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X-Com: Escalation
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+S through Z › XCOM series
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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4,010
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I do NOT own the setting of this story, which is the X-Com universe. The characters and the events they are involved in are fictional. I make no money from this story and it is purely a non-profit work of fan fiction.
Aftermath
Chapter Two: Aftermath
"I bet you feel like a million bucks." Doctor Ronson smiled as she consulted the monitors next to Julia. "Oh, yeah. A million useful, useful bucks..." Julia craned her neck as the palm of her hand massaged the back of it gently. Her other hand fell to her waist, fingertips lining over the area where only hours before held stitches. She felt nothing but skin. "Hey, some of us still need money these days. Research doesn't pay for itself." She glanced back at her clipboard before pulling Julia's bin of clothes off the shelf. "Well, everything looks fine. " Julia shifted onto the edge of the bed, dangling her feet over the edge as she let her eyes adjust appropriately, "Still a little drowsy. I don't think I'll get used to those tanks any time soon." She accepted the clothes from Doctor Ronson and began to dress. "Small price to pay to get you guys back out into the field quickly." She thought on that for a moment. "Well, actually it's not." She smirked at Julia and received a playful eye roll in return. "Get out of here, kid. Try and get some real and healthy rest now." Julia nodded absently as she slid off the bed, gathering her shirt. "Oh, Doc. Molly said she had a lock up on her primary Medkit out there. You mind checking it out? I'll do a once over on the other sets and make sure they're clear." She paused a moment, "After I get some rest, of course." Doctor Ronson held back a smirk, trying to appear professional. "No problem." She waved her hand as she disappeared out of the doorway. Julia followed moments later. ***
Megan's breath quickened as her eyelids tightly clenched. Her lips were parted but a sound had yet to escape as her body shifted beneath him. Her hands again explored the skin of the man above her before her palm rested on his behind, uselessly attempting to aid with the motion of his hips. She finally let out a gasp as her back arched instinctively, her body pressing into her lover as a tingling sensation rushed through her body. "Oh god. Keep going!" Her eyes opened slightly to gaze lustfully upwards at the smiling face above her. Their lips connected forcefully, tugging at each other as her hips matched the increased speed of his. Her heart was racing as her breath became more and more ragged, soft moans piercing through her lips between forceful kisses. His hands were everywhere. She sighed into his mouth as her tongue eagerly danced against his, the massaging of his hand against her breast only enhancing the sensation she felt. It was coming, she knew. She broke the kiss barely, moaning out into words, "Oh my god... don't stop, baby... almost..." Her eyes were closed tightly again, her hand squeezing at the flesh of his butt as the fingers of her other hand dug into his shoulder, pulling him into her. Her head rolled back, pressing into the softness of her pillow as her body exploded in pleasure. His lips found her neck immediately, raggedly kissing the skin between the grunts escaping his mouth. She moaned wildly into the air, a rasping sound that was invaded by the pleasure of her body. Her body tightened around and against him as his rhythm came to a slow and steady end. He fell slowly and gently against her, rolling next to her as her body released him. Both of them lay, bodies heaving without words.
***
March 22nd, 2014 "What time is it?" Sam's eyes were barely open as he accepted and embraced the cup of coffee handed to him. "It's about six... a.m." She responded as she took a seat on his bed, sipping her own coffee. "Any particular reason I'm up right now? I did get shot you know." He wanted to smirk but couldn't seem to get his face to comply. Instead, he sipped at his coffee. "How long are you going to try that one with me? I was shot to you know." She grinned and tapped her mug against his in faux-cheer. He smiled at her. It felt good to smile. "Jules, what do you need?" "I'm able, Sam. I just came from Med-bay. All vitals are green. I'm ready to go back out." She stared at him this time, the mug held in her lap absently. He looked at her for what felt like a thousand minutes before pulling his mug up to sip at again. "Three weeks, Julia. Four missions. One big one. I need your head in it." Her teeth caught the corner of her lip, chewing for only a second before she leaned forward, staring at the side of his face, her mug being set down on the stand next to her. "I'm ready. Please. You need a second Med-..." She stopped speaking as she noticed the grin creeping to his lips. She beamed. "Welcome back, Jules." He sipped at the coffee again, feeling some of his vitality coming back to him from the grogginess of being awoken. "Well, now that that's settled... " She reached her hand over, taking his mug from him and setting it on the stand as well. His eyes met hers, a look of puzzlement flashed across them for only a moment before their lips met and familiarity overtook the two of them.
