"The Tiger in Space BY : WotanAnubis" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/N3z8Tkk8 Created on: Thursday 8th of February 2018 07:21:11 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:16:15 AM UTC The Tiger in Space BY : WotanAnubis Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Dragon prints: 3256 Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem or any of its characters. No profit is being made. Chapter List 1 TITLE: The Tiger In Space AUTHOR: WotanAnubis DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fire Emblem or any of its characters. No profit is being made. RATING: NC-17 PAIRING: Lyndis/Florina * * * * * Captain Lyndis of the LC Caelin knew something was wrong the moment she stepped into the ship's mech bay. Someone was whistling. They were doing so pretty badly, but that wasn't what disturbed her. It was there was someone in the bay to do the whistling and that shouldn't have been the case. She'd been very careful in arranging the crew rosters in such a way that, right now, everyone was either off-duty or working elsewhere on the ship. Lyndis adjusted her cap and strode towards where she thought the tuneless whistling was coming from. It didn't take her long to spot Serra working happily away on Sain's green Cavalier mech, grease and oil staining her white overalls. "What's the meaning of this?" Serra looked up and smiled. "Ah, Captain," she said. "I was just tuning up Sain's mech a bit here." "I was under the impression all our mechs were already in perfect condition." "No, not perfect," Serra replied. "None of them are really adjusted to their pilots. I mean, you've seen Sain pilot this thing, you know he's got a kind of flair to him." "I suppose so," Captain Lyndis conceded. "So I'm making a few adjustments so that the next time it launches it's just as perfect as I am," Serra continued happily. "It's a matter of standards, you know?" "Mmm," said Lyndis. "Have you discussed this with Sain before you started making these adjustments?" "Of course not," Serra replied. "Why should I?" "It's his mech and this goes beyond routine maintenance and repairs. Go ask him. Now." Serra gave her a long look, then smiled and saluted. "Aye aye, Captain. I'll be back soon. But not too soon, don't worry." Captain Lyndis watched the pig-tailed mechanic hurrying away, then turned towards the forcefield seperating the mech bay from the vacuum of space. The sight made her feel a bit uncomfortable - she was used to seeing the endless stars from underneath the safety of a planetary atmosphere. Fortunately, and with their usual punctuality, three white Falcon mechs soon flew through the forcefield and landed in the mech bay, allowing her to focus her attention on them. Captain Lyndis carefully adjusted her uniform, then walked towards the mechs just as their pilots climbed out. "Captain," Fiora saluted smartly when she spotted her. "Commander," Lyndis replied, returning the salute. "How did it go?" "Our training mission went quite well, all things considered," Fiora replied. "However, there are some areas where I feel there is room for improvement. Not to worry, though, we'll have mastered handling these mechs before we rendez-vous with the LC Pherae and Ostia." "Of course we will," Farina said easily. "These are just upgrades of our old Pegasus mechs. It's not exactly rocket science." "Mind your tone of voice in front of the Captain," Fiora snapped. "Sorry about that, ma'am," she added, turning to Lyndis. "Don't worry about it," Lyndis said. "I assume I'll have the full report my desk as soon as possible." "Of course, ma'am," Fiora said. "Then get to it. Dismissed." Fiora saluted sharply and left, followed by Farina who just gave Captain Lyndis a knowing smile as she passed. Florina remained standing, a mild blush beginning to show on her face. "How dare you be so casual in front of the Captain?" "What? She doesn't stand on ceremony." "That's no reason to be disrespectful." "Sure it is." "You're lucky I've given Captain Lyndis command of our unit, otherwise..." Florina coughed politely after the voices of her sisters had faded into unintelligibility. "How did the excercise really go?" Lyndis asked. Florina smiled. "It was fine," she replied. "And how are you?" Florina blushed and looked away. "I haven't been away that long." "True enough," Lyndis admitted. "But long enough for the both of us to go off duty." "I guess that's-" Lyndis turned Florina's face towards her and kissed her, cutting off the rest of her sentence. The mech pilot was startled for a moment, but quickly relaxed, allowing Lyndis to embrace her and pull her closer. The Captain tried to kiss her gently and mostly succeeded, but she couldn't help but feel that some of her concern and relief shone through. If so, Florina didn't really seem to respond to it, merely returning the kiss with the same gentleness. Lyndis was grateful for that. She just needed to hold Florina for a while right now. She always did when the girl returned from a flight. The truth was that whatever her rank might have been, Lyndis was a planetbound - a woman of earth and sky and horizons. To her, space was