Aces High: War Torn

Both of Miranda's hands fell onto Luisa's hair, supporting herself on her, trying not to fall over in pleasure. She felt her muscles tense in spasms, and her orgasm approaching fast... Miranda leant forwards, feeling something inside her growing, and becoming more and more intense every second that went by, before...

When Luisa nibbled her clitoris, Miranda erupted. She gritted her teeth, stifling a scream, as she came. Her juices shot out of her pussy, as a violent shuddering took hold of her body. Her mind went blank, her brain cutting off connections. Miranda gasped again and again with each spasm of her hips, that brought more juices out...
 
Luisa felt Miranda's juices flowing out over her lips and chin, felt it getting into her mouth.

She swallowed as she licked, her hands caressing Miranda's butt, kneading the soft, yet firm, flesh.

As she knelt there, she came back to her senses, blinking her eyes is disbelief.

Oh god, she thought, touching her fingers to her face. I didn't just...

Luisa looked up into Miranda's eyes.
 
Miranda's eyes glazed over in a strange mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. She panted, slumping against the wall, and then down to the floor, her legs spread and her pussy shiny with Luisa's saliva and her own cum. Her eyes closed by themselves as Miranda tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Ok... let me think... Luisa just... Luisa... she... raped me? It wasn't bad, but... she raped me? Disbelief at its best. Looking down, Miranda saw her jeans pooled around her feet, and her panties drenched in her own cum. Running a hand through her head, she closed her eyes again. She needed time to think...
 
Unsure of herself, Luisa stared at Miranda, watching her as a panopoly of emotions played across her face.

She certainly seemed as shocked and surprised as Luisa felt.

Tentatively, Luisa leaned forward.

She tilted her head to the side and kissed Miranda on the lips, gently.
 
Miranda barely registered the kiss. She slowly recovered her senses and thoughts, as she stared at Luisa. She did seem like she regretted it... more or less.

Looking down at her jeans again, Miranda sighed. "If you promise to not do that again, I'll let you help me put them on..."
 
"I'm sorry, Miranda," Luisa said, regretfully.

"I don't know what came over me."

"It's like... I never... felt like that before," she said, her voice conveying her confusion. "I've never looked at another woman... like I looked at you..."

"I didn't hurt you," she asked anxiously. "Did I?"

She wrapped her arms around Miranda, engulfing her in a hug.

"I'm scared, Miranda," she whispered fearfully in the other woman's ear. "I'm not a lesbian, am I? This doesn't make me a lesbian, does it?"
 
And she wonders about it? Luisa was starting to get Miranda to pity her. It was a sad scene. A woman afraid to be whatever she's supposed to be. Miranda wrapped her arms around Luisa, a strong maternal sense taking control.

"Dear, I think you are." Miranda opened her eyes and stared right into Luisa's. "But that does not necessarily make you bad in any sense. That only means you like women, that's it. There is nothing to be ashamed of, Ok?"
 
As her arms returned the hug, Luisa began sobbing into Miranda's hair, holding her tightly against her.

Ever since this damned war started, Luisa's world had been turned upside down and this hug, this simple act of human kindness, was reassuring to her.

"Thank you, Miranda," she replied, quietly. "Thank you."

She sniffled, then leaned back about arm's length from Santos, though still holding her.

She searched Miranda's eyes warily...

"I'm sorry for taking advantage of you, Miranda..."
 
The typical physical... it wasn't exactly what he'd liked to have done on not even his first day on base. It gave Ramen some sense of comfort though, knowing that evidently, Ustio seemed to care for its pilots in a medical sense, anyway.
He began dressing back into his fatigues, hearing some commotion from across the infirmary - those two women.

Pulling back his own privacy curtain, he made final adjustments to his uniform before stepping into the open of the infirmary, hearing some quiet noise from behind the privacy curtain across the room. He looked about, the doctor had stepped out - the nurse, no where to be found at the moment. There was some quiet conversation, and a quiet weeping that could be heard behind the curtain. He didn't want to... but something within him stirred his curiosity.

"Hello? Is somebody there?"

Then there was silence... He stepped closer to the curtain, the occupants surely could either make out his shadow or see his boots from underneath.

"Are you alright in there? Do you need me to call the doctor or nurse?"
 
There were so many confusing, though not altogether disturbing, feelings coursing through Luisa.

