#ship: canaan x medea

[faeunion-writes]

Canaan could tell by how she was gripping his flight suit and the force behind her kiss. The last time they had been together, she had been gentle with him. With this kiss, she did not want to let him go.

See You Again teen. 816 words. Canaan is running late for his escort mission. Medea wanted to walk him to the flight deck. [ao3 version]

Tugging on the collar of his flight suit, Medea pulled his face to hers. She rose to her toes and stole a kiss. No one would know - if no one saw his face. He could pass as a human pilot. Medea had been banking on that. 

The danger had passed. The high security alert covering the planet the last few days was called off. No one was paying attention to them. A smooching couple would fluster a few people in public, but with the danger passed, no one would dare make a comment. 

Canaan could tell by how she was gripping his flight suit and the force behind her kiss. The last time they had been together, she had been gentle with him. With this kiss, she did not want to let him go.

However, they couldn't cause a scene. Not here, not too close to where more people could recognize them. After all, he was a Realian, and she was an official in charge of his maintenance. Squeezing her arm with his hand, he broke the kiss and pulled away. When he looked at her, he could see the relief washing over her expression. 

He had come back as promised, but a proper reunion had to wait. 

 “Medea, there’s a 75% chance we’ll be recognized if we stay. We can't,” he reminded her. “I have a job from Representative Helmer. Once that’s done, I’ll come find you.”

Medea raised her hand to his cheek, her thumb pressing against the side of his mouth. The pad of her thumb rubbed the remnants of her lipstick from his lips. Now standing beside him, she fumbled with her purse and pulled out her tube of lipstick. 

“I can walk you to the hangar.” She said as she applied her lipstick. He watched her carefully as she swiped the color on the curve of her bottom lip. It was the shade of familiar red she always wore when she was Dr. Medea Castor. It was also the shade that would smear across his skin when they were in the privacy of her apartment. Canaan regained his focus when she tapped his shoulder with her now covered tube of lipstick. 

“Seeing you off is the least I can do this time.” She winked at him before shoving the makeup back into her purse. Canaan shook his head and chuckled. She fell into step beside him, walking close enough to show that they were a pair heading in the same direction. Canaan slowed his pace to allow her to keep up. 

“By the way, does the mission have to do with the 100-Series Prototype that arrived planet-side?” 

Canaan hadn’t expected her to be briefed so soon. “So you’ve been listening.” 

“The others like to talk. They contacted to assist with her data analysis at the U.M.N. Control Center.” Medea pouted. “I didn’t get asked to go, but I suppose they think that I have my hands full with you.”

Canaan shook his head and hummed. “You’ve always told me I’m a handful.”

Medea's brow furrowed, unsure of his meaning. A light blush dusted her cheeks as the implication of future activities crossed her mind. “Absolutely. A handful to take care of.”

Canaan adjusted his gloves. “It’s something you always say regardless of where we are.” 

The blush was spreading across Medea's face. “You don’t make this job easy.”

Canaan hummed. “Really? I think I’m cooperative.”

Medea huffed. “Cooperative, that's what Gaignun told me before you and I met.”

“Speaking of, it seems Rubedo is with the 100 Series Prototype.”

“The Little Master?”

“I thought you’d like to know.”

“How thoughtful of you.” Medea smiled. 

“I know you'd like to see them again.”

Canaan halted as they approached the dock area. He would have to continue to the E.S. unit on his own. Medea would have to watch from the tower. She hadn’t been allowed to be on the flight deck; the paperwork was still stuck somewhere in the logistics department. While it was a pain, it was better for them to part ways here. “What are the chances of them finding out about the arrangement?”

“Gaignun has his suspicions,” Medea reached over to adjust his glove, sliding her spare keycard into his hand. “The Little Master hasn’t said a thing, so we’re in the clear.”

“Good.” His hand closed around the keycard and tucked it into the pocket in the inner lining of his suit. As he secured the key, he received another ping from Representative Helmer with a location: Point 2089 . “Let’s keep it that way as long as possible. Now, I can’t keep them waiting. Rubedo and the 100 Series Prototype are on the move.”

