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“Here I am, Doctor~!”
That infamous voice resonates in your ears, carefree as the day she had arrived with her teammates all those years ago.
Oh how she’s grown since then though.
Office door thrown open wide, Kroos stands there with hands firmly planted on her hips, waiting for your acknowledgement and, more importantly, praise.
“Welcome home, Kroos. Your report?” You answer, barely looking up from your monitor. Just enough to catch a little pouty frown before it’s whisked away by her overly-brilliant smile. She pointedly ignores your request, instead strolling in casually like she was off-duty. So that was how she was going to play this, huh?
Except she rolls with the unexpected- undoing her tight black vest with a deep sigh of relief, like the thing had been binding her uncomfortably. You know for a fact that wasn’t the case, considering how specific Kroos wanted her scouting outfit to be, so was she making a show of it? Well, the sunny-blonde Cautus was certainly making a statement in just those tight little hot-pants, her nylon stockings, and that form-fitting white short-sleeved button up. Equal parts totally normal and innocuous... and incredibly tempting.
“I’m so tired Doctor~” Kroos declares with a wide yawn that soon melts into a beaming, carefree smile. She walks to your desk with her recon report in hand, but halfway in she stretches her arms up and over her head. It pulls at her shirt, lifting the bottom hem that already gave you a good glimpse of her midriff even more. That flat belly of hers, toned and subtly defined despite just how lazy you knew her to really be. You have to avert your eyes, for your own safety. Even though her eyes appear closed, you know that Kroos still sees, and the way the corners of her mouth curl that much more with her smile, you’ve known her long enough to know she’s up to some mischief.
So you hold out your hand expectantly, still trying your best not to glimpse at her- as dangerous as losing sight of Kroos was.
“ Fine~ Here’s the report, boss!” The elite drops the papers into your hand, but lingers still, hands held so innocently behind her back. You’re supposed to read through, ask her questions, and eventually sign off on it, but Kroos doesn’t want to wait patiently. As you begin reading through, she takes a step back, stretching once more. This time she’s bending over low, touching her toes and giving you a glimpse of that cute little cotton-tail of hers that marks the starting line of that peachy curve of her rear.
“Nnnmm-ah!” She vocalizes the pleasure of limbering up before shifting to the side, and giving you a full glimpse of her defined profile as she works those tight, athletically defined thighs of hers. Your eyes can’t help but wander, and Kroos tilts her head to the side ever-so -slightly.
“So that slug nest isn’t a threat?” You feint your attention elsewhere, going off just the one line you had read.
“Nah! It’s right there on the next line, Doc! I marked the territory so the scavengers know not to go there.” Of course she’d call you out, that grin getting wider by the moment as she loops the proverbial snare around you. She extends one of those nylon-clad legs stretching and flexing it before you once again, and though it appears that she’s studying herself, you can feel her eyes glancing at you from the corners.
You clear your throat, trying to distract or disrupt whatever this was. “Stretching now, of all times?” You ask, trying to play off as if this weren’t part of your usual song-and-dance with the elite.
“I did most of my scouting on foot, Doctor~” Kroos whines, but she has the playful twang in her Rim Billiton accent that lets you know that she’s not too bent-out-of-shape about it, “I didn’t have time to wind down because I ran the report here as soon as I could!”
Good ploy, you’ll give Kroos that much. Covering herself from your sudden prudishness under the guise of diligence. She’s a sharp one- always has been despite her earlier records. Kroos flicks the whip of her lengthy braid back over her shoulder as she comes to stand at the foot of your desk once again, and completely unexpectedly, she leans with elbows on it, chin in her palms as she looks at you through those closed lids of hers.
“So ya gonna finish reading it, or just keep starin’ at me like a perv drongo?” She grins, but it’s got that biting tease to it as she peeks at you with just a sliver of her eye visible. “It’d be a shame if you were just gonna stare if that’s the case.” A reverse-wink, in a way, to play off how she technically just insulted and propositioned her boss.
But this was just how you two were now. Gone was the passive, loafing, reservist Kroos- forced to finally grow up after resisting for so long. She’s still smiling though, even after everything that had shaped her into the woman before you.
“I take it my elite scout needs a leg massage and nappie before she can function again, even though she clearly showered before coming to hand in her report.” You hiss back. She’s not covered with sweat or the dust of the wastes, so obviously she hadn’t run straight back to your office- and well, she had to type out her report too, didn't she? Kroos’ grin twists slightly, now more a wry-smile.
“Yes I did, now if I could have one of the Doctor’s patented massages, taught by the master masseuse Gavial herself, I should be able to function for the rest of the day~” That lazy, wistful voice of hers for those moments when she was playful and relaxed.
