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4/12/2025, 2:15:50 PM
>SELECTED: A possessive grab of the buttocks. The past eight months of this dirtball has been made a bit more bearable with a bedwarmer of his calibre. You’re still a Cradler girl at heart, and although Sharky has a few years on you he is just the sort of scarred muscular beefcake that the girls back home all go for. The arrangement between you two is strictly physical, but that seems to be just fine for all parties concerned. [Daredevil]
Sharky jolts at the sudden grip on his rear, but he flashes you a sly grin to show he doesn’t mind. He knows he’s got a good thing going, he’s a Cradler boy at heart after all. Tall, muscly and battle-scarred is also his type, which pretty much describes you to a tee.
“Hunt went well, I take it?” Sharky whispers from a little closer than strictly necessary, his warm breath sparking a rush of blood to your ears.
“You know me, I always get my guy.” Which isn’t just a brag now that you think about it, both for Savis officers and trail meat. The jungles of Dis are a playground compared to your homeworld, only the pervasive stalking of hostile Cradlers and the cloudy-with-a-chance-of-artillery weather brings any real risk into it. “Didn’t think you’d be back from the south-western patrol just yet.”
“Got back this morning, must’ve been just after you left.” Sharky adopts a less playful expression. “I know what you’re thinking, how’d we manage to cover that much ground that quickly? Truth be told, we’re running out of ground to cover. Have you been up to the OP since you got back?”
“Haven’t had the chance, why?” Sharky’s right, you are wondering how your southern flank has shrunk so much. The Savis firebombing and artillery are clearing your jungle cover alright but not -that- fast.
“I’d go up there before last light if you can.” Sharky puffs out his cheeks, eyes turning back to the mess of officers at the front. “You should see it for yourself, trust me.”
‘Trust me’, there’s those damn words again. Except Sharky is Company, so you have no reservations about trusting him. It’s only the thought that it’s the very ones you do actually trust that have the chance to blindside you that gives you some pause. You realise with a start that the topic of the briefing has strayed on to a topic where you have to speak up.
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Sharky jolts at the sudden grip on his rear, but he flashes you a sly grin to show he doesn’t mind. He knows he’s got a good thing going, he’s a Cradler boy at heart after all. Tall, muscly and battle-scarred is also his type, which pretty much describes you to a tee.
“Hunt went well, I take it?” Sharky whispers from a little closer than strictly necessary, his warm breath sparking a rush of blood to your ears.
“You know me, I always get my guy.” Which isn’t just a brag now that you think about it, both for Savis officers and trail meat. The jungles of Dis are a playground compared to your homeworld, only the pervasive stalking of hostile Cradlers and the cloudy-with-a-chance-of-artillery weather brings any real risk into it. “Didn’t think you’d be back from the south-western patrol just yet.”
“Got back this morning, must’ve been just after you left.” Sharky adopts a less playful expression. “I know what you’re thinking, how’d we manage to cover that much ground that quickly? Truth be told, we’re running out of ground to cover. Have you been up to the OP since you got back?”
“Haven’t had the chance, why?” Sharky’s right, you are wondering how your southern flank has shrunk so much. The Savis firebombing and artillery are clearing your jungle cover alright but not -that- fast.
“I’d go up there before last light if you can.” Sharky puffs out his cheeks, eyes turning back to the mess of officers at the front. “You should see it for yourself, trust me.”
‘Trust me’, there’s those damn words again. Except Sharky is Company, so you have no reservations about trusting him. It’s only the thought that it’s the very ones you do actually trust that have the chance to blindside you that gives you some pause. You realise with a start that the topic of the briefing has strayed on to a topic where you have to speak up.
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