Chapter Text
Chapter one
Two months on Mastoid prime passed quickly, in fact, Leta had grown used to the howling wind, the blistering cold and constant shelling.
The Ghosts, especially Rawne, Larkin, Bragg and Milo had grown used to Middenlocke disappearing for hours at a time; they had their own theories about where she went, but none dared to ask her.
Until she was changing out of a wet shirt and exposed some bruises across her chest, peeking out from underneath her sports bra.
“Hurt yourself?” Rawne asked, rising from the chair he’d been sitting in and walking towards her “They look like they hurt.”
He reached out with a slender finger and touched one, Leta jumped like she’d just been shocked.
“Don’t touch me, Rawne.” She snarled “Ever.”
“Well somebody has been touching you..” He smirked, retracting his hand “And quite a lot by the looks of it.”
“Not your concern..”
“Oh but it is, if you’re whoring yourself out it only begs the question when I get my-”
His sentence was ended rather abruptly by a slap across the face.
When he looked back at her, his dark eyes were wild, like the night they’d almost stabbed each other on the ship, terrifying, insane, interesting.
“You little bitch!”
“Oi!” Bragg got out of his bunk “Enough, the pair of you!”
“Its alright, I was just leaving..”
Leta stormed past the Major and grabbed her coat from a nail by the door. Outside was cold but at least she was away from Rawne.
Or so she thought, she heard boots crunching the snow behind her.
“I can have you shot for slapping me.”
She turned “Then report me, See how well it goes.”
“You’ve got a mouth on you, Middenlocke..” He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around “Someone should teach you some manners.”
She smirked up at him, once again that voice telling her that she should jump on top of him and remove his clothes was back.
“Are you going to teach me, Major?”
His eyes widened, his dark eyes were almost black.
“What?”
“Or are you all threats?” She went on tiptoes “are you all bark and no bite?”
His hands gripped her shoulders tighter, his breathing was heavy.
“Are you going to bite me, sir?”
Rawne looked like he was either about to faint or scream in her face.
“Or are you going to stare at me like an idiot?”
Her question was answered by his lips pressing against hers, his lips were cold and tasted of cigarettes, his hands fell from her shoulders to follow the curves of her waist, down to her ass, where he grabbed at the flesh making her moan into his mouth.
She felt her back hit the wall of the trench, rotten wood creaking as her weight went against it, they’d fallen into one of the alcoves, meant to be used if an enemy broke into the trench, a perfect hiding spot.
He broke the kiss, panting, before latching on to her neck, right where Gaunt had left a mark only a few hours before.
“I can bite, Middenlocke..”
He pinched her skin between his two front teeth, it sent a jolt of pain through her, and made her heart beat faster.
This was a bad idea, the worst idea she’d ever had perhaps.
“If you think you can just sneak your hand down my trousers and all is forgiven..” She pushed him away. “Forget it, at least get me a flask of sacra.”
A scowl flashed across Rawne’s features, and for a second, she thought he was going to have his way with her regardless.
But he stepped back and cleared his throat
“I’ll remember that, Wolf.”
He grinned, showing the same teeth that had previously bitten into her flesh, and he walked away, a smug aura radiating off of him.
Leta walked the other way, towards Gaunt.
***
“Not that I’m complaining…”
Gaunt’s voice was measured for a man whose cock was still inside her, his seed dripping from her cunt.
“But you only just left here.”
“I needed more of you..”
She leaned forward, resting her chest on his “You’re like a drug, Ibram.”
“You're lucky you’re so cute..” He snaked his arms around her “I have duties Leta.”
He pulled her close under the blanket, she could feel his heart beating against hers.
“Sorry..”
She felt stupid, she’d made a mistake, a stupid fucking mistake and it was going to destroy whatever it was that she and Gaunt had created.
“Sorry..” She repeated, her breath hitching “I just…I…”
She was having a panic attack, dammit, why now? Why couldn’t it have waited until she got outside?
“Letty…Love..”
The sincere care in his voice only made her guilt worse, which made her panic attack worse.
“What's wrong?”
“I…I kissed….” She lowered her voice to whisper “Someone.”
She wouldn’t name Rawne, that would be a death sentence.
“I didn’t mean to, I just…got carried away…”
“Okay.”
She rested her head in the crook of his neck “I’m sorry Ibby..I…I understand if you-”
She was sobbing, she hated herself, she wanted to claw her skin off, to drink acid to remove the taste of Rawne from her mouth.
Maybe it would have been better if he had raped her, at least then she had the excuse of not wanting it, but she did want it, she’s the one who poked and probed him.
She was a whore, a slut and any other word you could use as synonyms for those.
She should save everyone a favor and walk naked through no man's land.
With shaking legs she climbed out of the bed and pulled on her clothes, sniffling and crying as she did so.
“Leta what are you doing?”
“I’m going back to my bunk.”
“You don’t have too.”
“I do..I can’t…..” She took a deep breath. “I don’t deserve this.”
He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the coat, he wrapped the blanket around his waist and stood up.
“You deserve so much more, Gaunt.”
Even with tears blurring her vision, she left through the curtain and through the thick bunker door, into the cold night air.