a great, empty nothingness. Beautiful, perhaps, and sometimes intimidating, but always alien. She didn't belong in space. Florina did. She might not have been born in space, but that was about it. Space was her home. And because of that Lyndis feared that she might one day just fly away into the endless black and never return to her. It was a stupid, irrational fear, but one she couldn't shake. Florina withdrew slowly, but didn't leave Lyndis's embrace. Her smile burned away whatever residual fear she still felt. "Shall we retire to my quarters?" Lyndis asked. "I'd like to share a meal with you." Florina bit her lip and Lyndis knew why. She was Captain of the Caelin and Florina's unit flew for her. That made her a subordinate and while a bit of informal making out in the mech bay didn't bother her too much, Florina was enough like her oldest sister to be bothered with the prospect of visiting a superior's quarters while off-duty. Even if she had known said superior long before she'd actually become her superior. Florina dealt with the dilemma by delaying it. "Well, you... it seems like you put a lot of effort in clearing out the mech bay. Maybe we should... make use of that?" The pilot stepped out of Lyndis's embrace and unzipped her jumpsuit, revealing a blue tanktop and a bare stomach. Lyndis felt a smile tugging at her lips and wondered how Florina would've justified this to herself. Perhaps she felt that here in the empty and abandoned mech bay titles didn't really matter very much - or at least, not nearly as much as they would in the Captain's private quarters. Here it was easier to just think of her as Lyndis. "If you insist," Lyndis replied with a smirk. "Well, we are off-duty," Florina said. Without bothering with another reply, Lyndis stepped forward and kissed Florina again, less gentle this time, but also without a hint of lurking despair. Moving awkwardly, trying not to let her lips leave Florina's for an instant, Lyndis reached up and managed to slide the pilot's jumpsuit off her shoulders. Once Florina had managed to free her arms from the sleeves, she broke their kiss and, with one confident movement, pulled off her tanktop. Lyndis inhaled deeply. Florina had apparently decided to forgo a bra today. She reached out with a gloved hand and slowly dragged a finger across the curve of one of her now exposed breasts. The pilot shivered slightly at her touch in a way that had nothing to do with the relative cold of the mech bay. Seeing her reaction, Lyndis impatiently pulled off her gloves and carefully took the young woman's breasts in her hands, their bare skin soft and warm against her own. She began caressing Florina's breasts slowly, softly, occasionally letting a thumb carefully rub against one of her nipples, enjoying the feel of them, but enjoying the sound of the pilot's changing breath even more. She heard her arousal filling that wordless voice and that subtle-yet-obvious change filled her own body with a pleasing heat. Lyndis leaned in and kissed one of Florina's breasts, her tongue drawing a slow circle around the nipple. Florina hissed, very nearly covering up the beginnings of a delighted little squeal. Encouraged by this, Lyndis let her lips travel all across Florina's pale skin, raining down soft kisses. She could feel the pilot starting to squirm as she continued to lavish attention on her breasts and heard more and more unuttered moans quickly suppressed by sometimes careful, sometimes harsh breathing. It was kind of cute and kind of frustrating at the same time. Not one to hold back herself, Lyndis couldn't understand why Florina always went to such lengths to hide her obviously growing arousal. Perhaps she was somehow scared of the power of her own lust or perhaps holding back at first made the eventual release all the sweeter. Lyndis couldn't begin to guess and didn't. For her it was enough to know she turned her lover on. Eventually, under the gentle care of Lyndis's kissing and licking, whatever held Florina's arousal in check broke under the strain. The pilot gasped a half-moan, one kind of tension flowing out of her body to be replaced by a more pleasurable one. Lyndis placed one last, deliberate kiss on Florina's breasts, then lips, then stood back. Florina took the opportunity to struggle out of the rest of her jumpsuit, while Lyndis calmly, if quickly, began taking off her own uniform. The pilot froze, her blue boxers still hanging around one ankle, when Lyndis had pulled off her trousers. Lyndis smiled. "You're not the only one who made a few preperations. Just in case." If pressed, Lyndis would have to admit that her 'preperations' had been slightly more drastic than simply foregoing a bra. She wore a modest, if functional, turquoise strap-on. Wearing it had been surprisingly comfortable. While it was designed to stimulate her clit while she was... putting the toy to its proper use... merely walking around with it hadn't stimulated her enough to be really noticeable. Still... standing still while seeing Florina naked somehow made it very noticeable indeed and Lyndis couldn't resist the urge to stroke her fake shaft as she let