Tempico Terror
Bliss © 2006
Something was wrong. In her sleep fogged state, Sheerah’s mind groped for the why of her unease. Something was missing. Then it hit her, the constant noise of the powerful engines was gone. Her eyes snapped open. The deep throb and accompanying vibration, peculiar to Tempico’s engines, was absent. She pulled the thermal blanket off and rolled her legs over the side and sat on the edge of the narrow bed collecting her wits. No drills were scheduled, at least none that she knew of, and routine maintenance wasn’t scheduled until next week. No, this could not be good.
Remembering to duck, avoiding the overhang of the bunk above hers, she stood and moved to the compact desk. The normally active monitor was blank…another bad sign. Gnawing at her lower lip, an unconscious habit when she was thinking hard, she moved to her locker to get a clean uniform and her gleaming boots. She quickly dressed and secured her long dark hair behind her head. She retrieved her Personal Data Unit (PDU), her omnitool, and her tutorial manual, and stowed them in the ample pockets of her uniform.
As the most junior Ensign, she had the worst quarters. Located in the bowels of the ship near the engine room, the quarters were always hot and noisy, not to mention the maintenance access hatch in the ceiling that was used at least once a month. Still, she didn’t mind it at all because as the youngest daughter of a large family on an agricultural planet, these quarters afforded her the one thing she had never had on her home world or at the Academy: privacy.
Moving to the door, she was surprised when it didn’t automatically slide open. The manual override wasn’t working either. Definitely not good!
She immediately looked at the maintenance hatch in the ceiling, perhaps she could use it to bypass the unscheduled lockdown and find out what was going on. Pulling a ship schematic up on her PDU, she found the crawl space connected to several others that would get her to the engineering section and several other sensitive areas of the ship.
The Spartan furniture in the room was bolted to the deck and bulkheads, and at only 5’2”, she couldn’t reach the edge of the hatch. Opening the hatch was easy, the handle was within reach from the top bunk. Hooking her toes over the lip of the hatch she slowly pressed her body into the passage. Years of agricultural labor on her home world as a child made her body surprisingly strong, enabling her to hold her body weight on her arms and toes as she backed her way into the access port.
The temperature easily jumped another ten degrees, and the air was stuffy from lack of circulation. Good thing I’m not claustrophobic! The tunnel was three by three, with red lumens and a nonskid, steel grid floor. So much for the shine on my boots. On hands and knees, she made her way to the first junction. Consulting her PDU, she selected the companionway that would take her to engineering.
Crawling was slow going, and the steel grid flooring was starting to rip out the knees of her uniform. Special thermal coveralls that would regulate body temperature, and stand up to the rough surfaces were usually worn when working in the maintenance shafts. She might find a set when she got to engineering, or perhaps in one of the larger maintenance junctions.
Sheerah passed through the second junction without mishap and continued on to the engineering section. Just when she was about to open the access hatch, she heard the unmistakable sound of a pulse weapon discharge. Stomach clenching in nervous knots, she looked for an alternative entry point or somewhere she could observe what was happening without easily being seen herself. Consulting her PDU again, she found a ventilation duct that she could get to, but it would be a very tight squeeze. Still it might be her only chance to figure out what was happening.
Taking the upper companionway, she crawled about 20 feet before finding the small access panel for the ventilation shaft. It was only a foot and a half square. For once, she was grateful for her small stature. Squeezing head first into the shaft was a challenge, and moving forward quietly, was nearly impossible. Using her bruised elbows and knees to hold her in place, she inched her way to the first grill.
The view was very limited. She could only see half of the open bay, but in it were the crumpled bodies of three of her crewmates. Two were unrecognizable, but one was undoubtedly Lieutenant Commander MacFerson. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of the vibrant and caring engineer who had been her mentor during her engineering rotation.
Steeling her resolve, she blinked rapidly to clear her vision. It was apparent they had been killed with a laser pulse weapon. Holding her breath to listen hard, she could hear some voices farther in the bay, but not clearly enough to identify or understand them. Perhaps the rest of the watch was still alive. Normally there would be five crewmen on watch. Heart filling with hope that perhaps the other two were still alive, she risked climbing farther into the ventilation duct to see the other half of the main bay.
