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Written by SniperSpartan-977

Specially for my Watchers. Sorry to keep you waiting every freakin' time.

Halo Chronicles

Back to Work

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// Storage Room B-45, UNSC Sharkbait, Classified Vector, 2553 CE

They were alone. Finally, no one to hound them, crowd them or watch their every move together. Finding the time to even hold hands had been a pain. But now there was no one around. No one to betray their secrets...

Well, other than the mop and bucket perhaps.

The shelving unit rattled and rocked as Emma threw herself against it, her eyes seductively narrowed and a craving smile permanently plastered on her muzzle. One hand rose up to her chin and she curled her index finger, slowly beckoning the human to come closer.

As Daniel stepped into the storage room, the door slid shut behind him. The hallway lights were blanked out, leaving them in the soft orange glow of the emergency light hanging above their heads.

To call this cubicle a storage 'room' was being quite liberal. It was more like a broom cupboard, home to a shelving unit full of boxes and tins, with a mop and bucket in one corner. It was tight, so tight there was hardly any space to move. Daniel and Emma were pressed tight against each other the whole time.

But the way they saw it, that was a very good thing.

Their lips locked together, tongues swirling over one another. Emma's hands ruffled through the human's coarse hair as she murred softly, enjoying the softness of his tongue on her, savouring every taste and smell she could. Daniel's hands weren't idle either. Slipping under her shirt, they brushed upward, fingers raking against the flow of her soft fur, over the gentle curvature of her waist, around her back and further upward. As she felt his hands go upward, Emma reached down to her shirt buttons and fumbled them open as quickly as she could, feeling her heart beat faster and faster.

The wolf's shirt parted down the front revealing her black bra underneath. Able to move more freely now, Daniel's hands moved around her sides, stroking her belly and brushing up over the rough flannel on her bra, his fingers playfully flicking at the elastic straps.

Emma smiled into their never ending kiss, kicking off her boots and wrapping one leg around Daniel's waist. As she did, her hands moved down again and opene dup her belt. The waist of her trousers came loose with ease and her leg moved down to drop the black camouflage combats.

Her legs moved apart for a moment and she felt something press against her through her panties. Emma didn't even need telling what that was. In one move she quickly pushed her panties down over her rear and let them fall to her ankles, lost somewhere on the floor of the cupboard. She then rose her leg again, hooking it around the human's waist and pressing her now naked crotch against his.

Emma couldn't believe how wet she was getting already. her heart was racing, threatening to punch a hole in her chest as she gently bucked her hips, rubbing her nether-lips against the front of Daniel's trousers. The roughness of the fabric sent a shudder through the wolf's body, causing her to sigh softly. One arm wrapped around the human's neck, holding him firmly against her as she moved her other hand down to his belt.

She undid the metal buckle and pulled loose the button. The zip just fell open from there before her hand plunged down into his shorts. As it did, her fur brushed her own slit. The lips parted with the slightest touch to invite anything to enter, leaving a sticky wetness on her fur as her hand brushed past. The lightest touch sent another tremble down her spine.

Her hand closed around a rigid pole, hot in the palm of her hand, and at her touch she felt the powerful shaft twitch in instinctive anticipation. Pulling down the front of his shorts, Emma revealed his hard member, holding and guiding it in her firm grip.

Daniel slowly moved closer as Emma perched herself on one of the shelves, causing a few tins to rattle, keeping the unit pinned tight against the wall. Emma's hand felt some resistance as she forced the head down, aiming directly at her. The wolf's legs were completely parted now, her left wrapped around her human's waist, her other foot pressing against the store room door.

His head touched the wolf's wet opening. It felt warm against her velvety folds. Her lips parted to embrace him. She felt her walls stretch as he penetrated her, slowly and gradually delving deeper and deeper into her hot, wet abyss. He probed deep, engulfing himself in her flower, hilting himself. The head pressed against something, and it was too much for the wolf. She couldn't help herself.

Their kiss was finally parted as Emma's eyes rolled and her head fell back against a shelf. Her back arched, hips and legs twitching against Daniel's body.

She let out a sharp; "Ah!" easily mistaken for a gasp of pain had someone not seen the serene look on her face.

