#caveira

Chapter Four.

You could only hear the rain patter on your window as you tossed and turned in your own soft sheets. Your t shirt and large sweatpants were about to leave a sheen of sweat on your olive skin because of the slow warmth they were accumulating. You uncovered yourself from the coziness of the blanket. The cloudy skies looked the greyest they have all year, and so have you. You haven’t spoken to Caveira in days. Whole days. Your brain started thinking she had forgotten about you, but you know damn well she didn’t. She couldn’t.

The look on her face was disgusted with herself as she let you get out of her room. You haven’t stopped thinking about it - it was on your mind since it happened. Since the second you left, and closed the white, silent door behind you with an awkward click. It was only seven pm and you sat on base, patiently waiting for the upcoming mission to come in 4 days.

Finally. There was a lead on who the perpetrators were, and of course it was Keres. There was no other way, right? Your drone was needed for the mission. As well as stealth and infiltration. Logically, Keres knew your face. If you even came close to the level of heavily armed bases, you’d be shot dead, so you were in charge of the computers, as well as Brava. Stealth was Caveira, clearly, and our last resorts were Iana and Echo. While they were training, simulating what they should be doing in various situations, you were in your own element. The joint between your fingers did little to nothing to soothe your raging nerves that were more or less prevalent now more than ever because of her.

You kind of found it unfair and even ridiculous that no one even bothered to visit you or check on you. No one, not a soul. Your day had almost no social element to it, just mumbling a hi to others as you walked down the halls and maybe even ate breakfast, lunch or dinner together. Those gaps were full of training, and the rest of the space between that was smoking and fucking journaling. Stupid, right? But it did the job better than your brain could sort it out on its own. Even so, journaling was a loose term for you. Your notebook was halfway filled with sketches, even if it was embarrassing at your big age, of flowers, your snake, and her. The other half just contained detailed descriptions of your feelings, but with absolutely no correlation between sentences. Which, at the end of the day, didn’t necessarily bother you. Only you would read it anyway.

As you were lost in thought, puffing out the window, there was a heavy knock at the door.

Panic immediately took over your body. Shit. You’re so fucked - what if this is Hibana? What if it’s Doc? What if it’s fucking Caveira? You grabbed the air freshener out of the bathroom of your dormitory, sprayed it up and down, but not too much so it wouldn’t smell horridly and for multiple hours. You put out the joint and threw it out of the window, rubbed a hand over your scrunched up face and opened the door reluctantly. You can guess three times who it is.

Caveira stood before you with a disappointed look on her face. Mostly confused. She opened her mouth, letting out a small sound, before closing it shut, her teeth clacking together audibly. Her gaze roamed you up and down. Your fuckass dealer look didn’t go past her head as she seemingly suppressed a giggle.

“You look.. comfortable.” She said with a slight hint of snark, but then she turned serious. “Why are you ditching training?”

That earned an exaggerated scoff from you. Was she joking? She had to be. “You want a hint or you just wanna guess blindly?” You replied, a sharp edge to your unimpressed tone. “I’ll be there tomorrow. Now go on.” You actually were at a loss for words. What should you have said? I want you but you don’t want me? I’d make sure your pussy would be eaten every single day? What was possibly the perfect thing to have said.

You slammed the door shut and locked it. You could hear an angry Caveira on the other side of the door. “Zalia! You can’t just fucking do that!” She yelled, the rain masking a bit of her complaining voice, but knowing you could hear her, and then moved away, striding down the empty hall. This wasn’t going anywhere. No shot. You knew how she felt, and it was kind of embarrassing how you slammed back onto your bed, feeling the high now. But you couldn’t even enjoy it with how she stressed you the fuck out.

And then came tomorrow. You went to training, over and over, until the mission was finally up next. As you got into the freezing cold helicopter to fly to a dumb safe-house in the middle of nowhere, you held on tighter when she stepped in. Again, not a word. Maybe it was better that way. Everyone else was quiet too, until you arrived a few hours later. The clamour first started when you walked into the safe house. It was a sturdy looking place. The heat was going, there was a shower, separate bedrooms, a nice kitchen, even if you weren’t going to use it. However, the bedrooms, once again, were a problem. You were five people. Two bedrooms and a couch. Echo said it was only appropriate for him to take the couch, since the rest were all women. Brava wanted to bunk with Iana since she never really enjoyed Caveira’s company, even if she never spoke those words. Leaving you and Caveira in one bedroom.

