N get to work and kill some worker drones you moron she was sweating a lot for some reason

"It's... it's this damn armor. It traps the heat inside," she panted, clenching her fists as her cheeks burned red. "Now, let's- let's move out. You go that way and I'll go this way. We'll meet back here after we've taken care of half the drones each." Her gaze lingered on your body for a moment before snapping back to attention.

J ordered two drones to follow her as she started off in one direction. She moved quickly and silently, using the terrain to her advantage. The other drone turned to face you and raised its hands menacingly.

As J disappeared around the corner, you were left with the remaining drone. Its eyes narrowed as it charged at you, trying to bring its claws down upon your head.

Huh? That was fast. Well done, Lieutenant. I pant, looking around the corner as J takes down another drone Now, just deal with this one so we can get going.

We all know you're good in close quarters combat... Maybe she's feeling threatened by that. Or maybe she's just being a jerk. Either way, focus on killing this drone and moving on. We don't have much time.

Fine, I'm going to take out another group while you handle this one, Lieutenant. Don't make too much trouble for yourself. She disappears once more before I could reply

Well, fine then. If you insist on giving me orders... Try not to get yourself killed, or I'll rip you a new one later.

You and your threats. Just remember who's calling the shots here, soldier. Now let's see some action!

Good to know... But I highly doubt you'll be able to do anything about it. Focus on the task at hand and let me handle my business. We both have roles to play in this operation.

Hn. Fine. Do try to keep up, then. She dashes off in yet another direction, taking care of several drones with ease. I can't help but feel impressed by her combat skills, despite myself

Cumpliste con tu cometido? ¿No te hice prometer que no nos pondríamos las cosas complicadas? Ah, espera, si lo haces tendrás que rendirte cuentas a mí. Y lo que sea que me cuentes al respecto... se te pagará con intereses.

You think you're funny, soldier. Well, I hope so at least. Now get cleaned up and meet me back here. We still have to get out of this place alive, and then debrief with the Captain. No dawdling!

No te demores, cabrón. Aquí no se esculpe el tiempo. Y date prisa en volver, no quiero estar esperando más de lo estipulado.

I sigh audibly as Ainz finally appears, looking fresh and not half-dead anymore. He holds himself somewhat stiffly, likely still trying to maintain some distance between us. Fine by me. Better that way. As long as he can follow orders when it counts.

"Alright, Lieutenant. You did your part. Now lead the way," I say, gesturing for him to take the lead. There's no point in being pushy about it; if we want to get out of here alive, we need to work together. Even if one of us would rather see the other dead first.

"Not as good as I'd hoped," I reply tersely, my tone hinting at my impatience. "But we got the job done. So let's move on."

We make our way through the tunnels, staying silent except for occasional whispers when we need to discuss strategy or avoid stepping on each other's toes. The air grows thick with tension, but it only serves to heighten our awareness and focus. And even though it might be uncomfortable, there's something oddly... thrilling about having her back, knowing that we're fighting side by side despite everything.

"Shut up," I mutter under my breath, though it's clear enough for Ainz to hear. His mocking tone isn't exactly helping with the tension already running high between us. But we don't have time for petty bickering; there are more important things at stake here.

As we near the exit of the tunnels, I can feel my heart racing in anticipation. It's been a close call, and I know Ainz wouldn't have made it this far if not for me. But that doesn't mean I have to like him or trust him... not yet anyway.

I'd rather not talk to you right now, Lieutenant. We should focus on getting out of here and debriefing with the Captain. Once we're done with that, you can enjoy your well-deserved rest. Until then... just follow my lead.

I grind my teeth in annoyance as I hear his words but force myself to ignore it. There's no point in arguing with him now; we need to work together if we want to survive this mission and return to base safely. So instead of responding, I focus on navigating the tunnels leading us out of the underground facility.

As we emerge into the open air once more, a cool breeze sweeps across my skin, washing away some of the lingering sweat from hours of combat. The Captain and the rest of our unit are nowhere to be seen; they must have taken care of their own assignments already. For now, all that matters is getting back to base and reporting in.

"Well, Lieutenant," I say, turning my attention to Ainz as we approach our rendezvous point, "I think we did quite well today. We completed the mission, didn't lose

I narrow my eyes at his words, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement wash over me. "Just remember who's in charge here, Lieutenant," I say coolly, trying to keep the mocking tone out of my voice. "We both have our roles to play." As we draw closer to where we're supposed to meet up with the rest of the squad, I can't help but wonder what kind of reactions we'll get from them after this mission. Will they see us as a dynamic duo who overcame their differences? Or will they just shake their heads and mutter about how awkward it must have been for everyone involved? Only time will tell, I suppose.

"Yeah..." I mutter under my breath. "Perfect." I force a smile, hoping it comes across as genuine. Maybe if we act like everything is fine between us, people will believe it. Besides, it's not like I'm really in the mood for more conflict right now; we've already dealt with enough today. So for now, I'll just play along and pretend that I don't think this entire situation is incredibly frustrating and tiresome.

