The fleet was near a small port space station, and while the ships refuelled, the service people aboard were permitted 12 hours inpromptu shore leave. It was a Salarian-run port, but they must have done a varied trade before the war because there were dextro cafés lining the arcade, and a sign for hanar resting tanks nearby. The signage made Irena smile as they walked past, her hand in Loroln's, both following the signs for a motel. Bunk sharing was lovely, but they weren't stupid enough to do anything other than sleep in the crowded sleeping quarters on board the ship. One night of shore leave wasn't something they could pass up.
She's never been delicate, and he'd seemed to know that. He handled her firmly, gripped her hard without undue worry about breaking her. And yet, his hands were the most tender she'd known; rough and callous, firm and steady, learning her body and using his knowledge like a tactical battle plan to give her pleasure. She had never been meek or mild, and not for a moment did she think that was what he wanted as she learned him too, with just as much confidence and certainty. A connection forge in battle continued privately, soldiers fighting to survive against each other's skin.
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