[MF] What happens on the dropship stays on the dropship [Apex legends][Lifeline][Gibraltar]

It was dawn as the dropship broke orbit, leaving a trail of white condensation across the perfect blue sky. The legends sat in in the passenger area; it was too soon to go down to the jump bay. Some of them worked out, others meditated. Mirage made his thousandth fart Joke at Caustic who, for the thousandth time told him to go fuck himself.

‘Can you believe that guy,’ said Gibraltar to Lifeline. ‘Such an asshole.’

Lifeline was leant forwards making some tweaks to her heal drone. She glanced at Mirage who was now trying to convince Caustic to buy a baseball card he said was worth ten grand.

‘That guy likes the sound of his own voice so much,’ she said ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if he talked dirty to himself when he jerks off.’

Gibraltar slapped his leg – hard enough to shake the bench they were on – and laughed in his deep voice. ‘That’s an image I want to forget.’ He shook his head. ‘Ugh.’ He glanced down at lifeline. Where her tee rose up it revealed her lower back, and two perfect dimples.

‘I’ve got a bit of sympathy,’ she said, not looking back. ‘I mean, who doesn’t like a bit of dirty talk.’

Gibraltar swallowed. There was something in the way she said it that made him feel different, curious. He had never thought of her that way before. Just as another professional. She had always seemed so different, so complicated but now…

‘I’m going to get some rest,’ said Lifeline. ‘Nothing like a little nap before a big fight.’ She stood and stretched and turned. She held the pose, long enough for Gibraltar to see her smooth stomach and the dip of her combat pants and the hint of the top of a pair of black panties beneath. ‘See ya, shield boy.’

Gibraltar sat where he was for several minutes. He felt nervous. The invitation was plain enough. But with her? He never felt uncertain. He was always the first in and last out, the one taking the lead, the rock against which everything else broke.

‘Fuck it,’ he said under his breath and stood up, heading the way Lifeline had gone. On the way he passed Bloodhound in some kind of meditation pose, staring straight ahead, unmoving. At least Bloodhound hadn’t brought that bird with them this time.

He went through the doors and round a corner to Lifeline’s suite. He looked at his shoes, nodded to himself and raised a huge fist to knock. The door opened before he made contact.

It was dim inside. The blinds were drawn and the room was lit with a faint candle-like flicker. He saw her there, in the round bed in the centre of the room. She was lying on her side, raised on one elbow. She had her white vest on and a tiny black thong and nothing else.

‘I thought you’d never come,’ she purred.

He had his shirt off before he climbed onto the mattress. He leaned down to kiss her as she raised herself to do the same, their mouths met and her small tongue slid between his lips. They broke apart for a second, both seeing the fire in each other’s eyes before they joined again.

He found her breast with his hand. She had taken off her bra already and his palm covered her flesh, the sharp of her nipple grazing under his thumb. He took it and squeezed it and she gasped into his mouth and pushed her chest towards him. He responded with greater firmness, pushing her back down with his far greater weight and strength. She moaned and her hands undid the buckle of his pants, none of her precision lost in the heat of lust.

He moved his other hand over her flat belly and as she spread her legs and he carried on to her mound. He could feel she was shaven smooth under the scrap of silken material, and her heat.

She wiggled her hips in encouragement and as she did slipped her hand into his pants.

‘Oh fuck…’ she said as she touched his cock. They both paused. She felt it’s head and it’s girth and squeezed it and felt it’s firmness. She didn’t need to say anything else – that it was bigger than any she had ever felt, or that she was impressed, or how much she wanted it. ‘Push my panties aside,’ she whispered.

He complied, smiling and felt her wetness. So very wet. He rubbed over her opening up to her clit and then moved back down and slid a finger into her. He gasped at her tightness. So smooth too. He pushed in further and leaned his head down to suck her nipple. She threw her head to the side and he kissed her neck.

She pushed his pants down and away and he got rid of his shorts. Her hand grasped his cock, her fingers unable to get all the way around. She held the shaft and stroked it and felt a drop of precum from the tip against her arm, nearly at the elbow. She glanced down and in the half light got a glimpse. Other women would have felt fear. She just felt hunger.

‘Eat my pussy,’ she said. ‘I need to be wetter to get that in me.’

