5 comments/ 15669 views/ 26 favorites Please Don't Leave Me By: MagicMouse The only sound in the jungle was the groaning of metal bearing too much weight and the pop of arcing electricity. Though the letters "ANTIOCH" could still be made out on the hull beneath the cockpit, the twisted hulk no longer even remotely resembled its former self. The aft quarter of the ship was gone, likely still in orbit. The cockpit was torn off just aft of the navigator's post on impact, and was now lodged between two enormous trees at the end of the shallow trench it dug. Half way up to trench, the rest of the craft lay on its side. The bottom two decks, and the eight men stationed on them, were now crushed against the floor of the command deck. Scattered in and around the wreck lay fifteen hard-sealed combat suits. Each was emblazoned with the insignia of the Galactic Federation on the left breast, and each containing the body of one of the Antioch's crew. Most were either slumped at their posts or laying on what was left of the bridge. A handful lay scattered around the craft. One lay separate from the others, near the start of the trench. Emerald green eyes slowly opened inside the suit. ****** The first thing Second Lieutenant Tara Clarke felt was pain. Her head was throbbing, and her body ached. She tried to breathe, but winced as searing pain shot through the right side of her torso. All she could see was dark red, and she had a metallic taste in her mouth. Her left hand grasped at the back of her helmet, searching for the release. When she found it, Tara used the last of her strength to pull it off and push it away. Exhausted, she collapsed, letting her head hit the soil. Her eyes closed again. She was jolted back by the sound of limbs cracking. Instinctively, her head came up, and she tried to look around, but again all she could see was red. She wiped her eyes clean with her hand. Looking at her hand, she saw that the glove was stained by a dark, crimson fluid. She had her first coherent thought since the crash. Blood. I'm bleeding. In the distance, she heard the sound of footsteps on hollow metal. She had heard it constantly since she came aboard the Antioch a month earlier, but it sounded different this time. She could hear the familiar dull sound of a foot hitting the deck, but it was accompanied by a series of sharp clicks, almost simultaneous with each other. After a moment, she realized what it was: Pirates. She froze, trying to think. Her right hand slowly slid to her hip, trying to find her sidearm. It found nothing. Put distance between yourself and the crash site. Her training began to kick in. I have to get up. She brought her hands up and pushed, trying to get to her feet. But as soon as she tried to exert force, pain again tore through her flank, and she collapsed. Before she could catch herself, she cried out. The footsteps stopped. Shit. She lay motionless, listening. After a few seconds, she heard a low, scratchy growl come from the crash, followed by the sound of feet moving quickly over dirt. Tara closed her eyes and held her breath. I'm dead. Please think I'm dead. The footsteps drew closer and closer. Suddenly, she felt something take hold of her shoulder. She was lifted from the ground and tossed onto her back, crying out again when she landed. When she opened her eyes, she was face to face with a pirate. It turned and called out in a sharp growl. The pirate then turned back to her, bringing one clawed hand to her throat. It started to squeeze, crushing her throat. Tara fought to breathe, clawing at the creature's powerful arm. Her vision began to fade, and her arms fell to her side. Then, the hand was gone. Coughing, she looked up. Another pirate, this one larger, had arrived. It stood over the first, its back turned to her. Slowly, she began to push herself away. As soon as she moved, though, the pirate turned and looked at her. It walked slowly up next to her and, with a low, growling laugh, kicked her head. Once again, Tara lost consciousness. ****** She awoke to the sensation of cold metal on her back. Her feet were raised, and she was held by the ankles. Tara raised her head and looked at her feet. She was being dragged down a dark corridor by two pirates, each holding one leg. Oh God, no. She had heard stories of what the Pirates did to prisoners, and none of them end well. "No, please no!" she begged. Her right hand felt a pipe and latched on instinctively, but as soon as she tried to hold herself in place, the pain in her side forced her to let go. She cried out in agony, and her eyes filled with tears. Her left hand went to the pain, and she held her side as she was dragged on. Tara struggled to calm herself. They stopped at a door. One of the pirates pressed his hand to a panel, and the door opened. She was pulled into the room. She held her eyes shut, hoping it was a nightmare, willing the pirates away. When the doors closed, she felt the pirates drop her legs. Almost before her feet hit the ground, she felt her wrists being pulled together over her head, and metal lock around them. She tried to pull them apart, but they wouldn't separate. The doors opened again as the pirates walked out. When they shut, Tara was in total darkness. I am going to die. They are going to torture me, and I am going to die .She waited in the dark, preparing for what she knew was to come. After a few minutes, the doors again opened and a pirate entered. She recognized it as the one that had kicked her. Behind him came two others, both armed with plasma rifles. The leader crossed the room and activated a control panel. A light came on above her head, blinding her. She felt a tug on her wrists, and they were pulled towards the ceiling. She could see metal cuffs around her wrists, holding them together. They were connected to a chain that ran up to the ceiling. The chain continued to pull, dragging her up. As it did so, more and more weight was placed on her injury. She screamed in agony as she was pulled to her feet. The lead pirate motioned to the guards, who nodded and moved towards her. The pirates grabbed her and began removing her hard-suit. As Tara struggled helplessly, they removed her gloves, bracers, and wrist computer. Next, they removed the shoulder pieces and chest plate, letting them fall to the floor. The plating covering her groin and thighs were ripped from the suit and tossed aside. She was then raised off her feet. As she cried out in pain, the guards pulled the leg protection past her feet. Finally, she was lowered until she rested on her knees, her hands between her legs. The only clothing she still had on was the thin sleeveless shirt and knee length briefs containing the sensors for the suits vital signs monitoring system. Tara gasped for air, dizzy from the agony. A hand gipped her red hair and pulled her head up. She stared into the face of her captor blankly, oblivious to anything but the slowly receding pain. As her mind came back to her, the pirate turned to the interrogator and nodded. The interrogator typed commands into the panel, and a small screen was lowered from the ceiling in front of her. Bold red letters appeared on the black screen. YOU ARE OURS. YOU WILL TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW OR YOU WILL SUFFER After a moment, they were replaced by more. