Trinity

Mornings

Explicit.

The next morning, Quaritch woke up to an empty bed. He rolled over to check the watch on his side table, he hadn't heard his alarm. 0501. Groaning he slumped back into the bed, still had about thirty minutes but he didn't want to sleep, he wanted her to get her ass back in here. As if his complaining reached her telepathically, his bedroom door opened and closed softly as she returned, carrying two mugs. God he loved this woman.

"Didn't mean to wake you." He mumbled that she didn't and she sank down on the edge of the bed, handing him his coffee. "I planned on staying in bed with you, but there was an 'emergency' in the lab."

He hummed in acceptance and propped up on an elbow to drink the coffee. Most mornings were somewhat like this, she'd usually get up and bring them both coffee to wake up. Except most mornings he'd wake up with his woman in his arms first.

"And what was so important that you had to leave my warm bed and run away to the science pukes?" She snorted and moved the mug away from her face.

"They hate it when you call them that." Her tone was playful as it scolded him, the smile on her face confirming it.

"Noted, I'll be sure to say it more often. In front of them. Loudly." She pushed his chest lightly and pursed her lips at him. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist before she could pull away and set his cup on the bedside table. Gently he grasped her chin and pressed their lips together, her cup soon followed and he deepened the kiss with a satisfied sigh.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. She came willingly, lips curling up against his as she straddled his thighs and used her body to pin him to the bed.

"You drive me insane." He groaned against her neck as she rolled her hips against his erection through the light blanket.

"I know." She whispered into his ear before raising up fully and rolling her hips again.

"You do that again, and we're both going to be late." The smile on her face grew, but she stayed still for a few seconds. He groaned in dissatisfaction when she dismounted him, but quickly cut it off when she threw off her clothes. She joined him under the blanket, it cascading off her lower back as she slid down his cock. Well then, he planned on removing her clothes himself but he was also fine with this, very fine with this.

Miles moaned as she rolled her hips and his hands gripped her waist, thumbs tracing the tattoos that dipped down to the top of her thighs. He loved what she did to him and she knew it, they both knew it. Her hold on him mirrored the hold he had on her. Nothing he had before this compared. Nothing compared to this incredible woman in his arms.

"Every time, like you were made for me." He praised before tightening his grip and thrusting forcefully into her as she rolled down. Her back arched beautifully and he continued to thrust up with her rolling hips, taking in the wonderful moans that left her. It wasn't long before she was on her back and he sank back inside of her.

He followed her pull on his dog tags, caging her with his arms next to her head and moaning into her mouth as her nails ran down his back harshly. Their tongues twisted together, moans and sighs escaped them both.

He coaxed soft moans from her lips and she dragged husky grunts from him with every thrust. One last kiss and a nip to her lip as he pulled away, he took hold of her hips and increased his pace. When he felt her coming undone, he slammed into her roughly, seeking his own release. Drowning in her sounds as she broke beneath him and he came inside her with a long drawn out groan.

He placed their foreheads together, touching her face gently with his hand. This woman was going to be the death of him. They stayed in the same position for a few more minutes before his alarm went off. Looks like they wouldn't be late after all. One last lingering kiss and they separated. Quickly cleaned and clothed, they both downed the rest of the coffee.

"Never did tell me what happened in the lab."

"I wonder why?" She responded playfully as he leaned down to kiss her. "My avatar had some abnormalities pop up, it'll just push its 'due date' back a bit. Not something that needed to be addressed immediately."

She rolled her eyes, none of the scientists on Pandora were technically overseeing her Avatar's completion. They'd be privy to what she was at that point, scientists back on Terra were dealing with it. If anything popped up she had to immediately report to the lab and do whatever they needed her to do. As she opened the door, he pulled her back in for one more kiss before starting their day.

"Jesus Christ boss, you two are worse than teenagers." Lyle leaned up against the wall and made a kissy face. Quaritch glared at him as Ten laughed, her hand ran down the side of his face, tracing his scars.

"Be safe, I'll see you assholes later today." Lyle and Quaritch watched as she turned the corner and disappeared.

"You tell her yet?" Wainfleet asked as they walked towards his office, stopping to get more coffee so he could deal with his corporal's dumbassery.

"No." He finally answered after drinking some, and the asshat kept raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"You're head over heels in love with her, and she obviously feels the same. Just fucking tell her alre- OW!" He cringed away as Z-dog came up and slapped the back of his bald head. "The hell was that for?"

"Being an ass."

"Should hit him more often if that's the prerequisite." Quaritch refilled his coffee and smirked as she smacked him again.