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A kilometre away, the lone figure that Cortana had previously spotted in the distance continued in his run down the beach. Anyone noticing him at this point would not stop to think that this was the man who was largely responsible for the saving of the human race. But then, those who did not know him very well would not have recognised him without his green MJOLNIR armour. Instead, he wore a dark grey t-shirt, dark blue shorts and sneakers. But there was no doubting his identity. He was the Master Chief; the most famous and infamous of all Spartans. John-117.
And the man who haunted Cortana's erotic dreams and fantasies.
Ironically, John himself had been feeling stressed out, and so he had gone for a ten-kilometre run along the coast in an effort to burn off some of the excess tension he was feeling. After doing a run like that, most human beings would be gasping and falling over in exhaustion. But John was a Spartan. They were not ordinary humans. He was barely breathing heavy.
And unfortunately, it had done practically nothing to ease his tension. If anything, he remained as frustrated as ever. Slowing his pace to a brisk walk, John muttered under his breath, occasionally tossing in a swear word. He hated these feelings that were currently running roughshod through his mind.
In the time since the end of the war, those who had once served in the military had tried to find another avenue for them to live their lives. Soldiers were not exactly wanted now, so the time had come to pursue other goals. The problem was, John was a Spartan, a professional soldier. That had been his life ever since he had been inducted into the program at the age of six. Finding another career was not an option for him. And unfortunately, the lack of action had left him with a lot of time to wonder.
When his AI partner Cortana had gotten a human body, John had been absolutely thrilled. He had such a close bond with her, and he would have been shattered had she just broken down and died. But an unexpected occurrence had been that seeing Cortana as a human, gazing over the perfect form of her new body, hearing the sound of her voice, and just being near her, had awakened something inside him. The Spartan augmentation program had actually decreased his libido, but now, it seemed to be returning. He had no possible explanation for why it was happening, all he knew was that his sex drive had come back with a vengeance, and it caused him to set his sights firmly on Cortana.
The problem was, John had skills that allowed him to handle weapons, drive all sorts of vehicles, and cause virtually every form of havoc possible. In short, skills that were valuable in a war. But he had next to no skills in regards to romance or sex. He knew all about them, of course, but he just did not know how to use them. It made him feel like a clumsy, idiotic teenager. He had never felt so embarrassed before in his life.
So John had attempted to work out his mounting frustrations the only way he knew how; by continuing to train and make himself an ideal soldier, even though the war was long over and he was already the epitome of an ideal soldier. His fellow Spartans could only shake their heads in frustration. Even they had found other outlets beyond soldiering, and had also started to date other people, so they had managed to get through their sexual issues just fine. They could plainly see that John and Cortana wanted each other badly, but it annoyed them to no end how they did not hook up and get it over with.
John stopped walking and bent over to catch his breath, even though his heart rate had remained steady and he barely started to sweat. This was getting him nowhere! He was supposed to be able to handle anything, and yet he could not even tell the woman he was in love with that he cared about her greatly? That he wanted to experience the full aspect of a physical relationship with her? He had killed thousands of enemies and blown up more of their infrastructure than he could pay to replace in his whole career, and yet he could not woe a woman!
If the Covenant knew about this, they would certainly be second-guessing the demon reputation they had bestowed upon him.
Sighing, John started walking back in the direction of the UNSC base. His tension as high as it had been when he had started his run. He trudged through the sand, not really paying attention as to where he was headed, eventually making his way into the dunes, the sandy terrain swallowing up any sound his footfalls might have made.
His mind continued to race. This is ridiculous, John, he thought. [/i]Just tell Cortana how you feel![/i] And yet another part thought that maybe he should not do that. After about a minute of the two halves of his mind battling with each other, John finally made the decision to just suck it up and talk to Cortana. It might not resolve all of their issues, but at the very least, it would be a start.
Just as John came to this decision, he crested the top of a sand dune, and was met with a sight he could not have predicted. Cortana was lying there on a towel, sunbathing. And she had not a stitch of clothing on her! Obviously she had chosen this spot because of the privacy, and it had been a sheer accident that he had stumbled upon her. Yet, her beautiful form was there for John to see. The nicely toned legs, her flat stomach, and those perfectly curvaceous breasts. John immediately felt his manhood grow hard at the sight.
For a moment, John felt tempted to turn back and leave her to her privacy. Obviously, she had not expected for anyone to stumble across her, and she did not seem to notice his presence. He could just go back, and she'd be none the wiser.
And break the promise you made to yourself, what, one minute ago? A voice in his head asked. This would have to be the most perfect moment for you to act on your impulses, and if you walk away right now, you will definitely regret it, perhaps even for the rest of your life. John felt like shushing it, but another one told him that he had already blown a lot of opportunities with Cortana, and yet this one was probably the best one he could have asked for.
Exactly, numbnuts, the voice in his head taunted him again. You know you want her, and it seems pretty damn obvious that she wants you too. So why the hell don't you just go over and make your move? It's either that, or continue putting up with these frustrating feelings. And if you choose the latter, you can be damn sure that those feelings are going to make you regret walking away from this moment. Do you want that? Do you? Or do you want Cortana instead?The last sentence was delivered in a very suggestive tone of voice.
As a professional soldier, John had seldom had time to listen to the little voice in his head, so he never figured that it would sound like this; all provocative and abrasive. Still, it did make a very good point. And before he knew it, his feet started to walk him towards the beautiful woman lying on the towel.
