(NSFW) Swayback and Jackson IV

	Sitting in her favorite spot outside the Marine barracks, Swayback sighed as her beach chair sank into the soft sand as she chucked old shell casings into a pile by the impromptu forge the Marines had set up.

	"Swayback..." the company armorer, Daniels, called out carefully. "I know you like helping us build stuff..."

	"Yes, yes I do." the Heavy Cruiser said, smiling as she heard another *clink* occur, and the twenty-foot high mountain of empty five-inch cases went down like a house of cards onto Daniels. "However, you guys are really really slow at using the stuff I give you for some reason."

	"Maybe because we need iron instead of brass?" Daniels said, trying to swim his way out of shells.

	"Nah, can't be it. I've seen the scale armor you've been putting together, though. It's very pretty."

	"How'd you figure out about that?" Daniels asked, grumbling. "It was supposed to stay secret!"

	"I'm a scout cruiser." Swayback huffed. "I have floatplanes, radar, and two bored destroyer squadrons. Do not test me."

	"Yes ma'am." Daniels grummped. "Speaking of which, you know where Lieutenant Tilias is?"

	"He's trying on the armor you guys made. Something about 'I'm an officer, I might as well look the part.'"

	Rolling his eyes, Daniels just dug around for the oil tank they'd been using so he could get started. Once the furnace was going, he started by throwing some empty casings in, then taking more over to his anvil and hammering them down to plates so he could cram more in there. Soon, the cruicible was full, and Daniels pushed the lid on and burried the whole thing in the furnace.

	"Afternoon, Daniels." Jackson said, strolling out of the barracks in his full, unabridged battle rattle. Moments later, Daniels and Swayback snorted, and broke out laughing.

	"What?" Jackson asked, turning around. "It fits over my plate carrier and shit, right?"

	Taking a moment to stand up, Swayback went over and bop'd his helmet a light one. "You look like a peacock with this neck frill."

	Feeling it, Jackson sighed. On one hand, it protected the back and sides of his neck. On the other hand, it flaired massively and the forward-swinging parts ran straight into the half-shirt-half-harburuk he was wearing. "You have a point."

	"Also, it clashes horribly with your cammies." Daniels said, chuckling. "Brass and blue do not suit you, sir."

	"Ha ha." Jackson said, smirking. "I might look stupid, but I dare you to say this won't block most of the bullshit that's been taking swipes at us."

	"Yeah, yeah." waved Swayback, flapping her hands. "C'mon, Jackson- you'll want some help getting that mess off, I think."

	As his girlfriend and lover stood up, Jackson had to chuckle right up until he saw something on the horizon.

	"Oh no." he muttered, before deciding to take one for the team. "INCOMING!"

	As everyone hit the ground running, two very small forms catapulted through the air into the brass pile.

	"PRINGLE! HALL! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Swayback yelled as she pried herself off the ground where Jackson had put her.

	"My name's Lonchi!" one of the destroyers yelled, while the other just laughed.

	"Your name is Hall whenever you're flying a fucking American flag! Now, clean this shit up!" Swayback yelled, throwing a broom at each of them before helping Jackson up. "Come on, hon, let's get that armor off."

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	Ten minutes later, Jackson raised an eyebrow carefully. Swayback had helped him out of his armor, and his battle rattle, and his cammies, and her clothes too... and now she was sitting naked on their sea-chests, stretched out like a cat. Chuckling, Jackson just went over, giving her a head skritch as he bent in to kiss her.

	"Hmmmm..." she said, smiling happily. "You know, I always did like how those heavy cruisers looked, all armored up."

	"Well then, if you're willing to stay around to un-armor me..." Jackson said suggestively, letting one finger trace down over Swayback's neck, down to her flank and oh so near her chest.

	"You're already out of the fish scale, so what's the fun?" Swayback pouted, reaching out to claw suggestively at Jackson. "Although, I do believe if you're still planning on something fresh, I've got pleanty."

	Watching Swayback sit up and spread her legs suggestively, Jackson leaned in and gave a lick to the damp slit in front of him. Where before had been a little bit wild, now the area was neatly trimmed. Seemed like someone was preparing for this- be a shame to let her down.

	"Mmmm." Swayback hummed, smiling as Jackson settled in to lick and probe. "And people think that I can't be subtleaahh-"

	Smirking, Jackson flicked his tongue up into Swayback's clit, watching her shudder happily. Going back into it, he was pleased to hear moans in full now, before a warm hand came down to his head and nudged it up. Sweating faintly, Swayback smiled at her lover and beckoned him up. Once they were both standing, she grinned quietly and sashayed over to the bed, laying on it seductively.

	Jackson wasn't a patient man by far, but he knew how to give as good as he got. Moving in slowly, he got up, bending down to kiss Swayback before gently sliding himself home in her wet depths. Moving forward and back, he slowly, tenderly made love to the cruiser beneath him, letting her know how he felt.

	More importantly, he was letting her know he could do this all day long when she wanted it hard and fast. Her squirming beneath him to find some additional friction or purchase on him only frustrated her further, her hands wrapping around him in an effort to pull herself faster. Tsking, Jackson slowed down further, barely moving as he made sweet sweet love to the pinned vixen he had under him.

	"Quit teasing me," Swayback hissed, letting her nails slide along his back. "You *know* how I like it."

	"What will you do to get it, though, hmm?" Jackson asked, cuddling Swayback into the mattress.

	"Uhmmm..." Swayback said, trying to think straight as Jackson started speeding up. "Ahhh..."

	"Now now, that's not much of something." Jackson said, smiling and nibbling her nipple for a moment, eliciting a gasp. "How about dinner back in San Diego when we're on leave?"

	"Ah! Ah! Deal! Just-" Swayback panted, feeling Jackson go faster and faster. "Make me cum!"

	"Of course." Jackson panted. He'd spent almost all his self-control with this teasing pace, and he wanted to let rip too. Soon his gentle motions turned into jackhammer thrusts, and he was panting too. Both of them were moaning, panting, the bed creaking-

	SNAP!

	Well, looks like the bed wasn't creaking anymore! As Jackson and Swayback held onto each other and tumbled to the ground, they cried out together, finally finding release as they came to rest on the floor.

	Panting, Jackson looked up into Swayback's mess of hair and smile. "I think we broke the bed." he muttered, smiling as he twitched, still ready to go.

	"Fuck that." Swayback said, grinning. "You still got it?"

	Adpting a contemplative look, Jackson looked up to the ceiling until his lover gave him a squeeze where he was still burried in her. "Think I got another few rounds in me." he finally said, grinning.

	"Then time to get started!" Swayback cheered, giving him a kiss before starting to slide up and down on him, holding his hands for balance.