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? She dropped her head, struggling to speak. The interrogator waited patiently for a few moments. Finally she was able to form words. "Tara," she whispered. More letters appeared. YOUR FULL NAME "Please, I don't know anything," Suddenly, the chain pulled, and she was raised up to her feet. Tara screamed again as pain shot through her side. YES YOU DO. AND YOU WILL TELL ME. YOUR FULL NAME As she read the words, wondering what the pirate meant, she was struck in the right side. Normally, it would not have been hard enough to do more than annoy her. With her injury, it sent waves of agony through her body. "TARA CLARKE!" she cried through her tears. When she did, she was lowered to her knees again. RANK AND STATION "Please," Tara begged. She was swiftly yanked to her feet, and then off of them. Tara twitched and writhed silently, the pain taking the ability to scream from her. After a minute or so she was again lowered, but only to her feet. In front of her, a light came on. Tara saw that the wall facing her was reflective glass. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her shirt was stained red on her right side. She was covered in sweat, and her eyes were red and filled with tears. REMEMBER THIS SIGHT. IT WILL BE A FIND MEMORY WHEN WE ARE FINISHED The light went off, and again the wall was black. More letters began to appear. GIVE ME THE ENCRYPTION CODES FOR FEDERA The letters stopped mid-word and the interrogator looked at the ceiling. Tara forced her breath to quite, and heard a faint rumbling. It approached quickly, moving past the room in the ceiling. A shaft of light appeared on the other side of the glass, and a small, red-orange metal ball fell through it in the other room. The light disappeared and there was silence. The interrogator barked out an order to the guards, who immediately left the room. A moment later, Tara saw them enter the other room, illuminated by the corridor light through the door. When the door closed, everything was dark again. She waited silently for several moments. Without warning, the wall in front of her exploded. The blast sent glass flying into the room, cutting into Tara's skin. One of the pirates flew past her, striking the wall behind her with a crunch. A blade extended from the interrogator's forearm, and he jumped through the hole with a snarl. There was crashing, followed by an animal scream, then silence. Smoke was pouring through the hole in the wall, blocking Tara's view. Through the smoke, a tall figure emerged. It can't be. The figure was clad head to toe in armor. It was the same color as the ball except for a red chest plate and helmet. The stomach and thighs had a more yellow color, and on the shoulders were two large spherical structures, each larger than the helmet. From the elbow down, the right arm was a large, green cylinder. Steam was rising from the end. Though she could not see through the opaque green visor, Tara knew immediately who stood before her. Every Marine would recognize the sight. Samus Aran. ****** Samus walked up to Tara, looking her up and down. "You have fractured ribs, and are bleeding internally. You need to get out of here. Can you walk?" Her voice was soft and calm, but firm and powerful. Tara found it comforting. "Yes," she said, though she was not sure if it was true. Samus hesitated. "Please help me," Tara begged. Behind the green visor, eyes narrowed. A deep, cold rage was building in the bounty hunter's chest. She knew the pirates. She knew how they thought and what they did. She had experienced it first-hand. They hadn't done this for pleasure. They never do. They want power, and this is how they get it. "Look at the floor and close your eyes" Samus stepped back, raising her cannon. She fired a single blast into the ceiling, and the chain fell to the floor. Tara fell to the ground. "Now for the restraints," Samus said calmly. Her visor shined for a moment and the cuffs fell away. Samus extended her hand to Tara. The wounded Marine hesitated, spellbound by the image before her. An alarm sounded, pulling Tara back to reality. "Okay. Hold onto me. It's going to hurt," Samus said. Taking Samus's hand, Tara pulled herself up. She wrapped her right arm around the power armor, trying to hold on without a good place to grab. Samus reached behind her, grabbing hold of the waistband of Tara's pants. Tara was half-dragged out the door into the corridor, which now illuminated by red lights. She was immediately lost. Samus was going too quickly for her to keep track of the turns. As they rounded a corner, Samus stopped. If front of them was a door. "Wait here," she said, gently setting Tara down next to the door. The wounded soldier desperately wanted to hold on. "Don't leave me," she begged. Tara tried to hold on, but Samus slipped away. As soon as Tara was down, Samus went to the door. She hit the control panel, sliding out of the way as a storm of plasma came through the doorway. Using her left hand, she pressed a button on her cannon. The weapon immediately began to shift. The barrel extended and widened, several vents opened on either side, and the whole of the weapon slid forward on her arm. Samus slid through the doorway, her weapon raised. As she disappeared through the opening, Tara heard a series of loud, high pitched cracks. These were accompanied by the cries and screams of the now-outgunned Space Pirates. Then, a terrible, deafening roar spilt the air, forcing Tara to cover her ears. There were more of the high-pitched cracks, accompanied by explosions, crashing, and more roars. There was a massive explosion accompanied by the cry of something very big, very angry, and very hurt. Chunks of debris flew through the doorway, followed by Samus. "Let's go," she said, calmly picking Tara up again. Tara was in awe. She had never seen anything like Samus. She had heard the stories, of course. Everyone knew who Samus Aran was: the last survivor of K-2L, the destroyer of Zebes, the metroid hunter, the savior of the Federation. But seeing her in action was surreal. Every movement had purpose, every action was planned. She was powerful and confident. Tara couldn't help but admire her, and the sight caused powerful emotions to stir inside her. Samus carried her through the doorway. On the other side was a large bay, filled with the remains of crates and loading equipment. Scattered among them were pieces of pirates. Tara couldn't tell how many, but was sure there were at least a dozen. In the center of the room, the body of a large armored dragon-like creature lay motionless. A large whole was gaping in the roof, and Tara could see blue sky through it. As she watched, a craft descended through the hole, coming to a stop just in front of them. "Is that..." Tara pointed at the vessel. "Yes," Samus cut her off. Then, looking at the creature "And that is..." "Yes." "And he's dead?" "For now," Samus said. "I feel very tired," said Tara as she passed out. ****** She awoke on her back. Feeling cold metal on her back again, she started to panic. No, please no! She could almost feel the pirates dragging her. But something was different. There was a soft, dull roaring sound in the background, and she could feel vibrations through the floor. At last, she remembered her rescue. "I need to move you," Samus said entering the room, still in her armor. Tara nodded, finally relaxing. Samus lifted her up and led her to a