‘You’re doing ok as it is,’ he smiled, fingering her some more.

‘Fuck you,’ she said and kissed him and bit his lip and he rumbled a growl back at her.

Gibraltar moved away and threw her legs back and sunk his face between her thighs. He licked her with his broad tongue and sucked her clit. He heard her moan and felt her fingers grab his hair and took that as a sign to go harder. He did, and added a finger to the mix, reaching in and beckoning ‘come closer’ which made her breath go ragged and a flush creep across her chest. She lifted her top over her head and grabbed her own breasts, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples roughly. He liked that.

He kissed back up her belly to her mouth. He was between her legs, she on her back. He took his huge cock in his hand and rubbed it over her opening.

‘Put it in me…’ she hissed. ‘Just give it to me…’

He moved his hips and she moved hers. The head slid inside her. Lifeline’s eyes rolled back and she moaned an octave lower than her normal voice. He thrust a little more, in and out, inch by inch until he was in her. He felt her stretch and twitch around his shaft. Then, when he was fully in, he began to thrust.

Her arms were splayed, her muscular shoulders and triceps beside her head. He took her little waist in his hands and started to fuck her.

‘So good,’ he said as he slid back into her.

‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck my pussy.’ She said, overwhelmed by his size.

He moved up onto his knees and lifted her by her hips so he could fuck her like that and watch the show better. She knew he was watching and her slender fingers moved to stroke her clit and, briefly, reach out to squeeze his slippery cock as it slid out. After a moment, she seemed to come round opened her eyes and raised herself and grabbed his arm and pulled herself up so the were both sitting, facing each other.

Gibraltar held still and Lifeline moved, grinding her pussy on his cock, now adjusted to his giant size, rising up and down. He took her breast in one hand and her incredibly firm ass in the other. She wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him with passion, mouth open, moaning as he filled her like no man ever had. She slowed a little and bit her lip and locked eyes and rode him with a strong steadiness. The light gleamed on her curves, a sheen of sweat, and they pressed together and held each other tightly.

He knew he wouldn’t last forever. ‘I want to take you from behind,’ he said.

‘You and every other motherfucker,’ she said. ‘Lucky I like it that way.’

She climbed off him and turned delicately, offering her pussy. Her panties were still on, pushed well away. He liked the look of it and left them on. He took her waist and put himself back inside her.

‘Oh fuck…’ they said it at the same time. She pushed her face into the mattress. He took her hard, moving quickly onto one knee so he could push into her more easily. They were both athletes, and as competitive as it got. As he fucked her she pushed back against him, moaning now with every thrust. It was like a battle, both of them trying to outdo the other. But Gibraltar had the upper hand. He felt her begin to tense on his cock and he kept up the pace as she began to come.

‘Oh fuuuuuuuck….’ he felt a rush of wetness over his cock as she did and the sight of her twitching and gasping through her orgasm brought him to the edge.

‘Fuck, I’m going to….’

He pulled out and even as she was still cumming took his cock and spurred over her pussy and belly and tits and then fell onto the bed beside her.

The lay there in silence for a while. His hand lay on her breast, stroking her nipple. He almost fell asleep. It felt amazing, her tiny form curled up next to him. But they had to go. Had to battle.

He hit the shower first, Lifeline watching him leave huge and naked and return huge and dressed.

‘See you in the fight,’ she said. ‘Hope you don’t get distracted when I’m taking you down.’ She smiled catlike.

He grinned broadly. ‘Don’t you worry. I’ll be thinking of how you owe me a blowjob, whatever the outcome. ‘

Her eyes glinted. ‘I don’t do that kind of thing,’ she said, blowing him a kiss. ‘Do you think I’m some kind of slut? Good luck down there.’

‘You too,’ he said, pausing at the door to admire her ass and the sway of her hips as she went into the head.

Back in the lounge Bloodhound looked at him as he went back to his old seat.

‘Dropping in 10,’ Gubraltar said conversationally. Bloodhound said nothing. It was a meaningful nothing. ‘Wait,’ said Gibraltar. ‘You didn’t use that eye of the fucking Allfather to watch us did you?’

‘The Allfather sees all,’ said Bloodhound.

‘Fucking pervert,’ said Gibraltar.

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