STARCROSSED Part:5

5.

         It was like a dream.

         Like flying and being underwater all at once, Zero-G was buoyancy without pressure; no up, no down.  We drifted around the compartment like clouds across the sky; silent, untethered, free... 

         I couldn't outdo the way Shysaanah devoured me.  If I never spent another moment with her, I would always remember that zeal, that passion.  The way she'd sucked my dick, worshiped it until my knees went weak and I couldn't stand, until I erupted as violently as a star going nova.  With milky splatters everywhere, starkly pearlescent against her pale green skin, she was a sexy mess, shamelessly gulping what felt like pints of my cum until I had nothing else to give.

         Ordinarily I would have gotten between her legs  to reciprocate, repaying her lick for mind-blowing lick, but-- good as I was-- I'd never manage to do to her pussy what she'd done to my cock.  Compared to her, it just wasn't my strength so instead, I raised the ante.  Via manual overrides, I disengaged the artificial gravity actuators and treated Shysaanah to free-floating positions that were impossible in standard gravity.  It was more work without the familiar, anchoring stability or leverage but the effort paid off.  Now, after a sexual triathlon, she was cradled in my arms, her hot body snug against mine and radiant in the afterglow.  Shysaanah had followed our adventurous fucking, her litany of Nystari dirty talk, and her post-climactic fits of giggling with an unavoidable nap.
   
         "Mmmmnh," she sighed, crossing her arms over mine.  "One day, you should learn my language so you can appreciate how all those wonderful things you did really made me feel."

         "Is how loudly and how often I heard my name any indication?"

         "You are teasing me.”

         ”Sure I am.” 

         ”Was I that bad...?"

         "You were incredible," I said, kissing the top of her head.

         "So were you, I am still trembling."

         She was, and grinding her ass back against my crotch every so often, also.  As if I needed a reminder of how deliciously naked and accessible she was...

         "Amazingly, we let eleven days pass before trying this."

         "There are only so many hours in a day...”

         "It was a delightful surprise...and a first."

         ”For both of us.”

         ”Really?  I thought with the way you handled it...handled me; I thought you had practiced it before.”

         ”Nope.  I spend plenty of time between jobs in transit but it's never recreational.  Silly as it sounds,  I'd always wondered how 'sex in space' would be but I never tried it out.”

         ”May every experiment between us go so well...”

         I smiled; she was subtle, but still prodding.  All I had was a final disclaimer...

         ”I can be a real bastard, Shysaanah.  Mean, stubborn...I'm the guy people don't want to be on the wrong side of.”

         ”Solomon, people who take lives are the same on any world.  As a soldier you have a difficult place in the universe, a necessary one.  Why should being who and what you are diminish you in my eyes when that is what saved us?”

         ”It's that simple?”

         ”It is.  Starting from here you can only be more to me, not less.  And you already know I have a temper.  Imagine how unbearable I would be if  we weren't being rescued and I were denied a real shower, forced to keep using those damned one-step hygiene kits."

         "Ooo, high-maintenance.”

         "Worth every bit,"she laughed, lightly stroking my forearm.

         I grinned.  My fingertips idly traced the dark green circles capping her breasts, toying with that sensitive skin until it crinkled.  She shifted a little, arched her back; let me play but didn't interfere.  While I teased, a question occurred to me. 

         ”You said 'it wasn't your time', what did you mean?”

         ”Nystari pregnancies never fail because our bodies go through preparatory cycles, every part of us priming for the task.  The cycle peaks one fahjmyrra after a connection triggers it, only at that point could I get pregnant.”

         ”One foshmeera?”

         ”A little more than two Terran years.”

         ”From now?”

         ”From eleven days ago.”

         Plenty of time, all the time in the world compared to what I'd called relationships.  And we had a running start.  My life-- with all its near-misses and danger-- had been solitary.  I didn't want the weight of making promises I had to keep, of being tied down, of having to trust.  But she wanted me and I would be a liar if I said I didn't want her. 

         And it wasn't just the feel of her ass, either.  She rolled in my arms until she could see me, her hair a wild tangle and her newly stiffened nipples brushing sideways across my chest.  The motion making us pitch and tumble, I held on like she'd drift away forever if I let go. 

         "The ship...it's almost within docking range.  We should restore gravity, get dressed--" 

         ”Lets do this,” I said, overwhelmed with a vision of little versions of Shysaanah welcoming me home...to ourhome.  “Lets stay together.  This ending, this rescue, it's our beginning.”

         Her eyes pooled, a whisper away from tears.  “Oh, Solomon, we will do this.  Together we will do so many, many things...”

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