Anon's Compa Story Part 2

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Part Two
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You were wrenching on a new car of yours, a restoration project 1986 Camaro. Its paint was worn and chipped, the body needed some coating and fenders needed bondo. The engines in this series of car were heavily affected by the American gas crisis so the anemic throttle body injection and early Emission control systems brought the 5.7L v8 down to a sorry 215 horsepower. Whatever the case, you had a brand new built up 383 Stroker (6.3L v8) capable of a solid 430 horsepower and enough chemicals and paints to fix the ailing steel body. Just as you were thinking it, a small hand pulled on your pant leg, you peeked to see Compa grinning like an idiot, holding a sandwich and some ice tea.
Compa didn’t understand too much about your hobbies but loved to go on drives with you and missions into the surrounding landscape to give your small home some more comfort from the monsters of this world. In a bizarre sort of way, even though she hated you getting hurt, she loved taking care of you when you did, even if it was as small as a scrape or as serious as a long and deep cut.
She handed you a towel to wipe your hands on and sat on your lap, asking how your day was. Her hands were clasped together on top of her chest, anxiously awaiting an answer. As much as you wanted to give a serious answer about how rusted on a few bolts were, you said good and offered her the rest of your weekend.
She took your hand after you took off the greasy shirt, wandered into the small lawn, and pulled you down onto the grass. The small homestead had space for a good sized garden and you had already offered to help Compa plant soon enough, you had waited all winter to plan what you wanted out of the new year. Spring was not your favorite season, but you would tolerate it simply because Compa loved the flowers. As miserably wet it could get outside, nothing was better than taking your lady on a walk, protecting her from possibly lurking monsters and collecting all sorts of beautiful flowers. When you got home from such an occasion, you could warm her up in front of the fireplace and hold her close, sharing hot tea and conversation. Your two favorite rifles stood in the corner, an AK74 with black polymer stock and handgrip, as well as a 1898 rearsenaled Ottoman Mauser in 7.92x57. Both rifles had a pile of ammunition and associated clips and magazines on the shelf above them as well as bayonets in sheath tacked to the wall by the frog.

The house was an amalgamation of old and new, with gleaming electronics on top of desks as old as the Mauser. Compa had became more of a manager type at the hospital, but still insisted on dealing with patients as often as possible. Her desk was cluttered and organized at the same time, reflecting a lack of time but still immense skill. Sometimes the stress of managing so many other people got to her. Even in her times of weakness, you made sure to be there for her, a rock in the storm. You told her that any night she felt overwhelmed to keep you up and to sort it all out, even if it was several nights in a row. If anything, your show of strength and dedication had helped her greatly, and she was as ever resolute in choices, even if still a hopelessly spaced out nurse at heart. She tried her best always, and that was what mattered to you, even if it meant sleepless nights and tired workdays.

A soft smell of cooking cabbage wafted through the house, as well as fresh potato bread and corned beef. You had spaced out a bit, but you realized you were standing in the kitchen, holding Compa gently by the waist. You had to bend down a bit, but you settled your head on her shoulder, letting her go as she poured the steaming water out of the potato pot. Your hands worked on what seemed like muscle memory alone, slicing the corned beef thin and cutting the bread into thick helpings of garlic butter soaked goodness. She was waiting calmly and picturesque at the table, hands folded at rest between her knees, feet on tips of her toes, making it look like she could just slide forward and sit comfortably on the ground. Her gaze was focused on the mounting drizzle outside and the trees’ young buds and bare branches flexing with the rain and wind.
You sat down next to her, squeezing her nylon clad thigh to get attention. She hopped a bit in her seat, calming just as quickly when she saw it was you. Her eyes had a soft purplish tinge underneath them from a week of nearly restless nights, only able to sleep when your heart was to her ear. You felt bad for her, remembering when you had just started working and couldn’t get to sleep after long days.

She paused while you were eating, a piece of bread in her hand. She asked if you two could sleep outside together while the bugs were still dead from winter. Of course the answer was yes, you picked up your plate and set it in the dishwasher. She was still fully dressed, she just took off her shoes, set her head in your lap and passed out. She was pushing herself too hard, but she really wanted to be a mother. Everyone had told her that she would make a good wife and mother, but she only recently had met you and actually been able to make that a reality. Accruing enough cash and hard assets to let her have even a single child was going to be a long, difficult path. A Maker’s life was much more difficult and unpredictable than a CPU’s, often ending without a single thing to their name. It meant a lot for her to put so much faith in you, even if despite all you did you felt like you were coming up short.

You didn’t dwell on such depressing thoughts, rather preferring to focus on the tiny, soft, well kept hands laying in your lap, right next to your lady’s face. You held one, and the emerging grimace on her face calmed down. You woke her up when she started tossing and turning, pulling the half- awake girl up to your chest. Her eyes fell like weights were tied to them, and she fell asleep again, this time for good and in bliss.