***
Hanger One felt like a different base now. There were very few personnel, aside from the group of technicians still working to repair the Ranger. The screeching of metal against metal echoed through the bay as a pair of operatives continued their task of organizing munitions, tugging crates across the bay. Mark stood up from one end of the crate, his eyes scanning over the inventory of them to assess the amount. Carson also rose, stretching into the air as he let out a deep breath of exhaustion. "That's gotta be all of them." He spoke through a strained voice. "Yeah, it looks like it." He glanced up to Carson, seeing the exhaustion in his face. "I guess we should get started on Hanger Two." Carson shot him an instant look, disbelief on his face. Mark smirked. "I'll grab Elise to help. Get some sleep." Carson waved at him in appreciation and immediately made for his room. Mark, starting to feel the wear of his physical labor, glanced to the on-ramp of the Ranger where two more operatives were hustling around. He fought back a yawn as he thumbed on his radio, "Elise?"
***
The office the men occupied was small. It was the only room connected to the Command Center and the air was unusually warm in there this time. The noise of the adjoining room was muffled to near silence when the door was shut like it was now. There were no windows in the office and the only furniture in the room were two chairs, a desk and a half stocked bookshelf. "No, no, no. It's the same old crap." Wesley shook his head, pacing through the office. "I don't understand! Their calculations were wrong!" He glanced at the man sitting at the desk for only a second as he stumbled for more words. The man behind the desk leaned in his chair, almost relaxing. "It was always a projection. It wasn't certain." "Bullshit. You know what they were implying." Wesley breathed through his teeth, calculating his next outburst of words. "We were forced into this! They made it seem more urgent than it was!" "I can bring in the Head of Research if you would like." The man propped his heels on to his desk, taking a drag of his cigarette and releasing. "You can have this discussion with him then... again." Wesley craned his neck to face him, processing the thought for a moment. "No... that won't be necessary." The smoke was just now invading his nostrils in this cramped office space. He held back a reflexive cough. "Well, I don't know what you want me to do then, Wesley. We had their projections and they were wrong. It happened and now we have to prepare for next time." He stared at him this time, the lit cigarette in his hand burning away slowly as he awaited a response. Wesley's face was now in the palm of his hand as he found himself sitting in the chair across from the man. "You know we needed more time. We cut our options short because we thought it was happening any day now..." The man began to nod his head slowly in agreement. "Yes... we did. I still agree with you on that issue. "His eyes dropped to the top of his desk, a scatter of documents spread across it. "However..." Wesley's eyes raised to meet his as he heard the word. His face was frozen in a mix of anger and disgust. "Excuse me?" He almost spat the words out. The man raised his hands in calming protest to Wesley's words, cigarette dangling between his fingers. "However, at least we could..." He stopped in the middle of his sentence as the door behind Wesley slid open, the familiar sound drawing both of their attention. He continued, "... control certain elements." Wesley stared at the new occupant before looking back to the smoking man with a face of bewilderment. He opened his mouth to speak, an obvious question on the tip of his tongue before a blaring sound filled the room. The siren. *** "Carson!" The voice was sharp, abrupt and decisive. It was his CO. Carson span around, nodding to Sam as he approached. "Loadout is ready to go. Rifles and Shotty's across the board. Frags and Stimpaks packed. Medic's have their kit. Squad can load up en route." Carson slammed a magazine into a rifle and nodded his head to the incoming Austin Murphy. Sam turned to address him. "How we looking on Ranger One? We need to borrow another bird?" Austin waved his hands in protest, starting in the second Sam let up, "No, no, you're fine. The blast marks are mostly superficial. She'll fly." Jessica and Molly both loading kit onto the Ranger exchanged looks with each other, "Mostly?" They echoed. Austin pretended not to hear and continued on, "Listen though, Command wanted a double load out on this one but Bravo has it's own call to respond to. You're going in with six again. Standard, I know, but be careful." Sam nodded thoughtfully before looking back to his team, who were in the midst of loading the kit under Carson's order. He turned back to Austin, "Alright. How about escort? We can handle the ground but if we can prevent damage from air patrol on the Ranger, that would be nice." Austin thought for only a moment before responding, "Yes, I think that's possible. Delta should be on base and their birds should be grounded. I'll arrange for a couple of pilots to bring you to the LZ." Sam nodded as Austin turned to jog off. Bravo must be loading up too then...