small bunk that slid out of the wall of the small room. "Lay down," she said. Tara obeyed, resting her head on the pillow. Samus moved to a control panel. Several sensors extended from the wall. "Where am I?" asked Tara. "My ship. You passed out," "Where are we going?" "The nearest Federation outpost, on Shadow. We'll arrive in 48 hours." As Tara watched, Samus's face grew pensive. "What's wrong?" asked Tara nervously, still in pain. "You have a broken rib. Compound fracture. It needs to be set." Samus then turned to look at Tara "This will be painful." Her voice was reassuring, but the constant, emotionless stare of the helmet was not. "O-okay," Tara stammered. Please, don't hurt me. The words crept through her mind. Samus stepped back into the center of the room. A pale blue light encompassed her, and her suit was encompassed by it. As the light faded, Tara could see that something had changed. The suit was gone. There was no visor and no helmet. The weapon was gone. There was no hint of metal at all. It had been replaced by the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. The figure was encased in a blue skin tight jumpsuit. Tara had seen technical descriptions of Samus's Zero Suit, but the sight in front of her was nothing like what she had pictured. It clung tightly to Samus's sleek, toned legs. Past the gentle curve of her hips, on the right side of which rested an unusual looking pistol, Samus had a tight, flat stomach. Her breasts were ample, though not especially large. Her muscled yet thin arms hung at her side. The suit extended over her long fingers, and pink lights glowed on the back of her hands and over her left breast. Tara could see that the Power Suit did not add as much height as she thought. Tara was relatively tall at 5'10", but Samus towered over her. Tara guessed that she was about half a foot taller. The only part not covered by the suit was the head. Sitting atop a slender neck, her face was neutral, but not quite emotionless. Her mouth seemed slightly small for her face, with delicate looking pink lips and the slightest hint of an overbite. Her nose was slightly upturned at the tip. The skin was pale, and flawlessly smooth. Her face was framed in golden blonde hair, which was tied into a shoulder length ponytail, save for two locks on either side of her face, partly obscuring her ears. The center pieces lay under two dark, thin eyebrows. Her eyes sat in shallow sockets with large black lashes. They were large, gentle, and shone a brilliant blue with a faint hint of green. Tara's gaze was fixed on Samus's eyes, and her breath caught in her chest. Those blue gems shined with strength, but also deep sadness. She looks so lonely. Tara's heart immediately went out to her. The sight almost drove her to tears. Samus walked up to Tara, and she could see that powerful muscles hid just beneath her flat stomach. Indeed, it was clear as she moved that Samus's slender figure concealed a powerful body. She was built for the perfect balance of agility, speed, strength, and stamina. Tara felt a familiar tightness in her abdomen as Samus leaned over her. "I need to realign the bones so you can heal. To do this, I have to push hard on your side. It will hurt at first, but when I am done, you will feel better. I have some compounds that greatly accelerate bone remodeling. I am going to give it to you with a sedative. Then you can rest." Tara looked up into her savior's face. It was soft and calming. The strength and loneliness were still there, but they were covered by a look kindness. "Okay," Tara breathed. Samus nodded and stood, examining Tara's side. She gently placed her hands above the injury. Tara was about to tell Samus she was ready when the tall woman suddenly pushed down. A blinding pain enveloped Tara's body, unlike anything she had felt before. She heard and felt the bones in her side shift, and Samus removed her hands. Tara grasped her left hand as she fought through the pain. "Breathe. It's okay, just breathe," Samus whispered gently into her ear. Tara's eyes were clamped shut, filling with tears. "Shhh. It's over. I'm done. Try to relax," said Samus, bending down until her face was a few inches from Tara's. The redhead reached her other arm around Samus and held on tightly. Tara buried her face in Samus's shoulder, desperately trying not to cry. Using her free hand, Samus withdrew a small syringe from a drawer beneath the bunk. She stuck the tip into Tara's leg and pushed the plunger slowly. "Shh. Go to sleep," she whispered. Tara's vision began to fade. Her head felt heavy, and she fought to keep her eyes open. She could feel herself start to lose consciousness. No, not again. Not now! Tara's eyes were wide with panic. "Please, don't leave me." Tara breathed before passing out. "I won't," Samus whispered. ****** "Lt. Clarke, report!" The captain's voice was barely audible over the alarms. "Unknown contact, bearing 199 by 38," Tara called back. Please Don't Leave Me "Sir, main power is offline, engines are non-responsive," came a voice from across the bridge. "Return fire," "Weapons are offline," responded another crewman. The ship shook, followed by a deafening noise, the sound of metal tearing like paper. "Sir, direct hit to main drive. Major hull breaches!" "We're losing altitude," called Tara. "All hands, brace for impact," called the captain. Tara felt herself being tossed about like a toy. Something struck her in the side, and she cried in pain. Another tearing sound came, and the darkness of the bridge was pierced by light. The floor she was laying on split and she fell. But she did not pass out. Instead, she just fell, farther and farther down. The blinding light faded into pure darkness. She felt herself slow, until she was just hanging in space. She tried to move, but her hands were secured above her head. Her side felt like it was on fire, and a light appeared in front of her, blinding her. As her eyes adjusted, she saw a figure emerge from the light. It was Samus, but she was not in her armor. She was in the blue suit she saw on Samus's ship. The blonde woman strode slowly up to her. She looked like an angel. "What do you feel?" she asked, barely above a whisper. "Please, I don't know anything," Tara cried in terror. "Yes, you do. And you will tell me, or I will suffer," said Samus. The words rang through Tara's head, drowning out every other thought and sensation. The tall warrior leaned forward and slowly planted her lips on Tara's forehead. Then, she turned and walked by into the light. Tara could no longer see her, and the light began to fade. "Wait!" Tara called out, desperate to feel her touch again. "Please, don't leave me! Please..." ****** Tara's eyes opened. She stared blankly into a soft light above her. Slowly and groggily, she sat up. Pain registered in her mind, but she ignored it. Standing up, she looked around. The small room was dark, but Tara could see a door at the far end. She walked mindlessly towards it, shuffling as she went. When she passed through the door, she could she stars. There was an empty chair, surrounded by controls and instruments. Cockpit, she thought. She turned and started down a steep stairwell. Her feet felt like they were moving of their own will. Tara was only barely awake. At the bottom of the stairs, she came to another door. Tara pressed her hand to the panel, but the door didn't open. She