So that’s how this afternoon was going to go then? Well, Kroos was technically off-duty now whenever you decided to dismiss her, and you… well you still have work to do, but the way that she pulls herself up and slowly saunters around to your side of the desk, there wasn’t much room to argue.
Not that you were going to argue with those thighs of hers as Kroos leans over and plants her hands on your desk. She arches her back a little bit, letting her nylon-clad legs speak for themselves. A little, teasing wiggle of her rear and excited twitch of her fluffy ball-of-a-tail too, tempting your hands closer until they’re wrapped around one of those athletic legs. The leggings are sheer and thin, letting the tip of your finger gently sink into the firm flesh of her thigh.
“Nnn- ah~.” Kroos sighs when she feels your thumbs dig into the back of her leg, tracing their way up right to the lip of her stocking, but never crossing the border. Up and down, you go, working the muscle as she shifts her weight to the other leg. A tiny shiver rocks up her body, and that is your sign to cross over the demarcation line.
Your thumbs dip into that subtle little divot where the elastic of her thigh-highs squeezes into her flesh, and soon you feel the silky softness of her skin.
“Nymmn!” Kroos squeaks as she feels your fingers gliding across that sensitive gap between stocking and hotpants. A fidget here, and little whine there, given only a second or two to control herself as you shift to her other leg and do more of the same.
You tease out your touch as much as you can, just enough to get those quiet reactions from Kroos. The squeaks, the sighs, and of course the little pout when you finally pull your hands away from her and return to your chair.
“All done. Better now?” You ask, knowing full well how Kroos will answer.
“Doctor~” Kroos whines, “I’m still so rooted though-”
As if to emphasize her point, Kroos flops further onto your desk. Laying there, curling her arms up beneath her cheek for a quick pillow, she lets her lower half precariously dangle over the edge right before your eyes. You know from just how long Kroos has been loafing around Rhodes Island, her ability to sleep anywhere was challenged only by Durin of the Durin.
Sleep isn’t her goal here though.
“More massaging then, as reward for my best scout?” You concede.
“Mmnn. I’m the best?” Kroos asks dreamily, that cute little cottontail of hers twitching at the compliment.
“Absolutely.”
You can see Kroos smile warmly and honestly, a soft sigh escaping her. She had always been waiting so long to hear those words, and gods be damned, now that she was deserving of them, she was going to milk it, wasn’t she? A glutton got compliments, this one was.
Not to mention a glutton for your touch. As you stand behind her, she wiggles her behind playfully again, but you don’t go for the immediate prize. Humor her, treasure her that little bit more, your hands go to work her shoulders, gliding across the soft white cotton of her blouse. Find the knots, work them out, then move down to the next little bit of her torso. Careful, too- your hands caressing and kneading from her back to her sides, and teasing just shy of where her soft, but * perky chest presses against your desk. Of course, she lets out a little mewl of disappointment that you hadn’t gone for the easy bait as your hands move now to that trim hour-glass waist of hers, thumbs working the muscles along her spine as you inch close and closer to the small of her back.
You can’t help but pause the massage for a moment to put your hands on her hips though, right along the band of her shorts. If someone were to come in right now, they’d be greeted with the sight of you standing tall behind Kroos, hands on her hips like they were handles, with said elite scout sighing and mewling little notes of pleasure and anticipation.
A bit of your mind wouldn’t put such mischief past Kroos, but you still know exactly what she wants. This is her time now, that bit that she needs to feel… connected with someone, and she damn well would clear out any distractions to make sure she got it. After Beagle and Fang left, it had only gotten… exasperated.
And thinking about that little bit of unpleasantries has your hands wandering farther than you intended. Kroos’ shiver and quiet gasp is enough to pull your attention back to her… as well as your hands firmly gripping her curvy cheeks. You’re still massaging though, thumbs working their way to those glutes of hers… but still it was a switch you hadn’t intended to flip right now. Her massage, maybe a bit of relaxed lying about with her… Kroos stifles a little whimper, but she can’t hide the fidgeting shifts of her hips or the squeezing of her legs together. Her tail twitches too, and you can feel that familiar heat starting.
Kroos cranes her head to look back at you, smile gone, surprised at your boldness. Her eyes might still be closed, but you can see what lies beneath as that gentle warmth grows across the bridge of her nose to her cheeks. Her mouth is open as if she were going to say something, but there are now words yet. At this point, however, you know it’s all over. No more work was going to get done today.
Kroos’ breath speeds up, and she slides that little bit back off of the desk so that her boots touch the floor again. You could pull away, quickly apologize, promise her some time later, but she’s already backing herself against you, rubbing her rear against your now vitalized crotch.
“C’mon Doctor, let’s stop bushin’ around and have a naughty, huh?” Kroos breathlessly requests. Well, “requests”.