Compa’s dreams became less peaceful at the end of her sleep and she awoke in a bit of terror, calming again when she realized that you were no longer by her side but rather offering a cup of orange juice and some jellied toast. You wanted to try and explain that she should try to figure out ways to cope with the immense stress, but you had no ideas. The sort of mental, “not enough Me or time to deal with everyone” kind of stress was a true nightmare and you weren’t sure how to heal that when the person had never dealt with this before. You asked her if she would come with you to the attic to snipe some monsters together.

The latched wooden door swung wide to a great vista and sunrise, lighting up the two of you. You pushed some muff style ear protection onto her head and yourself, charging the internal magazine of the Mauser with a clip. You handed Compa a Marlin 60 and begun to explain the basics of safety to her, showing her the safety, forward assist and other basic operation actions. You handed her a box of ammunition and ordered her to load and fire upon the closest dogoo. She was a natural, with steady hands from countless medical procedures. She wasn’t quite strong enough to fire accurately standing but was a genuine markswoman with a rest. The quiet tick of .22 Long Rifle did very little to anything more than a dogoo but pointed out which one you were to fire upon with the real gun. The crack of the stiff 8mm Mauser from a 28 inch barrel was followed by the pinging of a defeated monster from Compa’s phone.

You loaded a magazine in the AK 74, explaining that great effort was put in by the designers of the gun to reduce recoil. She picked up the simple controls of the gun in a breeze and took to picking off the smaller enemies while you dealt with larger hostiles. She tapped you on the forearm, pointing at her ear protection. You took yours off and she leapt onto you, thanking you for showing her this and embracing you. You patted her back, gripping her hand in yours, fingers intertwining. She wanted to get stronger so she could help you in the field with this same sort of task rather than just helping you when you got hurt.

You picked up an old magazine pouch on the way home. It was an old Soviet styled one, essentially a small mail bag with dividers and pockets for a few pouches of spare ammunition or cartridges loaded onto clips and 4 magazines. You threw a few magazines into it and taught Compa how to load magazines with a stripper clip. You grabbed a small pack with a homemade set of pouches on it, designed for FAL magazines. The makeshift setup held a similar magazine count but significantly less ammunition due to the weight of the 7.62 NATO cartridge. You had a small lunch and a few snacks in your pack and you marched out with Compa for the first time.

You were amazed, she looked great even in leather boots, black waterproof gaiters and BDU waterproof pants. Her top was a matching BDU jacket tied around her waist with a sports bra and a low cut t shirt with a chibi bear on it. She kept her typical headband but put a tie on the flowing mass of hair about halfway down to prevent any mistakes with the long stroke gas operation of the AK. She needed more often breaks than someone like IF, but such was expected. You two had barely gotten past the usual boundary when monsters began their patrol. The FAL’s cycling alone sounds like a vicious lumberjack chopping wood where the gigantic muzzle break of the AK 74 made a similarly terrifying thunderclap. You had never seen the enemy try to flee like this, but a fix of the bayonet on the full sized and barreled FAL ensured that even the indignant dragon types did not advance. Compa cleared the chamber of the AK and set the safety, returning the ejected unspent cartridge to the partially filled magazine before letting the rifle drop and follow the sling to her side, giving you a hug, celebrating her first victory on the field. You shared some water and granola on an old log. Even when ready for a war, Compa’s kind demeanor followed and you honestly wondered how a hospital could stress her out so much. You held her hands in yours, clasping yours over hers together. The same light up smile, it soaked and rejuvenated your heart more than any time off could. You found a way to press her head to your chest through the magazines, straps and guns. You knew that in her new position you would have to look out for her a lot more than previous and that you should seriously regulate how much free time you spend recklessly or on yourself. You snapped back to reality and told her to get up and march out.

After a good 2 laps of the perimeter, you called it a day. Compa sat down on the steps, shedding gear onto the porch while moaning a bit about her tired legs. She was messy and unwashed but you loved her none less, helping her pull off her boots and pants, revealing some cute short jean shorts underneath. It was a rare sight to see her dress in such a way that showed off her legs so generously. You stayed for a moment holding her small feet, gazing at the long light creme legs. They were a captivating sight, Compa blushed a bit and put her shins right into your chest, guiding your hands up to her knees. You slid a hand down the soft, long legs, methodically getting her closer to you and repositioning. She yelped as you put your arms under her knees and behind her back, lifting her up and carrying her to the couch inside. You went back and picked up a bit more, soon returning to an exhausted girl shakily trying to walk to the kitchen. She collapsed into a chair, asking you for some help. You told her that she wouldn’t have to cook, and to not move. You carried her into the bedroom, laying her down like some kind of fairy tale.

You kindly massaged your love’s tired muscles, giving Compa plenty of attention and bringing her some leftovers and a jar of peanut butter with a tube of crackers. The nutrition would make her soft sleep tonight count that much more towards rebuilding her tired body. You petted her right along the bangs, sliding your hand down, feeling the side of her head and ear. All it took was a little bit of help to get out of her clothes and she was soon enough drifting away in your arms. You wrapped her with you in a soft blanket, putting a last kiss on her neck before sleeping.