stood in place for several moments. She was deeply tired and confused, and almost totally devoid of conscious thought. Then the door opened. She stepped through it reflexively. Inside, she was again in darkness. She could make out a bed a few meters away. Tara could see a figure lying in the bed. She shuffled up to the bed. She pulled the covers back and sat. She turned her body, and rested her head on the pillow as she extended her legs. As she pulled the covers over her, she felt warmth next to. She slid closer, until she touched something. It was warm and soft. The sensation was comforting, so Tara slid herself alongside it, curling her body against the soft warm object. She drifted off to sleep, and for the first time since she awoke in the dirt she welcomed it. ****** Several hours later, Tara stirred again. Her limbs felt heavy and her joints were stiff. Slowly, her mind began to awaken. She looked around, expecting to find herself in the interrogation room again. After a few moments, she realized where she was. I was dreaming. The thought calmed her, but there was something wrong. Something was missing, but she couldn't remember what. I feel cold. She realized what was missing: the warm, soft object that she found so comforting. Her journey began to come back to her: standing up, the cockpit, the stairs, the confusing door, the bed, and, finally, the warmth. She realized what the object was. Oh my God. Sneaking up to someone's bed, getting in, and feeling them up in the middle of the night was never a good idea, especially when that someone was easily the most dangerous living person in the known universe. Tara quickly got out of the bed and walked to the door, ignoring the pain in her side. Nervously, she opened it and crept up the stairs. Tara heard voices from the cockpit. "The ship was the Antioch. It was a system patrol ship. Pirates shot it down. They had already cleared out the crash site when I arrived. There was one survivor. The pirates were beginning the interrogation when I got to her." Samus's voice was soft, but clear. The sound of it made Tara's rib hurt a little bit less. "Who was the survivor?" the other voice was deep, and had an electronic quality to it. Subspace transmission. She must be talking to Command. "Second Lieutenant Tara Clarke," Samus answered. "Did the pirates extract any information?" It sounded like the question was scripted. "No, I got to her in time." Samus sounded annoyed. Tara poked her head through the door. Samus was standing beside the pilot's seat, leaning over a console with her back to Tara. "What is the condition of the ship?" "Totally destroyed," Samus was clearly becoming impatient. "Unfortunate. I need to speak to Lieutenant Park." "Clarke." "Right. Regulations require immediate debrief." Samus looked back over her shoulder. Tara ducked away, hoping Samus didn't see her. "I treated her injuries and sedated her. She's resting," Samus answered. "Wake her. We need to know what happened. They were in a quiet sector. There were no reports of pirates. We need to know what they were..." "She's resting." It sounded more like a command than a simple statement of fact. After a brief pause, "Please inform us when she is awake." Tara heard the slick of the transmission being terminated. "You can come out now," Samus called. Somewhat embarrassed, Tara entered the room. "Sorry. I was just curious. I didn't mean to eavesdrop." "It's fine, I let you." The way she said it gave Tara pause, but she quickly dismissed it as nothing. "How do you feel?" "Tired. Sore. Stiff. Embarrassed." "I understand. The sedative I gave you can cause sleepwalking." Samus still had her back to Tara, golden hair flowing down the back of her blue suit, still in a ponytail. Beneath it, Tara could see a pink glow between her shoulders. Her eyes followed the hair down. It ended about a third of the way down her back, but Tara's eyes continued down. They finally stopped at Samus's ass. It was small and well defined. The tightness in her stomach returned. Tara's eyes shot up when Samus turned to face her. For a moment, they stared at each other silently. "You should lie down," Samus said, looking away. If she didn't know better, Tara would think she saw embarrassment in Samus's eyes. "Okay. Umm, would you help me?" Tara asked, holding her side. Samus just nodded and walked towards her. "This way," she said, taking Tara's left arm over her shoulder. Samus guided her back into the medical compartment. Samus set helped her to the bunk and Tara sat. "Lay down, I want to take some scans." Tara turned and lay back on the bunk. The sensors again extended from the wall, and Samus worked on the control panel next to her. After a few minutes, she finished and retracted the sensors. "Your ribs are set well. No internal bleeding, and no other serious injuries." As Samus turned to leave, Tara grabbed her hand. "Wait. Please don't leave me alone." Samus looked silently at her for a moment, her face neutral. "Okay," she said, sitting next to her on the bed. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Samus was holding Tara's hand in her lap as the injured soldier closed her eyes. "How long have you been in the service?" Samus asked, shifting nervously. "Graduated from OCS a few months ago." "So, this is your first tour?" Samus asked. "Yes," answered Tara. Then opening her eyes, "They told me the first tour's the hardest." A smile crept across Samus's face. "They usually aren't this bad." "It could be worse," Tara smiled up at Samus. "You could be dead," Samus said grimly. "Or alone," Tara whispered, gently squeezing Samus's hand. The two stared at each other silently for a moment. "Yes. Being alone is... unpleasant," Samus answered. There was sadness in her voice, and Tara felt her heart break. "No one should have to be alone," Tara said, trying to make it sound like an observation instead of an offer, or, even worse, a plea. There was silence again. Abruptly, Samus released Tara's hand and stood. "I need to check navigation, make sure we are still on course," she said, her voice breaking. Before Tara could respond, she was out the door. Tara closed her eyes, and quietly wept. ****** Tara could not sleep. The physical pain was minimal, but she was in emotional agony. She had been with women a few times before, but she had never really loved anyone before. At least, not the way she loved Samus. Tara wanted to hold her, and to be held by her. She wanted to feel her powerful arms around her. She wanted to hear Samus's heart through her chest as her warmth eased Tara to sleep. It was beyond simple attraction. She wanted so comfort the tall bounty hunter, to share her pain, and to end her loneliness. Closing her eyes, Tara imagined Samus holding her in her arms. She imagined Samus's breathing against her neck, her strong hands on her hips, and her soft flesh against her back. Then, she pictured herself on her back. She pictured Samus lying on top of her, their lips locked together. Her hands moved to her breast, imagining they were Samus's. Gently kneading, she imagined pushing her leg between Samus's, putting pressure on the tall woman's most sensitive region. She could almost feel Samus moaning into her mouth. The thought sent a chill through her, and she gently pulled on her hard nipples. She felt damp between her legs, and her pulse raced. Tara slid a hand down between her legs, pressing against her sensitive lips through the fabric of her briefs. She began to rub, using her other hand to massage her breast. In her mind, Samus was between her legs, looking back up Tara's body as she pleasured her. Tension built in her core, demanding release. Tara's hand slid under her briefs, and a pair of fingers slid between her inner lips. They moved quickly in and out. She pictured Samus above her, her strong hand between Tara's legs, her face inches from Tara's as she fell over the edge. Waves of pleasure rolled over Tara as she found her release. Her fingers rubbed over her clit, her other hand pinching her nipple. "Oh, god. Oh, Sammy!" she cried softly, slowly coming down from her high. Her pulse slowed, her breathing returned to normal. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep. In her last moments of consciousness a single thought occupied the whole of her mind, bringing tears to her eyes. I need you, Samus. ****** A gentle sensation on Tara's cheek pulled her from her sleep. When she moved, the feeling disappeared. Her hand searched for the source of the touch, and when it felt soft warm flesh it grabbed on. The flesh tried to pull free, but Tara held on. Opening her eyes, Tara saw Samus silhouetted against the single light in the middle of the ceiling. She was sitting on the bunk, her right hand caught in Tara's left. Samus looked away, her hand trembling. "Hi," Tara said softly. "How are you?" Samus asked, still not looking at her. "I'm fine. Are you?" Tara asked, rubbing her thumb softly against the inside of Samus's wrist. Her arms were bare, though she appeared to still be wearing the rest of her suit. "Y-yes. I, uhh, I'm fine." "Very convincing," Tara said dryly. "I can take care of myself," Samus said, sounding defensive. "I know," Tara assured her, bringing her right hand up to Samus's wrist. She started to move her hand up the blonde's arm, trying to soothe Samus's reluctance away. "But you don't have to," she whispered, as if she was afraid to startle the legendary warrior. "You can relax, let someone else take care of you." "No. I don't want you to... I don't need anyone else," Samus stammered. She tried to stand, but Tara held on. "Don't want me to? Don't want me to what?" Tara pressed. "You don't want me to worry? To care? To love you?" she paused partly for effect and partly to think. "Do you want me gone?" "No!" Samus almost choked on the word. "Then what? What don't you want?" As she said this, Tara pulled Samus's hand close. The mighty Samus Aran looked at the ground, ashamed. When she finally spoke, Tara could barely hear her above the sound of the engines. "I don't want you to get hurt." "What?" Tara said in surprise. "I don't want you hurt!" Samus snapped, startling Tara. "My life is dangerous. I am dangerous. People around me die! Adam, the Baby, my..." She stopped mid-sentence. "Do you know how I survived K-2L?" she asked. Tara shook her head. "My parents. They both gave their lives saving me. I lived because they died." She stopped, looking at Tara. "I won't let you. It won't happen to you." They both were silent for a long time, sitting in the dark, holding each other's hands. Finally, Tara broke the silence. "You didn't kill them. It wasn't your fault. They did what they did because they cared about you, because they didn't want to see you in pain. And I will guarantee you that they would gladly do it again, just to be near you again. They suffered so that you would not." "I don't want you to suffer," Samus said, fighting back tears. "I already did. I suffered like I had never thought possible. And I would still be suffering, if it weren't for you. You came for me. You saved me." Tara spoke calmly, choosing her words carefully. "Please, save me again. Please, don't leave me." Samus stared down at Tara. Finally, Samus pulled her hand from Tara's grasp and stood. The redhead's eyes locked shut, filling with tears. No, please no. I didn't mean it! Please don't go. Her panic was interrupted by a voice, soft and sweet, speaking just two words. "I won't." Tara felt Samus's arms slide between her and the bunk. The panic washed from her body, like a retreating tide. The tall woman lifted her silently, almost effortlessly, into her arms. Tara wrapped her arms around Samus's neck, resting her head against Samus's shoulder. Without a word, Samus's carried her from the room. They went through the cockpit and down the stairs to her quarters. The door opened as she neared it and they crossed the darkened room. It was lit by a single light over the bed. Tara was holding onto Samus like a child. When they reached the bed, instead of placing Tara on it Samus slid sideways onto the bed, still carrying Tara. Lying back, she pulled the redhead close to her, placing a soft kiss on the top of Tara's head. Tara looked into Samus's eyes, and Samus returned her gaze. Tara moved her full lips slowly upward, creeping closer to Samus. Tara was petrified, hopeful, nervous, and joyous all at once. Then, their lips finally met. A current spread through Tara, relieving all the tension in her body. The stress and shock of the past few days was banished, and was replaced at once the euphoria of contentment. Finally, thought Tara, Finally you let me in. But the contentment didn't last. As she pressed her tongue against the soft flesh of Samus's lips, her contentment turned to desire. You won't regret it. I promise. Tara slid her arms under her new lover and pulled her close. Pushing with her right knee, she tried to roll onto her back, pulling Samus with her. Her left arm was far too weak to hold Samus by itself and Tara instinctually squeezed with the right, sending a painful jolt through her right side. "Good God!" Tara cried in surprise and pain. She had clearly underestimated Samus's weight. "Your ribs are still healing." "I noticed," Tara said, rubbing her side "How much do you weigh?" Tara had guessed she was in the 55 to 60 kg range. "90" "90? 90 kilograms?" Tara looked at her in disbelief. "My bone density is nearly twice that of a normal human. I also have increased muscle fiber density, and respiratory efficiency," Samus told her flatly. "Well, thanks for letting me know," the smaller woman responded sarcastically, still rubbing her side. "Sorry. Here, let me help," Samus said, pushing Tara's hand aside. She stroked the swollen flesh gently, using just enough pressure to soothe the nerves. Tara closed her eyes, focusing on the soft caresses as they sent sparks of pleasure through her body. Samus gently took Tara in her arms again, this time turning her over and carefully laying the beautiful redhead on her back. Samus moved atop her, supporting herself with her powerful limbs, careful not to put too much weight on the injured marine. Samus looked down between the two of them, and Tara raised her head and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She pulled back and kissed her again, slightly lower. Tara continued, trailing kiss down Samus's face, between her eyes, and down her nose. Samus gently eased away the pain in her side all the while. At the tip, Tara gave Samus a quick peck, and then lowered her nose, touching the tip of Samus's. She rubbed her nose back and forth, drawing a giggle from Samus. Her blue eyes came up, starring into Tara's. After a moment, their lips met again. This time, their kiss was filled