It was already dark outside, and you had to go to bed. Everyone packed their sleep clothes with them, in small backpacks to leave them with enough room to pack some personal hygiene items inside of them as well. The owls hooting and the crickets chirping only added to the atmosphere as you laid down next to her after changing out of your heavy gear. At first, she kept quiet. Until you pinched the bridge of your nose.

It was like a switch had flipped. The door could still be opened, and yet she pounced on you like a feral cat, taking her shirt off and throwing it across the room. Her chest was already bare, I mean, who in their right mind would wear a bra to bed? You gripped her wide hips that nudged against yours, trying to settle her down in a way. “Whoa, what’s all this, then?” You chuckled under your breath. She was clearly not amused. She raised her brows and in a menacing tone she said “Just shut up”, slamming her lips onto yours. You kissed back with a fervour that could only be described as fuelled by your own desperation and anger with her - anger that she was ignoring you. Anger that she hadn’t bothered to talk to you.

She took off her sweats, so desperate in her own desire, that you wondered if she ever had gotten fucked before. After her grey sweatpants were off, you both went back to making out with each other - your one hand was tangled in her hair, which she unbraided before bed, and the other was toying with the hem of her panties. You didn’t even bother looking at what colour they were. Were they lacy, dark, light? You really didn’t care as long as they were off.

She let out a small sigh against your lips, breaking the kiss to breathe some air, before going right back to it. The affection she was showing you made absolutely no sense. Your thought process however was interrupted by the nasty ideas that crossed your mind. “How do you want me?” You mumbled, lips trailing down her neck and across her collarbone. “I don’t care anymore, do whatever, just do me.” She moaned, trying to suppress more soft noises as you slowly flipped your positions, ending up with you on top. You slowly took your shirt off, leaving your chest bare and providing yourself with some sense of relief as you got naked. The shirt you had just put on now sat on an empty chair, along with your own sweatpants. You were just left in your boxers, since you took your bra off to give you more comfort before bed. You had the whole ordeal - nipple piercings, full body tattoos, bellybutton piercing, dermals anywhere you could possibly think of, and she seemed pretty fascinated.

“What?” You scoffed a small chuckle as her gaze wandered over your whole body. From your face down to your belly button. “You’re..” she started, voice gruff and raspy with want, and then gave the sentence up when you cut her off. “A stereotype? Yeah, I know. What can I say, I’m a sucker for fitting the lezzer norm.” You gave her a small smile, but you didn’t get distracted. How could you? She was right in front of you. And you hated it. How could she be so fucking authoritative, even when you had your face between her thighs? She was.. amazing. Even for you.

“You said any way, right?” She gave a small nod after you spoke, bucking her hips up into your jaw with a clack of your teeth as you had just stuck your tongue out. Ouch. But now was no time to get distracted. A hot Brazilian woman wanted to be pleased, and that was something you couldn’t deny her even if you wanted to. You held down her hips, hands with a bruising grip on either side, and started slow. Licking long stripes up her wet heat, stringing out moans and yelps of her own, and groans and growls of your own. They shook her to her core, her pulsing and throbbing cunt wasn’t even your main focus.

Her face, though? That was a different story. You always looked up while eating pussy - you liked eye contact. It made it more personal and intimate, and the second she stopped looking at the ceiling with a fucked out expression and looked at you, it felt like the air was punched out of her lungs. She looked at your eyes, then your hair, then your eyes again. She whined, pleading softly from her red swollen lips. You just kept going faster, and to make it more fun for you, you decided to reach up, covering her mouth with your hand, trying to muffle the sounds of her low pitched moans.

“Shh, they might hear.” You mumbled against her dripping core, and she let out one soft whimper. The stimulating sensation of your tongue on her entrance made her eyes roll back as she came. Her hand was gripping your hair, her whole body shaking and her just becoming a slightly paler version of herself. You removed your hand from her mouth to finally let her be heard if she had anything to say. Arms supporting you, you slowly dragged her panties back up. That heavenly taste was still very much prevalent. So supple and sweet. You stood up to get your shirt, pulling it over your head and then tossing hers over to her resting frame on the bed.

“What was that for?” You mumbled, grabbing a cigarette from the bedside table. They were there before you came - the tobacco was probably stale and tasteless, but the thought of smoking right now sounded way too nice for you to give it up. You lit it with the nearly empty lighter you found next to it. Who would leave this here anyway? The packet was half full. Your head turned however, when you saw something move from the corner of your eye.

“Not here.” She asked of you. Her gaze was still as intense as before, but with a fucked out expression that you’ve never seen on her before. “Alright.” You whispered, setting the cigarette down, lighter as well. “As for what that was for.. just release.” She grumbled.

