Infinity and Beyond [Closed]

Strong and wistful, the woman walked with poise, striking soft and curious glances upon her way along the cemented sidewalk that lined several apartments of her appointed neighborhood. They all looked and were seemingly, for a purpose, designed the same to which she assumed was because so then other Airmen would not see it as a special treatment or meaning that they deserve more than the other. She handled a single long bunch of strands from her hair, that had been blocking her vision, to sweep it across the other side of her shoulder, heightening the position of her hand to gently curl the rest behind her ear. Now that spring was settling, she thought it'd be about time she began her annual spring cleaning, for going out while having a dirty house did not suit her fancies or weak attire. Nothing about the clothes she wore screamed spectacular or stunning, as there was nothing useful about it, unless for comfort. Her hair was tied back with a white and black designed bandana, a look used in more retro times than today. Instead of a normal t-shirt, she managed to tie the ends of a light blue and white plaid shirt into a bow, just covering her voluptuous chest together and most of the material made into her black supporting bra. Her stomach was bare, her idiotic three starred tattoo showing upon her hip and a single, white diamond belly-button piercing attached to the ring of skin at the middle of her small abdomen. On her lower half, she wore a couple of ripped, denim-washed jean shorts with a dirty orange rag, that she used this morning for wiping her car windows, hanging outside one of her back-pockets. With luck, she was able to get up early and bath, taking on no make up at all so that she pulled on the natural look for her isolated cleaning day ahead of her. There was still much she had to do, but whilst performing those necessities, she decided to put the cleaner down and head out for a walk through the neighborhood, get a feel of her surroundings and fresh air.

Then her silvery, wet aqua eyes shown towards the contemporary made house towards the road's end upon a small hill-like landscape parted from the rest. There were no apartment buildings left at this part of the neighborhood, not even a road, that is except for the road that led higher into the hierarchy of their ranks - the General's mansion, she assumed correctly. Which that only meant that this house could be one thing; the middle group of superiors. As she gazed at the structured building, she bit her lower lip lightly and began to think. It reminded her of Loch's kind greeting to her at the bowling alley and attempt to stop a fight before the General appeared to them - a strong argument between the Lieutenant and her, actually. Then her thoughts changed to meet Wesley's perspective, how strange he was and the ways he tried to get into 'knowing her a little better'. She didn't preferably like him, in a sense, but she had no choice other than to look up at him. In a way, she felt apologetic for her quick, snapped response to him earlier that week, and had not had a chance to give her sincere apology face to face. Without thinking, her feet began to move before she could officially decide, strolling up to the superior quarters with complete confidence over her own doing. As her gladiator sandals hit the pavement and stepped up the small arriving stares that led to the porch, she let out a long sigh and lifted her hand slowly. Her fingers wrapped themselves into a small fist, flicking her wrist to begin knowing lightly on the glassed-front door in front of her without a moment to waste. When she was finished, she stood back and readied herself into saluted position before he or Loch would arrive, only to then realize she was not wearing the appropriate attire. Her position then failed and she began to untie her shirt, but it was knotted, so in another person's view, it would look as if she were fondling with her own chest rather than attempting to untie a shirted bra. Shit, her first thought was. Throwing down her hands, and withdrew a long sigh and cleared her head to think. It was a Sunday, a day where usually everyone had a break for, more than other reasons, religious cases. Maybe he too wouldn't appear the most ready, it was early after all. Closing her eyes tightly, she lifted her head and allowed them to open, putting out her hand above her brow in saluted, proper form like she was supposed to do in greetings. Luck for the poor Airmen was certainly wearing thin.

The sun was bright and shining hard this morning. Its rays seeped within the spaces of the blinds, forcing its way into the room and illuminating it in a way that was far too bright for the male. Rolling over, he took the pillow and forced it over his head. "Go away sun... nobody wants your bright ass in here.." he shouted through the soft material. Rolling onto his stomach, he pressed his face to the pillow still. Taking his hands, he balled them into tight fists and pounded them against the pillow. The force went nowhere as the material gobbled up his hand. There was no pain, no agony. Nothing to cull the anger he was feeling from the bright day which had found its way within his darkened room. "Fine, I will get the fuck up... maybe.." he said to the window. He lifted his head and stared to the blurry numbers on the clock. The numbers were hard to read as his eyes had not yet adjusted to the brights of day. Ignoring the text on the LCD screen, he grabbed the edges of his blanket and pulled it over his head. He fell into a deep sleep, finally allowed to ignore the pressing light in the room.