Careful not to put any weight on the grill, she continued to make her way to the next ventilation port. Once there, she could clearly see the other half of the bay, and what she saw filled her mind with still more questions. Throlians? They’re one of the most notorious race of pirates in the galaxy! From a metal poor, low tech home world, Throlians advanced their capabilities by stealing it from other space faring species. What are they doing here? What do they want? More importantly, how did they get aboard Tempico?
Her questions were answered as five Throlians surrounded Crewman Jadal, their voices raised in argument.
“I’ve done all you asked! It’s not my fault you shut the computer core down.” Jadal yelled.
“You have not delivered the technological schematics you promised us. We will not pay you until you do.” The Throlian, apparently in charge replied.
“I can’t get the schematics with the computer off-line, and I can’t initiate a restart from here.”
“Then you are of no further use to us!” He gestured to his subordinate who raised his pulse laser.
“No! Wait! I can still help you.” Jadal plead.
“What can you do?” He demanded.
“I can help strip hardware you can use to take back with you.” Jadal said desperation in his eyes.
“Very well. What would you suggest?” The Throlian asked.
“Here, with the main engineering control panels.” Jadal quickly backpedaled to the panel behind him, sweat beading on his brow.
The Throlian spoke to one of his counterparts in their native tongue for a few moments.
“This technology cannot be easily adapted to our systems. You have not delivered what you promised and you have not provided a satisfactory alternative. You are of no further use to us.” He gestured to his subordinate again and said, “Krasic!”
The Throlian with the pulse weapon leveled it at the center of Jadal’s chest and fired. The bright blue pulse hit Jadal in the chest with enough force to throw him back against the panel. His uniform was blackened and the stench of burned flesh permeated the air. Jadal was dead before his body crumpled to the deck.
Sheerah watched from her vantage point, heart in her throat as she saw another of her crewmates slaughtered. Jadal was always in trouble for trying to get ahead by taking shady shortcuts, but even he didn’t deserve this fate. It was clear that Crewman Jadal received the only payment the Throlians intended to give.
The Throlians opened a cargoporter in the center of the bay. The devices they unloaded were unfamiliar to her, but when the Throlians began to attach them to specific areas of the engineering bay and activate them, their purpose became clear. Bombs! The Throlians intended to destroy the ship!
Once the devices were set, the Throlian in charge issued another set of orders. His subordinates quickly gathered in equal intervals around the cargoporter. When they were in place, he activated an antiquated communication/homing device and the whole group was transported out of the Engineering bay.
Getting to the main engineering bay floor would be a challenge, but she had to try to get to and deactivate those devices. There was no way to back up in the ventilation shaft, so she continued forward as quickly as she could. At the third grill, a shadowed movement caught her eye. Wedged in the overhead crawlspace between the bulkhead and the main engineering console was the fifth member of the engineering watch, and she appeared to be alive and well. Relief flooded Sheerah as she realized who was hiding in the shadows.
Lieutenant Leist cringed as a laser pulse discharge silenced Jadal’s whining voice. She couldn’t believe that Jadal had sold them out, but as usual, his incompetence got in the way of his goals. Sweat stained her normally immaculate uniform and beaded on her face. Lieutenant Commander MacFerson had sent her to inspect the relays behind the main console just before the Throlians transported into the bay. The quick discharge of laser pulse weapons, death cries of her fellow crewmen and the smell of burnt flesh in the air prompted her to remain hidden where she was.
From what she could hear, the Throlians were definitely not happy about their failure to acquire the systems Jadal had apparently promised to deliver. They argued amongst themselves for a moment and then the one in charge gave an order ending the debate. She risked a surreptitious look over the top of the console to try to see what was happening. What she saw made her blood run cold. They had opened a cargoporter and unloaded what looked to be explosive devices that they were now placing around the bay and engaging. They’re going to destroy the Tempico!
Her heart rate accelerated and new sweat streamed down her face and back. The Throlians gathered around the cargoporter again and as one looked in her direction, she quickly dropped back to the floor of the crawlspace. Working to control her breathing so she could better listen to the sounds in the bay, she thought she heard the hum of an old style transportation device. She waited until there was absolute quiet for a moment before she dared to move. Just as she was about to get up, she heard the quiet buzz of an omnitool at work. She looked around trying to localize the sound when the ventilation grate fell from the overhead shaft and Ensign Riane stuck her head through the narrow opening. Her face was smudged with dirt and grime, and there was some blood on her cheek.