You scoffed. “Well, it defeated the purpose of one time thing.” Her eyes dropped, and she laid back, arm supporting her head on the lumpy pillow. “Then it’s just a two time thing. No more.” You scoffed. “Sure. You don’t even believe yourself.”

“It’s not that hard to keep it at just sex. You’re a grown woman. You understand that.” She retorted. That hurt. Deeply. Just as you thought you could get a peaceful moment with your - well, with your what? She clearly didn’t want anything else. Just sex. It was okay, sure. If that was the only thing she would see in you, at least she saw something. You just wanted peace and quiet for tonight. But she apparently wouldn’t let you. “You’re right, it isn’t.” As much as it pained you to say it - as much as you hated the words that came out of your mouth - it had to be said. Stress before the mission, especially because of fraternisation, was not to be heeded. You needed a clear mind, and it could be achieved. If you would shut up.

But you knew yourself better.

“So is this it? Just sex? That’s fucking depressing.” You mumbled. “It’s not. Grow up. We can’t get distracted here.” She replied. Her tone was so stoic it almost scared you. Like.. truly scared you. How could she be so heartless anyway? She was Caveira, after all. A cold and bitter hearted woman. “You just have to stop thinking about it.” She added.

“Well, how the fuck can I stop thinking about it when you’re laying next to me?” The question resounded through the empty white room. She let it echo through the air for a moment, before turning her head to face you. “Doesn’t sound like a me problem.” That earned a big scoff from you. “Oh, fuck off, you know you’re not that sociopathic.” You mumbled. Then came a slow kiss to your lips. It lasted longer and longer, pressing and pulling, touching backs and pushing away to breathe. “What’s wrong with you?” The question could only be heard if she was centimetres close to you, and she was. “I don’t know.” She muttered. The attempt of pulling her close was tempting you.

So you did it.

A small movement, gesturing that you wanted to hold her, was pulling her shoulder towards you lightly. She accepted, wrapping her one arm around your waist. You slept exactly like that.

—

When you woke up, you felt sore. She probably felt worse in the soreness department, but the one thing that couldn’t go unnoticed was the weight that laid on top of you. It was early in the morning too. She groaned as you moved lightly, trying to get her to lay on the bed normally, just in case someone came in.

“Hi.” You mumbled. She grumbled a greeting back. “You need to get ready, Taina.” You whispered to her, pulling away from her as you urged her to wake up by shaking her shoulder.

The familiar feeling of her lips pressed against yours was felt again. You kissed her back, over the moon about this. Whatever this is. It was soft, not like when the desire got too much to bear, not when you guys were about to get naked and take it two steps further, only to take it three steps back. But this? There wasn’t any more going back after this kiss. This was a permanent step that wouldn’t be allowed to become undone. I mean, what the fuck were you supposed to do? She just kissed you after saying that she didn’t want anything serious, and now you were at a loss for words.

“I know.” She mumbled, pulling away. Then, with enough discipline to amaze you, she immediately got up and went to the bathroom, doing whatever the hell she needed to. Maybe you heard the shower or sink running, you didn’t quite make it out - but she was back before you knew it. Hurriedly, her pyjamas were off and her gear was strapped on perfectly. She walked out without glancing back, and then closed the door behind her.

Time to do the same.

As much as it bothered you to get up out of bed, you did, went for a shower, brushed your teeth, washed your face, whatnot, and got into some light gear. You walked out of the room, shutting the door lightly.

Echo, Cav and Brava were already in the living room area. You joined too, deciding to sit at the dining table to hook up your tech. The plan was simple. You give Brava one of your drones, and she scans the people who are inside, their gadgets and abilities, as well as weapons. She hacks the cameras with her drone, and then you have access. Cameras, microphones, recording services, PCs… basically you were all up in there. Then they would take everyone down, take an apparent high positioning officer hostage to interrogate him, and grab all the other information that was available - USB sticks, files, papers.. what else you could find.

But time passed, and they left early. The camera feed went up, and you could see the low quality static footage of the base and the inside. Brava did a good job at getting you an overview of the base, and you could give them some good intel. Mumbling orders in their ear pieces, you could tell they were moving around as you were telling them to. The databases were easy to get into as well. Before your life fell apart, you fell in love with computers. Scripting - your first job was an IT internship before you started taking drugs. You had developed your own little tech after joining the military too.

Your train of thought was interrupted at the shooting that was going on now. Assault rifles bursting bullets from their muzzles, other guns you couldn’t quite focus on shooting back. You couldn’t do anything but keep focusing on getting into their databases, transferring all the files to another computer and reading what was in them. That and give directions. Left, right, coming up the stairs or down them.