with passion. Tara softly nibbled on Samus's lower lip while the tall blonde ran the tip of her tongue over Tara's upper lip. Tara moved up and captured Samus's tongue softly between her lips, sucking it into her mouth. Samus moaned softly, sliding her right arm beneath Tara's shoulders. She cradled Tara, still caressing her side with the left. The powerful bounty hunter ran her tongue smoothly over Tara's teeth. Tara brought her hands up, cupping Samus's face. Tara could feel a wet heat growing between her legs. She wanted more. Tara slid her fingers into her lover's golden hair, marveling at the silky smooth feeling before gently pulling Samus's head back. Her mouth left Samus's, trailing soft kisses across her cheek, stopping to briefly flick her tongue over the earlobe before moving farther down towards Samus's neck. Samus's threw her head back, moaning softly. Planting her knees, Samus pulled Tara up until she was sitting upright, with Samus straddling her legs. Her left hand abandoned Tara's side and moved to the back of her head, pulling Tara in. Tara let her hands trail down Samus's back. They moved over the smooth elastic surface of the Zero Suit down to her rear. Taking a cheek in each hand, Tara gently squeezed, eliciting another moan from Samus. Tara was amazed at how soft Samus's ass felt in her hands, but when Samus shifted her weight slightly the flesh in Tara's hand became rock hard, only to soften again in an instant. She has amazing muscle control. I can't wait to feel her insides, to make her come, Tara thought as she brought her hands up Samus's body, teasing her sides through the suit. Her hands finally stopped on Samus's breasts, squeezing lightly as she continued to nibble on her neck. Leaving Samus's neck, Tara's mouth moved down the top of her chest. Reaching her breast, she seized the nipple with her teeth through the Zero Suit. When she did, Samus shuddered, inhaling sharply. Sensitive, she thought. The heat between her legs continued to grow and her nipples hardened. Tara's clothes began to feel less and less comfortable. She released Samus's breast, placing a hand on Samus's shoulder, gently pushing. The blonde understood and moved off her, lying down on her back. Tara straddled her, sitting on Samus's lower abdomen. She leaned forward and planted her lips on Samus's. As her tongue slid past the bounty hunter's lips, she felt two hands on her breasts softly tweak the nipples through Tara's shirt. She could feel her damp briefs clinging to her sensitive flesh. Please Don't Leave Me Breaking their kiss, Tara sat up, pushing Samus's hand away. Looking into the sapphire eyes below her, she smiled mischievously. Samus just stared up at her, a look of rapt attention of her face. Slowly, teasingly, Tara grasped the bottom of her shirt and gently lifted. The fabric slid up slowly over her stomach, past her breasts, and above her face until it was finally off. Tossing it aside, she smiled down as Samus again. "Your turn," she said. Tara leaned forward, capturing Samus's mouth while her hands tried to remove the Zero Suit. As her hands continued to search for a zipper, a button, anything to remove the suit, Tara became increasingly frustrated. Eventually she heard, or rather felt, Samus try to suppress a giggle. "What?" she asked, pulling her lips from Samus's. "Give up?" Samus asked playfully. Looking into Samus's eyes, Tara finally saw an emotion other than loneliness. "Yes," she said, pouting. "Watch this," Samus said, smiling slyly. She closed her eyes and Tara felt her breathing slow. Concentrating, Samus moved her hand up to the top over her suit and placed two fingers on the hem. She slowly slid her hand down, trailing her fingers down the suit. They moved down her chest, between her breasts, and over her stomach. An orange glow appeared behind them. Samus stopped just above her navel, removing her hand. The orange line faded, revealing a split in the suit. "How..." Tara began. "It's the suit. It's linked to me, a part of me. It's like a limb, responding to me thoughts." "Like the Power Suit?" "The Power Suit is an extension of it, created by the Zero Suit, maintained by my mind," said Samus. "Just like that? You think it, and it's there?" asked Tara, her technical curiosity getting the best of her. "No, not just like that. The Power Suit structure is stored in the Zero Suit. I just bring it out. If it isn't in the Zero Suit, I can't use it," Samus said, her hands sliding up and down Tara's hips. "And you maintain it? With your mind?" Samus nodded. "That must take a lot of concentration," Tara said seductively. Her curiosity was quickly being overcome by her desire. Samus nodded again as Tara's hands slid up the tall woman's sides. "So, you must be exhausted after a mission," she said, leaning forward until her face was just inches from Samus's. "Very," Samus whispered. "I bet you could use some relaxation," Tara said, pressing her lips to Samus's and nibbling on her upper lip. Her hands moved under the split in Samus's suit, sliding beneath the smooth, elastic material, pushing it back. Samus pushed herself up, taking Tara with her. Without breaking contact with Tara's lips, Samus slid the suit over her shoulders. Tara slid it down her torso, letting it fall around Samus's waist. "Finally," she breathed between kisses. She pressed against Samus, at last feeling the legendary warrior's bare chest against her own. But Tara wanted more. She pushed Samus down gently until she was again on her back, her blonde ponytail running down one side of her head and over her chest. Samus lifted her head and reached back, releasing her golden locks from their restraints. Tara watched, spellbound, as the golden silk spread across the pillow, framing Samus's angelic face in a golden halo. The sight was beautiful beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her hands went to Samus's cheeks, caressing her face lovingly. She loved the feel of the blonde's high cheekbones, soft skin, and shimmering golden hair. Tara moved her hands down slowly over Samus's neck. Beneath the soft skin Tara could feel tense muscles. "Relax, sweetie. I promise you will enjoy this," Tara said reassuringly, gazing lovingly into Samus's shining sapphires. "Close your eyes," she said. As Samus did so, Tara began to put pressure on her neck, gently massaging the tension away. Samus breathed a deep, relaxed sigh. Tara was excited by the sight of Samus's face, the feel of her skin, the lingering taste of her lips, and even the sound of her breathing. The wetness between her thighs continued to grow, and the heat became unbearable. Tara slid her hands down to her lover's breasts, gently squeezing the smooth, firm flesh. Avoiding the small, pink nipples, Tara bent down to kiss between the beautiful globes. As Tara's hands played with Samus's breasts she moved her head down, trailing kisses between them, sliding her body down Samus's legs. The taste was incredible. It was salty, but also sweet. Her mouth watered, as did her groin. Still fondling Samus's breasts, Tara moved down her stomach leaving a wet trail down the tight flesh, stopping at her navel. Tara slipped her tongue into the small cavity, drawing a giggle from Samus. Ticklish, are we? Tara smiled. She became aware of Samus's hands on her forearm, rubbing as she continued to caress Samus's chest. Tara's hands left Samus's