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Compa was sore, and she complained that it felt like she was carrying a heavy pack at all times just trying to walk around. You drew a bath for her, holding her hand and listening to music while she soaked, you were trying to browse the internet for something interesting to look at or read. You wrapped Compa in a white bathrobe as she got out, offering a shoulder to lean on as you moved to the couch. Her soft breathing slowed as she napped on your side, trapping you on the couch. It wasn’t horrible, when she was wrapped up in a giant fluffy bathrobe hugging her felt like a giant teddy bear, and her lack of underwear was a blessing, giving you a nice soft pillow on her chest. Any attempt to leave was answered with a stronger grip from the sleeping beauty and you settled on watching anonymous foreigners get in arguments on the internet about trivial things. You thought it entertaining to see people get so heated over little things.

Compa woke a bit after noon, quickly latching onto your arm and nuzzling your cheek. She wanted some toast and eggs with a cup of tea to wash it down. You gave her a piggyback ride to the bench seat against the wall for the table and cooked her food, sitting next to her to drink your own tea and eat a Reuben sandwich made out of leftover corned beef. Compa squeezed one of your thighs, and was clearly surprised by the amount of muscle, comparing it to her own. Regardless of the thought process you saw going on for that quick second, she found a way to sit in your lap and wrapped an arm around your neck, sipping off her mug of steaming tea with the other. Her presence made it quite difficult to eat, but you let her be, and got a good smell of her softly curling locks. As always, the homely smell of baked goods with the slight linger of hospital was a welcome sense.

You sat on the ground in front of the coffee table while Compa lounged comfortably on the opposing side’s couch. You had your guns apart, cleaning them, greasing and oiling as appropriate. Compa watched with intent, noticeably interested in how the return spring of the AK action was an entirely different setup than the FAL but achieved the same result. She did not appear to be mechanically minded but quickly had snatched the AK up and had it back together from full disassembly before you could even remark. The FAL’s upper confused her and she let you meticulously reassemble the bolt and group before locking in the piston and fully finishing the assembly. You ticked the gas regulator back to the marked point you made and put the guns away, returning to Compa’s side, who was now wearily frying some potatoes in a pan. She lifted a tray of biscuits of out the over and began to make gravy. You took things to the table for her, and you were soon stuffed and getting ready for tomorrow’s workday.

Now that you two got up at similar times, you could enjoy each others company for a bit before heading out. She smiled as she pulled a black business blazer over a turtleneck sweater, telling you that she slept like a baby last night, and you were a great help over the weekend. You told her that it was no problem for you to help her in anyway and you were soon driving her to work.

You loved being at work, you knew that every bit of effort put in at work got you closer to finishing a project or helped Compa in ways you couldn’t understand. Time passed like a breeze and you were soon enough picking her up from the hospital. It was just another spring day, overcast and chilly, Compa quietly told you about things that had happened today, smiling a bit when she told you about the children she saw and become more severe upon mentioning the old folks who were coming close to the end of their time on this world. Her nearly boundless capacity for empathy was a real handicap in hospitals on bad days, she hated to see all the suffering and pain but wanted to help so badly. There was not enough Compa to help everyone, and that drug her down. As you rode down the final dirt road and pulled into the driveway, Compa lept out of the car the moment you stopped at your home. She ran inside and was soon half naked on your steps, throwing on the same uniform she wore when you had went on patrol. She cinched up the drawstring on the ammunition bag and asked if you wanted to come along. There was not a choice for you, so you put down your work bag and picked up a satchel of ammunition and the Mauser.

Even compared to Saturday, she was more physically capable. You knew that the bolt action put you at a disadvantage in the close brush and fixed the giant 20 inch German pattern bayonet. The walk was much more calm than Saturday, letting you halfway around the perimeter before even a small engagement. As you returned to the house, Compa happily chattered about her newly found skill and hobby, she really enjoyed being an actual fighter rather than just relying on others and helping them. She also enjoyed being in nature, she felt like you two were an invincible tag team, especially liking the rest stops with you. You smiled and smudged her forehead, wiping off a light cover of sweat and dirt. You offered her a shower and she pounced on that opportunity.

It was a small shower, clearly not designed for two people, you made it work nonetheless. You softly soaped her, wiping and rinsing as methodically as one would paint. This worked fine until you got to her more tender regions, where each soft touch further aroused and seduced her. You leaned her on the ledge of the tub, quietly getting every nook, nearly finishing her off with just a touch. Compa soon had you clean but had also found a “spot that was extra dirty and needed more attention”. As used to your presence as she was, at heart she was still an innocent little girl. Compa wanted approval and to know that she was not overstepping boundaries; you saw no problem with what she wanted. You were pressed to the bottom of the tub, soon watching Compa drizzle soap on her breasts, telling you to hold still. She held her own breasts by the side and put a nice pressure on you, lustily following the length with each motion of her unrestrained rack. As you were both close to finishing, she mounted you, sinking down the full size and finishing both of you off. Her eyes were practically heart shaped as she stayed on for the full duration of your end, quite literally stuck onto you by her own body. As she was coming back down from the high, she said:
“I-I-I’m sure we’ll ha-a-ave super strong kid-d-ds… s-s-omeday~” still very visibly enjoying your treatment of her.