“They’re gone.” Riane continued relief plain in her voice, “I’m really glad to see you! Shock and relief registering in her voice, she replied to the most junior member of Tempico’s 60-person crew. “What in hell are you doing in there?”
“When everything was locked down and the computer didn’t respond, I thought I should see if I could figure out what was happening and help if I could. I saw them kill Jadal, and I saw the rest of the watch. I’m so glad you’re alright.”
Leist could hear the slight tremor in Riane’s voice and realized that she had probably never seen anyone killed before. “Are you alright Riane?” she asked.
Taking a deep breath to collect herself Riane said, “Yes. Thank you.” Riane smiled and the vulnerable expression took on a more businesslike demeanor. “It’s going to take me a moment to get out of here. Could you catch me so I don’t break a leg in the fall?” Riane asked.
By the time Leist positioned herself under the shaft, Ensign Riane had emerged to the waist. She couldn’t help noticing the state of her uniform, both knees were torn out and bloodied, and the normally highly polished boots were nearly unserviceable. Suddenly, Riane’s body surged downward and jerked to a halt, dangling by her hands 15 feet above Lieutenant Leist’s head. Riane quickly looked below her and made eye contact with Leist. “Are you ready for me?” she said.
At Leist’s tight nod, Riane let go and dropped into her waiting arms. Leist caught her around the waist, and slowly lowered her the rest of the way to the floor. She couldn’t help but notice the hard muscle and womanly curves of Riane’s body as it slid against her. Her heart rate accelerated again, but this time it had nothing to do with fear. Riane’s hands remained clasped around her neck as her feet settled on the floor. Riane’s body trembled slightly against her own and then Riane looked up at her and she was lost in the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen. Pale blue around the pupil, Riane’s eyes darkened to a ring of violet at the edge of the iris. They had depth and radiated the intensity of Riane’s dynamic personality. Then the moment was broken and she could breathe again.
“Are you alright?” Riane asked in her rich alto voice.
“Yes.” Taking a deep breath as Riane’s hands slowly ran down the front of her sweat soaked uniform, “How much do you know about explosives?” she asked.
“Just what they taught us at the Academy.” Riane replied.
“OK, here’s what we’re going to do. First, we need to find each of the devices they planted, and then we need to either defuse them, or detach them so we can get them to an air lock and off the ship.”
“Main computer’s off-line.” Riane informed Leist. “Will the hand held scanners still work without the link?”
“Yes, but we won’t have the benefit of the main computer database to work with.”
“I guess it really doesn’t matter, we either get them off the ship, or the Tempico and everyone aboard will be destroyed.”
Quickly scanning the room, Leist went to the main console and grabbed another hand held scanner. She tossed it to Riane, as she activated her own. Scanning the one clearly visible device she looked panicked “It doesn’t register! How are we going to find them?”
“There are five devices, I could see them unload them, but I couldn’t see where they placed them.” Riane answered.
Looking more closely at the one device they’d located, Leist temporized “The Throlians don’t have much access to higher technology, and it looks like this device has a simple magnetic locking mechanism.” Quickly reconfiguring her scanner to search for magnetic energy, her scanner showed more than thirty magnetic energy sources. By refining the parameters of the energy signature, she was able to locate each of the five devices. “Blessed be!” she sighed.
Let’s see if this one can be deactivated or detached, and then we can split up to take care of the rest of them.”
“Sounds good.” Riane replied.
“I’ve never seen this writing before. Do you recognize it?”
Stepping closer to examine the writing, Riane smiled. “I do! These used to be seismic survey charges used on my home world! But they’ve been modified.”
“Can they be disarmed?” Leist asked.
“No, but they are very stable and can be detached by holding this button for ten seconds.” She proceeded to demonstrate, firmly holding the activated charge to keep it from dropping to the deck when the magnetic lock disengaged. Her muscles were clearly defined as the weight of the device transferred from the bulkhead to her arms. “Here, feel the weight.”
“Great Grishnak! That’s much heavier than I thought it would be!” Leist was surprised and much more impressed with Ensign Riane’s innate strength. There was much more to young Ensign Riane than she’d thought. “OK, let’s split up and get the rest of these charges off. I’ll get a hoverpallet to put them on so we can get them to the nearest airlock.”
