<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hailey Birrell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Firing Range<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Keen to show her appreciation<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The removal of the glass shards had a surprisingly sobering effect, through the pain-fueled shots of adrenaline passing through her system, Hailey clenching her teeth throughout the ordeal to keep from crying out, although it wasn't enough to prevent the occasional strained moan of pain.<br/><br/>When Jena had finished with the glass, her follow-up inspections brought an all too different kind of moan to Hailey's lips, and although she couldn't see it, a drop of pre-cum to the floor between her legs.<br/><br/>Hailey brought her arms back, pushing herself up to meet Jena's face and she kissed the Texan sweetly before meeting her gaze.<strong>"I'd actually like to show you how grateful I am, I think that'd be a good start to my recovery"</strong>she answered, her words free from the slight slur they'd previously carried.<br/><br/>Carefully, she stood up from the crate, her pants around her ankles and her ass smarting,<em>There's no way I'm getting those boots off, so I guess the pants are staying</em>Hailey considered, pulling them up to thigh height to make it easier to approach Jena.<br/><br/>She brushed a strand of hair away from Jena's face as she moved in to kiss her deeply, one hand pulling their heads together, whilst the other hand stroked at her back.  Hailey wanted to take her time, knowing that short of an alien attack, the rest of the squad would be busy for a while.<br/><br/>Hailey took Jena's hand and lead her up to the observation room over the shooting range, closing the door behind them and locking it.  She pulled their bodies together again and resumed her display of appreciation, one hand sneaking into the Texan's pants as they kissed.