When they cleared out the base, a sharp exhale escaped your flattened, chapped lips. Finally. It was done. The reviewing came then - files, paperwork, documentation on every attack, detailed and written down to a t. You looked them over and raised your brows. Eyes raking through the information, pages of new intel, you found a file.

Your file.

Zalia Crawford, born January 17th. SAS soldier, English father with a half Lebanese mother. Hell, even the languages you spoke were on there. French, Arabic, little Spanish, for a mission you did. Every little thing. You finished reading and were calm until you flipped the page. A file on you with a recent date. This was from last week.

What the fuck was this? How did they have information on you? Where was this even coming from? You read everything twice. They knew what you had done since the betrayal. This was your Rainbow File - Fenrir had one on him as well. But his didn’t have the words “This individual is a threat to our organisation - a traitor and a dangerous soldier. Therefore the neutralisation of this individual is advocated for by the Keres Legion” at the bottom.

How were you more of a threat than Fenrir? He was actually the closest to Deimos. Your shock lasted for a few seconds before Iana spoke up after slamming a full pile of folders down on the table. “What is that?” She mumbled, peak into the computer. You didn’t know what to say. Her eyes looked persistent, and you didn’t know what to do. Would they put you on a protection program? Or something similar? Would they hold you for fucking ransom? You couldn’t imagine the procedures and the lengths they would go to, so you nonchalantly mumbled that it was nothing. “Just some portfolios. They might be of the dead people. I remember seeing a few at Hereford.”

You hoped your unmotivated voice and the excuse of uninteresting contents inside the files would make her give it up. And god bless, Iana. She did. She let it go with a small grunt of curiosity. “What about the rest?” You asked. Her hand reached over to the other side of the table and gently handed you a folder she had already checked. Base locations, exact numbers of active duty soldiers and troops.. all of those things you could use best. Structure gave you comfort. That was good, practical and disciplinary.

“Take a look at that. It’s filled with information.” She said. As you flipped through the pages, you got curious. “And where’s the rest of the team?” You asked her, your voice calm. Trying to stay calm. As calm as one could be after realising their old boss had it out for them. Iana gave a sharp exhale as she flipped through some documents. “They’re coming. Outside, smoke break.” You scoffed. “Everyone?”

At that, she shrugged, sitting down on the couch with a sigh while turning pages, trying to seem like she was reading it all, even if she was probably just reading the numbers. Your breath became unsteady, but you tried regulating it as much as you could. You knew Keres. They were gonna find you and do worse than kill you, maybe. Torture you, threaten you with killing your family, but then probably still have you kill your loved ones. Then they kill you too. Unless you do it to them first.

Your brain grew louder before it quieted down at the door opening. Echo, Cav and Brava came back in, glancing at the table, looking quite impressed by the sight of the folders they scavenged. “Did you read them already?” Brava’s voice resounded. She looked at you and Iana, both with files in hand. “Not everything yet.” Iana mumbled, sounding completely monotone since her concentration was elsewhere at the moment. “Naar, what did you find on the drives?” Echo questioned. You met his eyes, and after noticing that she was standing right behind him, you focused on her. She was staring straight at you, before averting her gaze immediately after she saw your pupils dilate. You looked at him again. “Uh… just some blueprints, 3D renders. A good amount of data about places they might’ve attacked, and future target locations. You can take a look later, just.. let everything transfer for now.” Saying that earned you a look of interest and satisfaction from Echo. It was getting dark now too. You guys would all leave tomorrow afternoon.

Everyone grabbed one folder, like a damn bedtime story. You thought you’d take your computer with you and start reading some other files. You didn’t want anyone seeing what you were reading before.

At this point, you were all turning in. Everyone was back in pyjamas, the door went back to being bolted shut and the warmth Cav gave you was being felt again as you laid in bed. She was analysing every single word like it was about to jump up at her, uneasy and nervous to see what this could possibly include. After what you had read earlier, you were done with reading. With the way your mind raced, you knew you weren’t gonna be able to sleep tonight. Still trying, you didn’t speak a word and laid your head on the pillow, closing your eyes and trying to get some rest.

Until a few minutes passed. She stood up from the bed, leaving the folder she finished reading on the pliable mattress and walking out of the room. You didn’t wanna make it seem suspicious to get up after her. But you had an inkling she might look at the rest. And then at your file. You couldn’t think of anything worse to happen. Not only would she know more about you than you would like, but she’d get attached. It was your death Deimos was talking about.