She still had far too little resources to get what she wanted but still loved the bonding with you. You understood the idea of pair bonding and Compa was yours. No competition or contest, you two were stuck to each other like glue. As she shyly cleaned up, you got a call from Noire who wanted help with something. It was a long way away for a work night and you asked her if she could try again tomorrow.

Lastation was a big change from Planeptune, but your newly restored 1986 Camaro fit right in. Gloss black with a tinted rear hatch and a terrifying centrifugally supercharged 383 stroker engine, the car kept its drivability with a finely tuned fuel injection system. The small fuel tank was augmented by a Mad Max-esque rack underneath the rear end 3 old US style jerry cans bungee corded down. Massive rear tires raised the ride height enough to give the cans enough room to be there. Compa sat in shotgun, the windows down listening to the angry GM small block roar down the highway. The exhaust dumped right behind the doors and Noire was noticeably impressed with the machine as you stopped in front of the Basilicom.

Noire’s lips were pursed and she nervously played with her hands while clearly trying to explain her question. She was so nervous that she started speaking in Japanese for a moment, still clearly stuttering and just saying “I, I, I, I …” Her cheeks were rosy and she finally got to explain that she had a crush on Neptune. She tried saying that:

“Its not like I think you guys are my other best friends or anything...”

Compa shot that down, offering Noire a hug and telling Noire that we could help. Noire shed a single tear, she confessed that she didn’t know how to tell someone that she loved them. Noire was a little jealous of Compa, wishing that she had some big, proper guy to love her. Compa asked Noire why she loved Neptune, Compa had always had a difficult time understanding love between girls. Noire nearly choked on tears trying to hide how much Neptune had looked out for her, even if Noire had reacted rudely, Neptune was always returning to help.

You sighed and told Noire to take Neptune on a date, even if it was just to a park or playing video games together. Noire could barely say the words “Neptune” and “date” in the same sentence, but she thanked you for your straightforwardness, saying that it was a bit like Nep-Nep. Noire wanted to know how to ask someone on a date. You and Compa had never had much difficulty with things like this, but you figured that the general idea would be about the same.

Noire was to offer Neptune some flowers and pudding, offering to play together at the Planeptune Basilicom, and ask in a more private setting if they could go on a date, hopefully giving Noire an advantage that they were not in public trying to speak about this. Whatever happened, Noire was to call you and Compa when she was done, either for congratulations or consolation.

You offered her the best of luck and said goodbye, taking Compa’s hand as you walked back to the car. Noire waved goodbye, glancing at something on her phone, given the smile, you could only guess it was a picture of her and Neptune together. The whistle of the supercharger and the roar of the engine quickly drowned out any thought in your mind besides driving.

You waited for Noire’s phone call patiently late that Friday night with Compa, noticing a motorcycle pulling into your driveway. You waited a moment and soon saw it was Noire and Neptune. The ladies were even holding hands and you got to see a side of Neptune very few saw. Neptune graciously thanked you two and Compa got dogpiled by them for all she had done over the years. Neptune said that Noire had been a fantastic date (who was soon trying to fight Neptune for telling them such details) and that it seemed like you in particular had been the motivator for Noire to gather some courage together. Noire stopped her assault when she heard this and specifically gave you a small present. It was a small box of 9mm cartridges from her and Uni, with a small note in the top of the box from Noire. It just said “thank you” and had 2 pictures taped to it, one of Noire and Neptune on the Planeptune Basilicom at night and another of Black and Purple Heart in the same place. Both were clearly taken by Noire and were still adorable to see.

You offered the two a place to sleep for tonight, saying that they were welcome at anytime. Compa said that they should all watch a movie together on the couch, even if it would be a bit snug.

You sat on the end, with Compa squished between you and Neptune, who was busy teasing Noire. Compa got some more room as Neptune hopped into Noire’s lap but soon found her lap to be a bit of a battleground for the energetic couple. Set into a panic by the sudden appearance of the leggy Noire’s thighs in her face, Compa grabs onto you and holds on while you break the two CPUs up. You tell Noire to let Neptune get close, and to pay attention to her love’s soft touch rather than how embarrassed she feels or feels she should be. Noire relaxes a bit and can soon be seen petting Neptune’s longer side hair as the movie progresses.

