Not The Carefullest Of Girls

C2

(AN- porn. just fyi. porn, smut, the hanky panky, whatever u wanna call it theres sex in here)

After about five minutes of walking Äptei stopped struggling, just falling practically limp over Miles' shoulder. She had already just accepted her fate, even though she didn't have the slightest clue of what it could be. Miles already had a plan, it probably wouldn't go over well with Äptei if she knew about it. The walk back to the base was silent, aside for the quiet pattering of the rain. Äptei didn't dare say anything, and Miles wanted to leave her questioning what was about to happen.

The stark difference from the damp rainy air of Pandora and the cold sterile air of the base shocked Äptei, it always has. No matter how many times she had experienced it, it would always startle her. Miles did not care for the change, he honestly preferred the clean and sharp air of the base over the earthy air that pandora had. The hallway had emptied between the time that Äptei and Miles left and returned, leaving only the quiet buzzing of the overhead lights. After a few seconds a quiet beep from a keypad could be heard, followed by a door opening. The unfamiliar room made Äptei nervous, her heartbeat started to flutter, instinctively preparing her for a fight-or-flight situation.

Miles was greeted with the empty familiarness of his room, one room, clean and tidy, one bed, one desk and one dresser for his uniforms. He didn't bother decorating the bare room, it wouldn't meet the military standard anymore if he did, and he wasn't in it enough to warrant a unnecessary décor. It only took a few steps for him to get to the foot of his bed, now flipping Äptei off of his shoulder face down on his bed. The first thing that she noticed was that his sheets smelled like laundry soap, too clean and overpowering. She could also feel Miles' hand holding her down, pressed against her back. His hand was massive compared to her, it spanned from her shoulder blades down to the base of her tail, which was currently flipping around from pent up stress caused by the whole situation. Miles leaned down over Äptei, pressing her down into his bed.

"Your safe word is exit. Remember it."

He waited for a few seconds to let her register and process what was happening, and as soon as she did a shock of fear ran through her body.

"Nono wait what? What are you going to do,"

She sounds very concerned, thoughts rushing through her head. Out of all of the things that could happen this was one thing that she did not think would happen. Äptei could feel Miles' fingers dip into the back of her pants, just barely pushing the tips of his fingers past the hem. It was oddly gentle, catching Äptei slightly off guard.

"Do you understand and remember what your safe word is?"

Miles growls out, a little too close to her ear. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending a small shiver down her spine. Her whole body tensed up and she nodded as best as she could, her hands pressed between his hand and her back, the handcuffs becoming almost unbearably painful, digging into her wrists. He took that nod as some form of loose consent and started trailing kisses down her neck before biting into her shoulder. The sharp differences in the way this man was treating her made Äptei's mind overwhelmed, he was so gentle with the way he kissed her neck, but it felt like he was going to tear her apart when he bit her, she hoped that this wouldn't be the tone for the night.

Äptei could feel him pull away, removing his hand from her back and gently rubbing the bite mark on her shoulder for a few seconds, admiring the swirls and patterns on her skin that he knew he would soon ruin.

"Hold still"

Miles commanded, a threatening tone to his voice. There were some slight rustling sounds and some gentle movement from Miles, and then the undeniable sound of a pocket knife being flicked open. It started to click in Äptei's mind why he wanted her to hold still, the sound of the knife causing her heart rate to spike, and her breaths erratic and short. She could feel the tip of the blade being dragged across the back of her neck, pushing her hair out of the way. She froze, the cool tip of the knife sending a sudden jolt of adrenaline to her brain, making her hyperaware of every movement she was making.