Diplomatic Relations

Diplomatic Relations

"Crestine..."

"Security was lax! Otakun had the power, and he knew how to use it. He betrayed the Fish Legion, he betrayed the High Commander. He tore the Legion in half!" the Warchief cried.

Aurora did something that no one could have foreseen. She raised her hands up to her face, and slowly removed her dragon helm, placing the blinding headwear carefully on the table. She turned to face Crestine, who could barely stop herself staring at the Swordfish's remarkable beauty. "Crestine, listen to me. It is not your fault, so don't blame yourself. That idiot fooled everyone, including me, and there's nothing to be done now that can change the past. We must look to the future."

Crestine looked down at her feet. "But I'm so inadequate. I'm not worthy of being the Warchief. I only have the position because of Otakun's betrayal. I'm second best."

Aurora hesitated for a brief instant, before moving to sit beside her friend. "Crestine, there's something you should know. Otakun didn't get the position of Warchief for his skill or his martial prowess. I... advised Vensy to grant him the position. You could say I pulled some strings. I'm more to blame for this than anyone; I should have known that idiot couldn't have handled the responsibility of power."

Crestine seemed to barely hear the Swordfish. "I still can't believe I didn't see this coming. The signs were all there, and I missed them. I'm no skilled warrior, no great tactician or strategist. I should b demoted to guard duty."

Aurora turned her head sharply, locking her eyes with Crestine's. "Don't say such things. You are a superb warrior. You're strong willed, courageous, and you have a sharp mind. You're a great asset to the Loyalist Legion, Crestine, and don't ever think otherwise."

"Really?"

"Yes," the Swordfish nodded. "And your dazzling beauty would stop your enemies in their tracks."

"Ok, now I know you're just humouring me," Crestine laughed. "But thank you. I needed this."

Aurora smiled, tentatively putting a comforting arm around the Warchief's shoulders. "Anytime, Crestine."

Crestine returned the hesitant embrace, throwing her arm around Aurora's back. The Swordfish stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. Crestine leant forwards and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Aurora turned slightly, returned the soft kiss on Crestine's cheek. Their eyes locked for a moment. Crestine could feel her heart begin to pound, the speed and rhythm increasing until she could hear the blood pumping through her ears. Ora's eyes searched her own, and the Swordfish tilted her head very slightly, and gently pressed her lips to Crestine's.

The Fish Warchief sighed into the delicate kiss, all tension fleeing her body as she began to melt into the tender moment. Her lips caressed Aurora's, and the Swordfish shuddered slightly, a tremor creeping up her spine. Ora parted her lips, and softly probed her tongue against Crestine's lips. The Warchief parted them in reply, drawing the Swordfish's tongue into her mouth. As their tongues danced and intertwined, Aurora found the small, hidden catch on the Fish's breastplate, which tumbled away and struck the floor. A hesitant hand stroked over the tight blue body glove underneath, and Crestine groaned quietly in response, kissing Aurora more passionately, pressing her body against her. Crestine's own hands were exploring Aurora's clothing and body, stroking over the Elite's arms and shoulder, working their way inside her garments and tickling at her spine. Aurora arched her back, breaking off the kiss momentarily to gasp and sigh. Crestine captured her lips again, kissing Ora deeply as the Swordfish's fingers tickled over her abdomen.

They broke off their kiss, panting heavily and gazing deep into each other's eyes. Aurora stood, reaching her hands behind her and slowly removing her clothes. Crestine also rose, and began to peel off her armour, revealing the form hugging blue body glove, showing off her delicious figure to the full and leaving nothing to the imagination. The final piece of Aurora's outer clothing fell away, revealing her toned and firm body, only her undergarments concealing her nudity. Ora smiled and, pressing her lips against Crestine's, lowered her gently to the bed.

***

Welshi sat bolt upright, thin beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was breathing heavily, his naked chest rising and falling as the thin blanket fell away from him.

"Sweet merciful gods above," he muttered, "that was hot!"

"Mmm... what was?" came a sleepy feminine voice.

"Oh, uh, I was just dreaming about you," Welshi replied with barely any hesitation.

Rinzei sat up next to him, pressing her naked body to his. "Well aren't you sweet," she said, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Now get back under these covers and warm me up, I'm cold."

Welshi happily obliged.