As the credits start to roll, Compa yawns and gestures for you to look at the other couple. Noire is barely keeping herself awake, nuzzling Neptune who is fast asleep. You take your wife to get some blankets and pillows for the other two. Noire thanks you again, quietly to avoid waking Neptune just before she closes her eyes, holding Neptune in a hug.
As you get into bed with Compa, you pull her close and whisper in her ear:
“That’s how good we look...”
She turns to face you, noses only millimeters away and responds with:
“Better than that.”
Her soft cheek presses yours, holding each other in an soft embrace while whispering quiet little things into the ear of your beloved.. She falls asleep in your arms, still in her clothes. You give her a bit of comfort, removing her belt and large pouch, setting them on a nightstand and closing your eyes to rest as well.

You get nudged awake, you wearily check the time before seeing who it is. 02:19 in the morning and who is it? Noire is in pajamas, with an unsettled expression tugging on your shirt. You grab a cup of coffee and sit on the porch with her, listening to her concerns about relationships and all the things she doesn’t understand. Noire worries about her sister Uni and Neptune nearly all the time, the only thing you can offer to comfort her is similar advice you gave to Compa. You want to know why she trusts you so much to tell you all this. She says that she sees a resemblance in an odd way, asking if you were awkward and shy at some point. Well you had to grow up at some point, so you explain this to Noire, telling her that this shyness is part of experiencing life and uncertainty. She locks her hands in between her legs, telling you that you can go back to sleep. Its 05:30 at this point and nothing sounds better than returning to Compa’s soft grasp.

You wake up to Noire and Neptune sharing sugary cereal out of a giant mixing bowl, cheerfully bantering in between serving spoons worth of Fruity Nep-Os. When Noire sees you, her eyes tell you that her trouble is resolved. You go about a usual routine of making eggs and sausage for yourself and still sleeping lady. As you finish cooking, Compa stumbles into the room, sleepily reaching for a mug and a plate. The wide dopey smile and expression on her face gives everything a fantastically cozy atmosphere, and settling into another weekend is complete. She lazily stretches and wraps her arms around you, asking if you could give her a piggyback ride to the table. You feel her face pressing into your back and you oblige, carrying her over and setting her in a chair, only for her to get back onto you, settling in your lap, nearly dozing off on your shoulder. You hold a bite of scrambled eggs in front of her, which she picks up at her own pace.

Noire is sitting on the couch with Neptune, playing a video game on the small TV, you and Compa are dealing with a few office things before heading out for a patrol. It’s a beautiful day out, but you still wear waterproof pants for the dewey vegetation. You turn around at a trail intersection to look at Compa, seeing her a good 100 feet back, sitting calmly with a butterfly on her hand. Her smile is small but proud and she watches the colorful creature fly away to a patch of flowers. Compa says that you should bring a few back for the girls, you approve but first imbed a cluster of daisies in her hairband. She kneels down, putting her hair over her ears with a soft swipe and chooses a few of her favorites. She puts them in a bag and stows it on the side of your pack, careful to leave the actual flowers out of harm, sticking out of the bag and your pack. You are able to return home without any obstacles or monsters, assuming that your previous missions have given some more breathing room.

Noire and Neptune are packing up, teasing each other and making it a great production just to clean up a bit. You remind them that they are always welcome at your home and they ride off on Noire’s motorcycle. As Compa starts to walk back inside, she freezes as you hear a nasally voice yell her name. There’s a rat the size of a small dog in your yard, clearly attracted to Compa, who is too surprised to say anything but
“Mister Mouse?”

You pick up the creature by the neck, asking what it wants. The thing is infatuated with your wife. Your wife. As tempered as you can, you explain to it who you are and what you will do to it if you see him ever again. It insists that you cannot separate him from his love. You laugh at this and take it literally, throwing him like an American football onto the dirt driveway. When it hits the ground, the rodent doesn’t move. You walk up and ask him again. He weakly responds in a similar fashion to earlier. A pistol quickly changes his mind and you toss him a bit farther out.
Upon returning to her, Compa appears both intimidated and happy, asking how you could lord over such a villain with the ease of a simple conversation, and also saying glad she was that he was gone. You’re cut short by a blue explosion probably 20 feet away, pocket marking the land and knocking a hole in the fence. A tall witch, immediately recognizable as Arfoire by Compa, is cackling in stereotypical villain fashion on the top of the rolling hill at the edge of the forest, surrounded by lackeys.
Any chance of restraint was impossible for you at this point, having two attacks on your beloved in such a short time from apparently ominous and actual villains was too much. You grabbed the Mauser bayonet and charged, Hi Power in the other hand helping you clear a path to the hag. Compa ran after, summoning her giant needle and bashing hostiles off your trail as best she could in a pinch. Magic rained down on you two, making the advance more difficult.
Seeing Compa get hit threw you over the last edge. Her whimper behind a badly damaged sweater and singed hair sent you charging up that last bit of land like a savage alpha wolf, defending its only holdout and mate. Clearing the last hurdle into knife range of the witch, she had to cease firing magic and actually engage.
You lock eyes for a moment before she lunges with the staff, it's dark magic point very clearly something you don’t want to touch. You pull in close, under the inexperienced attacker’s open stab, slicing the gut and plunging the knife into the witch’s back. The pixels making up the fiend slowly fade out for a bit before shattering into blue crystals floating up and disappearing. One thing came to mind. Compa.

