RP: Taking It Back [Time-out!] Luke and Chrysie Make a Porno (Clean Portion)

[Lamb]

When the team returned to the submarine, most of them walked towards the gangway in the waning evening light with no sense of urgency whatsoever. At the head of the pack was Lucas, who did seem to have some urgency to his step, however, almost jogging to the gangway and nearly falling over as he crossed the threshold on the way to the hatch. As he caught himself at the top of the ramp, Lucas turned back and shouted to everyone below, "No one is allowed in my room tonight! ... Except Chrys!"

Alex smiled briefly up at him before trudging onwards with his hands in his pockets. The mathematician turned briefly to Chrys as they advanced on the submarine and stuck out his hand. Within the seat of his palm was a condom. His face held a mischevious grin, made macabre by the stream of blood coming from underneath his eyepatch.

"I think you'll want this, Chrysanthe." He said. Chry chuckled to it. She then palmed the condom and then put it in her pocket. Were it that obvious? CHrys and Lucas hooked up in the armory with no one else around, but it appeared nothing escapes Alex. Or maybe he bugged her coat or something.

"You got only one?" She joked, but without waiting for answer she rushed on. Getting over gangway in much more elegant manner then Lucas. Soon afterwards she was sliding the ladder down into the bowels of the submarine. One short stop in room she slept in, where she discarded all her guns, and that stuppid bullet proof vest. A minute later Chrys stood in front of Lucas's room. She knocked twice and tried entering. As the door slid open, she found herself looking at Lucas throwing guns and knives hastily off of his bed into a box on the floor. When he noticed her entering, Lucas gathered up the rest of them into a blanket and slung it into the corner of the room.

"Don't ask how I got it so dirty in just one night!" He said, nervously kicking the box of guns into another corner of the room.

"Oh like I am neatly groomed. Shit happened luv, lots of it." She responded and walked inside, letting the doors slide closed behind herself. It was truth, Chrys herself was rather dirty, not mention all the dry blood on her hands, from the time she slit throat of armored trooper. Few steps forward and she stood before him, looking him into eyes. "But maybe I do not care about any of that right now." She whispered and grabbed his hand.

"Oh yeah?" Lucas' face drew up into a smile and he close in on her. His other hand wrapped around her waist and his face drew near to hers. "What do ya care about right now, lady?"

Chrys moved in closer, tightly gripping his hand. Her other hand found its way on his chest, where she rested and enjoyed the feeling of another human being. She sighed in relief and let her head lower itself and find a resting place on his shoulder.

"You, you big dummy." She said with soft smile on her lips.

"That's..." Lucas seemed to be at a loss for words. Nonetheless, he pulled her in and wrapped his arms tight around her, with a big bashful grin on his face. "... really cool."

Chrys giggles a little, seeing as Lucas was... very bad at this. It was interesting to see the big warrior become shy young man. Chrys looked up in his eyes.

"You are supposed to say, 'I care about you too.' here by the way." She said and laughed. She then moved toward his face to steal first kiss of the night.

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[Lamb]

Re: [Time-out!] Luke and Chrysie Make a Porno (Clean Portion

After all the rigormarole, Lucas plopped over on the bed, heaving. He looked straight up at the ceiling and muttered, "Let's do that again in twenty minutes." Chrys nodded as she fell right next to him, trying to catch her breath. "Yes, it was amazing." She said. She leaned on him and pressed her body against his for warmth. "Twenty minutes, sound good. Just let me catch my breath."

"Amazing." Lucas repeated it. "I never got a compliment like that before. Just a thanks and a tootle-loo. Is this what it's like with all the girls you kiss on the mouth?"
"Heh," she giggled a little. "It was with all the girls I kissed." She said with wide gring on her face. "You know we woman are gentle creatures. We like caress and love."

Lucas turned over on his side and slid an arm underneath Chrys' neck with a contented sigh. His other hand reached down and scratched at his thigh. "Not the women I been with. I never fucked a lady who I kissed on the mouth. And the women I been with like grabbing and pulling and bouncing around without even breakfast in the morning."

Chrys rested her head on Lucas's shoulder. She felt afterglow and it was all nice. After months she finally had a nice time. No worries no. Just she and man she cared about. All was good. Though it was funny that after their first lovemaking, first thing they talk about is sex with other people.
"Well sex with pick-up girl and sex in relationship are completely different things. One-night stand that just wants to use to release stress won't be the same. I care about you and I want to be with you now." She said to him, trying to explain it a little.

"So you can tell me if a girl is gentle or not before I mess around with her and waste my time, then?" He asked, toying with a strand of her hair on his stomach. "Or do you need to mess around with her first?"
"Everyone is a different. There is no telling how they are in bed. They might be gentle lovers or animalistic lusters." She said with small shrug of her shoulders. "You have to find out yourself."

"So you need to mess with her first, then?" He asked again, blankly. "Cuz I want to have more of that sex."

"It is doubtful you get gentleness from girls if all you want to do is fuck with her.There is more to relationship." She told him, this topic was starting to make her feel little uneasy. Was she just one night stand for him? She though something was growing here, maybe she read him badly though.

Lucas frowned. Relationship talk was starting to make his head hurt. All of a sudden, there were all the complex rules about how he would find out whether he was going to have great sex or not. His off-hand went over to Chrys' back and pulled her tight against him.

"Whatever." He said softly, "Sounds complicated. Let's just keep it you and me for now. We can figure out how to have sex with people later."

