Day #3041 Ministry - Filth Pig 1995 US Tour 🇺🇸 This is me celebrating the 4th of July to the best of my ability 💥 #ministry #filthypig #minorthread #tshirtwars
At this point, no one asks why all of the cling wrap disappears into the Kaidanovskys quarters, because no one really wants to know.
AN:/ Inspired by this art by filthy-pig; you should go check out his art, its absolutely gorgeous! I just had to write something about it.
Duck Tape was a precious commodity on a military base, and trying to get it from the Quartermaster was like pulling teeth from a worm, impossible and ending up in everyone involved being pissed and humiliated.
Sasha had tried, on more than just one occasion, and since her purposes were purely recreational, her requests had always been denied.
Unfortunately.
Well. Aleksis was none of these things.
And rope was another one of those things that was highly prized on the base, and something that she also couldn't get as easily through the quartermaster. Plus it was slightly suspicious, to leave a coil of rope in the corner of their living quarters.
Aleksis would suspect something.
They'd discussed this sort of activity before of course- she wouldn't spring this on the poor boy without proper preparation and forewarning beforehand, but- he didn't know that she'd been of mind to try it soon for weeks. Sasha had waited until right after their last Kaiju kill and regular patrol, which guaranteed they wouldn't be called to duty for at least a few days, and they'd have the time to disappear into their living quarters for a while.
Or at least, he would.
That was the plan, at least, but it was the day she'd planned on doing it, right after they'd finished training for the day and there were a few hours before dinner in the mess hall, and she still hadn't found the right binding materials. Socks wouldn't work, neither would the two belts that they had between the two of them.
For a moment, as she was struggling with the industrial-strength clingwrap that they always covered the fruit salad with in the messhall, she thought she might have to give the idea up as a lost cause for now, at least until she could get leave to go off base for the day and into the city, where she knew she could get some proper leather straps.
And then Sasha looked down at the plastic, stubbornly stuck to her thumb now, and smirked, widely and smugly.
Those foolish enough to have sat down next to her at the table scattered almost instantly the moment they saw her expression, and she laughed, before turning to see her Aleksis stepping across the center of the mess hall.
Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see some of the younger, naive technicians staring at Aleksis with obvious admiration and longing in their eyes- and why should they not? As long as they’re only looking and not touching.
He was hers.
He noticed her watching him and physically perked up, like a dog having caught it’s favorite scent. Her smirk softened at the corners, into the smile she reserved for him and him alone, and brought her hand up to crook her fingers at him and call him over.
He settled his bulk on the bench next to her, and Sasha twined her arms around his neck with and pulled herself up into his lap to press a firm, claiming kiss to his mouth. He wasn’t nearly as comfortable with public affection as she was just yet, but she let out a small, muffled laugh against his lips as she felt his big, beefy hand slide under her coat and squeeze her ass.
Just as much as he belonged to her, she belonged to him, and the whole base knew it.
And Aleksis would know it even more, Sasha thought with a chuckle.
After tonight.
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It had been remarkably easy to get him down to nothing while remaining herself clothed- he was young still, fresh-faced and twenty and had been a virgin when they’d met, so even two years later it was still simple to distract him and pull the wool over his eyes when necessary.
She chose the moment when he was pulling his shirt off to strike, yanking the fabric over his eyes and tossing him down onto their shared mattress; his grunt was muffled, but he struggled like a caught pig, and she had to straddle his lower back and lean over, breasts pressed tight against his firm, bare back, to whisper, “{It’s okay, krasavchik,}” to get him to settle.
“{Safeword is - hmm. Red light.}” She murmured softly, posing it as a statement but with implied -you can say no- as she pressed her lips against the crook of his neck, the curve where it met his shoulders and up to his shoulder blade. Her hands moved over his sides, massaging and dancing over heated, shuddering flesh, and she could feel the tension throughout his body melting.
She looked up, and saw a twitch of a smile at his lips, and she breathed a silent sigh of relief.
“{Whatever you say, Sashka.}” Aleksis said in return, amusement coloring his tone, and her lips quirked into a smirk before she leaned back to grab the first box of cling wrap from the nightstand.
When she saw his eyes widen almost comically, she has to bite back a laugh and say instead,
