Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Penda Gota ❯ New Mission! ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Written by Lord of Ki!!!

 

 

Chapter 4

 

 

There was a collective sharp gasp from some of the passengers onboard the airliner as yet another wave of turbulence washed over the aircraft, making it shudder violently.

This twenty-two hour flight to Africa had become rather bumpy and many of the passengers were starting to get a tad bit uncomfortable. However, the sudden vibrations were a most welcomed feeling to a certain pair that had locked themselves within one of the plane's lavatories.

 

Sheva let out an enthralled gasp as Chris hungrily delved into her womanly taste, his tongue rapidly lapping at her moistened entrance, eliciting gentle coos and moans from her as she squeezed his back with her sinewy legs which were wrapped tightly around it.

“You… ah… you just couldn't wait could you…? Now who's the one with no patience?” she breathed, her cheeks an impassioned hue of red as the man kneeling before her feasted upon her dripping warmth.

 

Propping her up against the lavatory's wide sink, Chris briefly halted his feast only to look at her and chuckle. “Trust me Sheva, if I didn't have patience, I'd be doing a lot more then this right now.” he replied huskily and went right back to what he had been doing.

“Well I guess I can't really complain…” Sheva moaned, gently rolling her hips into his mouth as she bit her lip and enjoyed the whispery, teasing pleasure that coursed through her body, as it tenderly excited every nerve and tore more light gasps from her mouth.

 

Sheva was quickly finding Chris to be very, very, good at this, and the incessant tickling of his rugged bristles against her sensitive flesh only increased her pleasure as he suckled and licked her vigorously.

 

She brought her hand to her mouth in order to stifle her elated moans, but when Chris lightly nipped her most sensitive bud of pleasure, she just couldn't hold back any longer. Sheva let out a loud cry as her frothy walls suddenly contracted, her body shuddering violently. The vibrations of yet another wave of turbulence only heightened her powerful release and Chris just didn't seem to know when to stop as he continued to ravish her defenseless, streaming wet petals rapidly with his tongue.

The world suddenly became a thick smog, her mouth suddenly dry, her hips writhing as she rode climax after climax, and Sheva flung her head back, mouth opening for a scream, only for it to be quickly muffled out by Chris when he quickly brought one of his hands up to cover it.

 

When she was finally able to calm herself, Sheva leaned backwards against the small mirror over the sink, her chest heaving as she slowly unwrapped her trembling legs from around Chris' back, allowing for him to stand.

The sight of her creamy honey dripping from his mouth didn't surprise her in the least this time, in fact, she actually giggled at him.

“If you're going to keep doing that so well, I suggest you be prepared for what happens..."

Chris smiled, licking his lips, "Well it's not like I don't enjoy it. So I can't say I would mind it happening every now and again."

Sheva grinned before sighing contentedly. She couldn't say she minded either.

A sudden knock against the lavatory's door made both of them jump.

“Excuse me, ma'am?” came a thin, polite voice from beyond the door, more then likely one of the flight attendants. “Is everything alright in there? The passengers are claiming that there have been strange sounds coming from in here.”

Sheva gave Chris a look and he chuckled and shook his head.

“Don't blame me, you could've stopped me you know.” he whispered.

“Oh please!”

“Ma'am? Are you okay?” asked the flight attendant again, now sounding slightly nervous.

“Uhm, yes.” Sheva quickly said, knowing that this wasn't exactly the most, refined, places to be caught in the act, “I'm sorry, I`ve just been having stomach problems is all. Too many of the airline peanuts I suppose.”

Chris immediately placed his hand over his mouth, muffling out a laugh, to which Sheva only rolled her eyes.

“Well I didn't hear you come up with anything!” Sheva whispered.

“Oh!” the flight attendant exclaimed, “Well we have some Pepto-Bismol on board if you would like some.”

Chris placed his head in his hands and shook it as he chuckled lowly.