“Kroos, now might not-”
“I want my reward~” She teases, reaching beneath herself to undo her belt-buckle. It takes only the blink of the eye before she’s wiggling herself out of her shorts. They clack to the floor, belts and all, and before you can even take a sharp breath in surprise she’s arched her back and undone her blouse, letting it slough off her shoulders slowly and sensually.
A sheer, nylon leotard… matching the smooth, thin fabric that can barely contain her legs, and gods… it clings to her ivory skin, the edges of it sink so temptingly into the bow-curve of her hips.
Kroos presses her now much more naked rear up against your crotch again, wiggling herself against the bulge she feels there, spreading her infectious heat to you. A gentle smile, one tainted by the perverse heat of desire as she lays herself back down on your desk and raises her hips a little.
A naughty, huh? You step closer, pushing Kroos’ legs that little bit wider for you to get a glimpse. A damp line, a heat to her that you are intimately familiar with. These kind of moments you’ve had with Kroos before, and they have only grown more wordless as you’ve come to understand one another. You stroke her clit, feeling that thin little barrier of fabric between your fingertips and her sensitive flesh as Kroos shivers in anticipation. Just that little touch to crack her seal and she’s positively leaking her nectar- gods she had expected this to happen and gotten herself all worked up, hadn’t she? Her wide, soft ears twitch when she hears your pants hit the floor and sucks in a deep, sharp breath when she feels you tug the crotch of her leotard aside.
You reach down for your desk’s side drawer, the one where you kept the rubbers for just such rendezvous with Kroos, only to find that it happens to be the one that she’s blocking.
She lifts her hips that tiny bit, pressing your cock up against her hot and wet lips, getting you just right for when your hands grab onto her hips. It’s a simmering, impatient desire- one that you have to weigh against the chilling, wholly unarousing responsibility to be safe. Kroos’ need wins out in the end; besides, you’ve gone raw with her before, and you know yourself well enough to be able to pull out in time…
So you press your tip, feeling Kroos’ soft lips catch you to gobble you up. There is that brief moment, that silence between you two as you both hold your breaths for the coming sensation.
Hot, twisting pleasure as you glide right into Kroos’ writhing cunt, seating yourself down to the very root of your cock within her. At once she squeezes, walls clenching tight at the sensation of foreign flesh within her, but that’s exactly when you drag your length out of her.
“Ngh-ah!” Kroos’ arousal leaks in her sharp exhale.
She won’t get much chance to breathe deep soon enough, your cock plunging into her once more. Her moan is muffled as she’s bucked face-first into the desk by your next fucking stroke into her. It’s just about the only thing she can do at this point as the steam-engine of your hips begins to pick up speed. She tries to thrust back against you, tries to meet your flesh faster and harder, but you overwhelm her quickly- she was a scout a sniper, she never had the strength for a stand-up fight. Exactly as she liked it, though.
“Ahn-haah! Haah! Haah!” Kroos gasps as your pace picks up inside of her, building up to a rapid tempo of fleshy slaps that echo in cadence with her voice.
You grab hold of those toned legs of hers, right at the thighs, holding up her bottom half as you continue to lay your rail into her tight tunnel, and it drives her mad. Her fingers desperately claw at the desk, trying to find a grip on it to hold herself down, no doubt fighting the sensation of slipping and falling as you pull more and more of her flesh with each savage rut.
“Ahn! Uhhhn! Nnnya!?” Kroos gasps, she cries out, she sobs as your cock relentlessly carves into her, and each utterance is only more coal for your boilers. The animalistic need for Kroos’ cunt is burning within you hotter than ever before. Your strikes ripple through her tight, rounded behind, your hands holding her firmly in place as your battering starts shaking her loose.
The first sign is a twitch of her tail.
The next is that trembling squeeze against your hips as her legs begin to seize up, her heel’s slammed against your back only furthering how deep you strike her.
Then the screams. To an outsider, it would have sounded like Kroos was in pain with how she gasps and sobs, but to your ears, you hear only her tormenting pleasure.
And finally, her whole body convulses, spasming against the desk. Her arms move as if she’s possessed, smacking into your monitor, knocking aside your papers, flailing until she is simply clawing at the wood itself.
Because she’s trying to get away from your pounding, trying to take a moment to simply enjoy her own orgasm that is electrifying her.
But you still slam away at her cunt, driving even faster now that you see her lose herself. Kroos pushes herself up and off the desk, giving you an opening to her chest. Still bound lightly in the leotard, they bounce with that same frantic energy you are putting into her rutting. Just like you taught her all those years ago, find the weakness, exploit the opening-
Hands glide up from the handholds of her hips and straight to her chest. New handholds, softer more malleable handholds as you rut deep into the blonde Cautus, grinding into her now with frantic gyrations instead of long pistoning strokes. You squeeze those generous handfuls, listening to how the primitive, rough treatment makes her weep from both her mouth and her cunt.