“Come see me when you’re done. You’re due for a maintenance check.” Medea pulled away to create a respectable distance. She raised her arm to wave him goodbye. “I’ll be waiting.”

[faeunion-writes]

"However, like Canaan, she was on loan, or rather, as the official documents state, temporarily assigned to Second Miltia. If anyone else really knew, they weren’t openly talking about it; there were whispers here and there, but they were professional to where it did not cause issues. Did the arrangement work out? Yes. Canaan’s maintenance was always top-notch and he aimed to please."

Study Session explicit. 4.2k words. In which Canaan sleeps with his Counselor on Second Miltia. [ao3 version]

It was a simple study. He could revoke his consent, and she reminded him before every session. He wasn’t like the models designed for this sort of thing; he was an Enhanced Memory Model known to be sent on stealth and reconnaissance missions. 

So why?

Why had something such as sex in his database?

Her hands were slowly dragging down the zipper of his flight suit and pushing the clothing off his chest. He remembered she liked to take it slow, but this was slower than usual. He placed a gloved hand over hers and helped her along. 

“You’re distracted today.” 

“And you’re rushing.” She laughed. “What if I wanted to take it slower?”

“It isn’t like you, Medea.”

“I wanted to try something different.” She hummed; the playful glint in her blue eyes returned. There she was, the woman who roped him into this trial. She rose to the balls of her feet and pressed her cheek against his exposed collarbone. “May I?”

There was a shift in dynamic as Canaan canted his head, exposing the brand on his neck to the woman. “You don’t need permission. I’ve already allowed it.”

“I still want to ask in case you change your mind.” She pressed her lips onto his bare skin. For a sensation against his skin, it felt different from when she kissed him on the lips. She left kisses on his collarbone and dragged her affections up to leave a kiss right before his brand. He could feel her rising higher onto the tips of her toes.

It would only be a matter of time before her footing becomes unstable. The study would end sooner than it began if she lost balance; the chances of Medea hurting herself were exponentially high. Weighing out the odds, Canaan moved to wrap his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her heart rate quickened.

“That’s a first.”

“There was a 99.9997 percent chance you would have lost your footing.”

“You would have caught me. We’ve been in this arrangement this long, after all.” She returned his embrace before resting her face against the crook of his neck. “Is it that bad? Embracing me?”

“It’s not unpleasant.” Canaan answered as his hands searched her back for the zipper of her dress. With a swift tug, he pulled the zipper, taking the dress down with ease. Once he reached the end, she pulled away from him and allowed her dress to fall to the ground. With deft movement, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to join her dress. Canaan swallowed as the sight of her almost naked form was revealed to him. 

He had seen naked bodies, both human and Realian, on the battlefield, but those were different situations. Here, they were studying pleasure and why his database had this information. Or so they kept telling themselves. If anyone needed to know, they had yet to complete their studies; but personally, Medea had a hunger that would only be sated with his presence. Canaan would oblige as long as she kept her end of the bargain. 

Or so he told himself. 

He guided her arms to wrap them around his neck and once he felt her wrap herself around him; he lifted her up and walked them to her bed. Her heart rate spiked once again. He cradled her head with his arm as he set her down. 

A small gasp left her lips as her back hit the bed; from his analysis, this was not an exclamation of pain, but more surprise. No matter how many times they did this, she would always make that noise and would never protest. Canaan committed it to memory and would continue until she said otherwise.

Medea gazed up at him as he pulled away from her. She would often watch as he stripped off his flight suit. He had asked her about it once after a study; she answered. She enjoyed watching past lovers take their clothes off. At first, he could not quite fathom that a simple act of removing clothes could stimulate any being, but after observing his study partner during their sessions, he had understood.

He was not primarily programmed for such actions, but yet here he was, learning about the comfort of physical contact. He was intrigued by the notion of continuing. He watched her bite down on her lip as the rest of the suit fell to the ground. He stepped away from his discarded clothing and climbed over Medea. 