 

There was such a thing as people being too damn helpful.

 

Her embarrassment streaking a red shade across her cheeks, Sheva tried her best to keep her tone polite, “Thank you, but I think I'm better now…”

“Alright ma'am,” the attendant said, they then heard her chuckle, “and perhaps you should try something other then our peanuts for the rest of the flight to insure there are no further... complications.”

 

Chris sputtered, his chuckles turning into desperately withheld laughter.

 

Sheva leered at him. “I'll be sure to keep that in mind.” she said to the attendant in the most polite “please go away” tone she could conjure up.

As soon as she was sure the flight attendant had let them be, she punched Chris in the ribs.

 

Hard.

 

“Ow! What was that for?” he chuckled, though the blow had left him wincing.

“For talking me into this you big lug!” she giggled, “You really just couldn't wait till we got on the ground!?”

Chris shrugged and gave her a charming smirk. “Well if I remember correctly, a certain someone pulled me in here when I was trying to walk by…”

Sheva smiled, and reached for him, gently tracing her finger along Chris's chest. “And just who was it that pulled off my pants because apparently the airline food wasn't satisfying enough for you…?”

Chris chuckled. “Touché.”

He moved to kiss her.

Sheva grinned, shaking her head, and moved to meet his lips as well.

I guess we're not quite done yet…

But before they could treat themselves to each other's tangy tastes, there was suddenly yet another knock on the door.

“Uhm, ma'am, are you sure you'll be fine? I have the Pepto-Bismol right here.”

Chris sighed. “You know maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all…”

***

Five hours later, the flight had finally touched down, and Chris and Sheva were immediately picked up by a fellow BSAA officer who dropped them off in a familiar, expansive region that lay within Kijuju.

As soon as Chris stepped out into the blistering heat caused by the intense African afternoon sun, he let out a deep sigh.

“Man,” he said, already wiping his forehead, “talk about heat you can't forget…”

Sheva came to stand next to him, a small grin on her face. “Don't worry, you just need to get used to it again.”

Chris scoffed, “I wasn't really used to it the first time I was here! But really I don't see the point in complaining, it shouldn't be a surprise how hot it is down here, so I won't even bother.”

“Well I have to thank you for that Chris,” Sheva chuckled, “I can't tell you how much it bothers me sometimes when foreigners come down here and complain about the heat. I would've thought it was something to be expected.”

 

Smirking, Chris slung his luggage, a large camouflage backpack full of everything he figured he'd need on this trip— most of which was ammunition for the SIG P226 handgun he'd brought with him— against his shoulder.

“No problem,” he said, and both of them began walking forward.

Before them was a recognizable large expanse of empty, poorly constructed shacks and buildings.

The vast shanty town of Kijuju.

Where their horrendous mission had first began.

None of the inhabitants were around this time however, and for that Chris couldn't have been more thankful. He shuddered as he vividly remembered the stares when he'd first arrived.

All of that hatred, all of that rage…

There had been no reason in the burning red eyes of the infected, no conscious…

He would admit with a clear heart that he'd been scared shitless when he and Sheva put down the first villager that had tried to attack them. Leon Kennedy's report on his own encounters in Spain with the parasite had been frightening enough, but the actuality of the danger Las Plagas presented simply could not be expressed in written words..

You had to experience it.

Had to see the death, the destruction, the pain it caused.

 

“Chris?”

Shaking his head clear of his troubled thoughts, Chris looked to Sheva.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” she asked, lightly smiling, “You seemed to have been `spacing out' again.”

“I'm fine,” Chris chuckled, “Don't worry about it. Where are we going anyway?”

Sheva pointed straight-ahead towards a short building in the distance. “I think you'll remember it…”

Chris looked in the direction Sheva was pointing in and when he saw the small dilapidated building in the distance that had “Corner Pyamy Butchery” painted on its façade he instantly recognized it.