breasts, grasping the suit and pulling it down. Her mouth left Samus's navel and began to travel down her stomach. Suddenly, she felt two strong hands gripping her own, shaking slightly. "Wait," Samus blurted out, clearly nervous. Tara looked up and saw a look of discomfort in Samus's blue eyes. Tara thought she saw fear in those magnificent eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I, uhh..." Samus stammered. "Wait, you have done this before, right?" "No, I mean yes, I have. It's not that." "Then what?" Tara asked moving up Samus's body as she slid her hands over the smooth skin, trying to comfort her. "It's just... Before you... do this, you should know something." She said, her face flushed. "Sweetie, whatever it is, you can tell me," Tara said sympathetically. "My... juices are, well, taste different. Than most. Not everyone enjoys it," she said, fighting back tears. "That's it?" Tara said, laughing despite herself. Samus looked at her, surprised more than anything. "Don't worry," she reassured her, still giggling slightly. Without speaking, Samus slowly released her hands. Moving back between her legs, Tara pulled the suit down past her hips. Samus raised her legs, allowing Tara to pull the off totally. She tossed it aside. Tara stared in awe at the sight before her. Samus was totally hairless, lacking even the slightest stubble. Her lips were small, delicate, and glistening with her fluids. Above them, Tara could see her small clit just barely visible beneath its hood. Her nose was immediately assaulted by a new smell. It was light and not at all heady or musky like she had expected. Instead, it was sweet, almost floral. It even seemed slightly fruity. But it was also spicy and a little sour. It was like nothing Tara had even encountered, and she loved it. She moved her head down, coming closer and closer, until she was able to reach her tongue out. Tara finally tasted Samus's essence, and she wanted Samus to taste hers. But this was not about her. This was about the person sprawled out before her, a person who had fought so hard, done so much, suffered so greatly, and yet was so alone. The thought brought tears to Tara's eyes. This was going to be about her. At least for now, Tara thought. Lowering her head again, Tara brought her lips to Samus's flesh, sucking gently on the inside of her right thigh, only inches from her delicate lips. Slowly, she kissed down Samus's leg, massaging the muscles with her hands. Samus gave a frustrated moan. She was clearly becoming aroused, and the sound, along with her glorious scent, excited Tara. Reaching Samus's foot, Tara lifted the leg, taking each toe into her mouth, sucking gently before moving to the next. When she released the last, she moved to the other leg, repeated what she had done before, only this time, she started at the toes. "Ohh, please..." Samus gasped as Tara started to move up the left leg. Tara felt Samus's breathing quicken, felt her pulse racing, and smelled her desire. She fought the urge to devour Samus, trying to prolong the blonde's pleasure. Slowly, she neared Samus's tender folds, the lovely scent growing stronger. Tara's lips traveled higher and higher. They passed over the knee, up the inside of the thigh, then inside of the hip, to within a hairs width of Samus's now dripping lips. Then Tara stopped, moving up to give Samus a quick peck on the lips. "Ready?" she said, smiling into Samus's wide open eyes. "Oh, fuck yes, please..." she pleaded. "Okay," Tara replied before quickly sliding down Samus's body. She pushed the powerful legs apart, spreading Samus wide, and dove in. She attacked the tender lips with her tongue, sucking on them, licking, and nibbling. Tara felt Samus tense, and looked up to see her eyes shut. Her hands were on her breasts, squeezing. Smiling, Tara returned to Samus's pussy, licking from slowly from the base up towards her clit. Tara stopped before she reached the swollen nub. She repeated this several times, each time with more pressure, each time coming a little closer. She felt Samus's juices flow onto her tongue, over her lips, and down her chin. The smell was intoxicating and the taste was indescribably wonderful. Tara could smell her own arousal, strong and musty, but she ignored her own pleasure, focusing on Samus. She brought her hands up to spread Samus carefully, exposing her entrance fully. Tara pushed the tip of her tongue against the entrance teasingly. Immediately, she felt powerful hands on the back of her head, pushing her in. Tara did not resist, and drove her tongue deep into the soft tunnel. The muscles contacted around her tongue, trying to pull her in deeper. Tara slid her tongue in and out of Samus, lapping the juices up. She slipped a hand between her own legs, getting the fingers slick with her juices before bringing them back up. Samus's legs began to twitch, her breathing became ragged, and she moaned incoherently. Tara knew she was close. Quickly, she withdrew her tongue, replacing it with two fingers. Tara moved up to Samus's clit, sucking it into her mouth, and let her tongue dance over it. She felt muscles clamp down on her fingers, and Samus exploded. At first the room was silent, save for the wet sounds of Tara's ministrations. Samus's body went rigid, her breathing stopped, and her hands grasped at the bed sheets. Then, the silence was shattered by high, beautiful sound. It was a cry of pure ecstasy. Juice poured from Samus's pussy, coating Tara's hand as she continued to suck on her clit and massage the inside her passage. The bounty hunter's powerful muscles contracted, pulling her up almost to a sitting position. Powerful legs squeezed Tara's head, her hands gripping the bright red hair between her thighs. Slowly, muscles began to relax as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Tara relented, letting her fall gently back to reality. Samus's breathing returned, labored and shallow, and her grip loosened. Tara softly lapped up the precious fluid from Samus's pussy, savoring every drop. Eventually, Samus's relaxed completely. She's spent, Tara thought proudly. She moved back up Samus's body, lightly kissing the smooth skin as she went, leaving a wet trail in her wake. Samus sighed deeply as Tara reached her neck. Laying her weight atop her tall lover, Tara kissed her forehead lovingly. "How do you feel?" Tara asked, smiling deeply. "Good. Very, very good," Samus said between breaths. They kissed deeply, passionately, in a long, slow, tender embrace. When it finally broke, Tara relaxed and closed her eyes, resting her head on Samus's chest. I guess I will have to wait till morning. "Oh, no. It's my turn now," Samus said, pulling Tara up to her lips. This time, Samus was relentless, driving her tongue into Tara's mouth, running it over her teeth and around her tongue. Without breaking the kiss, Samus lifted her up. Rolling Tara over, she pushed her back into the bed. "Ow!" Tara yelped in surprise. "Watch the ribs, sweetie." "Sorry, love," Samus said, squeezing Tara's full breasts tightly. Love. The word stuck in Tara's head. She called me "love". It brought a smile to her face. When Samus released Tara's lips and lowered her head to Tara's breast, the redhead's hands shot to the back of her head. Entwined in the flowing golden silk of her lover's hair, Tara's hands pulled Samus's head tightly against her chest. Samus took one