Editing Heretical Love (section)

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Helena sighs from her perch on her Leman Russ "noboyzallowed".
It's a hot day, and even in her very minimalist bikini she's sweating.
"Hey Helena, Admech says they can get our main gun back up and running but it's going to take a day."
Helena smiles at her best friend Sarah.
"No problem, we don't have anything much to do today anyways."

Sarah nods.
"Hey, how's that stupid brother of yours doing?"
Helena's smile fades.
"I... I don't know. He was sending letters pretty regularly but we haven't heard from him at all in a while..."

Sarah sighs as she flips through the schematic booklet "Your Lemon Russ and You: 574 Ways You Can Still Serve the Emperor But Make It a Bit Easier On Yourself."
"You know him, he probably got drunk and fucked the nearest officer or something retarded like that."
Helena laughs, but it isn't sincere.

"RAAAAA!!! You infernal machine spirit, accept this part damn you!" The Tech-priest working on the tank suddenly shouts, slamming his wrench into the tank repeatedly.
"Yo! Gearhead! Easy on the goods!" Sarah shouts down at him.

"BY THE OMNISSIAH YOU WILL TAKE THIS SENSOR AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!" He shoves the part in and the tank finally relents, a red light changing to a green.
Helena laughs, Frederick's antics having grown on her a bit since meeting him.

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The Eldar's blade nicks your shoulder just enough to draw a faint line of blood. You know you can’t keep this up forever, but the stabs are becoming slower, less passionate, until they finally cease.
Esh looks at you solemnly.

“You may have not known what you were doing, and your intentions were surely misguided at best, but you did save those souls from a fate… Indescribable. And for that I’ll spare you, at least for today.”
She sets her spear aside and sighs.
“Honestly, I leave you alone for a while and you end up dead and in the warp. You really are just a helpless stupid mon-keigh after all.”
You crouch there, on the floor of what you think is an Eldar ship or something, unsure of what to do next.
“So you aren’t going to kill me?”
Esh grabs you by the collar and throttles you back and forth.
“Not today but the next time you do something like that I won’t be nice enough to stop myself!”
She lets you go and before you know it, she’s got you in a tight hug.
“I was really worried about you… Idiot mon-keigh…”
A nearby Eldar, an older one from the looks of it, coughs quietly into his fist.
“Mistress, your dinner?”
Esh jumps to her feet and grabs her head.
“Ahh! I forgot it was still in the wraithoven!”
She grabs your hand and before you know it you are being pulled in a full on sprint through winding hallways, past more Eldar who look a bit shocked at the human in their midst.

A young hot-shot looking Eldar stops Esh in his tracks.
“Whoa babe, where you and that… uh… animal headed off to?” He asks, slyly trying to put his hand around her.
Is this fag trying to move in on your bitch? He best be not moving in on your bitch.
Before you can unleash the fury of the pimp hand, Esh kicks him.
Right in his nuts.
The blonde haired playboy’s face contorts in pain and he falls to the ground, clutching his gonads.
“I already told you I have no interest, quit trying!” Esh kicks him in the stomach before stepping on him and leading you past.
Once inside what you can only assume is an Eldar kitchen she hurridly rips open what must be the wraithoven and checks on what looks like a pie.
“Oh thank the gods, it’s fine.” She sighs in relief and closes the oven back up.
“Did you… Hug me earlier?” You finally get a chance to ask.
Esh jumps in surprise as color drains from her face. She turns back to you, cheeks quickly becoming pink than red.
“I-I-I did n-no such thing! Stupid mon-keigh!”
You grin, this is so worth it.
“Really? That felt like a hug. What do you use on your hair? It smells lovely.”
You don’t have time to dodge the pan to the face, which startles you more than it hurts as it knocks you to the ground.
“STUIPD MON-KEIGH IT WASN’T A HUG! GAHHH!” She punches a cabinet so hard it dents inward.

