#eileen lochlain

It was always something that Elly initiated, but it was always completed by Peter. … At least as long as Elly’s better half wasn’t around, of course. Peter very much wanted to live.

She would give him a nudge, he would nudge slightly harder, she would kiss him on the cheek and he would go straight for the nose.

It was a pretty nose: nice and perky and just perfect to land a kiss on.

"Bend over."

"Why do I have to bend over," Peter whined as he did as the woman told him, bending over."I'm always the one bending over with you. Next time, you should bend over to me!"

Eileen smirked as she put her hand on Peter's back, pushing him a little down.Peter just let out a grunt.

"It's my turn to do physicals and yeh've skipped out on the last two ones. No more miss nice woman," she said as she noted down the fact that yes, Peter could still reach his own toes without bending his knees.

"Want me to get on my knees as well," Peter said smugly, then yelped as Eileen placed her foot against his rump, then kicked out, sending him flying forward.

"Don't push yer luck, Peter. Now while you're down there, give me fifty."

"Please," Jason panted, giving Elly a downright pleading look from her position on top of him."No more... I c-can't... It's too much. I... I can't... You're going to b-break me."

"Oh shush," Elly scolded, shifting her position a little, adding more weight to the poor commander underneath him."Yeh asked me for this, yeh wanted this. Now yeh have to pay the price because I don't do anythin' halfway."

Jason grunted, trying his best not to just reach up to Elly's shoulders and push her off him."T-this is humiliating," he grunted, then groaned out loudly as he felt something shift. Something that wasn't supposed to."Oh god, owowowowow!"

Elly sprung off him like he was on fire and watched as the Commander rolled onto his stomach, one hand to the small of his back."Shit! Yeh alright there?" she asked while dropping the heavy weights from her arms.

"I can't feel my back," Jason groaned, one hand clawing at his back while the other was clawing at the ground."Oh god, that was a stupid stupid idea."

"Yeh were the one that said "more weight, I can take it"," Elly said while kneeling down next to Jason, placing her hand against his back.

"I didn't know you would be that mean," Jason groaned, then let out a rather loud squeaky grunt as Elly pressed down firmly with both hands as she popped his back into place.

He didn't often have nightmares.

Usually the feeling of his husband's body pressed up against his own was enough to bring a sense of calm and tranqulity which kept the worse of the nightmares at bay.

Of course, when said husband was away, he was left defenseless so when he woke up with a jerk, his hair a loose mess, his cybernetic eye glowing hard in it's socket while his other was wide from terror...He looked down on the bed, saw how his legs were tangled with the bedsheets, said sheets drenched in sweat...

It had been so vivid... So real.Real enough for Peter to bring a hand to his neck to check if he still had a pulse, which gave him another fright because he used his metal hand to check and upon feeling nothing but cool steel to his skin, he paniced again.

The way his heart pounded in his chest though was enough to tell him that yes. He was alive.His heart was trying to break out of his chest after all.

After kicking the sheets off him, Peter left the room, feeling the need to just walk. To find human contact, to find people that were alive and not... Turned into husks like in his dream.

He could have sworn it was real...How he had watched people fall to the Reapers. Impaled on the spikes or torn apart by the Brutes.He had felt the blood on his face from his fallen comerades as husks had grabbed his arms and tried to tear him in two.Saw the dead eyes stare right into his.

Peter shook his head as he tried to clear away the thoughts before spotting the turned on light in a room just a few doors from his own. He was drawn to it, it felt warm and when seeing Eileen there, a beer in one hand and a compad in the other, he felt relieved. Happy.

She was alive.

Thank fuck.

"Mind if I join you," he asked, hoping that his voice didn't sound as... Squeaky as it did in his ears.Some human interaction sounded very very good by now.