A Celebratory Night

A Celebratory Night

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Night comes...

Almost immediately after the Regular Army and its forces, The Peregrine Falcons squadron and the Sparrows Specialized Military Intelligence Agency, temporarily joined forces with the Rebellion Army, led by Donald "The Devil Rebirth" Morden, as well as the infamous Mars People in eradicating a new alien threat that almost threatened the entire safety of the planet, peace was given another chance.

No information has been leaked out as to whether the Martians will plan another sort of invasion, but one thing is for certain: the Rebellion Army still continues to go against the Regular Army and all its squadrons, and their troops still continue to follow General Donald Morden loyally, even if they follow him to the gates of Hell.

But currently, both sides of this never-ending war have halted their actions, letting their wounds heal, with technicians, engineers, scientists, and soldiers getting their chances to once again meet their loved ones and cherished, significant others.

For those on the "whuppin'" end of the "ass-whuppin'", celebration is in order.

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"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Marchirius 'Marco' Dennis Rossi [Peregrine Falcons Major, 1st Squadron Leader], was having the time of his life! "Nothing like saving the world, smacking down some creepy aliens, then coming back to some victory drinks with MY PALS! WOOOO!"

True to his claim, Marco raised his mug of 'victory beer' towards his comrades and friends, Tarmicle 'Tarma' Roving III [Peregrine Falcons Captain, 1st Squadron sub-Leader] and Fiolina 'Fio' Germi [2nd Class Sergeant of the Sparrows Specialized Military Intelligence Agency].

"HOW does it go again?" Marco was confused.

"I thinks..." Tarma, even with a faint buzz in his voice, sounded calm and professional-like. "I thinks it's 'Kampai', Marcoh..."

"Hey, thanks! KAMPAI!" The three raised their drinks in a cheer, noting only their sole presences in the slightly-modded debriefing room. "Thanks again for the reminder, Tarm-Tarm!" The definite slur from the Italian-American was met with a flicked nut at the forehead, leaving a small smidgeon of a sting. "OW! Damnit, Tarma, that hurtss!"

"You can shrug off getting turned into a zombie or a mummy, but you can't handle a nut to the face?" Tarma looked at his comrade oddly through his shades. "Damn, we're... getting near to sauced up..."

"I wonder why Mr. Jones and Mr. Steel didn't want to celebrate with us?" Fio wondered, her finger wavering against her chin, referring to Ralf and Clark.

"Oh! Thoze guys!" Marco exclaimed. "They said something about how they were gonna celebrate back at their base with their pal, Leona... or something to that recollecshun."

"Oh yeah!" Fio recalled. "They told me about that Leona friend of theirs. She's supposedly a real firebrand who's cold as ice, but acts open only towards those two."

"Bitch needs to lighten up!" Marco crudely stated. "The four of us don't have to worry about that, though! Because we're bound by blood-soaked guns and battle!"

"Camaraderie, ya mean." Tarma smiled. "But through thick and thin, whether by monkey injections, zombie hurk-ups, mummy clouds, or that one case of Fio's REALLY fat thighs, NOTHING breaks our spirits!"

The Italian girl would've countered that last remark with the firm reassurance of 'le pistol whip', but her vision scanned around the room, noting an odd occurrence. "Where's Eri?"

"Ah, I think she said she needed a break or something like that." The shaded man stated. "Maybe she took an early leave?"

Marco smirked at this. "Yeah. I mean if it were me, I would've just relaxed in my quarters, browsing through the net and doin' my thing, but for someone like our 'Memphis Bombshell', I guess she NEEDS some time away from guns and heavy equipment."

Fio looked up in curiousity, her lens reflecting the low-lights. "Why's Eri called the 'Memphis Bombshell' if she's Japanese?"

"She was *raised* in Japan, Fio!" Tarma belted out, slowly losing his cool to the buzz. "She may have been born somewhere else, but she was RAISED in Japan, because I heard she was abandoned in Japan!"

"So," The blond hero looked at his pal. "I'm guessing Eri's actually... either Mediterranian or American, like-a me!"

"Man... I'm going under, guys... so I just gotta say..." Tarma breathed in deeply-- "MOTHERFUCKING KUDASAI!!"

"Shut up!" Fio laughed out loud. "There might be some people trying to sleep outside!"

And while the three rode the last of their 'party' into the ground before retiring to their quarters...

