#lieutenantxsinclair

[corditeheart]

@lieutenantxsinclair​ asked:TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. (lieutenantxsinclair)

The car is starting to be Xu’s least favorite place right now, filled with plastic convenience bags turned garbage bags, stuffed with fast-food trash, endless paper coffee cups. 

Add that to the fact that they’d lost radio signal fifty miles ago and her aux cable decided to short out, and her little black CD envelope case had been left at home in favor of stashing at least one more gun in the glovebox, and it’s perhaps her least favorite road trip ever.

It’s not Helga, it’s not the job, it’s the tedium of it all. Hours. Days. A solid week of driving for fifteen, sixteen hours a day for cleanup work in remote outposts. She wants to go home. 

They’re not that low on gas, but she takes the service station that appears over the next rise as a sign to get the hell out of the car before she drives it off a cliff. 

She swipes her card, shoves the gas nozzle in the tank, and glances at Helga, gaze unreadable behind her severely-dark sunglasses. 

“Can you dump the trash? I’m getting food for the next leg-- I’ll grab you stuff.”

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"All I want is to deserve you. Tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything you say." (Squall)

She is not a prize to be won, a medal or commendation earned for a successful job-- Xu takes a furious inhale on her cigarette and levels what's left of it at Squall's face.

"I shouldn't have to tell you what to do, Squall. You should take responsibility for your own actions, for what you want--"

The external door that everyone uses to sneak out for smoke breaks opens; Instructor Raleigh takes one step out, looks at both of them, and retreats back inside, hands up in apology for interrupting.

She flicks what's left of hers into the gravel, extinguishing it with the toe of one forest green pump.

"You want me? Act like it."

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whats more special than a romance between two women who both have something deeply deeply deeply deeply deeply wrong with them

[reveromantique]

"You're lucky you're so cute." (lieutenantsinclair)

His grin widens, as he peels off her pants and kisses his way back up her bare thigh.

"And charming," Seifer adds. "Don't forget charming." Dashing. Roguish. The words from another time she occasionally painted him with.

His hand slides warm against her, and it's not like she'd have turned him down anyway.

"This is better than some fucking stupid-ass Garden bullshit meeting, don't you agree?"

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[corditeheart]

[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office (lieutenantxsinclair)

@lieutenantxsinclair | kinda 👀 prompts

There's a pen digging into the back of her thigh, the pile of carefully organized notes have already hit the floor at some point, and Michele Xu, frankly, couldn't care less about any of that. Her fingers tug, pulling the elastic out of the end of Helga's braid, dragging her hand through all that blonde, tugging her up from where Helga's busy leaving another mark along her throat to kiss her hard.

The door is locked-- she knows the door is locked, having entered the override and flipped the manual latch herself, because the last thing either of them want is for anyone to walk into the commander's office and see this.

(Frankly, right now, she kind of doesn't care, but there are appearances. Protocol. Secrecy to maintain.)

It doesn't stop her from freezing when someone knocks on her door anyway, calling, Commander Xu? through the thick wood, head jerking up like a startled deer.

"Leave a message with Anne!" she calls back, trying to keep her voice somewhere along the lines of annoyed but professional, and the breathlessness out of it. What is the point of having an admin assistant in front of her office if Anne can't keep even the slightest interruption at bay?

The person on the other side of the door doesn't push; a benefit of her status, her station.

Which is great. But it doesn't stop the visible relief in her body, returning her attention to the more important things at hand. Like Helga.

"Don't stop," she murmurs against the other woman's mouth, "hopefully, they'll leave us alone for a few minutes."

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sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver (lieutenantsinclair)

@lieutenantxsinclair | bold of you to assume i remember what meme this was

She takes the offered smoke, putting it between her own lips to inhale deeply. It masks the stench of death, obscures the smell of cordite in the air. It hurts the bruising around her throat, eliciting a small cough she tries to hide.

It shouldn't have been a complicated plan-- she was bait, in a minidress and touseled hair and sky-high heels. Helga had the gun.

It shouldn't have gotten out of hand that quickly.

"Thanks," she says finally, when most of the cigarette is gone, crouching to touch the smoldering edge of it to the dead man's clothes. It catches fire fairly quickly, a little flicker of flame that quickly spreads, consuming what was once a crisp white dress shirt, now bloody and fouled.

If Helga had been a minute later...

Xu doesn't think about that, though, because the job is done. The corpse is burning, and the hotel room will go up with it. She turns instead to pick up her tiny handbag with its tinier gun that she hadn't been able to reach, and finds her other shoe, carrying them in hand as they head toward the door.

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(your muse did somethign stupid) "The hell was that, Michele?" Helga could move fast when she wanted to. Fast enough to find the Lieutenant Commander's hospital room before the media circus tried. "Don't tell me suicide missions are your new idea of fun." She crossed the room with long strides, towering over the hospital bed, glaring daggers. Worried daggers. "The fuck happened out there?"

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them. | @lieutenantxsinclair

Save the squad over yourself.

That's what she trains for. That's what a leader is supposed to do.

She hadn't expected to survive it, so waking up in a hospital bed miles away from the disastrous field incident is a pleasant surprise.

Helga's presence, while not unexpected, certainly isn't anticipated so quickly, but she has no idea how long she's been out. How long it's been since she'd deliberately set the last charge herself, giving her squad time to get out of range of the blast.

How she'd assumed several layers of concrete probably wouldn't be enough to protect her, considering she was out of shielding spells, out of everything that might save her life.

Right now, though, Helga is ranting and raving, scared out of her mind, and Xu is really incredibly drugged, so is mostly just mildly amused about the whole thing, despite knowing she should probably be appropriately concerned. Chastized, even.

She is also very thirsty, reaching slowly for the plastic cup a few inches in front of her face, dragging it back to sip from the bent straw.

"It was that or we lost everyone. It wasn't really my idea of a good time, no."

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[ BRAID ]:          sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair. (lieutenantsinclair)

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Afterward, the motel room in Timber is quiet, save for the sound of their breathing, the distant chirp of her phone, buried under a pile of clothes, the soft rustle of the sheets and mattress as one or the other moves to get comfortable.

Her fingers run gently up Helga's calf; Helga's fingers move gently through her hair, smoothing tangles, twisting strands until Xu realizes that she's braiding it back.

That might have helped earlier, she wants to say, but instead, just lets her thumbnail trace a short path up near Helga's knee.

"Here," she offers, when it feels like Helga's getting close to the end of her hair, hooking her other hand into the fabric of her jeans, still caught on the edge of the bed, to pull them closer and dig in the front pocket. There's at least one hair tie in there, and it's survived the trip.

She holds it out in quiet offer over her shoulder.