“Damn… this place again... should've seen it coming.” he muttered, remembering all too well the hanging pieces of rancid, fly infested meat (which were still hanging there from what he could tell at this distance) when he'd first arrived in the area.

“Unfortunately yes, Josh says it's the only place in the area that's secure enough to stay in at the moment.” Sheva said, the grimace on her face revealing just much she remembered the place as well.

Chris stopped walking and gave her a serious look.

“The infection…Its still not that bad is it? How far has it spread?”

Sheva stopped as well and gave Chris a grave look of her own.

“We have no way of knowing how widespread the infection became before we were able to intervene.” Sheva explained, “The last few months I've been here, all four branches of the African BSAA have been working together to try and eliminate any remains of the Las Plagas infection. And so far, we've put down close to a dozen outbreaks in both the Northern and the Southern regions of Africa. There hasn't been as much activity in the East last I checked, so it's safe to say we acted just in time before this broke out into a continental incident.”

She suddenly sighed. “Only God knows what would have happened had you and I not arrived in Kijuju when we did.”

Chris nodded. Had they arrived one month, hell not even, one week later…

No, he didn't even want to think about it.

 

Continuing onward, they finally came to the front of the Butchery and Chris's stomach did backflips when he saw that the hanging meat had turned a sickly brown color, and for a moment he thought the heat was playing tricks on him when he saw that the meat still appeared to be moving.

Closer examination instead revealed that something was moving within the rotted meat and the flies constantly buzzing around the fouled mutton left little to Chris' imagination as to what that was.

“You guys sure it's not the smell that's keeping them away?” he asked Sheva, half joking, half-serious.

“I honestly wouldn't be surprised if that was case.” she chuckled, starting to walk towards the side of the building, “Come on, the entrance is around back, just like last time.”

Chris smiled, following her. “I know, I remember.”

“Just making sure…” she began to say, but trailed off.

Chris could practically feel her fight off the easy quip she could've made about his age, and it made him smile.

“Don't worry Sheva, I think you know by now that I'm not quite that old yet.”

He watched her posture suddenly go rigid and he knew that she must've been blushing.

She looked back at him, an alluring passion in her eyes, “You're right, I do.”

They came to the building's side door, and Sheva gave it a single knock.

For a few moments, there was no response.

Suddenly a harsh voice on the other side of the door shouted something in another language.

Chris looked to Sheva who only grinned before replying gently in apparently the same language. It was odd hearing her speak so smoothly in her native tongue when she spoke such fluent English. But their recent sexual venture had also made it incredibly appealing and he found it hard not reach out and touch her.

 

“Oh!” came the voice again, no longer sounding so aggressive. And in perfect English, though slightly accented, a male voice said, “Welcome back Sheva! How was it visiting the high and mighty U.S.A?”

There was a clicking sound as the door was unlocked and it swung open.

The man was tall, lean, and incredibly dark. There was something familiar about the man's face, though Chris just couldn't quite place it at that moment. He was dressed in light green army fatigues, but more importantly, held a military issue AK-74 in his right hand.

 “God damn arrogant, hypocritical, self righteous pieces of —”

The man stopped, noticing Chris with widened, embarrassed eyes.

“…the most wholesome group of people I've ever come to know.” he sheepishly added in.

“Nice recovery Kent.” Sheva giggled, and turned to Chris. “Meet Kent Stone, one of the members of the new Gamma Team.”

Chris nodded, but then the last name made something click.

“Wait, Stone?”

Kent smiled, “That's right. That unfortunately makes me Joshua Stone's brother.”

He gave Chris a quizzical eye for a moment, and for a moment Chris thought he was staring at his neck, but then the man smiled again, “So… you're Chris Redfield eh?”

Kent offered his hand and Chris shook it. “I have to say it's really an honor to meet the man who saved your all powerful big brother's sorry ass.”

Chris chuckled. “Believe me, he returned the favor more then once.”

Kent snorted, “With all little Sheva's been telling us about you, he better had.”

