I couldn`t get Ava out of my head. Those cold dead eyes haunted my every waking moment and I longed to have them stare at me again. I thought about visiting her in the infirmary while she recovered. No less than twenty-four hours had passed since I patched her up and I was already itching to see her again. Disregarding the Sergeants warning to keep my distance.

  It always came back to those eyes of hers. The way they drew you in and disarmed you with their nothingness, then struck with just the slightest hint of emotion that left you dazed and wanting more. There was something broken behind that gaze and I had an unexpinable urge to fix it.

  I was busy working on the Utter End, getting started on the repair work just like everyone else. My arm still hurt from the bite, making it difficult to concentrate. It wasn`t the pain that distracted me however, it was the memory of Ava`s lips on my skin, of her tongue licking up my blood. Her vicious mouth moulded into the sacious act of cleaning up my bodily fluids. It made me hard just thinking about it.

  [---]

  I stood eagerly at the entrance of the infirmary, a tray of hot food in my hands. If you could believe it, I was nervous. It was such a simple thing, bringing food to someone in recovery. But behind it was a level of sexual tension and frustration I never thought I would ever experience.

  I don`t know what I expected from the interaction, all I knew was that I needed whatever she had to offer. I took a deep breath and tried to put away all my thoughts and feelings and just do my duty as a worshipper of the Utter End and an admirer of its pilot.

  The door opened automatically before me as I took a step forward. The infirmary was packed with casualties from yesterday’s battle. It smelt of blood, bile and anti-bacterial spray, it had a sickening sweetness to it that made me uncomfortable. I stepped inside and roamed about looking for Ava`s bed. I found it at the end of the room, far away from everyone else. Even the nurses were giving it a fair bit of distance.

  Nobody stopped or questioned me when I started passing empty beds towards Ava`s. They just looked on in confusion or sickening disgust. Ava`s bed was cordoned off with curtains, a flimsy barrier intended to keep her out of sight and out of mind. I didn`t understand how people could treat her like this, like some kind of shameful secret.

  I parted the curtains and went inside, my body immediately warming up when I saw those cold dead eyes. A fsh of warmth entered them for a split second when she saw me and then it faded. I think she was expecting me to be someone else. She sat back into her bed, hospital gown clinging tightly to her body, bandages showing through, white skin smooth like porcein.

  There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in Ava`s expression, she really was expecting someone else. I was sorry to disappoint her, but hoped the food could make up for it. Ava was hooked up to an IV bag so had very likely not eaten anything all day. The scent of freshly cooked meat and veggies made its way towards her and I could see Ava`s nose perk up when she noticed it.

  “Hey, I thought you could use something to eat. It`s important to keep your strength up and food does that better than medication ever could.”, I began, nervously shifting my weight. I dragged over a table and a chair and presented the food to Ava who looked at it and then me confused.

  I suspected that maybe she wasn`t hungry, but there was this sense of expectancy in Ava that was hard to ignore. I took the initiative and moved closer to Ava, lifting a fork and offering her a piece of juicy red meat. She hesitated, saliva beginning to worm its way from between her lips, she looked at me, concerned. Like a child afraid of getting into trouble.

  “It`s okay.”, I encouraged. “You need to eat something. The faster you heal the faster you can get back to piloting the Utter End.”

  She looked at me with a pained expression, her mind dancing between two unknowns that seemed equally important. Then she looked at me, looked into my eyes and down to my arm with its adhesive patch. She hesitated, then opened her mouth slowly, cautiously.

  Her lips parted and she took the morsel of meat, maintaining eye contact the entire time. I saw that glint of appreciation in her eyes and couldn`t help but grow wet. With every offering of food Ava would take it gingerly, savouring the fvours as if for the first time and swallowing gratefully. With every piece her concerns faded and her appetite grew, with every bite a little bit of saliva escaped her lips.

  She maintained eye contact the entire time, eager for continuous permission. She leaned forward, eagerly anticipating every offering, hesitating to give me just enough time to tell her off if I needed to. It took me a while to realise that she was afraid. Afraid to eat or be fed by me I couldn`t tell. But either answer didn`t sit well with me. I encouraged her to eat more, to rex and enjoy the food.

  I could feel this connection forming between us, like an owner feeding its pet. The lines that separated us were beginning to blur. I was no longer a maintenance worker, Ava was no longer a pilot. We were simply woman and beast, the former feeding the ter, cultivating obedience. I was forcing her wild nature into submission through the act of feeding.