--

In a small tavern in the middle of Hiroshima, Japan, a lone blond girl, dressed in a simple white shirt, tan-green shorts and vest and a bandana, was sitting alone in the middle of an otherwise bustling bar. To be exact, she was alone at the bar stools, with other locals and tourists (whom she wouldn't know that some of those tourists were actually members of the Rebellion Army in civilian clothes) occupying the rest of the tables.

"Wow..." Eri Kasamoto [2nd Class Sergeant of the Sparrows Specialized Military Intelligence Agency] mused, taking glances at the people smiling and drinking their cares away. "Big crowd tonight, huh?"

The barkeep flashed a veteran-like smile at her. "That's right, little Eri-san. Usually happens when you and your pals save the world from terrorists or aliens, or even both, I'm not sure!"

Eri perked an eyebrow. "Wow, you must really profit off of OUR hard work, huh, old man?"

"You know me too well, child." He smiled an 'old man' smile, as his back turned, reaching out for the Memphis Blondshell's usual 'pick me up'. "Your usual?"

"You know it. Two shots of Spiritas; ya know I like it strong!"

As the shotglasses were slid to her in usual fashion, another form sat beside the blonde Japanese girl, almost commanding her attention. Short dirty blond hair, small glasses hiding blue eyes and freckles, with a plain blue T-shirt and jeans; this male's demeanor looked ahead, took a glance around, then looked back at the bartender. The old man nodded in recognition.

"First time, kid?" The bartender asked. His question was answered with a nod, and a flash of identification. "Alright, you're good, then. What can I get ya?"

"Give me something strong to try!" The male was excited enough, from Eri's perspective, to actually try his first taste of sweet, sweet alcohol.

"You heard him, barkeep." Eri coolly said. "Give him some of what I have!"

"Alright, I'll give ya some Spiritas too, kid." The barkeep poured the very clear alcohol in another shot glass, passing it to the male. "Unlike my friend Eri-san here, not a lot of people can handle it, nevermind even stomaching it."

"Meh, give me a try at least, barkeep--" He cut himself off, realizing who the barkeep was refering to. "Wait..." His eyes turned to the bandanaed blond sitting beside her. "Eri? You're THE Eri Kasamoto of the Sparrows?"

Her eyebrow perked up. "Yeah, that's me, kid."

"Wow, it is truly an HONOR to meet you, Ms. Kasamoto--"

"Just shut up already. I'm not a celebrity and will not be treated as one." She could practically feel the kid's defeat, looking down at his drink. "Though, drink that down and I'll talk with you some more, kid."

She saw his blue eyes light up, almost childishly even, as he gripped the shotglass and drank it down in one shot. Granted, he coughed a couple of times from the alcoholic sting, but who wouldn't on their first time. The blonde let another smirk go, gulping hers down with ease.

"So... tell me about yourself, kid."

"Well, my name's Leon Maxim. I'm from Alberta, Canada; I'm eighteen, I just completed high school, a B average student, currently on vacation here..." He started blushing, seeing an indifferent look from Eri. "But I can tell you're getting bored with listening to me. Tell me a little about yourself, Ms. Eri."

"Nah, you don't wanna know about me, kid." She added another smirk. "Other than the fact that I'm told to be a mean drunk."

Leon shrugged. "I doubt that, Ms. Eri." The barkeep instinctively passed Eri another couple of Spiritas shots. "You're drinking more of those?"

"Yeah, but it's my favorite. Nice, smooth, and strong!"

"Like you, Ms. Eri?"

The blonde girl choked on her drink, breathing deeply after frantically swallowing. "Cute. REAL cute, kid."

While nursing drinks, the two were starting to talk more in-depthly about themselves; Eri, a little envious about her new friend's boring but loving upbringing, and Leon, amazed at her exciting life of assassinations, explosions, and alien-smashing. Now it was starting to get a little late in the evening, and as more people (and casually dressed Rebellion Army soldiers) came in, the two felt a little buzz-worn.

"Wow... that's a nishe buzzz..." Leon muttered aloud, his glasses almost tilting down the bridge of his nose. "Barkeep, can I get shome water?"

"Aaawwww, that's no fun, kid!" Eri seemed to enjoy being intoxicated, on the other hand. "I personally don't mind stumbling around in the dark during one of these moods--DON'T TOUCH ME!" She snapped sharply when his hand went to her shoulder, trying to keep her on her stool.