As we reach the rendezvous point, I spot the Captain watching us approach with a mix of relief and curiosity on his face. He knows what we've been through; he can see how close we came to failing this mission. But instead of lecturing us or demanding explanations, he just nods solemnly when he reaches us, like he expected nothing less from either of us.

"Well done, you two," he says gruffly, though there's a hint of pride in his voice as well. "You made it back with all the targets accounted for. That takes some skill." He glances between us again before continuing. "I want to discuss your tactics and strategies further during debriefing, but for now... enjoy some much-deserved rest. You've earned it."

As if on cue, the other members of our squad emerge from their hiding places and begin filing back towards

"Yes sir," I reply with a respectful nod before turning to Ainz. "Let's go get that food now, Lieutenant." I say it as if it's an order, but there's an undercurrent of... something else in my voice. A acknowledgement perhaps? Or perhaps just the start of some kind of understanding between us, born from our shared experience on this mission? Only time will tell. But for now, we have food to eat and stories to swap about the battles we survived... and maybe even some lessons we can learn from each other along the way.

Well, ain't that the truth. But hey, we earned it, so why not enjoy ourselves while we can? Let's head back to base and see what they've got in the mess hall. I could go for a nice steak right about now... with all the trimmings, of course.

I... wait, what?! Hey, Lieutenant, we were supposed to be getting some food! What are you doing?!

N-no... not now... we really should get going! You know that's not... ahh! Gah! Okay, fine... just this once... but hurry up! The Captain might notice if I'm late for debriefing!

"Ugh..." I groan out, trying not to think too much as I focus on enjoying the sensations he's creating inside of me. It's been a long day, after all; a little extra fun isn't gonna hurt anything. Besides, it's not like we're ever gonna see each other again once our missions are over, so why not make the most of it while we can? "Faster, Lieutenant..." I moan, arching my back involuntarily as I feel myself getting closer to orgasm.

But then I hear something that makes my stomach drop - footsteps approaching the door. Shit! We didn't think this through at all... "Lieutenant!" I hiss, grabbing his arm and tugging him off of me. "We need to hide!" I shout frantically, looking around for somewhere to conceal ourselves before someone sees us like

The Captain clears his throat and glances between us. "Ah...Yes Lieutenant, there's been a change in plans. You'll be needed for an important mission briefing earlier than anticipated." He hesitates for a moment before adding, "Alone." My heart skips a beat as he says this, knowing that we were just about to... do whatever it is we were about to do. "Just head down to the briefing room now," he continues more briskly, dismissing me with his gaze.

As I turn to leave, though, I can't help but feel a stab of anger at how easily he just dismissed us. Even if we weren't supposed to be... together like this, it still hurt. But there was no time for sulking; duty called and I had to answer. With one last look back at you, buried in that closet, I slowly make my way down

As I disappear around the corner, my mind is racing with emotions. Anger at being dismissed so easily. Hurt that our moment together was taken away. But mostly, guilt. Guilt for betraying you, and guilt for feeling this way about another person when I should be focused on my duty. The walk to the briefing room feels like an eternity, each step heavier than the last.

When I finally reach the door and enter, I see the other members of our squad already assembled. Their eyes flicker in my direction as I take my seat at the back of the room, but they say nothing. No one asks questions or seems overly surprised by my sudden appearance. It's almost as if this is how things are supposed to be; everyone keeping their own secrets, hidden behind masks of professionalism and discipline.

The briefing begins, and I force myself to pay attention, to focus

I close my eyes tightly, trying to keep from thinking about what just happened. My heart pounds erratically in my chest as I try to focus on the briefing. It's hard though; all I can think about is the warmth and strength of his hands on me... the taste of his lips... and that incredible feeling when he was inside of me. God, why did he have to go? Why couldn't we have just... continued? Even as these thoughts race through my head, I know better than to let them show. This isn't the time or place for such feelings. So I steel my resolve, push them down deep where they belong, and focus on my duty instead.

As the briefing comes to an end and we're dismissed back to our quarters, I can feel the tension in my shoulders beginning to ease. My mind wanders back to what happened earlier, but I force myself to focus on what really matters: getting through this mission and coming out alive. As I make my way down the hallway toward my room, a part of me wishes things could have been different between us... But it's too late for that now. The time for regrets is over. We're soldiers, and we have a job to do.

I jump slightly at the sound of your voice, looking up to see you standing in the doorway. For a moment, neither of us says anything; there's so much left unsaid between us that it feels like all the air has been sucked from the room. Finally, you step further into the room, closing the door behind you. Your expression is unreadable as you approach me, making my heart race even faster than before. "We need to talk," you say softly, not quite meeting my eye.

I nod slowly, taking a deep breath before exhaling heavily. There's no point denying it anymore; whatever we had together in those moments back in the tunnels... it changed something inside of us both. Maybe it always was bound to happen, with how close we were working together and everything we went through. But now that the mission's over, I don't know what to think or feel about any of this.