She’s so fucking wet that you’re practically stirring a pot of heated honey. The hot squelch and slop of your cock working her walls, the bits of churned up and frothy cream that you pull from Kroos puts the steam back into your hips.
“Kyah!?” Kroos shudders as you piston into her again, nearly dropping her back onto the desk if she hadn’t been reaching out for it once more to try and ground herself.
Lubed up on a bed of her cream and honey, you fuck into Kroos once more. Her arms are shaking, barely able to hold herself up as you pound into her backside. She throws her head back to scream once more, the length of her braid slapping against your chest and spreading the scent of wildflowers and poppies and breaking that lustful spell for a moment to show you absolute perfection.
Kroos quaking with overwhelming pleasure, back arched like her crossbow’s arms, chest thrust out and still jiggling with the last thrust you took, mouth agape and tongue exposed with each deep pant.
“Kroos-” You groan, the first and only word that could be uttered when you both got like this.
And in response to your drunk calling for her, she impatiently works her hips, her walls gripping and massaging your cock as you had her leg just minutes before. The haze grips you as tightly as your hands grab onto her thin waist, fingernails digging into her skin. All you can feel is the pleasure of having a woman prime for mating crying out desperately for your seed with incoherent words and grunts.
Close! So close now…!
The great swelling, the final rush before an explosive and euphoric release… and Kroos reaches back for you, grabbing hold of your shirt. She’s looking back at you now with mouth agape, a sensual song of moans and escaping those sweet lips of hers…
And her beautiful golden eyes, wide open and awake as she gazes back at you with such burning desire, such seriousness.
You manage to pull from her cloying walls just in time, the final passing of your train through her tight gate being your tipping point. You explode a line of white fire across Kroos’ back, staining the light black nylon. Your scout goes limp upon your desk, like the one thing that had been giving her life just moments ago was your cock within her, though her chest is heaving for air and her voice meekly whimpers. Her rosy pussy lips are pulsing and gasping themselves as well, the quakes of another orgasm still working their way through her body.
And seeing Kroos there… like this… you pump your still rigid shaft, stroking hard and fast with her cream. She knows what’s coming, she weakly protests, but can’t be arsed to move as you fire off another sticky line of white across one of her ivory cheeks.
Whimpers. Weak, sad little whimpers keep your head from swimming too far out into the sea of pleasure. You know it’s not because of how rough your treated her, but because you had pulled away your warmth at a most crucial time. At once you are awkwardly laying yourself onto your desk next to Kroos, one arm wrapped over her while your other, in a most uncomfortable contortion beneath your body, grabs hold of Kroos’ limp hand.
Tender little squeezes as she slowly recovers, letting her know that you hadn’t left her. That you wouldn’t leave her alone until she’s got that mask of strength and independence firmly in place once again.
This was nothing new between you two. It started when Fang left, and only got worse when she received the news about Beagle’s scuffed mission. In a moment of terrible weakness, you two had crossed a line, and now you have become her anchor.
Her ragged breaths eventually slow, she returns your squeezes with her own, and she begins to stir once more. A quick moment of awkwardness strikes you when she reaches back and feels the stain, eyebrows raised in surprise when she realizes that it was most certainly going to show beneath the hem of her shirt. You whisper assurances that you were still here with her as you go to grab tissues, but Kroos laughs. Her smile is there… and it’s not forced.
“Aw geez… you really did a number on me, didn’tcha?” Kroos chuckles as she shakily stands and fixes her now off-center leotard.
“Sorry I went so-”
“Berko on my backside?”
“Y-yeah-”
Kroos reaches out for you… but not in the needy, frantic way that she might have before when the sadness took hold of her, and instinctively you step into her grasp.
“Ya can make it up to me. Tea at the canteen?” She offers quietly, her hand right over your heart, feeling it’s thundering beat.
“I need to shower first and meet with Kal, but dinner at the canteen later.” You offer up. There’s a bit of droop to her ears, and instinctively you grab her and pull her close. It’s easy enough tucking that small Cautus woman beneath your chin, arms wrapped around to let her know that she’s not alone. She nuzzles in for a moment, then playfully pushes you away, nodding so emphatically that her ears bounce.
All there is left to do is to get dressed- well, that and finishing your work, but you’d just have to take a raincheck on that given… the current circumstances. You can’t help but glance at Kroos the moment you replay what just happened, and you swear you see her cracking her eyes at you with a… lick of her lips? When you give her your full attention though, she’s only smiling wide and aloof once more while buttoning up her shirt. When both of you are dressed, you give each other a once over to make sure nothing was too out of place.
“See you later then, Doc~” Kroos wistfully calls out with a wave as she makes her exit, like this was just a normal, every day occurrence.