Sheerah watched as Lieutenant Leist got a hoverpallet and carefully deposited the first device on it. She’d already detached the second device and added it to the growing pile. She ran to the next device and quickly had it loaded on the pallet as well. Then she watched as Lieutenant Leist got the last of the devices and brought it back to the cart. She liked the way Leist’s lean form filled out her uniform. Her reddish blond hair fell away from her tanned face in soft waves that reached the nape of her neck. Heat suffused her again as she remembered looking into those warm brown eyes, and watching their color turn to molten gold as her body slid through Leist’s arms to the deck. There was a moment when she thought the Lieutenant would lean down and kiss her, but then reality of their situation imposed, and the spell between them was broken.
Leist jogged to the hoverpallet with the last of the explosive devices and carefully set it with the others. “We need to get these to the nearest airlock. That’s going to be two decks down.”
“The doors are locked down, and I’ll bet the lifts aren’t functioning either. That’s why I had to use the maintenance companionways to get here. I have an access hatch in the ceiling of my quarters.” She explained.
“Wonderful!” Leist groaned with frustration. “That means we can’t get to the nearest airlock.” She bent to the hoverpallet and adjusted it to the narrowest width that would still accommodate all of the devices and fit through the maintenance hatches.
Sheerah pulled up a schematic on her PDU and queried for the airlock most easily accessible via the maintenance passages. “Look, we could go this way. We’d only have two junctions to get through, and there’s an airlock we can access.”
“Good job! Let’s get moving. We only have 32 minutes to get them off before they detonate!” Leist responded.
Leist took the front of the hover pallet and guided it to the access hatch at the back of the engineering bay. They entered the first of the junctions, and just as Leist was about to open the first passageway, Sheerah stopped her. “I think I should go first, Lieutenant. I’m much smaller than you are and can probably move backwards faster in the crawlspace. Besides, you need to make sure we don’t make a wrong turn!”
“Agreed! Hurry!”
The tunnel barely accommodated the width of the hoverpallet, but between the two of them, they could keep the pallet stable. Sheerah moved as quickly as she could and chuckled as she heard Leist curse as the knees of her uniform were quickly torn out on the steel grid. Sweat beaded and rolled down their bodies, soaking their tattered uniforms anew, and both of them had fresh blood flowing from their scrapped hands and knees. They made steady progress through the tunnel, and through the second junction. Looking at the luminous face of her chrono, she thought they would make it with some time to spare.
They arrived at the airlock with only 10 minutes remaining. Keying the airlock to pressurize took another 2 minutes, and then she realized they had a big problem.
“Lieutenant Leist, this isn’t going to work! We can open the airlock, but Tempico can’t get away from the explosion. We’re dead in space!”
“Chzit! You’re right.” Her expression lightened, “But if we set the hover pallet as far back in the passageway as we can and then force an explosive decompression, then the inertia of the pressure imbalance will propel the devices away from the ship!”
“That would work, but we’d have to force the decompression. I could try to rig one of the devices to explode early to take the airlock out. Does that last junction have magnetic seals on the hatch?”
“Yeah, it does, so it would work as an airlock when this one is blown out! OK, take one of the devices and rig it if you can, and I’ll position the rest for maximum inertial thrust. I’ll see you in the junction in a few minutes.”
Sheerah had already opened the airlock and attached one of the devices as Leist pulled the hoverpallet up the passageway. It wasn’t hard to accelerate the countdown, but it took longer to disable the inner airlock door with her omnitool. She barely had a minute left when she sprinted down the corridor toward the junction. As she rounded the corner, she saw Leist waiting for her at the open hatch and ran faster.
She was only a few feet from the hatch when the device detonated. Tempico shuddered, and the corridor was choked with flames and flying debris. The last thing Sheerah remembered seeing was Lieutenant Leist’s horrified expression as she was engulfed in the flames and hit with debris.
“NO!” Leist shouted as she saw Riane crumple to the deck. I’ve got to get her! Wedging the hatch open, she quickly got to Riane’s side and pulled her back through the hatch. Unceremoniously dumping her on the deck, she engaged the magnetic seals in the junction, just as the mortally damaged outer airlock door gave way. The second explosion knocked Leist off her feet, but the magnetic seal held. It appeared that the devices had been propelled far enough away to avert Tempico’s destruction.
She should have felt relief that their plan worked, but instead she was filled with worry over Ensign Riane’s condition. Turning to Riane, she nearly cried when she felt the strong pulse at her neck. She went for the first aid kit on the wall and began scanning for damage. Thankfully there were only superficial burns on her back and legs, and a knot at the back of her head. The scanner indicated the concussion was minor. Grateful tears did flow as she wrapped Riane in her arms and held her tight against her.