They both looked at Sheva, and Chris chuckled when she immediately looked away, indignant.

“You're barely three years older then I am, Kent. So you can keep those `little' remarks to yourself.”

Kent smirked. “Sure thing, squirt.”

“Why you—!”

“Okay guys,” Chris interjected, “let's keep ourselves on task here. Where is Josh anyway?”

“In the back with the rest of the team,” Kent answered, “you guys are just in time for another briefing.”

***

Joshua Stone, former commander of the ill-fated Delta team, and current commander of the recently formed Gamma Team, waited patiently for his brother to return from seeing who had been at the door.

The darkened, solidly built man had a distinct feeling on who it would be already, but that didn't stop him from placing his hand on the pistol he had holstered on his hip.

 

The other members of Gamma Team, six men in total, slowly began reaching for their own weapons. They were sitting close together on stools within this cluttered room full of disarranged shelves and tables that had been used for butchering.

There was no telling when the infected would finally decide to become hostile and give a little knock on the door.

He breathed a happy sigh of relief however, when Kent and Sheva came inside, making him ease his hand off the holster. Relief quickly turned into shock when he saw Chris Redfield follow them into room.

“Well, well,” he chuckled, approaching all three with a warm smile, “Isn't this quite the surprise? I see you've returned with our great friend Chris Redfield, Sheva. When I asked for a souvenir from America I didn't quite think you you'd bring back one so great. ”

Sheva smiled and gave him a hug. “Well it wasn't easy.” she chuckled, “I had to rough him up a bit before he would agree to come.”

Josh laughed, releasing her and looked to Chris who shrugged as they approached each other shook hands.

“I've got bruises to prove it.” The larger man said, grinning.

Josh smiled and nodded.

 

Indeed he did.

 

Quite a few in particular were along his neck, and Josh was pretty sure those hadn't been caused from blows that had been meant to do harm.

He looked at Sheva then to Chris, and chuckled, shaking his head.

I should've known…

“What's so funny big bro?” Kent asked, also chuckling and looking from Chris to Sheva. He must've had noticed the hickies as well.

“Nothing Kenny,” Josh chuckled, and felt a great deal of satisfaction when his younger brother grimaced at the pet name he'd had for him since they were young, “I'm just happy to see such great comrades all in one room again.”

He looked back at Chris.

“Welcome to Gamma Team, Chris, and I have to say there couldn't have been a better addition to this team. You've already met my brother, Kenny Stone.”

“That's Kent Stone, thank you very much!” his brother snapped, “And yeah he has. What's the matter bro, how come he's just now finding out about me? You ashamed or something?”

Josh chuckled. “Only every time you open your mouth.”

Without waiting for his brother to reply Josh turned towards the six men that were seated at the splintered wooden table that was in the middle of the room. “These are Jonathan, Tyler, Cole, Mitchell, Jacob, and Zachary.”

The six men, all of them varying in ethnicity, looked at Chris and gave him small nods and resumed chatting amongst themselves.

 

Josh shook his head, turning back to Chris and Sheva.

“Don't worry my friend. Once they see you in action, I'm sure they'll become quite a bit more talkative.”

“It's alright,” Chris said, waving it off, “As long as they can make it through this mission, just being 'that American guy' is fine with me.”

Sheva chuckled. “You really need to give yourself more credit.”

Chris smiled at her, “Its fine, really, don't worry about it.”

“Well now that that's settled,” Josh chuckled, “I'll start the briefing. Please, grab a stool.”

Chris and Sheva both nodded, and walked past him, while Kent remained next to him, watching them go take seats near the rest of Gamma Team.

“So bro, what do you think?” Kent asked, “Did our precious little Sheva manage to reel in a damn big fish or what?”

Josh grinned. “That she did, and I personally don't feel she could've made a better choice.”

“And the fact that she's… you know… and he's… you know… is that not an issue?”

