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Violet placed her weapons on the rack next to her arsenal before making the trek upstairs to the loft. Things were quiet tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, considering the late hour. She figured Arthur was just finishing up whatever duties he had for the day so she decided to change into one of the long shirts he’d bought for her and lay down in the bed to read.

1999, even though it was in a loop, was still more pleasant than Duviri. At least here, there was no endless cycle of death. She had friends and someone to come home to.

Home. That word felt foreign to her for so long. The Zariman wasn’t her home and she barely remembered where she lived before becoming trapped in Duviri. The void was harsh on memories just as emotions. She shook her head, returning to her book.

Time passed slowly as she flipped page after page, becoming engrossed and not hearing or feeling anyone approach. She felt safe here, so sometimes she would just tune out the outside world entirely. It helped with the void voices to be so far away from it.

She was pulled out of the book by a low purr and to see Arthur standing in the curtained partition that lead to their bedroom.

“Little reminder…” He hummed low. “Your weapons need to be stripped and cleaned regularly.”

The Tigris Prime in his hands glistened appreciatively, gold filigree glistening in the low lamp light.

But there was something more to his little reminder. A hunger in his voice as he stared her down. The pale blue of his other eye glowing as he leaned the weapon against the chair behind him.

“Including me.”

Her body came to life then, feeling the awakening trendles of transference prickling at her spine. Violet swallowed hard remembering the last time she was allowed to take his body for a spin. It wasn’t like either of them had a choice. But the drive behind it, the energy, the heat…

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Arthur took her out, just a trip to the roof for some fresh air and dinner, when Scaldra troops ambushed them. Violet hid behind several different things, cooling units, billboards, electrical boxes, as she picked off troops with her void powers. But she was not invincible. She had left her Warframe in the backroom thinking that they were just going to have a peaceful night out.

A sharp pain in her side, the shout of her name, and Arthur practically begging her to use him for protection.

She felt everything he felt in that moment. The adrenaline of battle, the heat of his body, every single move of every muscle.

And the ache he felt for her.

Violet remembered panting for breath, the hunger inside of him all encompassing. Arthur had a need to protect her, to prove to her he was capable -- but it didn’t make sense. She knew he was capable. He was driven, competent, and could do everything he needed to do and then some.

But then the pulse hit her, quick and sharp, the pounding of his heart and the feeling she finally recognized.

She’d felt it herself but not on this scale.

“Love, you shouldn’t be digging around in me like that.” He panted as he blinded the last of the enemies and took them out with a few well-placed sword swipes from his exalted blade.

“I’m not doing it on purpose, Arthur. You think and feel things very loudly.”

Arthur groaned then, the heat trailing down his body and centering around his groin. Her eyes widened as she felt the depths of his lust -- his need for her. The roof was clear, and it was just them once more, alone, him panting for breath and her coming to terms with what she’d felt.

“We’re all clear, darling.” Violet shivered, not yet ready to leave the safety of him and he didn’t reject her presence. “Come on, love. Let’s go inside.”

When they reached the lower levels back into the mall, he continued walking them towards the showers but that was the last thing on her mind.

“Trust me.” He beseeched.

The hot water felt good, there was no denying that, and to feel the echo of it on his skin was otherworldly. Arthur’s experiences -- the feeling of his body compared to her other Warframes were different. Even Umbra was different. This man, these feelings, she wanted to rend control from him, wash him, feel him.

“Do it, then.”

His voice startled her, and she retreated a little bit. Violet had let her mind wander and had nearly breached the trust he had given her. She vowed to never make him feel like a puppet. He was human.

“I’m asking you to do it.” His breath wheezed out; hands flat on the shower wall as the water continued to cascade down his body.

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Violet came back to herself, the memory still fresh in her mind, as Arthur stood at the foot of the bed staring at her expectantly. Did he want a repeat of that day? The day she -- Sol above -- she didn’t dare think that he would want to give control to her again in that way. Yet, he beckoned her with his finger, that glint in his eyes that he wanted to devour her.

“Come on, love.” He husked out. “I’m waiting.”  

Arthur held out his hand, patient but also buzzing with energy. With butterflies in her stomach, she took the outstretched hand and felt him pull her into his body. The soft smack of her skin hitting his armor sobered her up just a bit and she looked up into his eyes.