"Come on, Eri-san, you should call it a night." The barkeep bluntly said.

"Okay, fine fine fine fine fine." Eri stood up, not surprisingly keeping her balance after the alcohol had seeped into her systems. "Hey... Leon... are you here with anyone else?"

Leon started sobering up after drinking some bitter-to-his-tongue water. "No, I'm here all alone on summer vacation, I told you."

"You staying at a hotel?"

"Yes. The Il Palazzo just a few blocks from here."

Eri looked into his clearing blue eyes with her cloudish coppers. "Okay, fine. I'll come with you."

The teen was downright dumbfounded. "What?"

"You heard me, kid." Her haze let her loose a smile. "You intrigued me enough to stick around with you, Leon."

"Take it as a compliment, kid." The barkeep flattered. "I'd be lucky to go home with this young firebrand." His eyes went to the counter, seeing a large pile of money. "Little much for your drinks, Eri-san?"

"Nah, I'm covering the kid's too." She almost tripped suddenly, holding onto his frame. She thought about how this teen was almost her height, used to being around tall people like Marco or Tarma. "Remember, Leon, don't try anything funny..."

He chuckled lowly. "From what I heard about you, I'd be more scared of you doing something funny to ME." A cautious smile did go through his lips as he heard the drunk Eri loose a loud chortle, noticably terrifying the on-leave Rebellion Army soldiers. "What's wrong with those people?"

--

"LEONA!! HEY LEONA!! WE'RE BAAAAAAACK!!" Ralf Jones hollered out loud, ecstatic about returning back to their base.

A loud growl burst in the hangar, as the two saw their comrade and friend, Leona Heidern. "WHY do you always have to yell every damn time you come back from a mission?!"

"Hey! I'm passionate!"

"Shut up, already." Clark Jones belted out... a punch to his ribcage.

"Ow! DAMMIT that stings, Clark!!"

"So." The blue-haired commando broke the tension between her bandanaed and capped friends. "How did it go?"

"Aw, man! Leona, you should've SO totally gone with us!" Ralf started getting passionate again. "Those Metal Slug tanks they have, those are awesome! And there were Airplane Slugs, and Tunneling Slugs, and even a Donkey Slug too!"

Leona doubted all this for a second, but by watching Clark nod in agreement, she caught on that Ralf wasn't making up this bullshit. "O... kay...?"

"And then, and then, we fought the Rebellion guys, and we fought the Martians with the wavy tentacles, and we even fought the aliens that were preying ON the Martians! There were brainjackers, and mechs, and big headed spinning aliens, and things with mouths on the top of their heads!! Boy, that shit's exciting!!"

Leona was simply dumbfounded. "Clark, PLEASE make him stop feeding me crap."

"Sorry, Leona. This actually happened."

They have broken a personal record. They made Leona smirk, and made her even smile once, but for the first time, they actually made Leona pull a double-take.

"Aliens... they're REAL? They're REALLY REAL?!"

"Afraid so, little kitty cat!" Ralf let loose, dodging a wrench destined to meet his face. "C'mon Leona, Clark, let's get loaded until we can't feel feelings no more! It's a celebration!"

"A bar?" The blue-haired warrior thought. "Meh. Sure, why not?"

"Sorry, Ralf." Clark stood up. "Me and bars don't go along... ever since... the incident... Sorry man, I'll pass."

"Ah well. More for us! Let's go look nice and swicked, Leona!"

"Feh, whatever."

--

"--turned into a monkey!"

"Wow! Really, Ms. Eri?"

"Oh, you BETTER ba-lieve it!"

"Right! Well, this is my room."

With a flick of a key card, Leon opened the door to his hotel room, and helped Eri inside the room. He closed the door behind him, and before he could even start a conversation or even a hint of dialogue, he saw her undo her bandana and put it in a hamper next to the wall.

"Sweeeeeet... it's one of these auto washer/dryers." Eri sluggishly continued as she started throwing her top and vest off her body, tossing it into the hamper. "Ya know, the ones where you drop dirty clothes in, and the machines automatically clean them overnight." She kicked her thick shoes off, adding her socks, and then her shorts and panties in it as well. "Best part: it doesn't mix colors together, so it's good for business-people..." She was actively leaning herself on the wall. "Well..."