Josh shook his head, “If it's not to them, then it shouldn't be to us either.”

“Guess you're right…”

“Besides, I'd worry less about Sheva's personal life right now, and more about whether or not you're still going to be breathing this time tomorrow little brother.” Josh taunted, ruffling up younger sibling's fuller set of hair with hand.

Kent smirked at him, “Well I'd bee damn disappointed if I'm not Josh. That would mean all you've been telling us about how well those two work together is bullshit.”

***

The briefing had been all Chris expected it to be.

The infected were still in great numbers throughout the Kijuju region, and there was the significant threat they could once again spread the parasitic plague they held within themselves to other parts of Africa.

Gamma Team was there to make sure that never happened.

They would be going in heavy just as before, and backed by air support should the need for them arise.

Chris' only hope was that they fared far better this time.

Two entire teams had been lost the last time they'd tried to regain this town.

But with those losses, came knowledge of their enemies.

The Las Plagas, or the Majini as they had come to be known as by the locals, were voracious. When they set their sights on you, they would keep coming, and coming.

 

You would literally have to blow their heads off to stop them, and even then the parasites that dwelled within their human hosts had this nasty habit of choosing such a time to reveal themselves by bursting out of their host's necks.

 

Chris shuddered just from thinking about all the close calls he and Sheva had been through when enemy they thought they'd finished off revealed a second, even uglier head.

 

He gasped softly when a hand suddenly grasped his own.

 

The soft feel of it made him instantly aware of who it belonged to and he looked to Sheva who was staring right back at him.

“Chris, we're going to do it this time,” she whispered as Josh continued on with his briefing, “We're going to put an end to this infestation.”

Chris nodded and gently squeezed her hand, “I know… you're here with me.”

She smiled at him, and it was such a beautiful smile. The comfort it brought, the sheer amount of certainty it made him feel. He so badly wanted to kiss her then, but now just simply wasn't the time.

 

But later… there would be…

 

A simple quickie in a damn lavatory, though incredibly satisfying on its own, just wasn't enough for him.

He needed to feel her wet, naked skin pressed against his own again. Hear her moaning as he delved into her unresisting body and watch as she writhed beneath him. And he could see it so very clearly in her eyes that she wanted the exact same thing.

“Alright then,” Josh said loudly, snapping Chris and Sheva from each other's gazes and redirecting their attention to him.

“Gamma Team, we'll be moving deeper into town tomorrow morning to begin the mission. I expect all of you to sleep well tonight, so, you've all been assigned shacks, I expect you to get to them. Good night and sleep well, trust me when I say you'll need it.”

There was a resounding chorus of “Yes Sir!” from the members of Gamma Team and they began filing out of the butchery.

Kent gave Chris and Sheva a thumbs up, with Chris noting the slightly cheeky grin on the other man's face, and he was out the door.

Chris turned to Sheva, but before he could even open his mouth, she placed her finger over it.

“Just follow me.” she whispered.

Chris chuckled, eyes looking lower to her full hips.

He looked back into her russet gems and pulled her finger away. “Gladly.”

“Excuse me, Chris?” called Josh, from the other side of the room, “Could I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure Josh.” Chris said, and to Sheva he quietly said, “And I damn sure might hold him to that minute.”

She giggled. “I'll be right outside… please don't keep me waiting.”

“I won't.”

Sheva nodded and was soon out the door.

Chris turned and walked over to Josh, who was sitting down.

He looked up as Chris approached and nodded.

There was a sudden moment of silence between the two of them and it didn't take Chris long to realize that keeping his and Sheva's relationship a secret wouldn't exactly be worth the stress it would create.

“So...” he said, “When'd you know?”

Josh chuckled. “About what?”

So he wants to force it out of me huh? Oh well, might as well get this over with. He's on forty-two seconds anyway.

“About me and Sheva?”

