holding her close to him, sharing their body heat. His blood was still running hot, but it didn't show. "Oh, don't get all huffy. Listen, I know this may be a little strange for you. It's new to me too, but you just gotta follow your instinct. A sniper's gut is almost never wrong, so follow your gut Rose." With a grin he nipped at her neck, teasing her again, grinding slowly against her in an attempt to bring the heat up again. "I didn't mean for you to just drop it. The last thing I'd want to do is piss off the girl who has my back." His smile turned from taunting to endearing. It held warmth.

And that warmth was soon passed from his lips to hers. Hell, it added heat. And once again, there was friction down south, except this time, due to the sudden lack of pleasure, it seemed to feel even better. "Just follow your gut." His lips kissed and teased her neck, his hands returning to her breasts. This heat was ungodly, the passion flowing through the both of them like an electrical current. And they were linked together too, sharing the same buzz, feeling the energy vibrate throughout them. After spending so many years dry and untouched, this was like heaven. For a second, he actually thought he'd died, but then the lust he was feeling was all too Earthly to be allowed in heaven, and nothing that felt this good could be allowed in Hell.