Part of you wants it to be an every day occurrence, but that was too risky. Too much chance of getting caught and having to answer for the breach of HR guidelines. It was a shame you had to shower though. Though you have the musk of sweat and sex clinging to you, there is that pleasant warmth of Kroos’ scent still lingering. A gentle aroma of wildflowers and poppies, a reminder of Kroos’ wanderings that you wouldn’t mind having for just a bit longer.
Shower on, skivvies in the bin, the sensation of washing off that layer of sweat that had dried in the time it took you to walk your suddenly worn legs back to the dorms. Relaxing… reinvigorating even… the kind of relief you need before a sit-down-drag-out meeting with Kal.
Was that the sound of the dorm door opening? Couldn’t have been, usually makes a lot more noise when it clacks fully open, gears grinding and all that. A contented sigh, as you wash your hair out…
And the shower door clicks open, another body stepping into the tiny space with you. Instinctive fear and panic as you reach out to grab the offender, unable to see from the shampoo dripping down your face.
And your hands grab hold of something soft and supple. Familiarly so.
And the quiet, sleepy giggle?
You manage to wipe the soap out of your eyes in time to see Kroos, stark naked and glistening from the bit of showerwater that hits her. Of course you’re straight dumbstruck, standing there with a handful of her tit as she beams a smile at you. Your brain is still trying to turn over and start up again, to ask her just how the hell she got in, or why...
But there’s one part of you that’s quick and instinctive upon seeing your lover both naked and in close proximity, and it rises into her waiting hand.
“Doctor~” Kroos purrs dreamily, pressing the soft mounds of her chest up against you, “We can save more water if we shower together, ya know?”
Her hand strokes you tenderly, a vulgar contradiction to her sweet, wholesome-sounding words. It’s enough to send a jolt alongside the shiver of pleasure that rockets its way up your spine.
“Kroos, what’re you doing here?”
She tilts her head so innocently, despite the fact that you are both stark-naked and her hand was wrapped around your cock. To answer your question, Kroos stands up on her tip-toes, just to get closer to your face. It feels as if she’s scrutinizing you, scanning you from beneath those heavy eyelids of hers.
And she lifts her little button nose that little bit more, presents her lips for you. Bottom one soft and plump as she gingerly puckers them. She calls it having a little pash, something normally small and inconsequential for lovers, but for her it's something more. An affirmation.
When your lips touch hers, Kroos gets hungry. Not in the aroused sort of sense, but something deeper and far more… hurt. Like she’s trying to fill a little bit of herself that was aching.
It pains you to see it, and consequences and bad habits be damned, you always wind up giving it to her, if only to… keep her smiling. Just like right now, when you feel her sigh into you, the nervousness and anxiety melting from her hardened core. Her tongue comes out to play, licking at your teeth, begging to be let in. She teases you open little by little, just enough that she can gently lick and tickle your tongue and provoke it into a wrestling match. It’s not long after that you’ve got her pushed up against the wall again, sucking on her face, hands grabbing fistfuls of her flesh, cock pressed against her belly and trailing a thin sheen of excitement that the water doesn’t quite wash away.
And you have to push her away, before you consume the little blonde Cautus beauty before you.
“Doc… you always taste like lollies. Just why is that?” Kroos giggles, placing a hand on your chest that slowly works its way to wrapping itself around your neck once more.
“Couldn’t say, I just-”
Kroos draws you in for another kiss, though this time she must have tasted some of your trepidation. It’s much more subdued, much more… well like a lover’s. She smacks her lips playfully when you part again, licking her them and humming like you were some tasty treat.
And here you were, worried that you were going to devour her.
“Turn around, Doctor. I’ll get your back for you.” Kroos offers, showing an odd amount of restraint as she grabs the soap. Even if you told her you’d get yourself, she’s already lathered those lithe hands of hers up and begins stroking your back. All of your back, for that matter, from neck down to bottom, and just when you think she’s done, she presses her chest up against your back and wraps her arms around your waist.
The soft mounds glide back and forth, up and down, slippery on soap suds, but you can feel the stiffening tips too as her hand reaches down for your shaft. Carefully, Kroos strokes your length, her dexterous hand moving to massage the base and the balls before coming back up. Over and over, an overwhelming sensation that builds that rumbling desire... until, suddenly, she simply stops.
A growl escapes you involuntarily, a surprise certainly for you as it must have been for her-
But when you spin, Kroos is smiling up at you. Hair damp and coming loose from her braid, body lathered up, gods it is getting hard to just not fucking savage her again right here and now-
“I’ll get you.” You manage to wheeze out after a quick rinse, much to her delight. Kroos giggles as you scrub her chest for her, your soaped-up hands slipping across the slope of her breasts, unable to catch a grasp until you simply scoop up their light weight from beneath.