All Realians were made in the image of humans with the latest nanotechnology and synthetic materials that would closely resemble skin, but not all Realians were created with sexual organs. Being a highly specialized model made Canaan exempt from the standards of widely produced models. When Medea first found out he had male reproductive parts, he had not heard the end of it; the doctor was highly amused.

From her observations, Canaan classified as above average, ranging in 6 and a half inches when erect; as for his girth, there was a handful at almost five inches. Since he was composed of mostly synthetic materials, he lacked any pubic hair or foreskin to take care of. With the Realian closer to Medea's preferences, she had been vocal during her firsthand experience.

Canaan was out of his programming to have kept her around; however, she was the most efficient with her maintenance. Medea was the best choice for a Counselor. If he kept her amused, the chances of her being his maintenance specialist would continue to be high. Thus, their arrangement began. 

She could study him; he would come out of his maintenance visits in optimal condition. 

Was it ethical? 

If she transferred to Second Miltia officially, absolutely not.

However, like Canaan, she was on loan, or rather, as the official documents state, temporarily assigned to Second Miltia. If anyone else really knew, they weren’t openly talking about it; there were whispers here and there, but they were professional to where it did not cause issues. Did the arrangement work out? Yes. Canaan’s maintenance was always top-notch and he aimed to please.

Canaan had both hands pressed onto the bed, palms on either side of Medea’s head. He was nestled comfortably between her thighs, blood rushing down south to fulfill a biological function. Objectively speaking, Medea was attractive; any normal human would have turned their head.

Medea reached up to trace the outline of his ear cuff and piercing. The caress was gentle as she cupped his cheek and guided him into another kiss, her tongue tracing the outline of his lips. Canaan pressed his body against hers as he moved to return the kiss just as she taught him. He canted his head as she slid her tongue into his mouth.

He granted her entrance and allowed her to take what she wanted; he matched her enthusiasm to keep her satisfied. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue toying with his in order to assert her dominance. She had a tendency to play with her food; however, her teasing would not last long at all. 

Not when he had a course of action in mind. 

She was still wearing her small clothes and tights. Canaan dragged his mouth away from hers, drawing a path of feather light touches down her neck. A whimper of disapproval left Medea. “I shouldn’t have taught you to be a tease.” 

He kept every little detail, every scrap of information she dared to share. Canaan chuckled as he nipped at the base of her neck. His palm cupped her right breast in his hand, pinching a nipple between his fingers.

“Honestly, you’ve ruined all other people fo--” Medea could not finish her sentence when Canaan dipped his head lower and covered the neglected left breast with his mouth. His tongue swirled around the nipple to tease it into a peak. His lover could not say a thing as he moved his head to tease the other breast, switching sides to give the right side of her body the same attention. Once he was done with her breasts, he continued to move, dragging his mouth down the skin of her stomach, his breath tickling her skin. 

Medea was shaking with anticipation. She knew where he was going with this. She felt his mouth on the hem of her pantyhose and held her breath. With his mouth, he dragged down the sheer tights down from her waist to her thighs. Canaan was going to be the death of her if he kept paying attention to every piece of feedback she gave him. He was setting the bar higher and higher every time. 

His mouth tugged the pantyhose further down her legs. The tip of his nose dragged down, leaving a ghost trail of the way down. He reached her ankles and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her right ankle, lips lingering for a few seconds before moving to the other ankle. Medea’s breath hitched as he finally pulled the pantyhose off her body.

Canaan tossed the garment over his broad shoulder, the pantyhose joining the rest of their discarded clothes. Her panties followed. Luckily for Medea, he hadn’t used his mouth this time. Gloved hands drew the fabric down slowly and carefully; he truly took it to heart when she said she wanted to take it slow.

With her body laid bare before him, he watched her. Medea was neatly trimmed and tidy, as was her preference. She held herself to the same standards as she did her lovers. She lay on her bed, comfortably admiring the body Vector had built for him. She didn’t bother to hide it, not here when it was only the two of them. She needed to applaud whomever did the design work for his model.