"M-Ms. Eri..." The teen's face was all shades of red, easily catching sight of her nude body. "Y-you're not wearing any clothes!"

"Hm? Oh, no duh. Who cares?" She was still under the buzz, setting the machine to wash. "If you don't mind, kid, I'm gonna take a shower..." She walked to the bathroom and closed it behind her.

Now, some time had passed while Eri was taking her shower. While she was letting the water wash down her curvy body (though not as shapely on top compared to Fio, she mused), her body began sobering up. It means she was under the water for a long time, letting the rush of sweat and adrenaline run down her now clean body and into the drain, letting multiple things cascade into her thoughts. More to the fact, she just showed herself nude to someone who, from a few hours ago, was a complete stranger. This thought made her face go completely red.

Meanwhile, Leon took his shoes and socks off, letting his bare feet touch down on the carpeted floor. He shivered from the cold feel of it, suddenly thinking about seeing Eri Kasamoto naked. Her cute, round butt, her sizable breasts, a golden blond bush above her vagina, her creamy smooth legs, and especially her battle-filled copper eyes. She looked almost like a war goddess to him; suddenly he heared the sound of the shower being cut. She came out of the bathroom with a towel covering her essentials, while letting her short drying hair flow down her face. Her eyes met his awkwardly as she sat beside him on the bed. In the lit, neatly kempt room, the two sat in silence, as if seeming to contemplate something.

The silence became shattered, as she suddenly lept onto Leon, digging her fingers into his shirt as she planted a kiss on him. He tried to speak, but was silenced by her anxious lips, and stunned to perceive what just happened to him. Nervously, he planted his lips back against hers, triggering a sense back to Eri. She broke it abruptly, looking into his eyes.

"Ms. Eri?"

She sighed, laying her body on top of him, her head laying on his shoulder. "Leon... I want you..."

Wondering if something was wrong, he asked, "Ms. Eri, are you still drunk?"

She shook her head against the sole king-sized bed in the room. "All my life, the only constant I know is killing. Assassinations before, and killing soldiers, mummies, zombies, mutants, and aliens in the now. I know I only come off as strong, fearless, and explosive... But I don't want my life to just be nothing but death and wars. And I don't want to be treated or remembered as just a weapon of destruction either... I want another constant..." Her copper eyes, now threatened by the first ever-notioned wave of tears, looked into Leon's blues. "I want someone to love, Leon! I want YOU!"

"Ms. Eri..." He blushed immensely, not from the fact of her toweled frame holding him in her grip, and not from her characteristic boldness. This strong, independent, powerful woman, was holding onto him desperately, with a demon's grip. "You... really want a civilian like me?" He saw her nod slowly, letting his arms wrap around her shyly.

Some of her tears receded, but the rest spilled over, smitten with the male's acceptance. "I want someone who can take away my worries of fighting and war... and give me something that I've always wanted: a regular life." Her lips were actually quivering. "Will you give me a regular life one day?"

"If you really desire it, Ms. Eri, I'll be the one to give you that life you want." His sheepish smile grew wider. "If you want a retreat from that kind of life, I would be honored if you came by."

"Th-th-thank you, Leon." She planted a softer kiss on him. "And please, drop that formality crap."

"Oh... heh, sorry M--uh, Eri."

"Your clothes... please lose them."

Leon stepped back, hearing the request, but under some unexplained happenstance, he nodded, letting Eri off his body, as he got up and stood in front of her. Firstly, he took his glasses off and put them on the nightstand, his blues carefully meeting her coppers. He smiled shyly, then pulled his shirt off of his body, letting Eri get a glimpse of his slightly toned physique. His fingers undid, pulled down, and stepped out of his jeans, followed quickly by his black boxers. Both abashed and excited feelings coursed through him, as Eri stood up, loosed the towel covering her body, and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him once more.

Younger hands found themselves wrapped around combat-hardened flesh, their lips continuing to taste the others, their bodies continuing their course via instinctive movements. The elder of the two opened her mouth enough to slide her tongue within the younger's lips, and was accepted as their lips soon sealed shut, fingers gliding across the soft palettes of flesh tones. Breath was soon fading, as Leon and Eri were taking as much time as they could muster to taste the other's tongue and feel the low vibrations of moans in their sealed mouths.