You juggle those soft handfuls, and a sudden swell of passionate impulse has you planting a sloppy, suckling kiss on that bit of her neck that she exposes for you. It’s enough acknowledgement of your desires that she fidgets, her hand going to behind your head to hold you there. A simple turn of her head, a quiet whisper just above the patter of the shower.
“Doctor… I still need you.”
Kroos is on her tip-toes again as she sways her hips, gently bumping them back against you, feeling that hard throbbing shaft against her butt.
“Plant… plant a root in me, honey~”
The way she purrs, the way that she kisses you lightly before letting go, its all so hypnotizing. You watch as Kroos plants her hands against the opposite wall, still on her tip-toes as she spreads her legs.
You barely have enough space in the shower for a wide and low stance, but by the gods, do you manage to get yourself lined up properly with Kroos’ waiting lips. She doesn’t need to entice you further than she already has, but she’s reached back and grabbed a handful of her firm, curvaceous behind, her fingers sinking in enough to help spread her that little bit for your cock to slide into her.
Warm, tight, slippery and sticky, wholly familiar to how you always started fucking Kroos-
And that’s about where the similarities end as she throws her hips back, shoving you against the wall and pinning you there. Arms fully extended to hold herself up, Kroos arches and flexes her back as she rolls her hips into you, the strata of muscle there reflective of her being an elite now.
“Kkhhk! Nnnmm!” Kroos bites back a moan when she slams your cock right into the very end of her womanhood with an ear-poppingly loud and wet clap. Another throw of the hips back, another impalement, another collective grunt between the two of you as the pleasure builds. Your hands are on her hips, but you don’t have control of her right now as she begins the process of frantically fucking herself using you cock.
“Doctor… Doctor!” Kroos moans for you, like she wants you to grab hold and rut but every time you try and thrust to meet her, she slams herself back harder to hammer you into the wall as if you were no more than a nail.
“Doctor…” Your lover continues to deliriously moan, as if you aren’t even there with her. It’s… oddly hot, in its own twisted way; like watching a woman masturbating except… well the twisting pleasure that her walls brought you as well. Kroos seems drunk, driven purely by instinct- a Cautus caught in a mating heat.
And Kroos is determined. Even as her thrusts grow erratic and stuttering, she continues to clap you against the shower wall. You feel her walls tighten to near-painful degrees from another over-stimulated orgasm, yet she’s throwing her hips back. Yes, this was the new Kroos, the one determined to see every mission through to its end.
And right now her mission was to get you to release it all over again, wasn’t it? Must be, because when you feel that swell come to carry you away, she only grinds herself down harder upon your tip, her walls strangling and convulsing to clamp down harder on how you surge inside her.
“Kroos… I got to… pull out-”
A whimper. Melancholic yet full of want and need as she throws her hips back one final time, the finishing stroke that breaks your restraint like a twig. Your fingers claw at her backside, unable to decide if you want to push her off or tug her harder onto you. A guttural moan rumbles its way from deep within your chest, an incoherent and animalistic cry the moment that you release.
Kroos is silent as your seed fires deep inside of her belly. She keeps herself pressed against you to catch every drop, her whole body paradoxically shivering at the warmth that you unleash into her. Her chest is heaving, knees shaking, and at once she unceremoniously slips herself from you. She hides her face from you as she opens the shower door and steps out, her movements unnaturally stiff for someone you knew to be naturally graceful.
“Kroos?”
“I’m… sorry Doctor.” She mumbles quietly, ears drooped. She must have come to her senses then if she’s feeling bent about what you two did... but it wasn’t like you had told her to stop.
“I… carried away… it won’t happen again-” Her voice tapers into a squeak as she gathers her clothes, not even toweling off. Fight of flight, that shot of adrenaline when you see the regret on her face as she slips out of your bathroom.
You dive after her, nearly tackling her tiny frame onto your bed as she tries to swiftly throw her shorts on. It’s one of the few other times her eyes are wide open, this time in shock at just how frantic you had been to stop her.
“D-Doctor?” Kroos squeaks, pinned beneath you. She back to being meek, back to trying to be aloof, so that no one could have any expectations of her. Too late for that though, as you slam your lips to hers. She squeals into your mouth; surprise and protest, but when you come up for air, her lips try to follow yours.
“Don’t you dare leave, Kroos. Not like that.” You breathlessly say.
She glances away, a cold, weak smile on her face- the kind of smile you thought you’d never see on her again. The moment she shakes her head and tries to pretend like she’s alright, you press your forehead to hers. She’s still trying to look away, but there is no denying what this whole tangling relationship was. The two of you may have made a mistake, may have crossed that line that you never meant to, but you had done so together.