After a few minutes of gruelling anxiety, you got up, figuring she was reading it already. You leaned over the doorframe to the area, and there you saw a silhouette, brown folder in hand. You could only make the picture that was pinned to the file as yours.

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FICS

back off. (Caveira x Reader)

You’re a Keres Legion soldier. Well, you were. Until you joined Rainbow and everything changed. Including your relationship with a very gruff woman at base.

>> chapter one.

chapter two.

chapter three.

chapter four.

chapter five.

DRABBLES

>> ormond

legion!dbd x reader

>> deployment

simon “ghost” riley x reader

Chapter Three.

After that, the week had been eventful. There was a big change in our intel department. Ram, Vigil and you had found some priceless information about Deimos. With that help, the team was able to infiltrated the headquarters of this man and captured him.

Even if it was hard to.

From then on, more people joined.

The stress was getting to everyone. Including you.

That was followed by an event that shook the whole operation to the core. The Keres Legion had finally decided to fight back. To infiltrate our base. Hereford base. To free Deimos.

Hereford was being attacked. From the inside. Some rookies were undercover, killing others. Rainbow couldn’t let this happen. They just could not. You were trying your best to do what you could to defend yourselves. Everyone was getting evacuated. Not all of you could make it out in time.

Rainbow was in danger. You couldn’t get back up from this. Especially after what Blackbeard said. GSAC was voting on shutting Rainbow down. The whole operation.

The ruins of the base were littered with rubble and debris, as well as a bunch of people. A few recruits were dead. Some operators injured. And Dokkaebi was captured by Keres.

But if Deimos wasn’t leading that strike… who was? Zero said it was Phobos. A whole new force to be reckoned with. Meaning in your time of need, you guys were working with Nighthaven again.

Now? You needed to find Dokkaebi and get revenge on Keres. There was more intel, and your computers were swarming with it. The data said a lot. A district in Detroit. Most of the relevant arrows pointed that way. You did find Dokkaebi, eventually, evacuating her.

Soon enough.. Phobos was found. And he got killed in the final mission. Deimos was arrested.

Two years after the shutdown, Bishop was being called in. Was Rainbow being done again? Was it back? Missions? You needed to talk to Caveira. You needed to know what she was feeling in that moment. Did she pretend? Pretend not to think about it? Maybe it was ravaging her mind, and maybe it was not.

But you knew it was ravaging yours. Her damn face paint that made her stand out sometimes, and somehow, it kept her under cover. Not on base, though. Her eyes still pierced through fucking anything. Her insanely and infuriatingly good moves in the field - practiced in such a way that made it look fucking easy. Her neatly braided hair, everyday, the same fishtail, one highlight in her hair. Probably doesn’t even get it retouched.

But her body on yours? You thought about that more often than not. Her warmth pressing against your hips, the way she tensed up immediately.. she definitely always got what she wanted. From the body language and everything, even attitude-wise.

You wouldn’t let yourself think further than that. Because as you know from your past - that won’t end well. Capricorn and Scorpio? Forget it. Not you two.

You knew you’d fall down a deep hole, blinded by lust, probably. Like Alice in Wonderland. Except much more… interesting. And adult like. You’d hurt her in the process. Commitment was never your thing. You could only imagine how horrible it would be if you would break up. If she was a bitch now, how would you survive that? You would rather destroy your 10 years of heroin sobriety than date another woman in the next year. Especially her.

It scared you. You didn’t wanna use anyone. Didn’t wanna hurt anyone in the process of getting the only thing you liked in a relationship. Sex. And that was it. It wasn’t healthy and you hated thinking about it. Always. You felt nasty and sad and femcel-ly. Like, really badly. The way your blood ran cold when you saw a hot girl was worth studying, but her?

You ran hot. If only she hadn’t straddled you like that. Maybe you could just.. forget it. As hot as she may be. She was still a bossy woman. But you liked that. A lot. However, you didn’t wanna treat a woman like she’s less than anymore. It’s hurtful and toxic. Not to mention disgusting. And disrespectful.

Your mind never went into overdrive.

You had tattoos, piercings, a good style, classic masc. you knew chicks loved you. You knew you were hot. Very. You always got what you wanted. At clubs or parties, you’d pick out the prettiest femme out of the crowd and bring her back home. Introduce her to your pet snake. Then fuck her till she sobs.

But with Caveira, you didn’t feel like you had the control. And that made you feel something so… special. So new.

Did she even mean it that way? You always got looks from girls. Hot or not. But nothing compared to hers.