Daniel's eyes were closed as he felt her warmth surround him. He was breathing heavily, trying to control how much his member twitched inside her. The action was involuntary, and every time he made a slight move, the wolf in his arms would squirm and let out a sharp; "Ah!"

His eyes shot open and he instinctively pulled back, thinking he'd hurt her. "A-are you okay?" he stammered softly.

Emma felt him slide out of her, the walls of her tunnel closing as his length left her. She tightgened her grip on the human, growling softly. "I swear to fucking God, Scumbag." The wolf snarled between breaths. "If you pull out now I'm going to pin you to the hallway floor and fucking rape your brains out in front of everybody."

Daniel smiled. Part of him wanted to experience that. Another part wanted to test the wolf. Another part just wanted to keep going like this.

That third part of the human overpowered the other two-thirds, and he slid forward again.

Emma gasped feeling him slide into her again. With a soft wet sound, he was hilted again. Cooing sweetly, Emma rested her chin in the crook of the human's shoulder and closed her eyes. Daniel started rocking back and forth. Slowly at first, and then with every deep thrust that made her twitch, he would pick up the pace.

Pleasure built up. It built and it built. Emma was moaning, losing track of her voice. Daniel couldn't hear anything other than the beating of their combined hearts. Daniel's sweat dappled his forehead, a hot musty smell filling the space around them. It only drove Emma over the edge.

The wolf moaned louder, feeling something within her. Every inch of her body started to tingle, from the tips of her ears to the ends of her toes. She was trembling uncontrollably. It almost tickled and caused a giggle to escape her lips. She couldn't help smile at the ceiling. One hand, no longer under her control was thrown up and grabbed hold of something solid above her as she held on for dear life.

Her heart stopped, her mouth was agape in a silent scream. Her eyes were wide open, full of life. Everything about her seemed to glow. She shook and managed to control her voice, nothing more than a long sigh escaping her throat. Slowly the afterglow heated her skin, bristled her fur and caused her heart to flutter as every ounce of her emanated happiness.

And the ride wasn't over just yet.

Daniel twitched a few moments later. His member twitched and his body stiffened. He trhust forward and held fast, hilted deep within her. The head of his member touched something again and nearly made Emma scream with joy. And as she fought for control, a wave of something warm and wet filled her. It passed through a barrier within her and filled her up. The first wave was followed by a second, then a third. Each spurt released deep within her caused the wolf to sigh happily.

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours. Tangled in each other's arms, catching their breath and basking in the warm afterglow.

But the afterglow would have to wait for a while.

Out in the hall they could clearly hear it. The ship-wide intercom spurred to life and a woman's voice called out. "Privates Woodstock and Watkins please report to briefing room Alpha twenty. I repeat, Woodstock and Watkins to briefing room Alpha twenty."

"Aaawww." Emma sighed disappointed, smiling at the tired looking human in her grasp. "Back to work already?"

"Back to work?" Daniel panted smiling back. "What was this then?"

Mischievously, Emma moved her muzzle close to his ear and whispered softly: "This was just foreplay. We can finish up later..."

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// Briefing Room A-20, UNSC Sharkbait, Classified Vector, 2553 CE

Zombie squad was already present in the briefing room. Daniel and Emma descended down the steps along the centre of the room towards the front of 'class,' still flattening down their hair and doing up shirt-buttons. As they moved, Daniel nodded a greeting to the ODST from Zombie. Corporal Roads was browsing through the notes on his PDA as per usual. The others were talking among themselves... except for Klepto.

Daniel chuckled at the sight, shuffling into the row in front of the other ODST. Specialist Klepto was clad in full armour, visor polarised over, napping again. His boots were up on the table in front of him, his hands folded over his abdominal armour. As he lined up with the trooper, Daniel shoved the specialist's boots to one end.

"Bwuh?!" came a muffled noise from behind Klepto's faceplate as he jolted awake. Straightening up, the trooper looked around, then gave the two newcomers a dazed wave.

Smiling, Daniel and Emma sat, facing forward with Zombie watching their back. Some things never changed, and that was sometimes a good thing.

"You kids okay?" Corporal Roads said in a low tone, only half attentive to the world around him.

The wolf and the human glanced at each other. "Yes, sir." Emma said as plainly as she could.