The alarm clock sounded hours later, but the sun was no longer pressed against the window. He whined to himself in his sleep, dreaming of being on a tropical island far from this place. Perhaps Astridax was lovely this time of year. He hadn't been there for many years now, just too focused on his work and women that he was involved with. When he was awake enough to reach and slap the alarm clock, he rolled back into his sheets. Slowly he tried to slip back into his sleep, but a knock came at the door. Growling to himself, he yelled out loud. "Loch! Get the door! Loch, get the fucking door!" he shouted beneath his covers. But there was no noise of stirring after that point. Growling again, he pulled his body from the mattress and gave a long stretch to his form. His muscles and bones popped. He stood on two feet, dressed in black boxer briefs, tight enough to see his features. He walked to the door of his room, opening it and stepped out of the room altogether. He stretched and yawned as he made his way to the front door. Still groggy and tired from sleeping for so long, he tripped slightly over the edge of the couch. He caught himself and proceeded to the door. Grabbing the knob on the main door, he opened it and stood openly in the doorway. His eyes caught a glimpse of the sexy young girl before him, adjusting her top. His eyes grew large, his brown chocolate eyes fixating on her form and moving to look at her face. "Holy crap Skyler... I mean Madison, if I would have known you were coming, I would be properly dressed.." he looked to the coat rack beside the door and quickly threw on a grey trench coat and smiled to her. "I don't think Loch is here right now, but I can tell him you came by if you want?"

A large body rolled around under covers, the sheets getting caught around him to form a cocoon of sorts. It trapped him and he was unable to move while he listened to the voice of another in the room across the hall. His door was left open and the Lieutenant was loud enough to be heard through his closed one. Wesley's grumbling drifted over to his ears and he took the pillow, placing it on top of his head. None of his body was visible and he attempted to stay hidden from sight, his body still. Apart from the man's steady breathing, all was quiet once more. He heard movement from the other room and knew the Lieutenant had gone back to a comfortable position to sleep. Slight amusement filled him at the man's actions. When one got to know him, he was quite funny and entertaining to be around. Despite their differences, Loch liked his company at times. He had unofficially decided to put behind their slight arguments, though they were mostly for the fun of messing with each other, and get to know Wesley. It would not be beneficial to let such quarrels get in the way of their work. The Sergeant knew that the higher ranking male thought of Loch as inexperienced in the army, but he had never known that he used to be in the army. He had only come to Lunari Addunt after leaving his position of General in his past and coming to serve in new parts. He had goals, and things he wanted to achieve, but they were to be unnamed until a specific time came. He did not know when such would happen, but he had to assume he would know when the time was right.

He was being woken up once more by a faint alarm clock and he realized he had fallen asleep in the middle of his thoughts. Though he could lie around all day and be lazy, there were more important things for him to do. However, some could wait. A noise sounding from the other room once more, and then someone hitting something with lazy force. The beeping stopped and sleep began to edge back into his senses, dulling everything so it was muffled. Yet again, he was disturbed - this time by a knock. Wesley began to yell at Loch to get up and answer the door, but his body refused to move. He attempted to groan in a response, but his voice didn't make a sound and he gave up, listening rather than pulling the covers off himself to watch. A creak told him that the door had opened, and then Harding's quiet astonished voice came out. The Sergeant bit back a chuckle as he realized the other man was probably wearing besides boxers. At the mention of his name, his body seemed to pick that exact moment to throw him off the bed. He landed on the ground with a loud thud, the sheets tangled around him and the pillow beside him. He struggled in the awkward silence, prying the covers off him and tossing them back onto the bed. He stood up, and moved out of his room and down the hallway, looking at the two. He grinned sheepishly at the attractive Airman, exchanging a look with the Lieutenant before looking down at his body once before, probably, feeling the same way Wesley did. All he was wearing were grey boxers. He took a step back, awkward in his attire, and looked to wear the other man had grabbed a trench coat, yet there was nothing else there. In attempt to seem less awkward, he gave a slight wave, flashing his toothy white smile. "Hey, Madison." He watched her for a moment, his expression never changing. He had always felt a kindness to her, though he had not talked to her much. However, due to her outburst at the meeting, he learned quite a bit about her. Solemn always settled over him when he thought of what she had to go through. He never had to deal with a personal experience with vampires, but werewolves were always the race he despised. They took away someone he loved, but he knew he shouldn't pity himself. It seemed almost everyone he met had lost a significant person, and his brother was the least important to others. Bringing himself back to reality, he waited for Skyler or Wesley to speak first.