“Oh yes, that.” Josh said, chuckling again, “Well, for starters, I would tell Sheva that if you intend to keep a relationship private, then it would be best not to leave lasting marks.”

Chris tilted his head “What?”

Josh grinned and tapped the side of his neck.

Chris felt around the area Josh had indicated to him and he quickly found the slight abrasions that were against his own neck.

“Damn…” he muttered, “I hadn't even realized…”

Josh put up a hand to stop him, “Don't worry about it Chris. All I want to know is just how did this all happen.”

Chris thought back on the events surrounding his and Sheva's admittance of their love for each other.

He couldn't help but laugh.

“Well…” he began, “she had called me a few days ago, and told me that she was going to get a few days off-duty to visit some friends in America… that's when she also suggested that we get together and spar. One thing led to another and well… yeah…”

Josh looked at him long and hard for a moment.

 

For a moment Chris thought that wasn't exactly the perfect Cinderella story someone who had practically been a brother to the woman he loved had wanted to hear.

However, his fears were quickly put to rest when a bright smile grew across his fellow BSAA operative's face.

“Even in love it takes a fight for that girl to realize what she wants!”

A wave of relief shot through Chris in that moment and he felt his shoulder slump, not remembering that had even taken a stiff posture.

“So… you're ok with us?”

Josh laughed. “As if you needed my say of all things!”

Chris smiled, feeling like the young kid who's just got the big ok from his date's dad.

“Sorry,” he said, feeling slightly foolish.

“Nothing to apologize for,” stated Josh, nodding his head, “Now I believe you better get going Chris, I'm sure someone is waiting for you... try not to stay up too long… there's still a very important mission tomorrow.”

Chris smirked. “I'll try to tell her that.”

***

The crispy chill of night now tickled the air; most of the members of Gamma team had turned in for the night… two in particular however…hadn't.

Chris almost tripped over his own feet when Sheva pushed him through the door to the little shack that she had been assigned to; her sweet, succulent lips plastered against his own as she frantically kissed him, pushing him further into the tiny shack.

“S-Sheva!” he said in-between her frenzied kisses, “Slow down!”

“I can't! I need you!” Sheva breathed, attempting to pull off his shirt herself, “Now!”

Unable to deny that her eagerness was an incredibly arousing, Chris managed to calm her down enough in order to pull off his shirt again.

The second he did however, she was all over him again, now using her hands to feel the solidity of his strongly built frame, making Chris shiver as her hands slid over his arms and chest.

Wanting to show his own powerful passion, Chris grabbed Sheva's hips and easily lifted her up. The nimble woman quickly whipped her legs around his waist and drew him into a deep kiss as she wrapped both her arms around the older man's neck, sighing into his mouth as her feverish tongue danced against his own.

They both gasped, feeling each others' sexes pressing against each other through their clothes; her glistening warmth burning hot against his hard thickness.

“Chris…” Sheva sighed, slowly working her hips against him, “Please…”

Nodding, Chris turned around towards the little cot that had been placed inside the shack, and with her still in his arms, he walked over to it and gently laid her down.

He laid on top of her, planting soft kisses along her neck and reveling in each gasp of pleasure he tore from her supple lips. His hand moved over one her perfectly full breasts and squeezed it through her shirt.

Sheva moaned and gently pushed against him, signaling that she wanted to sit up.

Chris rose to his knees and watched as Sheva sat up and pulled off her own shirt, revealing a black scanty bra that barely contained her nicely sized bust.

Smiling at the sight of her, Chris pressed himself back onto her body just after she had pulled off the bra, revealing all of her supple fullness.

Chris wasted no time in quickly assaulting her defenseless buds, ardently suckling on one nipple while he pinched the other between his fingers.

Moaning loudly, Sheva ran a hand through her lover's hair, gently pulling at his locks, signaling for him to keep going.

Quite frankly however, Chris wasn't interested in foreplay this time around, he needed to have her, feel the intense bliss of her succulent depths as they enveloped him once again.

