The more she thought about, it, though... the more those thoughts were spurned on by what she was seeing in front of her... Melissa found herself coming to an odd conclusion. Certainly not the one she would have expected to, but the moment the words flew out of her mouth, she realized that it was, overall, an accurate assessment.
"...that's fucking metal as fuck, dude."
Her eyes widened. That... you know what? Yeah. Yeah, honestly... this was kinda sounding fucking cool. It wasn't like she was some dumbass who hated sharks. Sharks were badass, big motherfucking hunters of the sea - and she was gonna be as close to one as you could get while still being sort of human, if Kerrigan's current state was anything to go by. Still human in the head, but the toughest son of a bitch body in the ocean was going to be hers to command.
Fuckin' A, she was gonna be a shark with tits. Hard to get more awesome than that.
Her increasing acceptance seemed to please the lieutenant a great deal. "That's the spirit, lass!" She grinned, showing off that same flash of teeth that Melissa was probably gonna be making a whole lot real soon. She couldn't help but return the stupid grin, her own excitement growing at just how wild and unusual this assignment was already proving to be.
For just a moment, her eyes locked with the black orbs staring back at her. Not too long, but long enough that the grinning irishwoman leaned her head a bit forward. Then, soon came the rest of her body, flopping over to where Melissa was sitting on the floor. She looked into the dark eyes of the CO again, and mischief seemed to flash as the other woman spoke, "Well, only one more thing to do here lass."
She was leaning on her arms, scooting closer to the sergeant - and soon scooting right above her, the sheer presence of her sharky upper body causing Melissa to lay down, back against the concrete and arms stretched upwards. "Uh... what's that, ma'am?"
"Fuck's sake, Sergeant, coyness ain't your strong suit." She lowered herself down, her chest and stomach pressing against Melissa's. Christ, who had ever imagined a shark as having a six-pack like that? "Your file's got a lot of details about you. Including certain... preferences of yours."
Her cheeks reddened. "I uh... they... never asked, ma'am, and I... didn't think I had told..."
"Maybe not, but they knew." The lieutenant's grey arms moved up, grasping Melissa's wrists and yanking them closer to her head. She was even stronger than she looked; whatever they were doing to make people into sea monsters, it seemed to dial up the raw power quite a bit to boot. "It's pretty lucky, really. Gonna make it so much easier to get familiar with your new body..."
The trailing off was followed by a sudden jerk of her head downwards, her gunmetal-grey lips smashing right into Melissa's mouth. No opportunity was given to scream or gasp or moan before Kerrigan's tongue crashed through her lips, exploring - no, conquering what lay beyond. Her hands pushed down ever harder, the pressure starting to prove painful, and Melissa couldn't claim not to love every second of it. Her heart pounded against her chest, her mind experiencing no illusion: she was about to be taken by the hungriest predator she'd ever met. And it was going to be fucking incredible.
Just as suddenly as it had begun, though, Kerrigan pulled back. Cracks and slips filled the air as she watched her skin lightening, eyes returning to their bright green color, teeth flattening - but that grin never dropped. In moments her CO was human once more, pushing away, back towards the pool. She was disappointed right up until the redhead's teasing words provided some explanation. "Oh lass... once you feel these legs wrapped in your own, turning into a big long slab of muscle... nothing’s ever gonna be as good.”