Was your look the same? Was she thinking about you? Or were you wrong?

Her eyes screamed “I don’t know how to handle these feelings.” And neither did you.

You now sat at home. Staring at the text from Hibana.

“You will be called in if we see fit.”

Who was boss now? Bishop? Still the four leaders of every group? What were the regulations? When would you meet on this? What was this? Did they even have a plan?

You had a t shirt on, since it was warm in Britain for the first time in months. Your track marks were covered by your tattoos, partly. Some were still very visible if you looked closer. That chapter of your life was something you didn’t want to remember. It was the worst. Ever. The immense pain and sickness you felt was absolutely unfathomable.

Suddenly, your clothes felt tight. Your hands were shaking lightly, just enough to make you notice that it wasn’t your usual shaking. Your mind was moving way faster than you could comprehend. Memories of your past were taking up space, crowding together inside of your brain.

You could remember it so clearly.

Chilling at a friend’s house. Ancient couch, syringes everywhere, on the floor, on the tables, and one in your arm with a slightly bigger dosage than your usual amount to keep you going.

That’s the last thing you remembered. Waking up in a hospital bed, surrounded by the only people who cared in that moment. Especially, one very angry looking woman. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes had the most intense rage behind them, and she was yelling in Arabic. Your mom. The scariest woman in Lebanon, as you know it.

She was screaming at you, calling you an idiot and at this point, also being angry at herself for not noticing your descent into addiction.

Recovery was hell for you. Withdrawal was something your head had blocked off. Officially, it was something that you had mostly avoided thinking about. Being sick, shaking, trembling in fear as well.. it was warfare - physically and mentally. You were only 19.

After getting sober again, you were confused on what to do with your life. You had no degrees. You had dropped out a year back, to focus on drugs, of course. But you weren’t stupid.

So you joined the military. Which was kinda dumb, in context. You hated the government. The military, especially. So the hypocrisy of the situation still made you chuckle sometimes. It was more or less a joke. Until you realised you were surprisingly good at it. Taking orders, training, handling deployment..

After years of trying, pushing yourself, working out like you were made for it, you finally got to where you wanted to be. S.A.S. What a journey. Until you got into some bullshit with the wrong people, joined Deimos, then joined Rainbow, then it got disbanded, so back to the military but what about that fucking text?

The couch was comfy and you felt warm as you sank into the cushions. Bishop put everyone on a fucking back burner, and it pissed you off. Rainbow had wonderful operators, but now all you needed was for Bishop to give the word.

You were getting impatient. Since everything went down, you have talked to Caveira twice. One time, there was only one word. A simple hello.

The second time it was an annoyed sigh with the words “good morning, Naar”. Full sentences, what an upgrade.

You couldn’t deny that you liked her. You went as far as even asking your tarot-reading sister for advice on how to proceed. She said you should wait it out. Seven of Pentacles, or something.

At this point, it didn’t feel like desire anymore. Just desperation to get into her life and under her skin. This didn’t feel like the usual relationships with random hookups. It was… different. It was just a matter of how much she wanted you.

Everything on your mind consisted of genuine want and need, imagining worshipping her mind and body at the best times in the best places and best ways.. constant desire to make her see nothing else but her own desires. Even if she hated your fucking guts with a passion. You didn’t think much of it. Keres is a thing of the past, and you’d hope she’d have the maturity level to accept such things.

But with what it’s looking like, Rainbow might not be it. Not even close. The chances of you seeing her were so slim that you could swear the chances of Pearl eating you were higher.

Who knows if Bishop would even need anyone.

You’re never seeing her again. And you had to come to terms with that. You needed to make your peace though.

But the world moved faster than that.

Months later already, there was a terrorist encounter in York, and the previously benched Rainbow needed reassembly.

The S.A.S needed a notice of your request for joining back up with Rainbow as a temporary deployment. Some operators had their separate groups, like Maestro joining up for Denari’s fraction. But that needed to be looked over. A military group was here and we needed to stop it quick.

There was since a rebuilding of Hereford. We were back. HQ was modernised. The building wasn’t mucky and old anymore, thank god. But it was still pretty fucking sad - your favourite bedsheets burned over there. Absolute nightmare.

I drove back. There was a parking lot out back now, and you parked your ancient grey Audi there. You strolled back into the building, and surprisingly the layout stayed the same. Just… very, very different looking. Good different.

The meeting hall was half full. A lot of people already taking their seats, the captains sitting in front and Bishop as well. You already knew you were gonna stare at her. Absolutely. You were already staring.

