The cockpit of a Crocodile light assault mech is small.  It has enough trouble fitting one person inside let alone two.  Somehow though Izzy and Alice have managed to squeeze themselves in, the later taking the pilot’s seat with her scarred partner sitting on her lap.  And right now the mess of scars crisscrossing all of Izzy’s pale skin were more than noticeable- what with her pilot suit and undergarments huddled up on stakeout atop the Crocodile's access hatch.  At the very least the lack of clothing makes moving around inside just a touch easier.
	Of course there isn’t anywhere for the girl to go but forward, her perky chest pressing flat against the main viewport as Alice thrusts the thick strapon into her again.  Izzy grits her teeth, choking back another indignant moan as she nervously eyes the other members of the Camel Corps going about their business on the hanger floor below.  All they have to do is look up; they’ll get a perfect view of her bare body squirming helplessly against the bulletproof glass.
	“Alice, p-please, someone might see us-”  The poor rookie is cut off when Alice thrusts again, the studded toy pushing deep into her tender folds and stealing her breath away before it pulls back out as quick as it went in, the motion repeating and now quickening in pace.  Izzy’s superior doesn’t say a word, the cruel smile never leaving her face for a second as her own breathing grows faster and falling in rhythm with her increased exertion.
	“I really,” Izzy starts, then stops because Alice wouldn’t give her the reprieve she needs to compose herself.  The NCO pushes herself close to Izzy, their hot and sweaty bodies rubbing against each other in the confined space of the mech cockpit.  Maybe, Izzy thinks, she can just allow herself to be quiet for the time being.  Besides, the constant drone of power tools and hydraulics throughout the hanger was more than enough to hide any errant sounds of pleasure she might let slip out.
	Alice’s patience has predictably run out however, and to fill the void of communication she’s started biting.  Targeting her lover’s collar and earlobes, she manages to extract a series of sharp inhales from Izzy, who almost regrets not being positioned facing Alice and letting her leave those bite marks all over her perky breasts instead.  For now, she just has to satisfy herself with the strapon pounding into her tightness, and when Alice angles it in deeper she shivers as a wave of thrill and tension runs through her.
Her raven-haired lover leans in again and kisses her neck, and Izzy tilts her chin to the side automatically. Alice, as always, rewards her with a gentle bite. This she loves too. The heat on her skin, the gentle pressure on her throat, the way she could almost handle this much discomfort… it felt good. She’s slowly come to realize, too, that the sheer vulnerability is half of the turn-on. The amount of damage Alice can do to her if she wanted, and discrepancy with how much she actually did, that felt good. Alice’s teeth and lips controls everything between her shoulders and her jaw, the strapon everything between her legs, and Izzy loves it.
	Taking it, however, is a little more challenging than she’d anticipated. The first orgasm blindsided Izzy completely, throwing her head back and making her moan. She, of course, still got no rest, but when she looks back again Alice has a new smile. A hand sneakily winds into the back of her hair and tugs on it, forcing her to imitate the posture and noise she’d made during the climax, which itself forces a second one through her, a little less intense but a little longer. Alice’s expression was back to earnest when Izzy looks back, and the other hand which has been stroking and teasing at her well toned abs reaches up to give her nipples some attention; tweaking and twisting the tiny buds as the taller girl rides out the rest of her climax before going limp on her lover’s lap.  Every ounce of energy within her seems to have just dissipated, and all she can do is crane her neck to give Alice a loving gaze as her chest rises and falls rapidly with each pant.
	Alice of course looks no less worse for wear, and brushes a few strands of her long black hair out her eyes.  “We should get going, we both got somewhere to be.”
	Izzy’s brow raises.  Alice has an officer’s meeting to attend but the rookie is certain she herself isn’t allowed in those.  Other than that, she can’t think of a single matter that requires her attention.  A general feeling of unease and confusion begins to overtake her.  “I do?”
	Alice just smiles and nods, giving Izzy’s nosering a playful flick with her finger.

	Izzy has long since lost track of time.  The hanger has almost entirely emptied out as the two extract themselves from Izzy’s Crocodile mech, saving her from any embarrassment at being noticed: Alice has firmly forbidden her from getting dressed again and their messy hair and sweat slicked bodies make it readily apparent what kind of fun the two were having together.  The rule obviously doesn’t apply to Alice herself, who finally pulls on her own flight suit and begins to lead the still exhausted girl through the base’s corridors, somehow managing to avoid running into any other members of the Camel Corps.  The walk to the locker rooms perks Izzy right up, her cheeks burning red with possible shame at the mere thought of getting caught in her post-sex state, evidence of her excitement still dripping down her inner thighs.
	She didn’t realize things could get much worse for her, as Alice silently shoves her towards one of the open lockers, the shock of fear overtaking Izzy when she feels the cold metal of handcuffs latching around her wrists behind her back.  The scarred pilot gives a simple “W-What?” before she’s suddenly and forcefully spun around, Alice shoving her own wadded up panties into the merc’s open mouth and pushing her back into the locker in one fell movement.
	“Have fun dear,” Alice teases, giving Izzy’s still slick slit one last stroke with her fingers before shoving in a large vibrator without even the smallest bit of fanfare; the toy already buzzing at its highest setting.  “Don’t you dare let that fall out before I get back.”  And with that, she slams the locker door shut, muffling the start of the poor girl’s stifled moaning.