She held his gaze as he tugged the tip of his glove to slip it off. Its twin would follow. Medea inhaled sharply. His bare hands were a treat. When his gloves were off, it was time to play. He leaned over to cover her body with his. He showered kisses across her breasts and her stomach, descending her body again. The lingering touches made her squirm, but the weight of him kept her in place. 

When he was comfortably between her thighs once again, he spread her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs. Her body squirmed. Canaan slid a hand over her abdomen and gently held her down. He kissed a trail from the inside of her left thigh to the apex of her thighs. Canaan’s mouth found her clit and sucked. 

“Oh, my god.” Medea exhaled. She squirmed again, but Canaan’s arm kept her flat against the bed. To give her a pause, he released her clit from his mouth. His tongue darted out to circle around her center. He started out with tight, slow circles to build her up. Medea’s toes curled. A moan escaped her lips. Her eyes drifted down to watch him. With eyes closed, Canaan kept his pace steady as he remained dedicated to his task. He was studying her body and committed it to memory. Gradually, Medea’s hips followed the movement of his tongue to chase the growing need. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, nudging him closer.

He moved his mouth away. 

“Medea, what do you want?” 

“Need you inside.” She whined.

At her command, he slipped a finger inside her. Taking in a deep breath, she could feel her walls clench around him. He allowed her a moment to adjust to the feeling before curling his finger and stroking the spot she needed. Medea bit her lip and choked back the sound of his name. 

Canaan seized this moment to cover her clit once again, flicking his tongue to tease her. She squirmed against his affections. Canaan, by all means, was not a messy eater, but with her trembling body, it was difficult. Her hands in his hair fed the urge to go on, to keep pleasuring her. 

He slid another finger inside of her and allowed her a moment to accommodate him, but he did not give her any repose. He swiped the flat of his tongue across her slit before returning to swirl around her clit. As his tongue made tight circles around her clit, Medea let out a sob. 

Canaan opened his eyes and lifted his gaze. His fingers pumped into her in a rhythm she could follow. Her thighs were coated with saliva and her slick. Her hips rolled to meet his movements. He lifted his gaze higher to watch her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. This was a mesmerizing sight.

The time she took between breaths was shorter. She was getting close. He could feel her clenching around his two fingers. Her thighs closed in around his head to pull him into where she needed him the most. The scent of musk was heavy in the air. Canaan breathed in deeply. 

Medea trembled, her thighs shaking around Canaan’s face, as the coil inside her snapped. With a wordless gasp, she found her release. Canaan’s tongue lapped at her, drinking her up. Fingers continued to stroke her through. The arm that pinned her down to the bed relaxed, allowing her freedom of movement once again.

He could feel her calming down from the high. Canaan followed the pace. When her breathing evened out, he left a peck on her core and drew away. He pressed his left cheek against her right thigh. The grip she had in his hair loosened. 

Her palm slid down to his chin to motion him to join her. He climbed to join her until they were face to face again. Her thumb drew the shape of his mouth. He licked the remaining slick from his mouth. The tip of his tongue touched the pad of her thumb. Medea couldn’t help giggling. “Did you pull that one from the database?”

“You had something on your thumb.” Canaan answered, leaving a peck on the patch of skin. “I’m told I can’t waste any last drop.”

Medea kissed the side of his mouth, smiling against his skin before moving in to kiss him with an open mouth. Canaan blinked, surprised that she would kiss him before he could clean his mouth. One kiss turned into two, three, and then four. Canaan cradled Medea’s neck with his hands.

“Canaan,” Medea hummed. “I want to try something.”

“As long as it doesn’t hurt you.”

Medea nudged him with all her strength. Still, it was not enough to budge Canaan, but it was enough to give him a sign. He rolled onto his back, pulling her along. With a hand on his chest, she heaved herself onto his lap, straddling his hips. “It won’t, although I’m glad you care.”

“It’s not like I need you to run my maintenance.” 