They finally broke their liplock to inhale precious air. The blonde took another look into his unblocked blues, and at that point, she pressed her body against his, planting her lips on the meeting of his neck and shoulder, feeling his body melt under her hot grasp. She pushed her body against his, pressing her chest on him as he fell back onto the bed, taking her with him. Eri glanced up, his mouth open with innocent gasps and his eyes shut with delight, as she gripped her hands now to his shoulders, rubbing her breasts very slowly against him. His hands were unlike his pleasure-taken visage, as they cupped the sides of Eri's soft breasts. A soft coo wisped out of her lips, leaning herself even closer.

She guided her body playfully off of him, and laid beside him, running her fingers down his toned body, guiding Leon on top of her. On his hands and knees, he looked down at her laying frame, plopping his fingers carefully around the outline of her chest. Her hands wisped around his backside, caressing the teen into working her body. His head leaned in closer, as his fingers started working slowly.

"Anxious, Leon?" Eri asked upfront.

A flush covered the male's face. "It's not that. I'm nearsighted..." His lips stretched to a smile, however. "But even like this, I can see how beautiful you are, Eri."

"Leon..." It was her turn to have a flushed face, as one of her fingers slid up his chest now, caressing his cheek. "Then let my body be yours then, kid."

His lips went to hers quickly, but then traversed down her cheek, her jawline, her neck, her collarbone, and finally planted pecks across the top of her pert mammaries. Eri let her eyes lightly shut themselves, feeling her heart beat a little faster, and her body becoming a little warmer. Excitement was beginning to overtake her; not from the rush of downing an enemy Mech, or from saving the world, or even from the pleasure her own fingers brought her in her lonely nights, but from the touch of another that she desired for so long. She felt his penis starting to grow against her firmed stomach, while she latched her legs around one of his, a seeping wetness starting to settle in her and rubbing off against his nude leg.

His breathing changed a little at the feel of her wetness, but hearing Eri's low moans calmed him again, letting his lips work down to her right breast, his breathing making her almost shiver with pleasure. Her strong hand held his head in place, while her other hand was straying down Leon's lean body, holding onto his side. He shyly darted his tongue against her areola, and with a quick 'mmm' as a response, his lips acceptably rested on her. Taking in her strong, feminine scent, Leon sighed delightfully in turn, poking himself against Eri's side and gracing down her thigh.

These delightful, almost foreign feelings in the Memphis Blondshell's body made her squirm around under the younger male's frame, feeling his delightful lips and prodding member giving her now-invaded mind new thoughts, new feelings, new desires even as her hand reached a free hand of his, and slid it on her opening, triggering a flush of pink on the male's cheeks.

"Eri..." the shock took over his voice, Leon's eyes catching Eri's lustful beam. "It... it feels so wet..."

"Of course. It means you're treating me well, Leon..." Her words were interrupted mid-sentence as his cupped fingers started rubbing against her moistened cunt. "Mmmm... ooohh, Leon... keep doing that."

Instead of his cupped hand, his middle finger deviated, rubbing the inner viscousity of Eri's cunt, earning a low, guttoral groan from the experienced soldier. One of her hands guided his lips back to hers, kissing passionately, and the other reached for him, gripping his fully erect shaft with a dominating hold (strong enough to keep her hold on a Rocket Launcher's grip), her ears picking up his loud moan.

Under low moans and groans mixed with meshed lips embracing passion, fingers worked slowly and steadily, with the male's sliding a second one inside her sex, pumping her vagina for more of her clear lukewarm pre-fluid seeping to the bases of his fingers, letting it tingle his senses. The female's grip loosened slightly, stroking him gently, feeling him pulse against her hand and wrist, cooing dreamingly in his ear, her wrist receiving her own share of his precum. Both of their bodies groaned and shifted aimlessly against each other, their lips breaking to allow their moans to unleash themselves, the woman's eyes alight with sparkling desire, contracting against his fingers.

"I..." Eri was lost in a haze, swimming in the notion of sharing this delightful sensation with another person, but was snapped out of it when there no foreign units lodged inside her, or no longer a body on top of her. "Wha... L-Leon...?" A tentative tongue brushed against her, knocking her head back into the pillow, moaning deeply. "Oooohh... oooohh, Leon...!" Each nervous dart and tentative brush of his tongue shook her body more and more, intensifying her breathing and her gasps, setting up tears of pleasure in her shut eyes, whimpering in pleading for a new approach to climax. His tonguing shed its hesitance, digging deeper into her warm flesh, even sinking past her labia, the girl struggling to keep herself straight from his pulsating tongue. Her groaning and moaning heightened, the warm knot in her stomach finally settling to the base of her hips. "Aaahh... Aaaaahhh... Oooooohhhh... L-Leon... Oooohhh God... LEON!!"