Chrys was little surprised by this. So all this time he just talked about adding another person to their newly formed sex-life? That was actually a relief of sorts. "Yes, I think we can have a lot of fun just the two of you. Just one last thing, just always do what you believe is right for you and the woman you care for."

Wait. Lucas opened his eyes and looked over to the wall. He seemed to remember this being a problem before, with the last woman he was involved with. "Wait." He said, aloud this time. "Would it hurt your feelings if I had sex?"

"I would feel jealousy, yes. It would hurt my self-esteem if you went after another woman. I would most likely feel unneeded." Chrys told him. She finally started heaving a grasp of him. He was just inexperienced in... being human. All his life he was soldiering, he could never grasp a concept of normal life with what he lived through. It made sense suddenly.

"That's weird." He replied, now chewing on the lone strand of short white hair, "Alex never seemed to mind when I had sex with his girlfriends, even if they left him afterwards. He just said it was a, ' meaningless non-optional social contract' or somethin'."

"Nothing against Alex, but he is cold-blooded, calculating man. I doubt he cared much about his girlfriend." She told, while her finger straddled around on his chest. "The fact is, that I do care about you."

"Aw, I care about you, too, 'n stuff." Lucas blushed like a schoolgirl at the thought of it. "But Alex ain't cold. He saved my life all the time back in the war. Those Elysians; they were cold. They didn't take prisoners or nothin'. Alex always took prisoners and gave them fair treatment, even when the Nekos wanted to execute them on the spot."

Chrys sighed. It seemed Lucas almost worshipped Alex. There was probably good reason for it. As much as cold-blooded bastard Alex was it seemed he somewhat cared about Lucas too. The scene in the police station proved that. The mention of Elysians sent a shiver down Chrysanthe's spine. Except for her mother only other Elysian was a ex-navy she met on Enkidu. He seemed like a gentle and wise man. Hearing about Elysians just killing of prisoners was making her be grateful, that she never sat foot there. Once again she was sure that she was Elysian in blood only. "War was tough, wasn't it?" She asked to show some interest.

"Not really." Lucas said. His gaze left hers and wandered to the wall again plaintively, "I was kind of born already knowing how to do everything." In his mind, he remembered a Mindy suit tearing off of a hillside while Alex pulled him down into a prone position before converting a nearby Elysian into a cloud of feathers with a 'Heavy' shot from his NSP. "The Civil War was harder, but only cause I was fighting other ID-Sols. What about you? You had folks on Geshrin during the war? Did you lose anybody special?"

"Well..., I...., Not really actually. My father was somewhere on Elysia, but I never met him." She said to him. She then realized that she just most likely pointed out to him, that she is ELysian. "I.... uh... I was born on this planet and except for about month a year ago I never set foot of it. So no, there was no one special to me there."

"You're dad was in the STAR ARMY?! Maybe I served with him! Do you know his name?" Lucas perked up and smiled, still oblivious, "Maybe he wasn't so bad! Maybe he just had to defend his homeland!"

"I do not even know his name..." Chrys said back. "I only know what my mom told me. He was fooling around with her, got her pregnant, but since he was someone important he could not risk getting it out. He just shipped her off-planet and did not try to contact us even once. I have no idea who it is, just that he was politician. As far as I care he is just scumbag who does not even deserve my thoughts."

"But.. What was a politician from Geshrinrari doin' on Elysia? Did he get kidnapped 'er somethin'?" Lucas still wasn't putting two-and-two together.

"Lucas," Chrys spoke out his name and sat up, looking at him laying on the bed. "I need to tell you something. I will understand if it would make you angry, but you must know."

Lucas sat up as well, quietly regarding her with his eyes firmly on hers, off of either her tits or the stray hair for the moment.

She turned her back to him, her head looking back over her shoulders. "You see those two tattoos? They are not there for looks, they are there to hide scars."

"Wicked." He said, softly, slowly trying to peice together the puzzle. "You shoulda kept them. Scars are cool."

"Not these scars. Lucas did not you ever gave a thought why I am so strong and tall?" She asked him, still walking around the topic. It was hard telling man you just started caring about that you are of race he spent large portion of his life fighting against.

"I just thought you were extra strong 'er somethin' like that." He replied, "What, are those scars from nano surgery? I don't care if it's not natrual. I'm a test-tube baby myself, after all."

"Lucas, I used to have wings where those scars are." She said bluntly.

"Oooooh." Lucas' eyes widened slightly and he nodded. He reached towards her back and rose to his knees to touch the soft scar-tissue underneath the tattoos. "You are Elysian. now I get all those stupid hints Alex was dropping."

"Yes, my father was politician on Elysia. My mother was just simple servant girl. He shipped us here and I lived my whole life in Funky City. You probably know more about Elysians then I do." She explained it fully to him. So far so good.

"Yeah, maybe." He said as his fingers finally reached her back and pressed softly against the scars. "But they're really a bunch of boring, snooty people. I don't think you'd like hearing about it."

Chrys shivered a little as he touched sensitive scar. It was after the stumps of her were surgically removed, after angry marine cut of her wings with a knife. Large and sensitive scars.

Chrys let out a sigh and turned around. She quickly hugged Lucas tightly. "I am so glad," she whispered. "I was afraid you would throw me out."

Lucas pulled her close and smiled. He had no idea why she thought he cared, but he liked being rewarded for not caring. His hands moved slowly down her back and settled at her waist and he whispered, "I'm not gonna throw you out, lady."

Chrys could not be happier. All was looking well now. She found someone to care about, who also cared about her. It was joyous moment and she knew exactly how to celebrate it. "Say wasn't it twenty minutes already?" She asked with grin on her face.