Why is it that everyone becomes very attractive when they're wearing close to little clothing on their bodies? She couldn't help but wonder this fact, all the while feeling her insides churn with a surge of both flushed and excited emotions. Without noticing, her body went limp from the military form and rested casually, though some-what disturbed in a good way she could not particularly describe right then and there. Her cheeks burned, and seeing some of her reflection in the window's glass, they had turned from their usual southern tan to a vibrant, glowing red, "I.. uh.." After seeing both men, whom she worked with closely, barely dressed, she couldn't help but fight the thought, the want to touch them like they were. It was a habit, one she attempted to break but failed miserable to do so, to which had been with her since she was in college, high school perhaps. Before Wesley had been given the chance to hide his body behind a light grey buttoned trench coat, Skyler had already sized him completely in seconds. She worked fast with those kind of things. But worked faster was her mind pushing her into a position she knew she would never get the chance of. The Sergeant was exceedingly and a matter of fact very handsome, just as is the Lieutenant, which she hated to confess, but did out of not thinking. Quickly turning around, she rubbed the back of her neck and looked off towards the road leading towards the airman apartments, waving behind her with the other hand to Loch further inside, "Hey, Radke." Shutting her eyes tightly, Skyler pushed her hair out of her face and sighed, "I am so.. so so sorry for intruding. I shouldn't of come.. I just wanted to apologize for the whole argument I started at the meeting earlier this week." If it weren't for Wesley staring at her from behind, she would have sent a large palm to her forehead and probably walk away with the dignity she had left. They're hot. I wonder why Liara isn't attracted to them. said the little voice in her head, which she could not help but to agree quietly.

As an airman, it was her duty not fear anything, especially not to turn her back on her own superior. She came here for a reason, but seeing that they were indecent, she figured it'd be best for her to leave. From what she saw, Wesley and both Loch's eyes seemed tired, and judging by the scent of the Lieutenant's mouth, he had not yet brushed his teeth, let along they must've just woken up. She had always been an early bird since she was a child, so waking up at this time was natural, as that was usually when everyone woke up in the south. Maybe that's what the city does to a person, she thought, scratching the back of her head nervously before turning on her heels to face him. She jutted her thumb over her shoulder and flattened an unsteady, foolish grin on her face, "Maybe I should go.. That's all I wanted to say, unless I can come in. I don't want to disturb you guys anymore than I already have. Just.. uh.. spring cleaning. You know.." Her southern accent was thick, yet slurred with a few years of living near civilization. She meant no harm in coming here, and certainly did not want to make them get up so early just to deal with her in their personal quarters. They must not get woman around here as much, judging by the masculine items and what-nots. Her nodded her head towards the doorway to their bedroom to Loch that sat on his bed, having the audacity to cover himself up while Wesley chose to stand there in the main entrance that lead outside. Then she reminded herself of the rag in her back pocket, pulling it out and showing it to him so that he knew it wasn't an excuse of getting her out of talking to them, but she wouldn't mind helping them either. Their house did need a bit of tidying, however she wasn't going to clean it for them, she had better plans, "I can wash your car if you like.. I was doing mine a few minutes ago.." She cocked a toothy, nervous smile, her lips shaped into a perfect, quirked heart up at Wesley.