Gods if only you could just… show your thoughts, let Kroos see the truth in there that’d put her heart at ease.
“Doctor?”
“Yes, Kroos?”
“...you left the water running.”
“And you’re getting my bed wet.”
“...can you… get off me?”
“Why are you running now?” You ask softly.
She bites her bottom lip, chewing it just like the uncertainty that must be chewing at her heart.
"I'm not running from you, Kroos." You affirm even as you roll off of Kroos, tentatively standing as you watch to see if she’ll try to dart away again, but she doesn’t. In fact, Kroos just picks herself up and stands there, shivering and dripping until you return from turning the shower off with a towel in hand. She doesn’t wrap herself up though, merely dries herself off, undoing her long braid to let the long wavy strands of wheat blonde spill down.
And when she’s done, you offer her your hand, gently guiding her down into your bed.
It’s actually the one place you’ve never had her before- the closest you two had ever been to intimacy in the privacy of a personal space… was the night that Kroos broke down. She shudders lightly as you pull the covers over the bundle of your bodies, holding her close against your chest in the most physical representation of what she craves most.
You knew it from the first time you held her sobbing, quaking frame there in the empty dorm room that she had once shared with Beagle and Fang. You knew when she first clumsily climbed atop you and rode herself into a fleeting bliss to stop the pain. You knew it was just a temporary treatment, nothing more than a bandage over a gaping wound, but you’d keep being her bandage until she began to heal.
“Don’t let me be alone, Doctor.” Kroos shakily whispers, exactly the same she had that night. “I don’t want to be alone again.”
“You won’t be.”
Words don’t have the same weight as actions- it was one of her first lessons she took to heart when she started her path to becoming an elite. To practice what you had preached, you tenderly stroke her cheek before encompassing her whole tiny frame with your own, spooning so lock-tight that you’d be one person.
“Doctor… do you… um…”
You nuzzle into the wild wavy wheat that is her hair, drinking in the scent that is distinctly Kroos, and give the top of her head a kiss. While she doesn’t relax, she’s certainly not tense and ready to run anymore. Who knows how long you two lay there, and there would be those moments where you think that she’s dozed off when she suddenly jolts.
“D-Doctor…!?”
“I’m here, Kroos.”
“Do you… want me, Doctor? That’s why… right?”
“W-What?”
Kroos breaks herself from your cuddle, sitting up and letting the sheets fall from her. Beautifully naked, her ivory skin lit by the dull orange glow of the dimmed lights, her breasts gently rising and falling with each deep breath she takes. Another shift so that less of her is obscured as she leans slightly, posing like some sultry poster-girl. When she tilts her head and exposes more of her neck, her curls of gold sway, and she runs a hand through her bangs to sweep them back and play with the green-ribboned braid there.
It’s so… seductively unlike Kroos that, well even after your two rounds with her, you’re suddenly certainly ready for a third.
But this was precisely the problem! She couldn’t keep… thinking that sex was the only reason you kept her around! Your words are a jumbled mess as she pushes aside the sheets covering your now hardened manhood and straddles you.
“Doctor… I need you… to want me.” Kroos whines the desperate truth to her actions as she wiggles her hips so that her blossom grinds against your shaft.
She’s not in heat though, she’s not wet or ready, and she’s certainly not feeling the pleasure despite how she starts to reach back for your shaft. You might not be able to think of the right words that would snap her out of this feverish dream, but you were done letting yourself passively fall into the same mistake. You shift out from beneath Kroos, rolling over atop her in a stunning reversal. There beneath you, eyes wide open, hair splayed out like framing rays of golden sunshine, Kroos looks about ready to break down, her thoughts right there on her non-existent sleeve.
You had stopped her, thus you had rejected her. You didn’t need her anymore, so back on the reserve roster she’d go to sit alone in her dorm-
“I love you, Kroos.”
“W-W-What?”
“I love you Kroos.” You state again, this time far more confident than before now that you had a way to explain should she try and deny your own heart.
She’s a paradox, isn’t she? Lazy but diligent, confident but shy, lethargic yet still so full of energy, and of course so joyful and so sorrowful all at the same time. It’s why her growth captivated you and why she shines brighter and more beautiful.
Gods, how you couldn’t muster those words before had fed into the whole problem to begin with.
“I love you, and that is why I’ll make sure that you’re never alone again… if you want me, that is.”
“Doctor…”
Those golden irises of hers never stop scanning your face, looking for some sign that you are lying. Hardened, determined, the most serious she’s ever taken something.
And predictably, yet still completely shocking to you, tears well up in the corners of her eyes. She shakes them away, choking back a sob as best she can. Those lips you so desperately want to kiss quiver, and you wait diligently to see just which way they’d turn.
“Can you love me?”
