This is a quick crash course in Maura's character. Nothing too heavy or serious.
Naturally, since it contains Maura, it is unsafe for work.
It was somewhat cold in the state of Mare Nubium. Even with an abundance of personal space heaters, the Moon was never meant for humans to live on long term. However, as it was mankind's nature to spread and conquer, no land could be passed without being settled upon, at least by a few.
For a certain Spartan III, conquest was more important than anything else. With the heater working overtime to keep her quarters at 74 degrees, and a single candle lit on her dresser, she'd done everything in her power to make things ambient and comfortable for her guest. Maura-B107 breathed a low, almost growling laugh as she crawled on top of her visitor, a young security guard.
Female, of course. Maura's proclivities have always been solely targeted towards the opposite sex. Typically unaugmented humans. The Spartan IVs were often straight, and willful. As for the Spartan IIIs, she'd been through most of the survivors who were open enough to experiment.
Maura liked them timid, eager, pretty, and easy to manhandle.
She took a moment to survey the landscape, so to speak. She'd hit the jackpot with this woman; a newly graduated marine from Luna's prestigious OCS academy. Long brown hair, an ample bust, and a curved, slender frame.
What's she doing, signing up to be a soldier looking like this? Maura idly thought to herself as she lowered to go for the kiss.
"Wait, wait, wait..." The mariner placed a finger on Maura's lips, stopping her cold. Maura complied, backing off somewhat hesitantly.
God fucking dammit. Maura smiled in a pleasant, welcoming manner as she sat back, ready to hear the marine out. She wants to talk...what was her name again? The Spartan III shot a quick look at the overshirt on the floor, spying the nametag. Yvette.
"What is it, Yvette? Second thoughts?" Maura's voice was even and indulgent. She hated those two words; "second thoughts" meant a fish getting off the hook, but if Yvette wanted to leave, stopping her was out of the question.
"I was just thinking..." The unaugmented, new soldier leaned forward, her white undershirt wrapped around her chest in a manner Maura could only describe as awe inspiring. "You're a Spartan. You've done so much for humanity...but I doubt you've ever been rewarded for it. Maybe you should lay back while I..."
Maura's eyes widened and her heart quickened when Yvette began lifting her shirt off. The woman batted her eyes at the Spartan III seductively as she crossed her arms, lifting the white curtain over her abs, slowly ascending to the black fabric of her bra.
"Do all the work," Yvette finished.
Yes YES YES!!! Maura genuinely grinned. She hadn't been this happy since she was given her Mjolnir armor.
Then, her brother fucked it all up.
The automatic door clicked then opened, and Yvette frantically lowered her shirt, as John-B069 entered the room, looking down at his data pad. "Yo. Maura. Bailey sent me to read off the damage reports to your armor." John looked up, spotting Yvette.
Even with his Spartan reaction time, it took him a moment.
"Oh. OOOOOOOOH. Shit." He turned to leave, but the door shut in front of him, forcing him to quickly re-open it. "My bad. My bad. Seriously. Didn't mean to interrupt. Sorry. Sorry."
He opened the door, but by some horrible prick of bad luck, it stopped halfway. Wasting no time, partially due to the awkwardness of the situation, and partially due to his horror, he simply squeezed his way through the door. It shut behind him. Maura could hear his footsteps as he sprinted through the hallway as fast as he could.
His fate was already sealed. If looks could kill, Maura's glare would have incinerated him then and there.
"...Yvette, I understand if you need a moment." Maura, with great self control, reigned in her fury and turned towards her guest with a pleasant smile.
The marine, mortified, nodded. "...Do you mind getting me a glass of water? I saw a lounge not far away with a water cooler."
Maura nodded, and yanked on some clothes. A simple jogging tracksuit sufficed to cover herself. She pressed the button on the door. "I'll be right back with your water. Make yourself comfortable."
The moment the door closed, Maura cracked her knuckles, listening for John's footsteps. He'd likely retreated to the rec room for backup.
Unforgivable. Maura's nostrils flared, and her teeth ground. UNFORGIVABLE.
To be continued later today. I hope you enjoyed John B069 while he lasted.