Tying the band across his waist, his eyes looked to Skyler. In this light, even after just barely waking up, he could tell she was a gorgeous girl. Finally Loch decided to open the door to his room. So the guy was home the whole time. What an interesting turn of events this was. Skyler was here, dressed in something Wesley could have only thought up in his dreams. She was sexy, her curves showed off perfectly well in the attire she had chosen. If only she wore this every day, then his life would have been complete. Taking a deep breath, he looked over her, holding his composure. He had half a mind to pull her into his room and show her he held no negative feelings to their first meeting. He would ravage her in his sheets, showing her the things he had learned over the years. His mind wandered over her body once more, while his eyes met hers. She really was a gorgeous creature. He cleared his throat, pressing his hand to the entrance of the door. "Well, Madison, it is quite alright. It was a misunderstanding and I should have handled it in a different way I guess. I will keep myself in check, if you too will do the same," he said with a smile. "But you are not disturbing me, actually I was just getting up. Getting ready for the day and all that.." He looked to the other male and then back to Skyler, seeing the rag in her tender small hands.

"Umm, let me go get dressed and I will come help you. Liara loaned me the HMMVW for a while and I know that bad boy needs a good scrub down," he said with a soft chuckle. He ran his hand through his hair, moving his locks as his hand moved from front to back, he looked down to his trench coat. "I guess I better go do that then... Be right back. I will show you where the hose is.." He walked inside the house, closing the door so she could not see inside. He moved to Loch's room and stood in the doorway. "Alright dude, I am going to help Skyler wash the HMMVW, and then I plan on seducing her, are you in for a fun time, or are you going to be a dip-shit like always? Whatever you choose, if you are game, come outside, if not, then stay in or whatever it is you do in your room." he quickly moved to his bedroom and started pulling off his underwear, changing them out for a pair of red and black striped swim trunks. He grabbed a black tank top and threw it over his head, pulling it down his stomach. He looked down at his chest and stomach, the muscles were easy to see, which made him even more proud of himself. His hard work had been showing finally. Running from the bedroom door to the front door, he opened it and stepped outside. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Skyler. Here, follow me. The HMMVW and hose are over on the side of the house." He walked past her, eying her shape once more as he passed by her. She was a lovely little thing, perfect and sexy in every way. Walking to face the vehicle, he smiled. The mud had covered the sides, the tires and even the windows, all five of them. "I think I have the car cleaning stuff in the garage behind the HMMVW. If you want to go grab it. It would be in a red bucket with a silver handle."

Emerald hues traveled down the body of the Airman, a slight smirk dancing upon his lips. She seemed so adorable standing so awkward in their presence. Her apologies were not necessary, at it was clear that they would enjoy her company. His eyes traveled to Wesley and he raised his eyebrows. The way he was looking at her seemed to be hunger, and though it was quite amusing, the fact that he was looking at Skyler like that bothered him for some reason. He took a moment to wonder whether Loch had feelings for the female. Everything about her was stunning, and it was obvious that Wesley had noticed it, as well. He wished to let his strong hands touch her body, exploring her dips and curves. Despite his desires, he stood there, not moving, while he listened to the words exchanged. A grin was plastered upon his face in seconds. It was so obvious how much the Lieutenant wanted the woman at that moment. And the Sergeant couldn't blame him. To be honest with his self, he probably wanted her even more. The way she walked with a slight sway of her hips, her smile that lit up a room and her sexy body was making it hard to resist his temptations. As apparent as it was how Harding wished to take her somewhere in private, he wished to steal her away and go rough or gentle - however she enjoyed it. She was alluring and the want for her was overwhelming. When Wesley turned to him, their gazes met and some unspoken exchange went between them for that brief moment before both males' attention were given back to Skyler.