“Pretty sure it was a hug.” You continue, unwilling to relent.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Esh grabs a pot of boiling something and stands above you, face blazing in embarrassed fury.
You put your hands up, as though they would do anything. This might do more than sting a little.
But when you peel one eye open to look back at his, Esh sighs and sets down the dish.
“So it was a hug. You should be grateful I blessed your life with such an event, surely the high point of its dullness.”
Well you can be satisfied you got her to admit to it, at least for now.

“Anyways, what have you got cooking?” You ask, leaning over her shoulder to look at what’s in the pot.
Esh’s mind is stuttering, she’s so close to you now. “Do those lips taste as good his mind?” she wonders to herself.
You look down, noticing Esh staring intently straight at your mouth.
“Uhh… Esh?”
She catches herself and spins around, pretending to be occupied by a sizzling wok-like thing.
As much fun as you are having with Esh at the moment, trolling her hard and all that, the food smells so good you can barely stop yourself from ripping into it.

Esh looks back at you.
“Hey, mon-keigh, you are DROOLING.”
You put your jaw back into place, senses still fixed on the delicious food before you.
Esh uses what you assume has to be some kind of Eldar cooking fork to gather up a little ball of what appears to be some kind of noodle-onion-meat dish.
“You… You can try it if you want…” She says, still not looking at you as she holds out the food.
Slowly you lean in to take a bite, watching her intently for any sign of Eldar trickery. The closer you get, the harder she blushes.
You bite down and slowly back away, her eyes turn to follow you.
This taste… Dear Emprah this taste.
“So… Good…” Is all you can manage, your taste buds are busy in a full blown fiesta. “Hola mister Max, thank you very much for da food senior!”
Esh is now locked right on you, watching your expression with wide eyes.
“It’s probably the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
You see her smile giddily before catching herself and regaining her cool composure.
“Yeah well, you haven’t even tried the pie yet.”

“Really? Does it taste as good as MY MIND?”
Esh’s face becomes ashen at your words, and her mouth is agape as though she’s struggling to find something to say, having been caught completely off guard.
“Yeah, I can pick up on some things now. At least a bit.” You admit, your new power is fun but very confusing and completely unreliable. It seems like proximity might have something to do with it, because you could only sense her thoughts when you were very close to her.
Esh picks up a knife and her neck cracks as it tilts to the side, her eyes now alight with glowing white energy.
“I’m going to kill you now.” She says flatly.

But as she swings the knife down you catch her hand and with your other arm pull her in close to you.
The blade falls from her grasp and clatters noisily to the floor.
She looks up, staring into your eyes as you hold her there, neither of you moving.
“…Max…” She says quietly as you slowly bring your face closer to hers. Your lips are mere millimeters apart, and you feel Esh jump slightly as your minds collide.
“HAHAHA MON-KEIGH KISSER! MON-KEIGH KISSSSERRRRR!!!!” A little Eldar in farseer garb, no taller than your waist is running in circles around the table as she joyfully repeats herself.
“YOU LITTLE TWERP, GRAAAHHHH!!!”
Esh’s eyes flash and the little Eldar is sent flying out of the room with one last “MON-KEIGH
KISSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”
Esh furiously slams the door and begins stirring her personal recipe stew in a fit of rage.
Wait, did she really want you to kiss her?
Eyeing the wall of hanging knives mere inches from her, you aren’t sure if it’s a good idea to press the subject.
“Take a seat, it’s almost ready.” Esh says without looking back at you.

You pull out a chair and sit down.

Only you miss and, arms wind milling madly, fall face first onto the cold tile.
Esh looks back at you in disgusted awe, as if she really can’t believe what she’s seeing.
“Uhh, missed it I guess…” Your face is burning, how the fuck did you fail that hard at sitting down? How have you managed to go from cool and suave to looking like a complete retard within minutes of each other.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself…” Esh turns back to her cooking, shaking her head in disbelief.
Still, you aren’t going to let the fact that you are still rolling when completely unprompted, which only ever results in terrible, terrible things, get to you.

