Laughter, so pure in its own enjoyment, flew through the airways, caressing the eardrums into sweet submission. It spoke of brighter emotions, of a superb freedom, so long ago abandoned to the War. The giver of this radiant noise was the Guardians head Techie, Nixie. She sat, leaning back in the control chair, surrounded by blinking lights and flashing monitors. From here she could reach every Agent, observe every base, control all their technology, it was a coveted position. The control room lights she had denied illumination, she was not alone tonight and the low glow given from her monitors would only help her cause.Lewis, genuinely grinned, something he rarely did now a days, the head techies splendid laughter reminded him of her laid back charming nature. She always had a joke, a flirtatious comment or simply an alluring smile to offer the Agents. Lewis had returned from a reconnaissance mission, one which had left his team mate severely injured, he didn’t want horror now, nor pain or sorrow, he just wanted to forget and think of blissful nothingness. The monitors picked out her red hair, offering a fiery glow, enticing to the tired daemons eyes.“So Lewis, don’t just lean on my door, god knows you’ll break it, been missing the gym lately?” Her voice was teasing, purposefully poking fun at him, she took in his large exhausted frame, his mud spattered field uniform, she knew he was looking for fun, for play. Nixie had witnessed on her screens the failed mission, the charred and burnt Agent falling down in front of Lewis, Lewis being unable to do anything. He was not the kind that enjoyed idle inaction as a comrade felt the burn and sting of the enemy’s wrath. However orders to remain hidden, safe, a coward, had been issued to him. He would be looking for uncomplicated euphoric vacancy of thought. This was confirmed as she locked glances with him, his brown eyes filled with an unspoken want.“I’ll have you know this is one hundred percent pure muscle on the finest specimen of maleness you are likely to find” his tone had that cheap confidence one distills in their voice when making a consciously ludicrous claim.“Hmm, has every other guy died off?” Her quip was a light jab, not intended to bruise his ego. He chuckled at her words, moving into the control room to lean against the computers, he was mildly entranced by Nixie’s amber eyes, they screamed of pleasure desperate to break out. She turned swiftly, facing her control console, pretending he wasn’t the center of her attention. Lewis’s fist’s tightened gently as he watched her chest rise and fall, her head held at a slight angle to mock an interest in the computers whilst still observing him. This scene had been played out time and time again, different partners, same technician, she had watched a thousand grizzly scenes on her screens, this was the only way to momentarily forget.“Have I mentioned how nice your top looks?” the banter wasn’t awkward just a tiresome necessity, he faked realism into his words. What he truly felt would have been most peculiar to announce, this wasn’t love, this wasn’t true wanting of the other, it was simply their form of drug. Like the alcoholic too depressed with life goes and chugs another bottle, or the heroin addict so overcome by pain inserts another needle, these two so encumbered by reality would strip and become one flesh, soliciting temporary escape.Nixie stood, she had witnessed an Agent almost die, fire burning over half his body, he would probably perish later that night, she could barley think about it and it would be a thousand times worse for Lewis who had been forced to remain inactive during the incident. She knew neither of them was in the mood to waste precious nullity of thought on pieces of cloth. She moved swiftly too him, her five foot six frame dwarfed by his extra twelve inches. He bent instinctively having been seduced by the mere thought of her presence. The moment their lips touched the world melted into a far away ball of unreality.Only senses existed now, not thought, want, or need, just exquisite unadulterated ecstasy. The only noise was the thundering of heart beats in a rapid stampede competing against each other and the soft moans of pleasure derived from the players’ secret release. The scents of each other, one earthy and smoky from the field the other sweetened by perfumed, entwined creating a nasal symphony. Sight was an equation taken hostage as both daemons closed tight their eyes, to heighten the feel of the other. Warmth spread between the yearning bodies, the rough skin of an Agent perfectly complimenting and exciting the soft flesh of a Techie. There was no War here, only its escape.
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