At her offer, he bit back a small chuckle, but the feeling left as she directed it at Harding. Mentally cursing himself, Loch told his mind to stop. Why should he care? Even if he did have feelings for the Airman, that shouldn't make him jealous. The word made him cringe inside, despising the fact that he might have been truly feeling such an emotion. Soon, the door was closed and the Sergeant took a step back inside his room as the other man moved to his doorway. The offer made slight visions come to his mind and he couldn't help straighten a bit, glad no one would ever be able to see in his head. He nodded just before the other turned and went into his room to change. He did the same, closing the door and throwing on khaki shorts with a short-sleeved black shirt. He adjusted it, looking at his large build before leaving his room, a few paces behind Wesley, despite him running to the door. The man was trying to hard and Loch didn't lose his entertained expression as he walked with long strides. He moved to walk beside her as the Lieutenant led the way and he let his eyes travel down her body. He offered her a slight smile when she looked up at him, and continued on their way to the car. When he looked at the HMMVW, he was reminded of how dirty it was. He was slightly glad she had volunteered, because it was obvious the two men wouldn't have done it, and the next time someone tried to drive it, they would probably get in a wreck. He put most of his weight on his heels, leaning back and crossing his arms loosely as he watched Madison go and retrieve the bucket and other cleaning supplies. He turned, walking to the side of the house and coming back with a hose that was dripping water. In a few moments, clear liquid was pumping out of it and he grinned, handing it to Skyler. He had a feeling they wouldn't stay dry for long.

While the boys took their time changing, Skyler had already done enough work without their assistance or choice of direction. Apparently they do not know what they're working with. She's a girl from the south, not the city, work was manual and you had to perform it by your lonesome self without neat gadgets to get the work done quicker. Everything was done and molded by human bare hands, not machines, that is unless a combine, but sometimes even that we tasseled and harvest the field of corn alone. She looked at her rag and started to turn it, knotting it up into a spiral between her already dirty hands. It reminded her of home. Skyler sighed inwardly and began rounding around to the side of the house where she presumed the vehicle would be resting in the drive-way. Her brows raised as she looked at the machine, comparing it's structure compared to her beaten rusted blue Chevy she had. She whistled, only to hear the door of the house shutting in the front, which pulled her out of her awestruck reverie of ever getting a chance to take it for a drive. She bent over to grab the hose and bucket from the back of the garage, searching slowly for the faucet as she led behind towards the end of the hose until water suddenly began to gush out of it and onto the grass lawn. She looked up to see Loch's shining smile and then glanced behind her as Wesley was about to tell her where everything was at, "I'm country, I got it." Skyler winked and walked passed him back to the cat, lightly bumping his hip on the way in a flirtatious manner, "Don't underestimate us farm-girls, city boy." She smirked and kept on walking till she neared along the driver's side, bucket in hand. As her hand with the hose stayed behind her, she made sure all the windows and doors were shut before she tried to wet it down with a thick amount of water to get to started. Already mud was beginning to drain down it's sides and from every angle she noticed there was no difference from cleaning this than her pick-up, "'Yeah ever take this thing, muddin'? Sure should try it sometime. Unless.. you city folk are afraid to get a little dirty." Her lips curved into a wondrous grin as she stared at Wesley in particular. She knew that if Loch was really from the south, and that his accent was real, that he too has at least gotten to do those fun things in the country. If not, he was missing out on a real southern childhood.

Just as she had dipped her rag into the soapy water, she looked to them and smirked, playfully backing up to aim the hose at them. Putting her thumb down over the butted end where the metal ring was attached to the hose, she avoided the costs of getting wet and controlled the water to spray them, or try to at least. If they chose to run away on the other side, she'd go after them, but this car needed to get washed. She had other things to do than just play around, even if some of these men were just begging for her to touch them. Perhaps she could make an exception, but until one of them got to working, she was going to tease them, "So, Wesley.. Where you from? I've told you myself, now it's your turn." She chuckled softly and stood to the rear of the car now, bending down over the corner side to scrub against the bumper and over the metal with ease to make sure all the dirt was being washed away. This was practically nothing for her, as cleaning was a daily task back home. However, it didn't take very long to get dirty again, so taking lots of showers and washes were normal for her, especially washing the car. She wondered what the city-people had to do, other than work. Like, did they have that many differences other than having wonderful internet to entertain them? This she wondered, glancing to see Loch and Wesley standing on the sides of the car and working, she hoped, "What made you guys want to join the force in the first place?"

It's Been Two Weeks. Loch, Its Your Turn. Go or I'm Done.