You charged back down the hill, picking up the lady in your arms. You picked her head up, shaking her a bit. She weakly smiled and said that she did good, showing you her phone, showing numerous status debuffs and a nearly critical HP level. She had her stats up. You carried her home, setting her on the floor for a place to tend her wounds. She weakly smiled again, bringing a bit of pain into your heart until she said:
“Take off my sweater and end the battle onee-chan~ I’ll show you something great desu~”
You walked outside and looked for a final monster. One invader type going down was all it took for this to be over and you made your shot count. The living room flashed blue, blinding you for a moment until Compa walked out the door in perfect condition. She happily showed you that she had leveled up, and all debuffs had been removed and HP restored. You told her to not scare you again like that and gave her a pat on the head, soon pulling her into a tight hug. She told you the same, concerned at the great strength you showed when angry. Compa said that if you weren’t her husband she would think you were terrifying. It hurt a bit to feel like you had made her uncomfortable, but she was going to see you actually angry at some point and saving her was a good time for it.

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Compa was waiting impatiently at the end of a workday, she wondered where you were. She watched the clock in the house and saw hours tick by. You entered 3 hours late, with an ecstatic Uni following by your finger. You could see that she was holding back a barrage of attacks and also a flood of tears. She sounded like she was going to cry when she said:

“Please tell me something else is going on here”

You had a puzzled expression, you couldn’t help it, you had no idea what was going on here. Compa’s tears welled up as you asked if she had gotten your text. She saw a picture of Uni hanging off your neck at the gun range first. She sank in her chair, trying to say your name. You walked up to Compa and showed her your phone, her expression went blank. She pulled you into an iron hug, still crying.

Uni sat in the corner, wondering what she had done. Compa read it and started jumping in joy, celebrating at the top of her lungs. Compa asked Uni when she would be staying over. You never thought that Compa would’ve gotten this emotional, but it wasn’t everyday that you became improvised aunt and uncle of an adorable CPU Candidate. Uni tried to get away with just saying:

“Sis isn’t doing this for you guys or anything.” in an embarrassed way.

You looked at Compa and said

“She’s great, we went to the range finally and Noire came up with the idea”

Compa practically fell onto Uni, trapping the girl in a giant hug.

“You’re the cutest little CPU~” Compa said.

Uni started to blush but you quickly joined Compa, trapping Uni in a group hug.

“Yes, Uni is CUTE!” you exclaimed.

Uni was turning bright red when you and Compa started to squeeze tighter and tell the bashful girl how much she was loved and complimenting all of her best features and traits.

It was like something broke in the little tsundere’s head, she couldn’t do anything but stammer and when you two let go, Uni sprinted out to the porch sitting alone and burying her face in her dress. You sat down with Compa next to her and Uni started crying into your shirt, telling you how until this happened, Nepgear was the only other person who had really complimented her honestly.

Compa pulled Uni close and you patted the girl’s head before saying:

“We’re essentially family, this is just what we’re supposed to do. You shouldn’t dread positivity from others. Noire is getting better and it's time for you to improve as well.”
Despite trying to comfort Uni, this only made her cry more, Compa’s sweater becoming almost waterlogged until you returned to offer the girl a glass of water as she ran out tears but was still choked up and sobbing. Uni managed to stop crying and told you two “thank you”, you assured her that it was no problem. You held Compa with a happy Uni still in her arms until the small CPU got up on her own resolve.

Uni was used to Noire’s busy schedule and was nearly glittering when you and Compa finished cooking dinner. She wasn’t used to real cooked meals with people around. You had made beef stroganoff, a great hearty meal for young girls who needed some meat on their bones. Compa watched Uni eat with delight, but waited until the girl had ran off to play before she made her move. You sat on the couch, with Compa stretched out, her head in your lap.

She was more mad that you hadn’t called her to come along earlier than anything else. She strictly told you that you shouldn’t be so suspicious around other girls. She got a little teary again when she confessed that she was terrified still of losing you. You set a hand on her head and started rubbing her scalp with your fingers, each one moving independent, making the girl act like a cat as she purred and nuzzled your chest. Her adorable eyes turned up, staring into yours and acting like a tractor beam for yours. You held the back of her neck and had the other wrapped around her as you pressed your forehead to hers. Compa blushed as you pressed your nose to hers. She loudly said:

“You shouldn’t stare Uni-chan desu~”

Uni scampered off when she said this and you got your kiss out of Compa, her breath heavy as you pulled away. She remarked that you kept getting better at this, and wrapped her arms around your chest at about the ribs. You saw Compa get a glance in at Uni from this position, a sort of speechless “Back off, he’s mine” glare, but her expression remained gloriously happy. To say that your lady was anything less than exceptionally protective would be a tremendous understatement, you questioned for a moment what would happen if you actually did have a different girl. Just the ideas that immediately came to mind made you shudder and Compa promptly asked if you wanted a blanket, even if you didn’t have much of a choice as she wrapped you together.

