Bli Her, Vær Så Snill

Part 1

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It was well past midnight when Skye finally located Deadlock.

The stubborn Sentinel was slumped over in a chair inside Range 16. Shell casings littered the floor around one of the stalls and the Norwegian's custom Colt M4 Carbine sat in her lap. Something completely alien yet more familiar than a mother's heartbeat stirred in Skye's stomach as she stared at the sleeping Sentinel. Iselin looked so peaceful. The worry lines and wary gaze of her waking state were absent, leaving behind a beautiful woman seemingly without a care in the world.

A small twitch in Deadlock's real hand brought Skye back to reality, and she remembered why she had been looking for the Norwegian woman in the first place. Careful not to make too much noise, Skye entered the range and slowly crept over to the sleeping Deadlock. With a gentle hand, she slowly removed the rifle from her lap and removed the magazine, then placed both items in a nearby stall, making a note to have one of her colleagues secure the weapon.

Returning to the sleeping girl's side, Skye debated whether to wake the sleeping Sentinel or just carry her. Before she could come to a decision, Deadlock's eyes fluttered open. She blearily scanned her surroundings before her gaze landed on Skye and her eyes went wide. With a sharp intake of breath, Deadlock shot up from her seat and took up a defensive position, her stance wobbling slightly. Skye immediately backed up and raised her hands to show that she wasn't a threat.

"Whoa whoa whoa, chill, Locky. It's just me." After a few tense beats, warm recognition flooded Deadlock's eyes and her posture relaxed slightly. "Can I come closer?" A small nod from the blonde was all the confirmation Kirra needed to close the distance and wrap her arms around her crush— ahem, best-friend-slash-hiking-buddy-who-she-certainly-didn't-have-feelings-for— in a warm, secure embrace. Iselin stiffened for a brief moment before she relaxed into the hug, burying her face in the crook of Kirra's neck and encircling her arms around the small of her back. The steady flame in Kirra's core flashed over into a roaring inferno as she felt Iselin nuzzle further into her neck and inhale deeply.

"Ya' tired, luv?" A subtle nod. "Ya want me to take you back to your dorm?" Another nod. "Alright luv. Do you want to do a piggy-back ride or do ya' want to just carry you?" Iselin shook her head 'no' then nodded 'yes'. "You want me to carry you?" Iselin's only tangible reply was a nod so small that Kirra almost missed it. Without so much as another word, Kirra scooped Iselin into a bridal carry and began marching towards the Sentinel wing of the living quarters. By the grace of whatever higher power may or may not be out there, not a single agent crossed paths with Iselin and Kirra throughout their entire 1/2-kilometer journey. The only other living creature they passed was one of Gekko's... Radiant... things.

Upon reaching Iselin's dorm, the Norwegian sleepily fished her ID card from her pocket and tapped it against the reader. Once inside, Kirra made her way to Iselin's bed and slowly lowered her down onto the mattress. "Can you take your things off yourself or do you want some help?" A nod. "I don't know what that means, Locky. Do you want help?" Another nod. Kirra wasted no time in getting to work removing Iselin's jacket and boots. The boots were easy, just a knot and a zipper. Iselin's jacket, however, was a different matter. Kirra managed to get it unzipped before realizing she had a problem. "Luv, I need you to sit up so I can get this jacket off o' ya'." A small whine from the blonde told Kirra she was too exhausted to function. "Okay, luv. Can I help you up so we can get this jacket off?" No reply.

Kirra took Iselin's hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, you," Iselin scrunched up her face and draped an arm over her eyes, letting out a small groan. With a small chuckle, Kirra decided it would be easier for the both of them to remove the rest of her outer wear for her. "Alright, Locky, this is gonna feel a tad funny." Kirra took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around Iselin's midsection, then heaved her into a semi-sitting position. 'Oh, fuck me. She's so warm.' Kirra was sure her face was on fire as the thought barged its way into her mind. Securing one arm around Iselin, Kirra began working the blonde's arm out of the jacket sleeve. After a few excruciating moments, she finally managed to work the sleeve off, then reversed her position and was able to slip the other arm off relatively easily. "Okay, you're all done," Kirra lowered the other woman back onto the bed and immediately missed her warmth. "G'night, Iselin," As Kirra moved to stand from the bed, a hand wrapped around her sleeve and tugged her back down. "Vent! Bli her, vær så snill." Wait! Stay here, please.

Kirra's breath hitched. She didn't understand Norwegian, but from Iselin's body language, it was pretty clear that she wanted Kirra to stay. She knew it was a mistake. She knew it was a really fucking bad idea, but goddammit, who was she to refuse such a vulnerable request? With a warm chuckle, Kirra removed her boots and jacket, then gently crawled over Iselin and settled in next to her. As soon as Kirra stopped moving, she felt the bed shift slightly, and then a warm presence appeared at her side. Without further thought or the slightest hint of hesitation, Kirra pulled Iselin the rest of the way into her arms. As with earlier that night, the second she was in the Aussie's arms, Iselin immediately buried her face in the crook of Kirra's neck. Except this time, there was more than just a gentle nuzzle.

Fireworks exploded in Kirra's vision as she felt the unmistakable feeling of a kiss pressed to her neck. After a few heavenly moments, Iselin pulled her head back and met the other's eyes with the sleepiest, most adorable expression Kirra had ever seen. After a brief moment of gazing deep into each other's souls, Iselin closed the gap and captured Kirra's lips in a kiss so tender and sweet that she nearly melted into a puddle right then and there. They slowly explored each other's lips for a few of the longest and shortest moments of their lives before Iselin pulled back and uttered a phrase that turned the Aussie's world upside-down and inside-out.

"Jeg elsker deg."

Kirra didn't need to understand or speak Norwegian to know what those three words meant. Her reply was accompanied by a soft kiss on Iselin's cheek, just beside her lips.

"I love you, too, Ise,"

Fin.