So much so, she failed to notice the sounds of another person in the infirmary approaching Miranda's bed.

"Hello? Is somebody there?"

A chill went down her spine and her hands left Miranda's shoulders.

They could both make out the pair of boots beneath the bottom of the privacy curtain.

"Are you alright in there? Do you need me to call the doctor or nurse?"

"Uh, no, no," she replied. "We're fine, really!"
 
FUCK! Miranda darted to her feet, stumbled against the wall when she tripped on her jeans, and then pulled up her panties and jeans as fast as she could. And of course, she again had trouble buckling up the jeans.

God! I am SO ditching this shit when I'm in my room! Taking a deep breath, holding it, Miranda finally managed to button up, zip up, and buckle up. Bending over, resting her hands on her knees, she panted, exhausted.

"Yeah! It's Ok!" Miranda decided to give herself a few seconds before going out, so that her blush disappeared. Didn't want to give out the wrong (but true) impression...
 
He quirked a brow as he attempted to peek inside through any loose ends of the curtain; certainly, there were two women in there... Needless to say, his curiousity was piqued at this point. A smirk came across his face..

"Well, alright then.."

Slowly, he began to step backward before turning around and walking toward the door. Then ever so quietly, he stopped at the doorway, turning back around and leaning against it as if to await for the two women to reveal themselves.

I've got to see this..

Straightening his flightsuit some, he then folded his arms across his chest, the Belkan flag embroidered on his right shoulder becoming more prominent - as he had yet to receive Ustio military fatigues.

These Ustio mercenaries seem to be quite the characters...
 
Luisa reluctantly tore her eyes away from the sight of Miranda's denim-encased butt, and got up from the floor.

Certainly he saw that we were both sitting on the floor, Luisa thought.

She walked over to the corner of the bed where Miranda's feet had been when she had been laying down, and parted the privacy curtain there to make sure the coast was clear.

"Eep!"

She withdrew quickly when she noticed the flightsuited man standing in the doorway.

Why'd he wait? To see what?

Oh god,
she thought, her heart racing once again. Did he hear us going at it?!
 
"Ugh... ugh..." Miranda cursed inwardly at her jeans, as she grabbed the rest of her clothes. She walked kinda funny, her hips swaying quite noticeably. Cringing with the tightness of her jeans, Miranda sighed, before straightening up and walking out.

Stepping beside Luisa, she withdrew the courtain and stepped out. Seeing the man standing right there, in front of them, a somber thought crossed her mind.

"Hey there."
 
Ramen nodded to the one in civilian clothing, the one he had seen previously laying on the exam table in just a towel. Before glancing about in the empty (save for the three of them) infirmary, he had to wonder where the shift nurse and doctor ran off to.

"So, would either one of you two like to explain just what was happening?"

A rather brash smile played on his face as he stepped away from the doorway, toward the two. Taking notice of the rather shy one, in her flightsuit, he glanced around before taking note of the name on her breast.

"Tell me, ah, Vianna... is it? Why so quiet? You two wouldn't happen to be doing anything that you wouldn't want your superiors to know, would you?"

He partially winced at his own words, Real smooth, Ray... Way to make an impression on your first day as a defector.
Allowing for a brief moment of silence, he continued:

"Or were the both of you injured on your last sortie?"
 
Noticing the Belkan badge on his uniform, Luisa regained some of her composure by focusing on it.

"The name is Santa Vianna," she said sternly.

"And you are..?"
 
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He couldn't help but smirk at the name, "Santa".. hell, he even was half tempted to make a half-witted comment regarding her name that he was almost certain she had probably heard all her life: "I never would have imagined Santa to be so good looking". However, he shook off the notion as he extended a hand outward.

"Ramen Grier, first lieutenant.. well, formerly... of the Belkan Air Force."

He paused for a brief moment as he shook each of their hands before feeling a slight awkwardness from addressing himself as a former member of the Belkan military.

"Err... well, callsign is 'Rook'. Or 'Ray' - short for Ramen. Take you pick, I usually answer to both." Neither had answered his previous query regarding their situation here... "So, what brings you two to the infirmary then?"
 
Luisa caught the fleeting, mischievous look in Grier's eyes, behind the smile.

What was he thinking just then? she wondered.

She took his hand and shook it, noticing how strong his hands were and thankful she had used her left hand on Miranda, the hand she was now hiding behind her back.