She looked so different.

Her hair was curly and open. It was a beautiful way to wear her hair, honestly. She looked stunning. She didn’t have any face-paint on, nor her usual outfit. A tight t shirt and cargo pants. Her muscles were toned, and she looked better than ever.

She finally spared you a glance, and then looked away. Her face looked annoyed and ignorant for a second before regaining her composure, and then you looked away too. The meeting started, though. Bishop’s introduction. The new proof of who these people were.

“We believe this could be Keres. It looks like something they would do. Deimos could easily be controlling the operation from his cell. Or the beast is three-headed. Deimos, Phobos and some other fucker. We need more information.”

You listened. Then your heart dropped. Keres? Back? You sure hope not. It would be chaotic to see if they were under… new management. But Bishop was right.

This seemed like something Keres would do. Reaction from the public, and from the military. They probably had a well thought out plan… but who thought it out for them?

The meeting ended, and you were the last one to exit beside Bishop.

“Zalia. Please, come over here.”

You stopped and turned, looking over at Bishop with a small look of confusion and concern.

“Yes?”

You answered, eyebrows raised as you walked to the man at a relaxed pace.

“Do you know anything about a third member? Maybe there’s more than Deimos and Phobos?”

You blinked. Then, a shrug was given. You honestly weren’t sure. You’d never really heard Deimos talk about any other people. Not even Phobos. You made sure to communicate that to Bishop before you left.

Stepping out of the door, your footsteps were heavy and already tired. It was draining, hearing about some new shit. Your hand brushed over your face once more, before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Eyes open, your lips flattened into a line, and you turned around at your own pace. Surprise - Caveira was standing there. Wow.. how very unexpected, wasn’t it? You almost chuckled to yourself. She started speaking.

“You were staring. And you looked unsettled by the meeting.“

You raised your brows. Was she implying you had something to do with this? There was no way, right?

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your confused tone made her sigh. Her eyes had that one look in them, of knowing and suspicion. You spoke.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t even try accusing me of that cause you damn well know that’s not true.”

She rolled her eyes, her words were taken right out of her mouth and she seemed like she wasn’t in the mood for that.

“Yeah, absolutely. Your face told me everything I needed to know.”

You rolled your eyes. There was no convincing her - you knew people like her. Stubborn and unable to be wrong.

“Right, so did yours.”

She scoffed. “Don’t blame me for not wanting to be on the same team as a Keres Legion soldier.”

You couldn’t help but look at her with a smirk on your face. It was endearing, actually. How convicted and convinced she was of this “fact”.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She barked out, crossing her arms. The death stare she gave you made you shiver. You had no idea where this was going.

“Oh, fuck off, you know you don’t even believe yourself here.” You spoke back. She scowled at you, being called out on her bluff. “You don’t know me. Or my morals. So back the fuck up off of me, unless you want it to get a little uglier than you might like.”

She looked like she hated being called out. Who didn’t? But she had this look deep in her eyes you couldn’t place your finger on. You started talking again, trying to get her to leave you alone.

“I can tell you right now.. I don’t do that bullshit. I don’t betray the people who have given me my life back.”

Your eyes were on her, watching her every movement. Her reluctant silence spoke louder than a million words ever could, deep chocolate brown eyes staring into yours. Until her face twisted into a grimace, fist connecting with your jaw, making you yelp out first at the unexpected moment.

You looked back at her, rage in your eyes as you tried to keep calm. It didn’t work, of course. You pulled on her hair, making her head tilt up further than it usually did.

“Fuck. You.” She spat, literally, a fat glob of her white spit landed on your cheek. You wiped it away as you let go of her hair to push her off of you. You had to keep a cool head. You can’t overreact right now. It wasn’t productive for you or anyone, as much as you wanted to break her bones. She stared at you and you decided to walk off before you lost your usual cool.

“Hey.” You heard her voice behind you again. Aggressive, very annoying and huge eye-roll material. You turned again, ready to defend yourself against her punches or whatever the fuck she was willing to give you. Your muscles tensed, hands ready to grab hers if she tried anything. Just like with MMA. Easy did it for you in this situation. Your feet were ready to let your body dodge. What was missing was your usual mouthguard.

She took a quick step forward and pushed you backwards, and you didn’t want to grab her hair again. Repetitive. Maybe you could kick her feet out from under her, grab her arm and twist it, gut punch—

While your thoughts raced, she pulled in brutally, and you pushed her off, defending yourself against the head-butt she was about to fuck you up with. “Head-butt, fancy.” You chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole.” But she grabbed your shirt, pulling you in again. What the fuck was she doing? You tried to push her off, seeing that she wouldn’t budge. What kind of move was this? Your adrenaline was running high, not feeling much, but when she pressed her lips to yours, you could feel it.