His lips was suddenly rushed by her torrent of silky cum. It swept into his mouth, cascading down his tongue, and even slowly smearing his soft-to-her-skin lips and cheeks. Swallowing his first sampling of femme cum, he crawled up her body slowly, planting soft cum-laced kisses up her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and planting his Eri-tint on her lips, giving her the taste of her own.

His face, though tinted a light pink, beamed with satisfaction, brushing off her stray cum on the back of his hand. "Eri, you taste very sweet."

Letting herself recover with a relieved gasp, she raised her form on her elbows, sliding the sheets underneath them to their feet, motioning him inbetween her legs, ushering the unsure Leon closer. She did smile inwardly, his loving, obedient eyes met, as her entrance gently kissed his very tip.

"Eri, are you sure you want me to?" Leon asked, his hand perching on her cheek. "I... I don't have any protection..."

"Leon, it's alright. I'm on the pill anyways. Besides, I REALLY want to feel you inside me."

"Eri..."

"Don't worry about it, cutie." His visage looked into hers from using that term of endearment. "Just tell me when you're about to cum, okay?"

"O-Okay, Eri..." He pushed himself partway in, his mind already enrapt by the feel of flesh on flesh, but snapped himself out to breathe deeply, then buried himself all the way inside her, parting her divine barrier... or so he thought. "Eri...?" Her sight turned away from his for a moment, uttering a chuckle. "Y-You're not a virgin?"

"Take it from me, Leon. A soldier also gets tossed around in the crossfire. My case: diving off a cliff to get away from an explosion, you miss and fall on something sharp, and that'll hurt..." Her sight caught him looking down at her, with her counter to draw him in. She loved this feeling of being connected physically, and aimed to reach for something deeper. "But THIS... Leon, this is the best feeling in my life! I feel... happy with this."

He popped a quick kiss on her. "Then let me make you happier... Eri-chan."

She smirked at the added suffix, and nodded for him to continue. He pulled out almost all of his meat, then pushed back in, beginning the slow portion of this cycle. Though uncomfortable with the tugging of his flesh inside her, Leon ignored it, choosing only to take in the sounds of skin pressing against skin with a wet resound, and her low moans from the thought of being filled up with his sex. From a few seconds, he began increasing his rhythm, hearing her moans break into a mild, new notation.

Her hands wrapped around his back. Her fingers rooted themselves onto his skin, as his hands in turn gripped her roughened sides. With both on firm support, Eri started lifting her pelvis to meet Leon's thrusts, sending the Japanese girl into another blissful moment, with skin-on-skin leading to resounding slaps, filling their ears with entrancing vibrations.

Both moaning visages quickly darted towards each other, their lips once more melding and tongues meeting devilishly. His thrusting continued to pick up, his faster tempo overwhelming her frame, dominating her shuddering body, causing almost electric vibrations to course through her body once more. Her moans reverberated into his widened mouth, sending deep shivers down his spine, adding more 'oomph' to his pushes to her ravaged cavern.

Forcing their kiss apart, Eri's arms forced the upper half of his body down, halting his hips, yet able to groan outloud, even cursing out loud as her body shuddered another orgasm, holding onto him for dear life, coating his shaft with bursts of her heated fluids. Her breathing converted to a ragged setting, looking into his clear blues with fulfilled glee. Met also with a pair of smiles, she held deeply onto his sides, kissing his cheek.

"Don't think you're done, Leon... Now it's your turn."

In a surprising, almost impossible motion, Eri was now on top of him, her exhausted pussy chewing hungrily on his rock-hard shaft. Her hands rested on his chest, as her stillgoing body started bouncing up and down, slowly grinding her hips against his. His hands threw themselves to her firm, shapely glutes, drawing a light, airy cry from the Memphis Bombshell.