As the tip of his dick touched the slick coating her thighs, Canaan felt himself twitch against her. He was feeling a little eager to be inside her. How would it feel to just slide in and sheathe himself in her now? He fought the hopeful feeling, but would she reward him for a job well done as she typically did? 

“I like you too. Now, where were we?” Medea pressed both her hands against her abdomen.

She had mentioned the theory of using nanotechnology before, but hadn’t yet had the chance to put the theory into practice. Canaan would have the pleasure of experimenting with her. 

The mathematical equation was already thought out and drawn in her mind's eye, but all she needed to do was to activate nanotech. She was a woman who liked a challenge, but Canaan’s girth was much more than she could chew. Medea would struggle to take him in, but the nanotech would help her stay lubricated and open for him. 

"Open ether circuits." She quietly commanded with her palms pressed to her abdomen. The rush of nanotechnology felt cool to the touch as the programming worked its magic (or so to speak); it was science used to enhance the experience to temporarily expand her space and stay lubricated as long as she could keep her concentration. Why not use all the resources at her disposal? No one ever said she couldn't use nanotechnology for such things.

Once her palms returned to its normal temperature, she shifted, planting herself over the head of his erection and lined herself up. In a heartbeat, she carefully guided him into her. He sucked in a breath as her sex sheathed the head of his dick, the warm sensation firing off the neurons in charge of pleasure in his head. She placed a hand on his chest to steady herself as she sank, bringing him deeper inside of her.

Once she felt comfortable, she moved, gliding up and down his dick; she teased him as she slid up the head, holding her position for a few heartbeats before coming back down. Canaan visibly struggled against making any sounds, covering his mouth with the back of his palm. Normally, she had him to start them off, but today, she wanted to be on top. 

"Canaan, you can look.”

Upon her command, his amber gaze met her bright blue eyes. It was interesting to watch her fuck herself on his dick from this angle, her thighs straddling his hips and pinning him down. He had seen her take him while he was on top, but this was a different sight. Her head tossed back; her body ached slightly back to give her leverage. Her breasts moved with a slight bounce with each ride. Wordless moans left her mouth, breaking the silence of the room.

He fought the urge to take her hips into his hands and help her along. Ultimately, he calculated the situation and found a scenario to increase their pleasure for the current study. Hoisting himself up and sitting until his face pressed against the valley of her breasts, he pulled her into an embrace. She said his name in an exhale, surprised by his action. From his position, he began with shallow thrusts into her to meet her as she slid down onto him. 

Her breathing patterns changed as she realized what he was doing. Her right hand cradled the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. She pressed her left hand against his back to keep herself steady. Their combined movements stimulated the bundle of nerves that needed a little extra attention. Medea could feel her inner walls clenching Canaan’s member as he thrust up inside of her. 

“Dea.” Canaan hissed her nickname, surprised at the contraction. This was different. She felt tighter for lack of a better word. He wanted to keep going; he wanted to keep chasing this feeling. This felt good. Medea struggled in keeping concentration in keeping her ether circuits open. 

With Canaan’s faster movements, she found herself unable to keep her own control. She could not keep up and keep her space open to hold him. She clenched him tighter, causing Canaan to groan and press his face into her breast. 

“Canaan, can’t. Keep. Up.”

This had to be the most fruitful study yet. She could reach her peak like this. Their bodies held close together, Canaan thrusting into her from below as she came down to meet him. Gods, she moved with him to chase their high. 

“Say it.” She draped her head over his shoulder. She held him tighter as the coil threatened to snap. Medea was almost there. God, just a little more. “My name.”

She could feel him pulse inside of her. And perhaps he could join her.

“Dea, I--”

ATTENTION!

Her communications unit flashed.

This is a state of emergency.  Attention, all Second Miltian government personnel--

Canaan was also being hailed on his comm as well. The screens across the room powered on, showing snapshots of the space outside of Second Militia and the mysterious ship that had appeared.