A gentle touch of your lips cut into her doubt, but don’t excise it completely. Another then, over and over again, each time you put as much heart and soul into them until Kroos begins to melt down once more. Her hands once again pull you in, but lacking that desperation of all other times. She mewls between soft smacks, her soft fingers tenderly stroking your cheek. Both of you tempered though, this wasn’t the lust that had started this whole cycle.
Or, at least that was the intent when you had started. You were still both naked your bed, and it is certainly hard to restrain the biological impulse of seeing a beautiful woman that you’ve… copulated with before beneath you. Your rod rubs up against Kroos, and even just a light touch makes her freeze mid-smooch.
“S-Sorry, force of habit-” You try and apologize, but Kroos drags you down and shuts you up with her lips.
“T-touch me.” She whimpers the very moment she lets your mouth free of hers, and as if you had any doubts about it now, she grabs hold of your hand and guides it to her blossom. It’s steaming hot, her petals parting with just the gentlest press of your finger gliding on the nectar.
“More… please, more…” She begs weakly. Hearing that breathless request while the warmth for Kroos is still red-hot in your heart, you set to pleasing her with eager vigor. You fingers dance within and atop her, watching and listening for every shift in her breathing, building that steam up once more.
“Mnn! Nnn! Nnnnn!” Kroos whimpers, and without warning, she reaches down for your rod.
Third time in a single day, and Kroos has not lost any of her heat or tightness. If anything, she is far more worked up than ever before. Sinking into her is like melting. You lose sense of just where you end and she begins, but you move your hips anyways.
“Nnngh… AH!” Kroos cries out, breathless and pitched so sweetly that you just have to roll your hips to hear it again.
“AH! Nnn-AH!”
Your Cautus lover, either overtaken by a sweep of passion or embarrassment at her vocalizations, throws her arms around your neck and pulls you down. She hides there, tucked beneath your chin as you take slower, deeper churns of her nectar. Your hips pump and roll, not in that pistoning and savage way that you and Kroos always partook in, but instead with a flow, a rhythm, a passionate flame. Soft lips on your collarbone, suckling upon your tender neck, planting kisses wherever they land as your bodies roll and bounce off of the bed together.
Close together. One together. Opposite to all the impersonal times of one dominating the other.
“I love you, Doctor.”
“Kroos-”
“So please…”
She wraps her legs around your hips, holding you tight against her so that your bodies mirror your words. There’s not a moment of hesitation as you nestle deep into your lover, pressed right up against her very womb. The closest you could ever physically be to her, and her walls cling to hold you there.
“Please~”
Hearing Kroo’s voice, so light an unburdened, so… her is the perfect moment to slip into that passionate bliss. For the second time today, you sow Kroos with your virility, but this time you cradle her. Warmth on the outside from how you embrace her, warmth on the inside with how your love for her fills her up.
Quiet mewls between heavy panting. Soft, joyful giggles that finally match that beaming smile. A tangle of two sweaty bodies, a wild mess of wet and clingy hair, and a constant fluttering of kisses before you both settle into one another’s arms. Yes, here you two are, together.
You wake to a beautiful sight. Kroos, curly curtain of hair down and frazzled, standing and stretching herself out next to your bed in nothing but an oversized green t-shirt and pair of particularly cheek-clinging panties. Where and when she had dug that thing up from your dresser, you have no idea, but you’re not going to question… especially not when Kroos takes notice of you and spins around. With just a tug from behind her back, she pulls the thing taut to teasingly show off her figure.
“Up and at ‘em!” Your lover brightly calls out before playfully flopping herself onto your bed. “C’mon, how come I’m up before you!” She teasingly prods your cheek, her face scooting ever closer as you feign falling back to sleep.
When she’s just close enough, you spring your trap, lips ready for hers-
And she leaps away, those Cautus reflexes honed to an elite’s degree.
“Mnn, Doctor?” Kroos hums, the oversized smile slowly melting down to one that is simply soft and earnest. A finger to her chin, a coy tilt of the head… and a skip of your heart at the sight. The moment you feel that ache in your chest, that sudden magnetic need for Kroos, she cracks an eye to peek at your honest heart.
And she dives in, sweeping your lips into a kiss as she throws her arms around your neck. The gods only know how long you two try and hold it, but eventually you have to part to breathe.
There is that odd, niggling sensation that you have forgotten something, but whatever it was, it paled in comparison to Kroos’ sudden, bright energy. She leans over you, pressing her forehead to yours and ironing away the crease of your frown. A wordless transfer of thoughts as she nuzzles and gingerly pecks at your cheek.
It’s okay to shirk duties every once and a while, as long as you have something else to show for it… and Kroos’ true smile is certainly something to show for it.
Yeah… yeah whatever it is, it was probably nothing you tell yourself as you pull Kroos back down into bed with you.