nipple into her mouth. She sucked gently on it, holding it between her teeth and flicking it with her tongue. It drove Tara wild, and she cried out in pleasure. While one of Samus's hands gently pinched Tara's other nipple her free hand moved along Tara's side, just grazing the flesh. Tara's skin felt like it was on fire. Every touch and sensation seemed to be sending jolts of pleasure through her. Samus lingered on Tara's breasts. She switched sides, nibbling, sucking, licking, and kissing each nipple in turn. Tara's vision was blurry and her groin was on fire. At last, Samus moved down again, laying kisses across Tara's stomach. Each one made her muscles twitch and her breath catch. Reaching down, Samus grasped Tara's now completely soaked briefs. In one clean motion Samus pulled them down her legs, past her feet, and tossed them across the room. The cool air against her lips sent a chill up Tara's spine, but it was immediately replaced by the warmth of Samus's breath. She felt a finger plunge into her depths, bending, searching. Finally, it found what it was looking for and pressed against the sensitive patch of nerves on the roof of her passage. Tara felt her juices begin to flow in earnest, and Samus licked and sucked on her soft lips. Tara felt the pressure building in her core, begging for release. Another finger slipped into her, joining the first. Tara's hands went to her nipples and pinched roughly. She was fast approaching her climax. Looking down, Tara could see Samus's eyes staring back at her. They looked glossy. The color seemed deeper. Tara thought they seemed a little greener, shimmering in the dark. Samus smiled softly back up at her, gently kissing the small crimson patch of hair above Tara's pussy. The sight drove Tara right up to the edge, hanging between tension and release. Her head swam. Her skin was on fire, her muscles were tense, her breathing was rapid and shallow, and her pulse raced. Tara's mind swirled incoherently. She mouthed silent pleas, every nerve screaming for release. Samus latched on to Tara's clit, her finger's rubbing the sensitive patch inside her. Tara was hurled over the edge. Waves of pleasure coursed through her. Every muscle contracted and she arched her back sharply. Running her hands over her body, she squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her world collapsed around her until all that remained were the sensations between her legs. Her feet dug into the bed, driving her hips up. Even the pain in her side was gone. There was nothing but pleasure. Slowly, her eyes began to focus. Tara forced herself to breathe, trembling each time. She felt a gentle caress against her pussy and she looked down. Samus was resting her head against Tara's thigh, covered in Tara's nectar, smiling sweetly. Slowly, Samus made her way up to Tara's mouth, kissing her softly as she went. When their lips met, Tara could taste the thick aroma of her own juices on Samus's lips. Her body was limp. Tara had been shot out of orbit, tortured, rescued, sedated, and now thoroughly fucked. She was beyond exhausted. Samus, however, was not. Her tongue invaded Tara's mouth with more energy than it had the entire night. Tara felt Samus shift her, and a warm, wet sensation caressed her right thigh. Samus's fingers again invaded her pussy, her palm pressing against Tara's mound. The fingers went straight to the sensitive spot in Tara. She yelped at the jolt of pleasure, but her mouth was still covered by Samus's. Tara felt the fingers slip from her pussy. They toyed with her lips, massaging and pulling. Still, Samus's lips and tongue did not relent, her lips pressing Tara into the pillow, breaking the kiss only for quick breaths. She began to rock her hips, grinding her pussy into Tara's thigh. Samus finally broke the kiss, resting her forehead against Tara's. As the redhead fought to catch her breath, Samus's hand left her groin and seized Tara's own left hand. Lifting her weight off of Tara's thigh, she guided her lover's hand between her legs, pressing it against her entrance. Tara understood, and pushed two fingers into Samus. As soon as she did so, Samus let her weight down again, trapping Tara's hand. The tall blonde inhaled sharply, and Tara felt a tremor run through the powerful body above her. Samus again began her hips again, starting slowly. Her fingers returned to Tara's pussy, teasing her clit and playing with her lips. Bringing her head down, Samus took one of Tara's breasts into her mouth, as her free hand went to her own chest. Samus bit down softly on Tara's nipple, and the redhead gasped. The rocking began to quicken, and Tara felt the tension inside her building again. She moaned with each breath, her free hand grasping the sheets. Samus's grinding became rapid, almost frantic. With each stroke, Tara felt her moan silently, and the sensations it caused on her nipple was wonderful. Again, fingers slid into Tara, and again they found the soft, sensitive patch of flesh inside her. As quickly as they entered, however, they withdrew, only to push into her again. Each time they entered, Samus's fingers rubbed over that spot. Each time they withdrew, she pushed down with her palm on Tara's clit. The alternating sensations drove Tara wild. Her hips began to buck, ignoring the pain in her side. The sensations, on her thigh, in her pussy, on her breasts, combined to push her quickly towards release, and she knew that Samus was close, too. Her entire body was rigid, every muscle tense. Tara realized that Samus was fighting her own orgasm, trying hold on long enough for Tara to come with her. That thought pushed Tara over the edge. Tara cried out with the last of her strength, screaming incoherently. Samus climaxed moments later, and their lips met. Their tongues lashed at each other, their lips locked together as they reached the height of ecstasy together. Waves of pleasure flowed over them and, it seemed to Tara, between them. The room was filled with cries of pleasure, muffled by their kiss. They rode out their climax together, locked in each other's embrace, moaning their pleasure in to each other's mouth. All the while, Samus's fingers continued their assault, her hips still grinding onto Tara's hand relentlessly. Another orgasm struck Tara, and then another. Time lost all meaning, and her mind drifted in a sea of pure bliss. After what seemed like an eternity, Samus slowed and stopped. Tara gradually drifted back to reality, her mind dizzy and her body numb. She had never experienced anything like what had just happened, and wondered if she ever would again. As sensation began to return, Tara became aware of Samus lips gently nibbling on her neck, easing her down. The weight on her thigh lifted, freeing her hand. Her finger and leg were covered in Samus's sweet nectar, and the sheets beneath her ass were completely soaked. Samus rolled onto her back, lying next to Tara. The redhead immediately curled up against her. For a time they just looked into each other's eyes in total silence. Soon, Tara felt her eyes grow heavy. Slowly, they closed. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a voice, soft and sweet. "Tara?" "Hmm?" "Please don't leave me," "I won't," And then she slept, safely in her lover's arms. ****** This is my first submission on Literotica. I would like to thank LovinLauriee, who was kind enough to be my editor.