Leon's soft moans were music to her ears, as her hips continued pumping up and down his penis, as her lips went down onto his collarbone, nipping gently at the flesh. Her fingertips swirled deeply into his chest, rubbing over his nipples childishly. Her body curled back a little, riding more of a grip onto his suspended unit, as Eri's lips took a turn at licking and tugging at his tit, drawing louder groans of pleasure from the younger Canadian. With her lips now mimicking his on his nipple, the younger's hips started pumping up to meet the older's falling, reacquainting their ears with the wet slaps of skin on skin.

Her fingers dug defensively into his side once more, her ears picking up the overlapping presence of his breaking breathing. Her contracting pussy on his meat, her lips on his nipple, her golden threads caressing his upper body; overall the entire experience of being under Eri Kasamoto was driving poor Leon Maxim into a euphoric drive, his moans becoming ragged himself, but intensifying as well.

"E-E-Eri-chan..." His voice urged on. "I... I-I'm going to--" As if on direct timing, her body lifted off of his, and before the break in pleasure could be sent to the brain atop his neck, her warm mouth engulfed him, sending him over the edge. "E-E-ERIII!!!"

Even with the spasming bursts of semen entering her mouth, with unknown grace, Eri mouthed him off slowly, feeling the random globs hitting from the tip of her tongue to the back of her throat, almost gagging her, except for an expertly controlled reflex. His cries were whittling down, even when his member fought hard to remain firm in her moistened and now sticky mouth. Her bobbing up and down coated his dick with his own sperm, running her tongue all over him, swallowing the globs of semen inside her mouth like a sweet candy. Her mouth left his tip with a faint 'pop', with her tongue cleaning his sticky penis clean, treating his ears with her throat chowing down on his cum.

Her hands grabbed the sheets, and pulled it over their exhausted bodies, as Eri laid on top of him, leaning in for a sweet, shy-once-more kiss before laying her head down under Leon's head. "MMMMmmmmmmm... that was SO good, Leon."

He smiled down at her, holding her body closer. "You were certainly no slouch either, Eri-chan..."

Her eyes looked up, blushing and smiling lightly. "Well, I certainly hope not, kid!" One of her arms broke free of his embrace, latching her hands onto one of his.

"You really wanted this, didn't you, Eri?"

She nodded. "I did. And I want to feel this again. And again, and again, and again..." Her copper eyes scanned his clear blues. "Well... do I pass?"

"Pass what?"

"Am I--"

"Eri-chan, you ARE worth it." He interrupted her question with his response. "You're smart, beautiful, lovely," Leon smirked. "Powerful, that's another one. I... Eri-chan, I love you!"

The word that would have normally choked Eri up on the inside, save for her comrades (or those one-timers Trevor Spacey and Nadia Cassel), made her smile and almost burst to tears, save for that chance to resist it. "Leon... I... I..." She buried her face in his shoulder. "I... I love you too..."

His hand gripped her's tightly, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Nothing didn't need to be said for now. With drawn shades feeding the room faint night and streetlights to tint the atmosphere a faint purple, the two laid there. "Eri-chan..."

"Hmm?"

"How come you chose to come back with me?"

"Alcohol was a tiny factor in that." Eri smirked, her eyes meeting his. "But mostly, it's the fact that you're so different from the life that I know. You're a simple, regular guy, living a civilian's life with all this great potential... and here *I* am, surrounded by testosterone-charged army guys with big guns and bigger explosives, stopping whatever the world has to throw at us. Leon... I wish I can have your life."

"And I wish I could have yours, Eri-chan." Her eyes widened. "I've always been a protected kind of kid, who could never do the things regular kids do like climb up trees, break an arm over doing something juvenile, or have any injury that wasn't above scratches and bruises..."

"Aww, poor baby." Eri's sarcasm was sweetened.

"I've always had this yearning to fight to make this world a better place myself... I did pick you and your friends, the 'Metal Slug' crew as I referred to you guys, as goals to work for, afterall." His eyes closed, holding her to his heart. "You're my hero, Eri-chan..."

Eri could feel his pacing heartbeat, as she held onto him tightly. "You like having your hero in your arms, Leon?" She felt him nod. "Tomorrow... do you wanna do something tomorrow?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Eri-chan."

The two exchanged one last soft, sweet, tender kiss. Eyes were shut, as their bodies were relaxing, ears picking up their soft breathing, their mixed scents wafting to their nostrils, and hands holding each other sweetly, letting sleep overtake them.

"I love you Eri..."

"I love you too, Leon..."

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(THIS IS TO BE CONTINUED AT ANOTHER TIME)