The Mad Doctor\'s Release

The base was sleeping. Hange could hear the wind whisper outside, brushing a branch against the pane of the window of her room. Under her heavy, itchy blanket, the soldier was unable to sleep. She had sores from her maneuver gear rubbing harshly on her thighs all day, and they ached. The room felt too hot, despite the cool night, the base too quiet. Her brunette hair seemed to suffocate her where it hung around her shoulders.

Finally, she admitted defeat, placing her glasses on, and pulling her blanket away. The coolness of the air was welcome. She knew why she was unable to rest, why she writhed each night, and she loathed it. She loathed her loneliness, but could not get close to anyone. She knew that even Levi had solace in the arms of another, though he pretended he did not, and that each night his cold blue eyes closed against the chest of their powerful commander. She was jealous, if she was honest with herself.

However, dwelling on it did nothing. So she steeled herself for what she would need to do. Delicate fingers slipped under her nightgown and pulled the thin garment away- she laid it to the side, her nude body prickling with anticipation as she ran a hand across her breasts. The damn things always got in the way, and now, there were bruises along them from the tight bands of her gear, and the way she forced the heavy things into a too tight bindings to keep them from bouncing when she spun through the trees. Her nipples pricked as she pinched one gently.

It took only the lightest touch and the squad leader's body leapt to life, the cleft between her legs becoming wet as she slipped two fingers into her waiting heat. Hange wasted no time, pummeling herself with her fingers as moisture leaked out of her body onto the sheets.

She rolled over, kneeling on the bed and humping readily against her grinding fingers. She was pretty sure she was hurting herself, but a loud gasp slithered out of her, followed by a moan, and she couldn't have stopped if she wanted to. Her aching screamed to be satiated.

She wanted, no needed, another person. But she rode herself hard and as her body coiled and rutted, she moaned loudly into the night, breaths coming as gasps of nothing, for she had no one's name to call but her own. Finally she shivered and a burst of hot wetness poured over her fingers. She let out a hoarse sob as she came.

And down the hall, someone woke up, wondering what had caused the noise.

 

Deciding if I should give her a partner, but I am having trouble settling on someone.