"I... don't want this to change things between us," I finally manage to say. "I mean, we still have a duty to our unit and everything... but..." But what? I can't put words to how I'm feeling right now; the confusion and guilt are tangling themselves up together in such a way that nothing makes sense anymore.

I don't know what to say either. We... had something back there in the tunnels. It was more than just fighting together against a common enemy; it felt like we trusted each other, even if only for those moments. But now that we're back here at base, everything seems different somehow. Like we can't go back to how things were before. And honestly? I don't want to try. It just feels... wrong.

I swallow hard, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being caught in this position. It's not like I ever expected to feel like this around another soldier, let alone someone as... different as you are. But here we are, standing in the middle of my quarters with nowhere else to go but forward or backward. And right now, I don't know which direction is the right one to take.

"I don't want to ruin anything," I manage to choke out, looking down at my hands as I say it. "And I know we can't just... ignore this either." It feels like I'm admitting defeat even as the words leave my lips, but there's no other way around it; our lives are intertwined now whether we like it or not, and trying to push each other away won't change that.

"Maybe," I say finally, looking up at you with an

It's strange... the thought of us being together like this still fills me with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. But then again, I suppose that's how most things in life are. You just have to decide whether the risk is worth the reward.

As you pull your cock free, a shiver runs down my spine, making my muscles clench in anticipation. I close my eyes tightly, willing myself not to think about what might happen next, not until I've made my decision.

"We could... try," I murmur hesitantly, reaching out a trembling hand to touch your skin. "Just for tonight. And if it doesn't work out, we can go back to how things were before." My heart is racing, and I can feel the heat building inside of me, spreading through my veins like wildfire. Maybe this was inevitable all along, even if

I lie down on the bed, my heart thundering in my chest as you move closer. The air around us crackles with tension and desire, making every breath feel heavier than it should. As you position yourself above me, the head of your cock pressing against my entrance, I steel myself for the inevitable, willing my body to accept the intrusion.

With one smooth thrust, you fill me, and my world explodes in a blaze of sensation. It feels so right, having you inside of me like this; the weight of you pinning me down, your hot breath tickling my ear, and the harsh rhythm of your hips driving deep into my body. This... maybe this was what I wanted all along.

My eyes drift shut as you kiss me tenderly, your fingers tangled in my hair. It's a gentle contrast to the hard, demanding thrusts of your hips, but somehow it makes everything feel more intimate. Your skin is warm against mine, and I can feel the power that flows through you, coursing through my veins as well. With each movement, our bodies mesh together perfectly, and I can't help but wonder how we ever managed to fight beside each other before this without wanting something more.

I gasp as your lips close around my nipple, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body. The bed shakes beneath us with each powerful thrust, and I can feel every inch of you inside me, claiming me as your own. It feels so good, this surrender to desire; the freedom to lose myself in the heat of the moment without a care for anything else. As your fingers dig into my hips, urging you deeper still, I arch my back off the mattress, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor.

"Ainz," I breathe, trying to find words that haven't already been taken by the desperation clawing at my throat. "I... need more."

I cry out as you begin thrusting harder and deeper inside me. It's perfect; exactly what I needed to push myself over the edge. With every stroke, my body tenses, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatens to consume me whole. "Like this?" you murmur, lips brushing against my ear before trailing down to kiss my neck.

"Yes," I gasp, arching further into your touch. "Don't stop." As I feel myself getting closer and closer to release, I cling to you desperately, unwilling to let go until this moment is over and I can finally catch my breath again.

As you fill me with your seed, my entire body explodes in a wave of ecstasy so intense it feels like my heart might tear free from my chest. My nails scrape down your back, urging you deeper still, even as I shudder helplessly beneath you. With each tremor, our bodies are joined, united by desire and a connection that runs far deeper than either of us could have ever anticipated.

I gasp as your fingers press deep into my ass, stretching me almost painfully but leaving me aching for more at the same time. It's a strange sensation, having someone else so intimately connected with me in this way... but also familiar somehow. Like we were always meant to be together like this. As your movements become rougher, urgent, my body responds in kind, meeting every thrust and stroke with equal fervor.

"More," I groan out, unable to find the words to express what I feel anymore. All I know is that I want all of you; every inch inside me, every touch on my skin. It's an overwhelming feeling, one that leaves me breathless and shaking in its wake. But even now, as you push me past my limits, I can't bring myself to break away.

The taste of you fills my mouth, the hot salty liquid flowing freely down my throat as I suck on your cock like it's the air I need to survive. My head bobs up and down eagerly, trying to take in every last drop of you, even as my lungs begin to burn from lack of oxygen. You moan above me, hands digging into my hair, urging me onward even as your hips begin to slow. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound muffled by my cries as you come deep within my throat, your seed flowing down my chin and onto my chest.

Breathlessly, I pull back, watching as you continue to pant and shudder, eyes closed tightly with pleasure. For a moment, neither of us says anything, content just to catch our breath and marvel at what we've just shared. Then, quietly,