The food smells absolutely decadent, you’ve got a cute farseer cooking it for you, and you actually think you might have had some fun surfing with the Emporah earlier, despite the close call. Yeah, today is a pretty good way.
Esh looks like she’s found some kind of grove, humming to herself quietly as she adds a dash of one thing and a sprinkle of another.
“Dude I can’t take this anymore” You're stomach groans.

“Shut up man, at least you know you have a guaranteed thing here!” Your phallic object responds.

Esh finally decides it’s all ready and starts moving everything over to the table.
You can’t contain yourself any longer, and you reach out to snatch up one of those Eldar biscuits, the kind she gave to you the first time.
A ladle raps you hard on the knuckles.

“A proper gentleman always waits until the lady sits down first.” She says, though her anger seems faked. Her eyes unable to conceal the pride in her work and her excitement in sharing it with you.

The wait is killing you, but you don’t try any funny business as you watch her finish the setup.
She moves around the table to you and takes your plate, dishing out a generous heap of everything onto it.
You can’t help but smile as you watch her, completely in her element it seems.
Esh catches you staring out of the corner of her eye and turns away from you, her flowing red hair slightly obstructing her face but not hiding her faint smile.

“D-Don’t stare at me like that, it’s, it's, it's, its, its.”
She serves herself before taking the seat opposite you, not very far away on such a small table.
Both of you chow down, Esh eating properly and daintily, you kinda just fork-lifting heaping forkfuls of the food into your joyous mouth.
“Oh man, this is simply THE BEST.” Your stomach sighs happily.
“Ah well, at least I can see up her skirt from down here.” The curious phallic object responds. “Black lace with a pink bow, things might be looking up after all.”
Suddenly, you can’t breathe.
Your face goes white as you frantically struggle, choking on something.
Esh takes several seconds to realize what is going on, but with surprising speed she has you in a Heimlich.
It takes a few pumps, but you finally shoot out a whole meatball. It soars brilliantly straight down into a bowl of soup, which splashes all over Esh’s face.
“Gods damn it, mon-keigh…”

Esh sighs as she surveys herself, one of her favorite outfits and much of her hair now covered in chunky soup.
“Err… Really sorry about that…” Fuck, you would wreck this for yourself.
She tries to clean herself up with a napkin, but it just isn’t cutting it.

“I kinda figured you would ruin this…” She unhappily drops the napkin.
“I’m going to go wash off and change. Enjoy your meal alone, I guess.”

She leaves before you can say anything. Man, do you feel like a douche now.

“Arrrgghhh!!!” You grab your head.
“I can’t just eat without apologizing!”
So with that, you leap up and run after her.

Only you aren’t exactly sure what way she went.
Several minutes pass of your “Hey uh, did you see a farseer go by here, bout this tall and covered in soup?” before you finally figure out which room is hers.
It takes you just as long to discern how the door mechanism works, a series of buttons and a touch screen thing. You finally punch it in frustration and it answers “passcode accepted”, though you don’t know this because you don’t speak Eldar.
You walk in to the dark room, which is incredibly tidy.
Well, except for the pile of clothes that Esh was just wearing.
“Oh no. No no no.”

Too late, another door in the room opens and your fate is pretty much sealed.
Esh stands there, fully outlined in the light beyond. She’s still dripping wet, and frozen in place, the towel against one side of her face. You can see everything, perky pink nips, smooth grassless field, everything.

“I’m going to die now, aren’t I?”

“Painfully so.”

You tense up as she builds up speed for a running death-kick which will surely knock your face through the back of your skull.
She’s going so fast, in fact, that she doesn’t notice the clothes on the floor.
“Huh?!” She trips, stumbles, but can’t regain her balance.
You are thrown backwards as the naked Farseer crashes into you, both of you tumbling end over end across the dark room.
Finally both of you skid to a stop, and it looks like you’ve managed to come out on top.
Esh is trembling, wide eyed, and has her arms around you. Neither of you move for what feels like a very long time.
Throwing caution to the wind, you lower your face and plant a kiss on those tender pink lips.
“HA HA, MON KEIGH KISSERRRRRR!” The little Eldar yells from the open doorway.