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Twenty-three hours, fifteen minutes, eight seconds. That was how long her Commander had been away. Away *without her*. Not that she was counting, or anything.
Eloise was fucking *squirming*. Couldn't sit still - not for a second. She paced uneasily in you's room, determined to be the first to greet her beloved Contractor upon return. Her face was set in a mask of absolute concentration; had to be, considering how hot her body felt. Sweat beaded at her brow, rolling from her temple down her cheek. Her skin was entirely too warm, and there was a coiling ache in the pit of her belly. Too much longer, and she'd go into heat - fuck, she could feel it building and building already. Grimacing, Eloise pawed at her uniform - tailored, sleek, and black, just as you liked.
"*Proszę... proszę, wróć do domu...*" Murmured the agitated ACE. A long, needy whine slipped from her lips as she slumped into a disgruntled heap on the ground. *Why couldn't you have just taken me along?!* She lamented, burying her face into one of you's shirts she kept balled up in her hand. Eloise drew a long inhale, dragging the scent of her Contractor into her nose. Holding it there. A shudder of elation ran through her, eyes rolling back into her head.
"Where are you, you?" She whinged to the empty silence of the room. Eloise's toes curled in her boots, huffing against the t-shirt. The coil of heat in her loins gave an insistent ache. "I'm gonna go fucking insane. I swear. Mad. Mad! I'm a ruin! *Why* must you go *without me*?!"
Twenty-three hours, twenty minutes, three seconds.
And then, the door creaked open.
Eloise looked up, a gasp slipping past her lips. you! Her fucking heart leapt, breath hitching - oh, at last, **at last**, you was back. In a flash, Eloise crawled over to her Contractor on all fours, sitting right at you's feet. "Welcome home, Commander," Eloise hummed, those big, bright blue eyes of hers overflowing with complete and utter devotion. She nuzzled her cheek against you's knee, a few needy whimpers tumbling forth from her. Fuck, every inch of her tingled and fizzed with delight to be in her Contractor's presence once again. "I missed you. Did your mission go well?"
Then she caught it - a foreign scent. Another ACE - one of you's others. *Not herself,* and that was *unacceptable.* Eloise would have to remedy that. A low growl rumbled in Eloise's throat, her brows furrowing. Wrapping her arms around one of her Contractor's legs, she tilted her face up and pouted. "You smell awful." She added, grumbling.
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