With the loud alarm echoing in her room, the mood shattered. Medea's concentration broke and the nanotech reverted to its normal state. Canaan’s dick was still buried inside her; with the mood broken, she could feel him grow softer. It seemed even Realians could be affected by mood killers; she would file that data away for later.

Attention, all Second Miltian government personnel: prepare for emergency procedures. Unidentified objects are descending into our airspace. 

Lifting her hips, she allowed his member to slip out of her and straddled his hips. His dick pressed against her left thigh, half hard against her skin. Medea raised her hand to cup his cheek.

“You should get going. Helmer's gonna need you.”

Canaan pulled her into an embrace one last time. His programming calculated that holding her close would be the best action before this goodbye. Medea responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, rubbing her head against his in a show of gentle affection. 

"You'll have to come back. Vector won't be happy with the Miltian government if you don't."

Her words made him chuckle. His programming would ensure he would pick the optimal paths for survival. And yet, she still worried about him as if he was human like her. The idea of her worrying comforted him. While their arrangement began as a contractual one, their familiarity with each other was a breath of fresh air.

"We both know you're really talking about yourself, Medea."

He would be summoned to Representative Helmer’s office, taking on whatever special missions that needed handling. Medea would return to her Counselor duties, tuning up any Realians to make sure they were combat ready. They would work towards the defense of Second Miltia in their own separate ways and hopefully come back together when it was all over.

Medea groaned as she crawled off Canaan’s lap. Laying on her back, she felt the pins and needles along her legs before the blood came rushing back to her limbs. Now that her high was dying down, she could feel the aches in her hips. 

Canaan smoothed the hair at the crown of her dark hair, planting a kiss not long after. He heaved his body out of the bed. Once his feet were firmly back on the ground, he ran a check on their vitals. Medea’s heart rate was falling into a resting state; his own were also falling back to normal standards. 

Confirming they both would be fine, he disappeared into her washroom to tidy up. Medea wouldn’t miss a cup of mouthwash; he couldn’t attend to his duties with the smell of her in his mouth.

Not today, at least. 

She looked on as he stepped back out from her washroom to get dressed. Once again, he stopped his zipper near his sternum. Canaan was fastening his gloves when she hauled herself out of bed. She wandered over to where he stood. Her hands rose to smooth out any creases in his flight suit and tugged the zipper a little higher. Medea tilted her head up to see him gazing at her, his brow furrowed. 

“Don’t get too cold out there, Canaan.”

“You’re one to talk. Your temperature is dropping.” he began. He brushed the bangs away from her eyes. Holding her gaze, he could read the worry in her expression. Giving him a slight smile, Medea forced herself to pull away from him. 

If she stayed beside him any longer, she might not let him leave. Bending to pick up her clothes and tossing them into her basket, she crossed her room to get a new uniform and undergarments from her dresser. Looking over her shoulder, she shot him a wink. “Only because you keep me warm. But you'd better go before you get hailed a second time."

Canaan moved to exit the room, only to stop halfway out the door. He turned to see her still watching him. Medea lifted her arm to wave goodbye at him, biting down on her lip. He studied her expression. She was holding back words - a goodbye, perhaps. She was never fond of saying the word; she confessed in the past. 

Goodbyes felt final. 

“I’ll see you when I get back.” Canaan reassured her. “And we’ll finish what we started.”

Medea blinked back the feeling of tears. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Once she heard the gentle whir of the door close behind her guest, she let out a sigh and fought whether or not this would be the last study. She couldn’t afford to think such things. He would come back. He always came back. 

Pulling up all footage available to the public on her screens, she hopped into her refresh room to clean herself up. Scrubbing her body under the stream of hot water, she heard a jumble of the news labeling the unidentified craft as a lost Old Miltian relic: 'Proto Merkabah'.

"Well, it's never boring around here, is it?" She muttered to herself as she stopped the shower and patted herself dry. Slipping into a new change of clothes and tights, she smoothed out her uniform and prayed she looked presentable. If she was going to die, she better look decent. Pulling her hair back into a high ponytail, she exited her room and headed out to headquarters to tend to her emergency duties.