"Belkan," she said aloud, trying to change the subject, moving it from her and Miranda. "So how did you manage to get here?"
 
Ah, secretive. Must have been as I suspected.

He wanted to snicker to himself, but felt inclined to dismiss the entire episode at this point, as his only reaction was to flinch at what he interpreted as rather cold words.

I guess I deserve as much, for snooping around..

"Well, it's a long story, really... but let's just say that I didn't approve of the ways the Belkan military have been going about in this war.."

He eyed the two for a brief moment, and then to the quiet one in civilian clothing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, Miss...?"
 
Miranda looked the man up and down with cold eyes. His behaviour was quite brash, not to mention he probably was too interested in blackmail for Miranda to like. She had an instant dislike to him, and almost flinched when his hand shook hers. Miranda left it limp, getting a message across...

And a Belkan. Miranda didn't really hate him, in fact, he had defected so she guessed that meant something. But still, a very deep part of her just didn't like this man.

"Miranda. Miranda Santos. Callsign, Grave."
 
With a soft nod upon her introduction, Ramen then put a hand to his head, gently scratching at his scalp before tossing his hands upward.
"Grave"... hm, so she's not civilian, after all.
The look that Santos had given him all but made him feel unwanted, as he sighed quietly.

"Alright, then. I suppose I should get going now..."

He tipped his head toward the two, and gave a slight wave in their direction.
"Maybe I'll see you two around? Or maybe we'll share the skies together, hm?"

Ah, the skies...
If it weren't for this war, for his former superiors, Ramen would have loved to of been able to just fly the skies. With himself, with a partner, a friend. Now he must patrol them to protect everything he held dear... for justice, peace. Not the silly ideals that the fascist party in control of Belka shared.

Without any further hesitation, he started out of the infirmary before pausing just outside of the doorway. Miranda and Santa appearing as though they were relieved he was leaving, yet surprised that he had turned around.
"Oh, before I forget... I've still got time.. Any idea where I can go to get a drink around here?
 
She felt a little bad about the cool reception they gave him, but it did seem a a bit intrusive for him to have been standing there, waiting for them to come out.

Luisa didn't think he was any better looking than Calibur, but that didn't mean she didn't consider him ugly.

Why am I rationalizing my thoughts to myself again?

Her self-psychoanalysis was interrupted by Rook's question.

"I'm not very familiar with the base," Luisa said apologetically. "Miranda, you know of any place?"
 
A place to get drunk, huh... Somehow, that didn't surprise her. Between flights, there were a few pilots who liked to pour some fire down, and Miranda had seen the signs both on their faces... and on the corridors' walls. With a sigh, she crossed her arms.

"Yeah, there is a bar around in the base. Some people really know how to do their business..." Miranda grimaced a bit, her legs wiggling a bit. She felt like murdering her jeans.
 
Luisa snapped her eyes away from the wiggle of Miranda's butt in the tight jeans and focused on a point on the wall somewhere to Rook's left.

She thought about Miranda's words. A bar? How typical.

She wasn't much of a drinker and didn't have very good experiences with the local 'watering holes' in the south.

She was invited often enough, but she was pretty certain her suitors were more interested with getting her drunk and into the sack than in getting to know her personally.

Well, she reflected mirthlessly. I guess, in a way, they did want to get to know me more intimately.

Luisa didn't think fondly of bars, and the groping, insensitive hands she usually encountered there.
 
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"A bar, hm?"


He thought a brief moment about his time at Belkan bars, full of a lot of green soldiers and airmen wanting to just forget about their superiors barking at them all day, or trying to score one of the few women that actually came into the bars. Almost all of them were kids... that's what stuck out the most in his mind, and it's also what disturbed him the most. Half of them never came home after the first battle.. and the other half were distraught.

Only a handful managed well, and after that, they either wanted to quit or were seemingly brainwashed into thinking that it was Osea, Ustio or any of the other surrounding countries fault. If only they knew...


"Well, I guess it'll do. Would you ladies care to join me? We can swap stories about how we ended up here... or I guess, more accurately, why a Belkan, like me, decided to defect..."


Ramen smirked sarcastically at his own remark, he wondered what it was he was trying to prove.. Perhaps to garner their trust? Or to impress? Hell, he didn't even really know... or maybe it was just to make friends among his new allies..
 
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