Uni sat in front of the coffee table in the same spot you usually did while cleaning guns. She had her rifle apart and was carefully swabbing the barrel. Uni said that she would clean your guns for you if Compa wanted to steal you for a while, an offer you accepted. Spring was turning into summer, and the longer days put the sunset right on the hills about this time of day. Even if it might not seem special for an onlooker, who would see you and Compa hold each other close and wrap up in the other’s arms so frequently, this was never the case. The sun shone in a soft orange light, barely lighting over the hill. You turned the corner of the house to sit in the fading light as Compa pulled on your shirt collar. The grass on this side of the house felt great under the feet and was probably 3 inches long. Compa pulled on you some more, sitting on the grass, her back against the warm wall of the house.

The young woman in your arms adored you, you could see it in her eyes. She said that the way you had handled Uni likely helped the girl more than you two would ever realize. She paused, turning back to look at the sunset fade and the layer cake colored sky and visibly relaxing with a long exhale. Compa pressed into you. You grabbed her at the upper arm, kissing her cheek and pushing her into the ground. Her hair sprawled out as you pinned her there, refusing to break your lips from hers. She took quick breaths as you pulled closer to her, your arms behind her keeping your full weight off of her. The moment you heard her breath start to slow you sank into another kiss, this time when you pulled away she didn’t let you go, quickly leaving both of you struggling for breath. You were both trapped in the others embrace, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

You thought about it that night, well after Compa had fallen asleep on your chest and Uni in a sleeping bag on the couch. It took this entire time for you to realize that it wasn’t any shortcoming of yours or Compa that the idea of losing the other was a frequent nightmare, rather it was a note that showed your relationship deepening. No matter how hard you tried it was just in the traits of you two that you be overly protective of the other. Too much work, not enough play; honestly not enough time to cherish each other turned you both into a bit of a mess, and you had just the idea to resolve this.

Compa was pulling back her hair so her could do some quick makeup for work when you spun her around and sat on her lap, being careful but getting close. You asked her for a date tonight, you wanted to make the weekend count. She got excited, wanting to see your surprise which you stubbornly kept from her. She jokingly pouted for a second but had to get ready and was soon back to getting dressed. It was an anxious but quick day, you couldn’t wait to see your favorite smile in the world after tonight. Compa brought some extra clothes so you two wouldn’t have to go home. You told her casual so a loose white blouse and some shorts took up a little space in her bag. Compa was gorgeous when she showed off, you couldn’t pick your favorite part of her body if you wanted to.

You walked into a market district, full of tiny small businesses selling everything any anything one could think of. Compa stood by a bench, expectantly looking for you until your eyes locked. Her expression was priceless already, she jogged up to you, happily taking your side after a quick hug. She ran you back and forth through stores, asking about which clothes you thought were the cutest or looked the best, which color they should be, asking about foods and things she had never heard of. She pressed her face to an exotic aquarium, impressed by all the colorful fish and reptiles. Keeping up with this much energy was difficult after a day at work and you told her to choose somewhere for dinner. Her energetic look changed to a perplexed expression, showing an intense internal debate, questioning which of the hundreds of places, ranging from full blown 5 star restaurants to food carts she should drag you to. All sorts of oohs and ahhs came from Compa as you followed her by the arm through the narrow streets.

Your beloved froze when she saw an Indian style curry shop, quickly dragging you up to a set of barstools. Your lady feigned surprise when she found that only one seat was left, acting like she was doing the store a favor that she sits in your lap. As much as you would like to, the old woman behind the counter was more than a bit angry when Compa did hop into your lap. You decided it best if you just asked for some curry and naan to go, offering your date a bench against a wall right outside the store. Compa sighed, and followed along, quickly stealing your lap again.

Her face was nearly pressing yours as she offered a spoonful of chicken and sauce. You couldn’t lie, this place made some damn good food. You complimented her good taste, which she respectfully accepted. You matched her favor while munching on a piece of flatbread. You gave up on having free hands and tried to eat the piece like a noodle, only to have the opposite end attacked by Compa. It took a while to finish a meal with a girl in your lap. You decided it was a good idea to ask Neptune if you could use a spare room in Planeptune Tower.

It was dark now, and between the brutal wear of the day and in general; just time awake, you were done. You were kept awake by the feeling you got sitting on the balcony of the tallest tower in Planeptune. It was an impossible to describe feeling, like smoky slow jazz in a dimly neon light loft. No amount of description could do it justice. There wasn’t a word said that didn’t feel like a tide pulling you and your lover close. The lights of the city almost seemed out of focus, like a picture took while moving. Every simple touch or movement seemed like in slow motion, and the purplish backlight of the sides of Planeptune tower cast shadows and color across Compa’s increasingly emotive and passionate face.