Adrenaline still raced through her system when Riane stirred in her arms. She loosened her grip as Riane’s hands slowly went to her head. She moaned when her hand encountered the lump on the back of her head. Her beautiful blue eyes opened and once again Leist was lost in their incredible azure depths.
She was a bit disoriented when she came to. The last thing she remembered were flames dancing around her and debris hitting her from behind. Her head hurt and her body felt warm, but sluggish to obey her commands. She raised her hands slowly to her head and winced when she found a good sized lump. She was surprised when she realized that she was being held in another’s arms and opened her eyes to see the concern in Lieutenant Leist’s brown eyes. “I guess it worked.” she said.
“Yes, but when you were hit I…I couldn’t think of anything else but getting to you.” Liest replied.
Riane sat up and turned to face Leist, capturing her gaze. The look that passed between them changed from mutual concern and relief to unabashed heat. Blue, like the hottest part of a flame heated the brown, warming them to molten gold. Neither one knew who moved first, but when their lips met, it was as if a smoldering flame burst to life and consumed them from the inside out. Rank didn’t matter, just the fact that they survived the ordeal served to bind them together.
Her reddish blond hair felt soft and fine as Sheerah’s hands threaded through it. Her lips were soft and her mouth and tongue hot against her own seeking tongue. She could feel Leist’s arms pulling her closer, but she didn’t feel close enough. Straddling her legs, Sheerah caressed Leist’s face and neck as she invited her into her mouth. The kisses were wet, deep and nearly frenzied in their intensity.
Her hands slid down Leist’s neck to the zipper at the neck of her uniform. Pulling back slightly to seek permission in Leist’s eyes, she found a hunger that matched her own, and a shadow of worry.
“Sheerah, you’re hurt, are you sure you want this?”
“I don’t feel hurt at this moment, and I do want you. Now, please?”
Leist shifted Sheerah from her lap and stood before her. Her hand slowly unzipped her uniform and she peeled it away from her body, baring herself to the waist. She hooked the sole of one boot with the other and pulled out of them in turn enabling her to step out of the rest of her uniform. Black briefs was all she was left wearing.
Leist’s skin was uniformly tanned, her smallish breasts high and tipped with erect brown nipples. Her well defined muscles quivered beneath her skin and her white teeth stood out in a hungry smile. “Come here.” She said and held out her hand.
Sheerah took her hand and was pulled up, into her tight embrace. She raised her face to look into her golden eyes but Leist’s mouth claimed hers again instead. She took her lower lip into her mouth, sucking on it rhythmically, then alternately nipping it with her teeth and soothing it with her tongue. Her mouth opened, allowing Sheerah to enter her wet cavity. Leist’s hands opened her uniform and carefully peeled it off of her injured body. Lips fused together, each fought for dominance in the kiss. Rather than break the kiss, Leist tore her undershirt down the front revealing her pale skin. Kicking her ruined boots off, Sheerah’s uniform pooled around her feet.
Simultaneously, each reached for the other’s briefs, and pulled them off of their overheated bodies. Leist cupped her bottom and lifted her, moaning into her mouth as her hot, wet center connected with her belly. Sheerah wrapped her legs around her waist as her arms twined around her neck, their sweat slicked skin pressed together, mixing their essences.
Sheerah broke the kiss to move her mouth down the strong column of Leist’s neck. She could feel her frenzied pulse beneath her lips and gently bit the corded muscle. Moving lower, she ran her tongue the length of her collar bone and then fastened her lips to the flesh over her thundering heart, bringing her blood to the surface of her skin. Dropping her legs to the deck, she pressed Leist against the bulkhead. Moving lower again, she took Liest’s hard nipple into her mouth and suckled her. Leist’s hands guided her head from one to the other breast. Her fingers unbound her hair and ran through it until it fell in soft waves to the middle of her back.
When Leist’s breath came in gasps and her hands trembled in her hair, she knew it was time to move lower. She left a trail of open wet kisses down her abdomen stopping her descent briefly at Leist’s small pierced naval. She tugged at her naval ring and filled her with her tongue before continuing her journey. Leist spread her legs slightly and braced her arms on her shoulders as Sheerah reached her reddish blonde thatch. Running her hands down the outside of her well muscled thighs and calves, she slowly brought her hands back up the inside until she reached her passion soaked sex.
