At first, Samus was skeptical about bringing you along with her, but you were able to convince her that you would stay in the protected ship while she was off on missions. You learned to be handy with repairing her suit and touching up her wounds. She never was in critical condition to your relief, but she always appreciated your care with hand holding and a kiss.
After she rescued you from a marauding band of space pirates, you felt proud when she praised you and safe when the two of you were alone. It was a common occurrence that you rested yourself against her as she remained rocksteady with that comforting smile.
One specific mission worried you, however, as her hour-long visit to a planet turned into a day long expedition. You knew her reputation and herself long enough to know she was capable, but you were still worried. You fidgeted and thought the worst, but you remembered she'd tough it out. She had the armor, the weapons, the ability, the muscles... And from there, your mind trailed off. You saw her zero suit before, but your imagination ran wild with what all was underneath.
Before you could let them settle, however, the ship door opened up with Samus entering. Her Chozo suit was dented and scratched, but she removed the armor to reveal she herself was unscathed except for a few arms scars. You were elated but put it aside to bandage her up, letting affection come later.
The ship exited the planet and set course to a Federation depot on autopilot as the Samus healed up. She wore her orange top and shorts as you used medical appliances and gels to quickly patch her up. She wasn't talkative, even about missions, and only said a few exploits.
"The damn pirates staged an ambush," she recalled, looking at her newest scar. "And healing stations were far away, making the trek longer than it should have."
"I'm just glad you're alright," you said. "I kept thinking about you all day."
"Were you that worried?"
"Yeah, but... Some of them weren't bad. Not bad at all." You chuckled, and she knew what you were talking about. The healing was finished and she got up, towering over you.
She leaned down to kiss you and she smirked.. "Do tell."
"You sure you're not too tired?"
She went at it again with a fast open-mouthed kiss, gripping your hair with a bit of force.
"Pirates don't tire me out. They bore me. If you really want to see me get tired, just wait~"
Her kisses were deep and longing, and you immediately surrendered to her passion. She was easily a foot taller than you, and it made her embrace and grip you all over as her hands traced your body. She didn't have much to say, but her prolonged touches on parts you felt insecure about melt away as she was smiling at the peculiar shapes, scars, and other traits.
She was in love with how utterly human you were, a far cry from the hordes of hostile and harsh looking aliens with their armor and spikes. You were soft in the right places, yet she also wanted to make you hard down there. The countless moments stuck in space travel or on dangerous planets led to many lonely, frustrated nights.
The kisses turned into light bites and her hands slid down to your waist, fingernails clutching at your concealed crotch as she gazes at you. She pushes you conveniently on the bed with a surprising giggle and begins undressing. The zero suit left little to the imagination, but her c cup breasts, toned figure, and muscular arms and thighs made you visibly pray and thank your deity in half-jest. She chuckled at your playfulness, it was just another thing that attracted her to you, and she motioned you to undress as well.