Reluctantly pulling himself away from her wondrous body, Chris sat up, reached for her pants and pulled them off, taking her undergarments as well in one swift tug.

Sheva looked up at him with an eager smile, “Chris, Now!”

Chris couldn't recall another time in his entire life that he'd ever pulled his pants off so fast, but in the end, all that mattered now was that he could once again experience the unbelievable warm tightness of Sheva Alomar.

With one quick thrust he tried to work himself inside her, but she was even tighter then the first time, her own need and want forcing him to push himself within her inch by incredibly warm and taut inch. All the while, Sheva cried out desperately in her native tongue, legs a crushing vice against his waist as he finally worked his way all the way inside.

Chris squinted, gritting his teeth as he tried to adjust himself to her slickness, groaning as she pulsed around him. But soon, he found himself finally able to pull back, teasing the very end of her with the very end of him before quickly filling her up again with one hard thrust and he continually repeated the motion.

Sheva suddenly cried out, her climax a powerful implosion that constricted around Chris's length like a balmy vice as her body writhed beneath his, but he had not had enough yet, the only thing her climax succeeding in doing was making Chris rapidly increase his pace.

 

A single thought now dominated his mind. More. Give her more.

 

Sheva's hands suddenly found his back, her nails digging into his hard body, drawing a hoarse groan from him and he began to feel an all too familiar sensation bubble its way along his length.

“Sheva…” he gasped, momentarily stopping but only so he could lift up one of her legs and rest it on his shoulder just to push himself even deeper within her.

“Anywhere Chris! Anywhere!” she cried, squeezing him to her body with all her strength, yet another orgasm tearing a scream from her throat, finally pushing Chris over the edge as the intense heat of her walls spasmed around him.

Chris let out loud cry of his own and quickly withdrew from her depths, his creamy essence spurting out onto his lover's stomach.

A shuddering gasp quaked through Sheva as the grip of her rippling orgasm coursed through her and the weighted warmth of his dappled about her skin.

“Ch...Chris!” she called in a hushed raspy voice, looking up at him through glossed impassioned eyes.

A faint sound drifted from her as her lucid orbs fell on his throbbing length as it became drizzled with ivory.

 

They had been so frantic in their love-making that she wanted more. She wanted more of him, all of him, inside of her and absorb every powerful drop of his milky extract.

But that could come later.

Panting, she led her hand across his back, down his chest and curled her fingers around his pulsing thickness.

 

A heavy breath swept through Chris and he nearly stopped breathing from the sudden unexpected feel of Sheva's hand stroking him gently; encouraging yet another liquidy propulsion from him.

“Sheva...!” he gasped, thrusting slowly into her moving fist for a moment, before grasping her wrist and pulling it away.

Exhausted, he fell on the cot, closer to the wall so he wouldn't fall on her, and struggled to catch his breath.

Smirking playfully, Sheva situated herself so that they both fit snugly on the bed. Reaching for her shirt, she wiped her stomach and patted his contracting erection. “Sorry about that.”

Chris didn't respond at first. His mind was still racing from their frantic endeavor and needed to catch up.

Sheva blinked, her wide eyes ogling him.

“Chris?”

“Uhhhnnn...” he groaned, smirking faintly.

Opening an eye at her, he slung an arm around her waist and pulled her strongly to his side.

She giggled and snuggled upto him, conforming to the curve of his body. “What's the matter? Was that too much?”

“Perfect.” he murmured in a goofy and intoxicated tone, gazing up at her.

Sheva took pride in this and smiled. “Thank you. But, that aside, you will have to make sure you're able to wake up in the morning.”

“I'll remember that in the morning.”

Playfully, she gave him a push. “I'm serious, Chris! We're part of a team.” she added, then adverted her gaze as her tone lowered. “And I don't want to lose any more of our brothers if any of us can help it. I shouldn't have to tell you that I wouldn't want to lose you either.” she continued, glancing back to him with careful and concerned eyes.