  I stopped, hesitated as the st piece of food hung from the fork, Ava looking at it longingly. I raised it up, just a little, just enough for Ava to have to straighten her back to reach it. Then it was gone and she was chewing happily then looked down sad at an empty tray.

  I pulled out a napkin and wiped her mouth seemingly breaking the hold the moment had on us. Ava instinctually pressed her head into my hand, an invitation to touch her. Like some kind of reward or right I had earned.

  I couldn`t resist, I dropped the napkin and gently stroked the side of her cheek. Ava closed her eyes and let me do as I pleased. I had earned her trust it seemed.

  My soft hand on her cheek drifted back and behind her ear scratching pyfully. I drifted my hand back to Ava`s cheek then slid my thumb over her lips. The moment was back. Ava`s eyes opened, cold but curious, then they rexed and grew wanting.

  I pressed my thumb past Ava`s lips and they parted easily, her tongue creeping out to meet me. I pressed my thumb against her tongue and forced her to open wide repcing my thumb with two forefingers, feeling the warmth of her mouth. Her lips closed pyfully around my fingers, her tongue slid between them savouring my taste, she looked up at me with needy eyes.

  My cock was throbbing in my panties. I could tell this moment was so much more than a sexual encounter however; this was something much more intimate. We were building something, establishing a rapport, enjoying the moment where trust formed and gave way to desire.

  I leaned up off my chair and forward onto Ava`s bed, I slipped my thumb back in to feel her teeth and part her jaw wider. I looked inside at the pristine canines, mors and incisors, all capable of ripping my throat out if that was Ava`s desire. But it wasn`t, her want was to savour my taste, to submit to my touch.

  I withdrew her fingers slowly, enjoying every second, watching as a twinkle of longing invaded the coldness of Ava`s eyes as my fingers parted from her. The moment hung in the air for a second, a long painful moment that threatened to sweep us both up.

  The second passed and I couldn`t take it anymore.

  I was on top of Ava in a second, our lips pressed together. My thighs parted over Ava`s legs, straddling her. Ava didn`t resist, she welcomed the intrusion, craved the viotion of her mouth with first my fingers, now my tongue.

  My hands were on her face, gripping her passionately and possessively. Ava`s good hand was wrapped around my waist. I arched my back and my erect cock pocked through my panties and against Ava`s stomach.

  I stopped.

  I leaned back, the dynamic had flipped, now I was the prey, my secret revealed. But Ava didn`t look at me with hatred or disgust, she looked at me with hurt and longing, a subtle craving for more.

  Then the curtain that surrounded us was pulled open and Sergeant Vasquez looked at me with a bnk stare. Then she saw the empty tray of food and exploded with rage.

  [---]

  “Listen here you little bitch, I strictly remember giving you an order to stay away from my Hound.”, Sergeant Vasquez lectured, once she had calmed down.

  We were stood outside the infirmary, I looked back hoping to see Ava but she was hidden from sight. Sergeant Vasquez spped me across the face to get her attention. I was caught off guard, then found my footing.

  “With all due respect Sergeant, you never expressed it as an order, simply a suggestion. One I chose to ignore.”, I replied, back straight and at attention. I had done nothing wrong, Ava was her own person and so was I.

  “You insubordinate little cunt.”, she snapped back. “Anything I say, no matter how it is said, should be taken as an order. Now I am ordering you to stay away from my Hound, you will not speak to her, look at her or even think about her. Do I make myself crystal clear?

  I nodded, understanding but not agreeing.

  “She isn`t just your Hound you know. The fact that you can`t see that makes you unworthy to be her Handler.”, I replied, unable to control myself. I didn`t know where the words came from but they were the truth. A fiery truth that burned deep inside me and threated to consume me if I didn`t vent it just a little bit.

  Sergeant Vasquez looked like she wanted to gun me down there and then. Her hand was on her pistol, ready to draw it from where it was holstered on her hip. But she restrained herself. Took a deep breath and a sadistic smile formed across her lips.

  “You know, I am within my right to have you killed. But that would be far too easy, far too simple for a disobedient little cunt like you.”, she took her hand off of her pistol and leaned in close, looking me square in the eye. “Instead, I`m going to let you live and make sure everyone knows that you have earned my displeasure. You miserable. Little. Tranny”.