her eyes take in her lover's exposed body. Florina, for her part, quickly got over whatever surprise she might have felt, kicked away her blue boxers and embraced her again, kissing her deeply. Lyndis revelled in it, enjoying both the feeling of their tongues playing together as well as the heat shared between both their now naked bodies. Before too long Florina began squirming again, confusing Lyndis for a moment. It wasn't as though she was holding anything back any more. Then it dawned on her that the pilot wasn't so much squirming as grinding, moving her pussy across her fake, turquoise cock and leaving glimmering trails of arousal. Lyndis broke their kiss long enough to whisper, "Ready?" "Please," Florina replied breathlessly. Together, the two lay down, Florina on the floor, Lyndis on Florina. Even if Florina noticed the coldness of the bay floor, she gave no sign of it. Moving carefully, Lyndis guided her phallic toy towards the pilot's folds. Florina gasped softly, expectantly, when it pressed softly against her pussy. Lyndis kissed her in reply and pressed inward. Florina's body shook when the turquoise dildo entered her, a moan smothered by Lyndis's lips. For her part, Lyndis felt a shiver of pleasure running up her spine at the motion as the carefully designed harness rubbed her clit nicely. Lyndis intended to go slowly, carefully, but Florina didn't appear to be in the mood for that. Before she knew it, the pilot had embraced her, arms across her back, legs across her waist and practically pushed her almost fully inside of her. Lyndis couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about her eagerness, as her arousal hadn't even come close to Florina's level yet, but as their lips parted and she could see the lustful yearning on her lover's face, she couldn't really hold back either. She began fucking the pilot with smooth, even strokes, hearing her gasp or moan with every thrust. With Florina's naked body shaking against hers with every thrust and her pleasured noise filling her ears, Lyndis felt her own arousal growing rapidly. The heat spread through her body, its intensity growing with each shiver of erotic pleasure. Before she knew it she was panting, then moaning in tune with her lover. The lustful noise seemed to bounce off the furthest walls of the bay and only seemed to grow louder until Lyndis could almost believe the sound could make it through the forcefield and be heard in the empty space on the other side. Silence returned for a moment when Lyndis kissed Florina again, their tongues hungrily dancing with each other, their lips meeting eagerly, but sloppily and unfocused because of the bucking and shaking of both their bodies. Still, Lyndis made the effort, though she wasn't exactly clear in her mind why. Right now there wasn't much that was clear in her mind, except herself, Florina, their shared pleasure and the need to fuck and kiss her. Florina tore her lips away and screamed once, incoherently, before her breathing deteriorated into desperate panting, her body no longer having enough breath to moan. Part of Lyndis almost growled at this sign that Florina was so close to orgasm, but it was overruled by that part of her that so loved to make Florina orgasm. As a kind of compromise with herself, Lyndis increased her speed, fucking Florina harder and harder, as though that would somehow allow her to catch up so that they could climax together. They didn't. Pleasure overcame Florina and she groaned loudly, her whole body trembling as she came. The noise filled Lyndis and a small wave of nearly-climactic pleasure rushed through her body. It was nothing, however, compared to the pleasure she could hear in Florina's voice or feel in the trembling of her body and she tried to prolong that pleasure as best she could, thrusting or moving every time Florina appeared to be coming down from her orgasmic high and sending another wave of pleasure. Eventually, however, she did come down and Lyndis carefully pulled out, the normally dull turquoise now shining all over with Florina's juices. The pilot gave her a satisfied smile and brushed her cheek. "That was nice," she sighed. Lyndis took her lover's hand and kissed it. "Just nice?" "It was wonderful," Florina smiled, blushing slightly. "And... I think it's only fair I repay you." Something inside Lyndis cheered. Of course Florina had noticed she hadn't come and of course she'd want to remedy that. But it was still nice- no, wonderful to hear that. Nevertheless, she decided not to go there. Some things were more important. "How about a private little dinner?" she suggested innocently. "Just the two of us?" Perhaps it was the post-orgasmic bliss. Perhaps it was the fact she was naked and not wearing the Captain's uniform. Perhaps it was both. "That sounds nice," Florina said. Lyndis smiled, her heart filling with joy. Private dinner with Florina. It had been far, far too long since she'd last had one. "Let's get going then," Lyndis whispered and stood up, pulling her lover to her feet. Private dinner with Florina. And after dinner...? Well... It wasn't as if the Captain's quarters didn't have a bed.