Gently parting her lips, she looked at her visibly throbbing clitoris. Transfixed, she leaned forward and took her into her mouth. Encouraged by the urgent sounds above her, she licked the length of her folds and settled again with her pulsing clit held between her teeth and flicked with her tongue.
“Please, I need you inside of me!” Leist shuddered and held her head tighter against her sex. Responding to the raw need in Leist’s voice, Sheerah, pressed two fingers into her hot, wet opening. Surprised when they slid easily inside of her, she added a third and then a fourth.
“More, I need more! Please baby please, fill me!” Leist begged.
Sheerah gently curled her fingers and slowly pressed deeper until her fist up to her wrist was enclosed inside of her hot, wet, pulsing passage.
“Yes! Oh yes, don’t stop! Please don’t stop! I’m so close!”
Sheerah pumped her fist easily at first, but soon, the muscles surrounding her hand began to clench and release. Turning her hand within so that her knuckles grazed her G-spot, she redoubled her assault of her clit. Leist’s breaths came in sobs and her voice was strained. “Sheerah! Ah Gods!” she cried out as her climax ripped through her in waves.
The feeling was incredible as she felt Leist’s body tense, shudder hard and then slowly relax. She very gently pulled her hand from within as Leist began to slide down the bulkhead as if her shaking legs could no longer hold her up.
Sheerah pulled Leist still quivering body into her arms and held her as the last of the spasms shook her. She lay her down on the deck and covered her body with her own. Her hair fell like a dark curtain around them as she stroked Leist’s sweat soaked hair from her face. She felt Leist’s shaking arms wrap around her, holding her closer still to her limp body. Her eyes, when she opened them, had that hazy, unfocused look of a woman completely satisfied.
“Great Grishnak! What did you do to me? I’m completely wrecked!” Leist’s voice was soft, and sated.
Sheerah chuckled deep in her throat, completely pleased with herself, but her desire flared within her, reminding her of her own need. She began to move urgently against Leist’s thigh, quickly coating it with her wetness.
“No, please let me pleasure you. Just give me a minute to catch my breath!
“ I’m so close now, I don’t want to stop, I want to come! I need to come!
“I know you do, but let me help. Let me taste you.”
She rolled Sheerah onto her back and moved her hand into her heat.
“Do you want me inside?” She asked as her fingers stroked her bulging, hard clit.
“In me please! Now! I’m so close!
Leist slid two fingers deep into her and started pumping as her mouth claimed the erect peak of her breast. Her thumb gently rubbed the side of her distended clit, holding her at a plateau of pleasure until her mouth completed its downward trek. Placing Sheerah’s legs over her shoulder, she attacked her clit with her lips, teeth and tongue while her fingers continued their rhythm and her thumb gently entered her anus.
She’d never felt so filled, so excited, so alive in her life. She pulled Leist’s head harder against her throbbing flesh as her orgasm built and exploded within her. Her blood felt molten in her veins, and her vision faded as she gave herself over to the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through her body in spasms. She felt Leist disengage and kiss her way back up her body as the last of her climax raced through her.
“Um…..I don’t think I can move. I’ve never felt anything like that! She smiled up at Leist. Leist leaned down and kissed her tenderly.
“It’ll take hours for them to find us. Let me get some thermal blankets and we can relax together.”
Good as her word, Leist fashioned a warm nest for them. Once she got Sheerah into the makeshift bed, she turned her onto her stomach and gently tended to the burns on her back and legs.
“I know you said you couldn’t feel them before, but I’ll bet they’ll start hurting you now. That should make them feel a little better.” She said and crawled in beside her.
“Thank you Lieutenant, it feels much better.” Sheerah replied, snuggling closer to her.
“Somehow, Lieutenant just doesn’t’ sound right coming from you any more. Please, when it’s just us, would you call me by name? My name is Deselle, but please call me Des. ”
“I really liked how you said my name before, Des, Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure. Now put your head down on my shoulder and rest for a while.”
Sheerah wrapped her arm and leg around Des possessively. Des’ arms pulled her closer, and she felt safe, warm, and well loved as she closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen when she climbed into the maintenance hatch, but she was supremely satisfied now. Des was right, it would take hours before the crew found them, maybe even time for another round of loving. For now though she was content to be lulled to sleep by the steady strong beat of Des’ heart.
THE END
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