"You do seem a little flushed, Mutt." Ensign Nelly noted, leaning closer to the wolf with some concern. It was only natural for a medic to show concern at erratic bodily condition... the only problem was that Emma's erratic bodily condition was not negative.

Clearing her throat, Emma quickly did up another button on her shirt. "Eh... it's that time of the month, y'know."

Most of Zombie understood what that meant and immediately backed off. Briggs still scratched his head and eyed Emma curiously before glancing down at his watch. "The fifteenth?" he asked.

Cartman slapped the trooper across the back of the head, causing Briggs to recoil. "You're an idiot." The heavier trooper growled.

Daniel and Emma shared an awkward chuckle, turning and shrinking in their seats not wanting to draw any more attention.

As they slouched, the briefing room door slid open and they were forced to jump to their feet.

"Officer on deck!" Roads barked as everybody jumped to attention.

"At ease!" Captain Jason Reynolds announced as he quickly moved down the steps to the front of the room. As he waved them off, the ODST shrank into their seats and Reynolds remained on his feet, turning to face the seated soldiers.

"Ladies and men-folk. Apologies are in order 'fer calling you out on your R&R." Reynolds started. The human's appearance, with his general persona, was pretty lax. His uniform didn't seem particularly fitted, and was creased in a few inconspicuous areas. The commendations pinned to his chest were a little crooked, and half his collar was standing up to match the side of his hair that didn't flatten down with the rest. He had a dark unshaven shadow on his face and tired rings under his eyes. But he grinned none the less. The only time Jason Reynolds stopped grinning was when the torpedoes started flying. "We got ourselves a bit of an emergency."

"We're always ready to mobilise, sir." Roads announced.

Clamping his hands behind his back, Reynolds nodded and paced up and down the front of the room. "Good to hear it. So here's the pickle. We had a UNSC expedition embark out into the 'verse a day or two ago, but they went dark. Few hours ago, we received word they were being assaulted by Charlie Foxtrots, and comms were down. Sharkbait is movin' in to support the Damocles, mainly 'cause we're carrying an asset that has dealt with our particular barrel o' troubles before."

"Barrel of troubles, sir?" Roads spoke up.

Captain Reynolds touched the holographic pedestal behind him. An image flickered to life. At first everybody thought they were looking at the captain's proposition for a new design of wedding ring. And then they noted the break up of landmass and ocean on the inside of the ring-shaped object. Beside the hologram was a scale, placing the object at about ten-thousand kilometres in diameter, almost the size of Earth. It took about thirty seconds for all the ODST in the room to realise they were looking at some kind of planet.

"Anyone know what this might be?" the captain asked.

Nobody answered. Nobody could answer. A figure moved behind them, causing them all to turn and freeze in awe. Slowly, a figure who had been standing at the very back of the room the whole time made himself known by stepping forward.

The figure was just about seven feet tall, his average built bulwarked by angular armour that slotted over every inch of his body. Everything from his head, fingers and boots was armoured, leaving only narrow articulated points at the joins open, revealing the dark grey Kevlar underneath. The impact plating was a deep shade of cobalt with dark khaki painted along his lower legs and arms. The armour was adorned with black UNSC markings, red and white hazard strips on the access panels along the back armour and clear text printed along the right wrist printing out: 'MJOLNIR MK-V '

It was a demi-god. This was a Spartan, augmented and trained into becoming a methodical killing machine and encased in power armour. He had little personalisation added to his MJOLNIR suit. A large combat dagger hung on his left pauldron, and he had several tactical pouches rigged around the waistline. Mounted to the side of his helmet was an infra-red 'Pathfinder' unit, the forehead was home to a matte-black 'up-armoured' communications node. Painted on the right side of his collar were the rank markings of a Master Chief Petty Officer, along with the reference number 'G977.' On his right pauldron, stamped clearly in a square of polished steel were his medical details. Blood type O-, a short list of allergies and his name, marked as 'Scruffy.'

The ODST in the room didn't stop staring until the master chief spoke, and they snapped their gaze back to the representation of the enormous ring floating in space.

"That's an artificial planet, sir." Master Chief Petty Officer Scruffy-G977 said coarsely, his voice a little muffled against the inside of his helmet. "The Covenant call it Halo..."