A kilometre away, the lone figure that Cortana had previously spotted in the distance continued in his run down the beach. Anyone noticing him at this point would not stop to think that this was the man who was largely responsible for the saving of the human race. But then, those who did not know him very well would not have recognised him without his green MJOLNIR armour. Instead, he wore a dark grey t-shirt, dark blue shorts and sneakers. But there was no doubting his identity. He was the Master Chief; the most famous and infamous of all Spartans. John-117.
And the man who haunted Cortana's erotic dreams and fantasies.
Ironically, John himself had been feeling stressed out, and so he had gone for a ten-kilometre run along the coast in an effort to burn off some of the excess tension he was feeling. After doing a run like that, most human beings would be gasping and falling over in exhaustion. But John was a Spartan. They were not ordinary humans. He was barely breathing heavy.
And unfortunately, it had done practically nothing to ease his tension. If anything, he remained as frustrated as ever. Slowing his pace to a brisk walk, John muttered under his breath, occasionally tossing in a swear word. He hated these feelings that were currently running roughshod through his mind.
In the time since the end of the war, those who had once served in the military had tried to find another avenue for them to live their lives. Soldiers were not exactly wanted now, so the time had come to pursue other goals. The problem was, John was a Spartan, a professional soldier. That had been his life ever since he had been inducted into the program at the age of six. Finding another career was not an option for him. And unfortunately, the lack of action had left him with a lot of time to wonder.
When his AI partner Cortana had gotten a human body, John had been absolutely thrilled. He had such a close bond with her, and he would have been shattered had she just broken down and died. But an unexpected occurrence had been that seeing Cortana as a human, gazing over the perfect form of her new body, hearing the sound of her voice, and just being near her, had awakened something inside him. The Spartan augmentation program had actually decreased his libido, but now, it seemed to be returning. He had no possible explanation for why it was happening, all he knew was that his sex drive had come back with a vengeance, and it caused him to set his sights firmly on Cortana.
The problem was, John had skills that allowed him to handle weapons, drive all sorts of vehicles, and cause virtually every form of havoc possible. In short, skills that were valuable in a war. But he had next to no skills in regards to romance or sex. He knew all about them, of course, but he just did not know how to use them. It made him feel like a clumsy, idiotic teenager. He had never felt so embarrassed before in his life.
So John had attempted to work out his mounting frustrations the only way he knew how; by continuing to train and make himself an ideal soldier, even though the war was long over and he was already the epitome of an ideal soldier. His fellow Spartans could only shake their heads in frustration. Even they had found other outlets beyond soldiering, and had also started to date other people, so they had managed to get through their sexual issues just fine. They could plainly see that John and Cortana wanted each other badly, but it annoyed them to no end how they did not hook up and get it over with.
John stopped walking and bent over to catch his breath, even though his heart rate had remained steady and he barely started to sweat. This was getting him nowhere! He was supposed to be able to handle anything, and yet he could not even tell the woman he was in love with that he cared about her greatly? That he wanted to experience the full aspect of a physical relationship with her? He had killed thousands of enemies and blown up more of their infrastructure than he could pay to replace in his whole career, and yet he could not woe a woman!
If the Covenant knew about this, they would certainly be second-guessing the demon reputation they had bestowed upon him.
Sighing, John started walking back in the direction of the UNSC base. His tension as high as it had been when he had started his run. He trudged through the sand, not really paying attention as to where he was headed, eventually making his way into the dunes, the sandy terrain swallowing up any sound his footfalls might have made.
His mind continued to race. This is ridiculous, John, he thought. [/i]Just tell Cortana how you feel![/i] And yet another part thought that maybe he should not do that. After about a minute of the two halves of his mind battling with each other, John finally made the decision to just suck it up and talk to Cortana. It might not resolve all of their issues, but at the very least, it would be a start.
Just as John came to this decision, he crested the top of a sand dune, and was met with a sight he could not have predicted. Cortana was lying there on a towel, sunbathing. And she had not a stitch of clothing on her! Obviously she had chosen this spot because of the privacy, and it had been a sheer accident that he had stumbled upon her. Yet, her beautiful form was there for John to see. The nicely toned legs, her flat stomach, and those perfectly curvaceous breasts. John immediately felt his manhood grow hard at the sight.
For a moment, John felt tempted to turn back and leave her to her privacy. Obviously, she had not expected for anyone to stumble across her, and she did not seem to notice his presence. He could just go back, and she'd be none the wiser.
And break the promise you made to yourself, what, one minute ago? A voice in his head asked. This would have to be the most perfect moment for you to act on your impulses, and if you walk away right now, you will definitely regret it, perhaps even for the rest of your life. John felt like shushing it, but another one told him that he had already blown a lot of opportunities with Cortana, and yet this one was probably the best one he could have asked for.
Exactly, numbnuts, the voice in his head taunted him again. You know you want her, and it seems pretty damn obvious that she wants you too. So why the hell don't you just go over and make your move? It's either that, or continue putting up with these frustrating feelings. And if you choose the latter, you can be damn sure that those feelings are going to make you regret walking away from this moment. Do you want that? Do you? Or do you want Cortana instead?The last sentence was delivered in a very suggestive tone of voice.
As a professional soldier, John had seldom had time to listen to the little voice in his head, so he never figured that it would sound like this; all provocative and abrasive. Still, it did make a very good point. And before he knew it, his feet started to walk him towards the beautiful woman lying on the towel.
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