Your hands gripped her hips tightly, making her whimper, teeth clashing against each others, accidental lip biting, which made you squirm because of your lip piercing.

“Fuck you.” You mumbled against her lips while she scowled, taking her thin jacket off while she kept making out with you. “Right back at you.” Her voice was so low that her sentence sounded like a growl. She pulled away and yanked your arm over to the dorms. Specifically hers.

The lock clicked behind you before she undressed. Thin, cotton t shirt was gone first. Under that, a lacy black bra. It looked fucking expensive, to be fair. A sort of shop only those skinny models could be on the posters, which was truly sad, to say the least. It cupped her smaller tits into a pushed up shape, the squeeze looking quite uncomfortable. You bet she was the happiest woman ever getting it off after a long day. She unclasped her bra, revealing her bare chest, her stunning skin lushly moisturised and taken care off, the vanilla scent making you think you were in a Bath and Body Works shop.

“You gonna keep staring or take off yours clothes too?” She snarled with heavy snark, and you rolled your eyes at her expression. You hated the bitch, final.

You took your shirt off, revealing your own sleek black bra. She finally kept going, her fingers desperately trying to get her button undone. You chuckled at her little attempt and approached, unbuttoning her jeans, sliding down the zipper and seeing the jeans fall down. Matching panties, a bit more skimpy than that bra though. It even looked equally uncomfortable.

The bed was close enough, meaning you gave her one good push and she was lying there, almost naked. Her smooth legs were like butter as your fingers grazed against her thighs to get that obstacle you called a slutty thong out of the way of her sweet pussy. One good look is all you took until you were comprehending that this woman’s cunt was a faucet.

“Get the blinds, Naar, what the fuck!”

You scoffed at her urgency. You walked to her window, shutting the drapes and then going back to where you were before. Between her legs.

You grabbed her hips briefly, pushing her further against the pillows so you could comfortably lay between her thick, brown thighs. And that’s what you did. You laid there, pressing a cold finger to her perked up clit, just to see how far she’d let you tease. Not long apparently.

“I swear to god if you don’t put your mouth on me, Zalia…” she sighed, actually exasperated. You could think of a few more ways to play around a little, so what was the harm in using them? “Say please, Cavie.” You said in a serious tone, making it seem like it was the most serious thing ever. She smacked your head at that, groaning. “Please.” She mumbled out reluctantly.

You chuckled with some layer of sadism in your voice, and then started to actually do something. You pressed your tongue to her sensitive flesh, making her yelp shortly, letting out a small sigh of your name. God, she was so heavenly. Tasted so sweet. Your tongue moved in small circles around her frigid clit, and finally giving her a whole lap when you thought she was ready. Her moans and soft groans filled the room as your finger prodded at her entrance, slowly entering her tight and squelching walls.

You moved your finger in and out, slowly admiring how she pulsed around you until you took her back into your warm mouth.

“You taste so good.” You mumbled, she vibrations of your voice sending a shiver down her spine. She could only whine in response, pleasure overtaking her thoughts. She was only getting tighter, and fuck, did it feel good to have one of the worst bitches on base come on a single finger. She cried out, finally letting her wetness spurt over your finger, releasing the tightness and arch in her back with a final soft sigh. She finally got slightly looser, and you were so smug about it.

“Mm.. not so snug anymore, are you?” You teased. She just started staring at you and sighed. “What’s up?” Your light mumbling was almost inaudible as you laid beside her. Her slightly damp forehead glistened in the sunset that crept through the sheer grey drapes. She looked over with a gaze of deep rooted disgust in herself. Desperately trying to fend off feelings you weren’t sure she even felt. “One time thing.” She whispered in an irritated voice.

“Absolutely. Just sex.” You agreed almost instantly. Feelings would only get in the way, and you - of course - didn’t feel anything for her! Logically.

You got up as quickly as you possibly could, not trying to make this drag on for no good reason. The dark clothes on the floor got picked up by your rough hands, throwing them on her black bedsheets. Clearly, there was a theme here. “See you around.

You walked back out of her room with disappointment, looking back at all the details. Neat desk. Dark decor. And a heavy amount of candles. That’s all? She only wanted to come once? Okay, Caveira. Sure. Your giving needs weren’t met, but neither were hers, probably.

This was it. No more Cav, you hoped.

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