 

Candidly, Chris returned her expression with one of confidence and security. Lightly, he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek then cupped it.

“I'm not going anywhere, Sheva. As long as you're with me, I know I'll make it.”

Hearing this, Sheva smiled warmly and nudged his hand closer to her face with a slender one of her own. Honey-brown sparkled in understanding and determination.

But most of all, with love.

“As with me. I won't let you go anywhere either. But I hope we do our best to protect my people.”

Chris was silent. He, and Sheva both, knew that with any raid, there were bound to be casualties on both opposing sides.

But only in the very pounding of the melting instant those sides would battle the other would the reality of who wins and who dies.

No one could make any promises now.

 

But at the very least, comfort could be applied.

 

With a sigh, Sheva lightly shook her head and moved his hand to rest on her hip, in which he squeezed lovingly.

“Let's just get some sleep.” she resolved and pulled up the sheets to cover them both.

“Yeah...” Chris agreed, hugging her gently and closing his eyes.

Sheva wordlessly stared at his closed lids; countless thoughts and undetermined possibilities plaguing her mind.

And as if he could sense her restless staring, Chris opened his eyes halfway and pulled her into a kiss.

 

Minutes soon became hours as the two of them both finally drifted off to sleep, encircled by each other's comfort and the afterglow of their most heartfelt embraces.

 

**

 

Early the following morning before any of the other Gamma Team members had awakened, Sheva and Chris were already dressed.

They had taken the liberty of preparing their bodies for the task ahead; loading and reloading their guns and practicing their dexterity inside the shack.

 

They were only able to train for half an hour before a knock sounded on their door.

The couple instantly became silent and listened for who it might be.

 

Voices. Female voices that neither Chris nor Sheva recognized.

 

“What is it?” Chris whispered to her, readying his gun as she did the same.

With the threat of Majini still around, one could never be too sure who exactly was their friend or their enemy until the last second.

Precautions had to be taken.

“I'm not sure.” Sheva replied quietly and strained to listen. If the ones outside their door were female Majini, they would be killed quickly.

Moments passed and another knock ensued.

Then a name was spoken.

Her name.

Only one voice stood out to her as one of the elders in Kijuju and her features brightened slightly.

Surprised, the young woman questioned the one that called her and laughed in relief when she realized who it was.

“Sounds like you know each other.” Chris stated with a thin smile, putting his weapon away.

Nodding, Sheva beamed at him. “I do. One of the elders I've known since I was younger. And other women that helped take care of me are here.” she remarked and swiftly opened the door.

 

A flurry of giggles fluttered about the women and rounds of hugs were given, laced with caring words in their native tongue.

 

Chris watched them with a bemused expression, unsure if he should even bother to ask what they were talking about or to keep his distance.

Naturally, he chose the latter and waited for Sheva to say something to him.

 

Glad to be amongst other females for a change, Sheva gleefully began to leave with them, but stopped shy when she remembered Chris was waiting for her.

 

She instructed the women to wait, then headed back into the shack to a bewildered Chris.

“Sorry about that. I haven't seen them in such a long time. They asked me to go with them to prepare for the mission. A sort of ritual for luck and strength shown by our people.”

“Ritual, huh? Sounds like they want to steal you for a bit.”

Chuckling, she nodded and slid her arms around him, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

With a smile, she pulled away and turned to leave. “If the others wake up while I'm away, let them know for me? I shouldn't be gone long! Have everyone meet up with me, okay?”

Smiling faintly, Chris knew better than to argue with her now and shrugged. “Yeah. I will. See you then.”

“Bye!” she chirped and rejoined the women, chatting femininely.

Chris silently watched them go until the shack's door closed off his line of vision.

Without her, he was left alone with his thoughts, haunts and memories of their previous mission and possible outcomes of the new one they would embark upon today.

 

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To be continued!