“Don’t overthink it.” He gently pushed her hair behind her ear. “I want you. I’ve thought of nothing else since that day.”

She knew exactly the day. Violet was ashamed to admit that she’d been avoiding the topic, nervous that it was only in the heat of the moment. She’d popped out of him so quickly that he’d stumbled back into the stall disheveled and aching. He’d called for her to come back, his voice gravelly and thick with need and frustration.

“Come to me, love.” His voice made her tremble. “I want you inside of me.”

“Arthur, I …”

“Don’t make me beg for you.” He placed her hand over his rapidly beating heart. “If it makes you uncomfortable, tell me. Use your words. But if you’re afraid I don’t want it -- don’t be. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”

“I want it too much.” She whispered softly. “It scares me.”

Arthur groaned hoarsely, feeling the moment she finally let herself go. It was quick, overeager, and so incredibly hot. Violet couldn’t stop herself. Transference with him was so much more intimate, especially knowing how badly he wanted her. It was more than just sex; it was a melding of two people. The closest they could be.

He led them down to the showers again, the familiar tile in the dim light, and he turned the locks on the door, so they’d have privacy. She shivered watching him turn the nob as high as it could go, stepping into the steaming spray. It felt like deja-vu. Suddenly she couldn’t contain herself, taking control of his body, taking the soap in his hands and lathering him up. Taking extra care to wash his hair and gently scratch at his scalp. It seemed the last mission he’d went on made him extra dirty.

Techrot blood stuck to his hair, skin, and armor plating. Oils and chemicals from the Scaldra troops, the smell of gasoline.

Cleaning was now the last thing on her mind.

“Yes…” He hissed as she turned them around so his back was against the shower wall so he had something to lean on. Her hands controlling his, caressing his torso down to the seam around his cock already parting. Arthur panted as she took him in hand, spreading that translucent blue lubrication and stroking him firmly. His head clocked back against the tile, feet planted shoulder width apart on the slick floor as water continued to slide down his body towards the drain.

“Don’t stop.” His voice was strangled, neck craned, and she felt the tension in his body as she continued to stroke him to release.

She’d never seen his cum before, sticky purple strands shooting forward before being taken by the water and circling the drain. The room filled with his panting breath as she released her hold on him. Violet could still feel how he wasn’t completely sated, how he still wanted more. Cock still hard, body still hot and tight, and then suddenly she was ejected from him, into his arms, the shirt she wore becoming drenched with water as he backed her up onto the bench in front of a broken set of lockers.

The wood was unforgiving, the metal even more so, but the sensations of him all around her and the tingling of transference still lingering on her skin kept her from caring.

“I’m not done with you.” He growled as he knelt between her legs, her panties shredded in a heap at her feet and his head slipping between her open thighs. His arm wrapped around her back to keep her from falling off the bench as his other held down her hips while he licked up her juices. Without so much as a ‘by your leave’ he was delving his tongue inside of her, tasting her, making her cry out his name with her hands buried in his dark hair.

She looked down, eyes lidded, body taught with tension, seeing his cock still pulsing and ready for her and the sight alone made her quiver and come. Breath stollen from her lungs, legs shaking as he continued his onslaught.

Though, he didn’t let her come down.

No, he spun her around so she was laying on the bench longways, her back braced by the wood and a forgotten towel stuffed underneath her head. Arthur knelt between her thighs pushing his cock into her, testing the waters and finding no resistance. Buried deep, he started thrusting and she was more than ready to have him. Though, she had to fight the tingling in the back of her skull, the urge to meld with him as he brought her higher and higher towards the edge with every thrust of his hips.

“Come for me…” He begged over and over, the words like a mantra filling the room with his heavy, graveled voice.

Stars burst behind her eyelids, the ability to fight it lost to her as she felt her body floating in the ether. Arthur groaned, braced against the bench as he came and Violet whined at the loss of him, but the sensations they both experienced together. It took time for them both to come down, the sweat cooling on his skin as she finally found the will to leave him. Sitting on the bench with him still kneeling, she carded her fingers through his hair and chuckled. His laugh echoed hers.

“I think it’s time for a proper shower now, don’t you think?”

Even though the water had long since gone cold, she couldn’t disagree.