You couldn’t help it, your hands danced in the hazy light, weaving into each other, softly resting on the rail you were leaning against. Compa’s face became shadowed as she leaned into you, her eyes slowly blinking as she gazed into the night for a moment. Her usual light pink eyes were dazzling tonight, giving you both little reflections of pink and violet. Your hand rose into the shadow, caressing her soft face, pulling her full attention back into this world. The gradient of dim light across her face shifted as she pushed into you again, kissing you.

You lead each other through some sort of game of tag, trading kisses and playing a 1 for 1 game of stripping while backing inside, Compa’s sweet, soft hips practically pulled your hands to them, her curves were a track for your hands, sliding along them and pulling off her few remaining garments. The light through the half open blinds cast stripes across her bare upper body and thighs. You couldn’t tell if it was the mood tonight or just a job well done on your part but upon entering her, you thought you felt an extra muscle in her trying to milk you dry. Despite this you seemed to last forever, as soon as you started to slow down, your woman took matters into her own capacity, pushing you onto the bed and riding with her hands placed on your chest. You saw glimpses of her through the dimly light room and you couldn’t be more satisfied with your choices.

The soft bounce of her well endowed body, her bashful yet blissful expression along with every shift of her legs along side you changing her body’s grip upon yours, all of it was perfect. You felt ever increasing pressure as she slowly curled down, soon looking like she could weep in pleasure. Compa’s face was fully flushed and she got in sloppy kisses through each bounce and heavy breaths. Her movement slowed a bit as you felt like a clamp was being placed on you. She couldn’t take anymore and practically squeezed you to death (in multiple places) as she finished. The soaking warmth she had trapped you in did you in quite quickly at this point, leaving the two of you to pull each other close to keep each other’s sweat soaked bodies warm.

You woke up to the greatest feeling in the world, a naked Compa peacefully sleeping on your chest, her long hair sprawled out over her back and you. Her soft breath was like music to your sleepy brain, nearly putting you back to sleep. You wrapped her in a your arms, she slowly woke up smiling. You felt her grind on your leg a bit, it took no effort for her to get you inside her again, this time finishing you off much quicker. You held each other close for as long as you could, occasionally letting Compa clean the slowly draining mess off the inner thigh of the leg she was lying on. As usual and much to the frustration of Compa, the test came up negative, which just gave her an opportunity to tease you and say that the doctor would “require more samples at a later date”.

Just the idea at this point hurt, but you convinced her to wash up and get dressed before a particular impatient CPU decided to barge in. You were still exhausted, as soon as you got out of the shower, you flopped onto the bed, taking Compa’s hand. You were both dressed, laying on top of the covers. Compa was curled up, almost in the fetal position, her cute legs clad in her usual nylons on your chest and little feet tapped out a beat on you. Her face was right in yours, Compa’s ability to remain awake was clearly fading as well. She clasped your hand with hers and sighed, closing her eyes. You faded to sleep, it was almost too comfortable to be in the care of this lady. No amount of love she could show could seem to satisfy what she wanted to give. Even in sleep, your dream was just the scene you were in, a devoted Compa holding you in her warm grasp as you held her. The soft wool arm warmers she wore kept your arm and hand in a cloud, another small pillow, just like the rest of her body. Great was not enough to describe this feeling, every care and concern of another person being focused on the only other one that would return such an honor.

Even as Neptune woke you up with the noise and force of a live concert, the slow flutter of her eyes commanded your attention. You pulled her head close to your chest, and told her that it was time to get up. Compa followed you up, asking Nep-Nep to stop as you offered your lady a hand getting up. Again, the little things pulled your focus, Compa’s soft curl of fingers into your palm tickled a bit. Neptune finally went quiet when you offered her breakfast, to your surprise, Noire already had cooked for her apparently. Noire yelped and tried justifying being in a black bathrobe.

“I-I-I’m not slacking or anything---, don’t misunderstand this!”

Compa smiled, you couldn’t help matching her as you pulled out a baking pan. Dutch Babies were on the menu, a soft egg based pastry like dish. It seemed like years passed waiting for your recipe to puff up and then sink into place. Of course, you were a bit pre-occupied with an elated Compa cheerily holding your side while chatting with Noire and Nep. Now that you thought of it, ever since helping her hold her own in fights and giving her some more focus she hadn’t woken you up in nervousness once. The soft buttery smell of the Dutch Babies permeated the room as you removed them from the oven, steaming a bit.

Compa gladly took the offer of dividing up the cake like substance and placed an extra large piece on your plate, saying:

“Onee-chan desu, You cooked for us and need energy to be big and strong, especially if you’re going to take care of cute girls like us desu!”

Her hands were together above her heart, you covered them with yours. You had almost done everything for each other, and yet it was still a long journey ahead for the goals left. For this instance though, this little moment in time, you felt it was a job well done. Even though it seemed like something you would forget, that morning stuck in your mind in the time to come.

-part 3 soon enough-

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