The next week was torment, sure, but a different kind that
it had been before. It was kind of fun, if I’m truthing.
Fa knew she had me, and recked it was just a matter of
getting me to break. I most likely would have gone completely off-plumb if I
hadn’t seen Fa looking at me that night – she was hopnear merciless. But I’d
scanned how things stood now, and I nothing was going to make me abandon my
plan, even Fa.
I sure enjoyed her trying, though.
Now that Fa knew I was sparky for her, she did everything
she could get in my path. She found reasons to brush past me in tight corridors
and leaned over my shoulder to watch me work, holding her cheek so close to
mine that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin and letting her breasts
brush against my back.
She pretended to forget her fresh linen ration and left it
on the bed so that I’d have to come into the shower and give her towel to her.
I’m not shamed to say I was close to dropping the whole thing and giving in
right then. She looked perfect – shining with tiny water droplets and leaning
just so against the shower door as I came in.
I pretended to still be shying away, of course, but I let
myself have the pleasure of looking at her just enough to let the color creep
into my cheeks – I recked seeing me react to her would stoke Fa’s engines, and
it did. I made to scurry out quick like I would have before, but Fa playfully
grabbed me by my shirt, pulled me toward her, and said “Thanks, Chief,” before
dropping a little kiss on my cheek.
The look in her eyes when I just nodded and left was worth a
week of station leave.
She was smart enough to know that just being naked around me
would lose its power, so the devious little squib kept finding reasons to be
half-dressed or in the middle of dressing as much as possible. If I was
tinkering with mirrors on my bed, she found a reason to be reading on the floor
with her shirt seam undone low. And of course she came over occasionally to
bend way over and ask me how things were going.
I recked two could play at that game, so one night after
Jamila had nailed me hard at spinhockey, I managed to be twisting around trying
to smear antibruise on myself, high on my ribcage on my side, just as Fa got
back to the cabin. As brazen as she’d been and as lightquick as she offered to
help, I still felt Fa’s fingers tremble when she first touched me.
Fa had been chattering at me again lately, for which I was
sore grateful, but we both got quiet as she smoothed the salve over my skin. Fa
offered to massage my back and shoulder out – just so I wouldn’t be sore in the
morning – and for once I let her, just to keep her hands on me. For just a
second, I wondered about getting one of the fauna biologists into the cabin to
take a pheromone count. I reck the place would have pegged her meter.
It almost wasn’t fair. I knew what was up, so I could give
in to feeling how surprisingly strong Fa’s hands were, and how gently she used
them on me. But poor Fa just about unspooled. She was inches away – one pass of
her hand – from something that would either shatter all the pretense and
finally have us kissing each other or get her fired and sent home in a stasis
capsule.
On the other hand, when I thought about how just that
afternoon she’d used the excuse of an overpacked lift to press up against me
and gently roll her hips back and forth, I recked she deserved it.
Fa and Tazuma were deep in conversation at morning mess the
next day, and I smiled into my caff because now I knew why – Tazuma was a
friend, someone she could slide secrets to, not a lover. And if she was in any
way responsible for the little gambits Fa was coming up with lately, I owed her
a drink.
It wasn’t all teasing and quivering, though. Fa’s scratch
near ruthless attempts to break me during the day – and what looked like some
sort of noble resistance on my part – made her tender with me in unguarded
moments. She found an excuse to bunk down after I did every night that week. Fa
still thought I was a heavy sleeper, so she took the small risk of touching me,
just once, before she bunked down herself. One night she stroked my hair,
lightly as you can imagine, and on another she traced her fingers across my
cheek. One night I felt her sit on the edge of the bunk and I had a sparky hope
that she’d just lie down and sleep there with me. I’d calculated it out ages
ago and recked she’d fit just perfectly with her head cuddled just below mine
and my arm around her.
The day before we blasted planet, one of the skiff pilots
did a low run over the area we’d been collecting from and sent a realtime scan
up for everyone to watch. They played it on the huge screen in the main rec
area and Fa and I went as a late mess break. We stood together, almost close
enough for our shoulders to touch, and watched as beautiful green hills and
meadows rolled by, then laughed at the lurching feeling when the pilot swooped
back and forth to follow the path of a river.
The skiff pilot dove into a clearing in the woods and then
she hovered there for a minute, slowly circling so we could see how strange and
tall the trees were. As she gradually lifted the skiff up, up, up and back out
into the sun, I realized that Fa and I were standing shoulder to shoulder, arm
to arm. I recked anyone looking thought we were just being companionable, but
you wouldn’t have made much scrap trying to sell that to the nerves up and down
the right side of my body.
The skiff wheeled out and came down over the mass of huge
leafy plants Fa and I had walked though. They looked hopnear magical in the
late afternoon sun, and I felt Fa’s fingers twine through mine. I tried to
control my pulse rate as the pilot circled the little lake. I could feel Fa
looking at me, but I kept my eyes front. I knew I was only barely keeping
myself soldered. No way either of us was thinking about a thing except for Fa
naked underneath me and my thigh between hers.
The pilot pulled away and sped up to head for some nearby
foothills, but Fa and I didn’t drop hands until the scan was done. When I
finally turned and looked at her, she was scratch near ready to give up the
game. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were huge, looking up at me and just
aching to go ahead and ask. I had to get out of there, so I told her
gentle-gruffly to get back on shift, but then she looked so sad and confused
that I couldn’t leave it at that.
“We have a full load to rack to get ready for tomorrow, Fa,”
I said, looking into those big blue eyes, “but I promise you’ll enjoy it when
we get there.”
Fa brightened a little, but if possible she looked even more
confused than she had been. I touched her forearm and left the rec area as cool
as you please, but hopnear broke into a run once I cleared the door.
I wasn’t kidding about the load of work we had, either. I
spent the afternoon on the run to every section of the ship, checking to make
sure no one had any last-minute requests and doing my best to rig something up
for those who did. There were plenty of last-minute fixes up in Nav and on the
bridge, as there always are. I was prepped for that, but making myself seem
just a little busier than I really was helped me call in a favor or two.
The next day was set, and I recked it would be perfect.
I’d put Fa down in the big bay, supervising a team of engine
grunts to make sure everything was shipshape before we blasted. She was still
down there when I stuck my head in to check on her, and I recked she was doing
a fine job. She made it clear she was leading a team that she was a part of,
not an interloper who’d come in to give shouts, and she was using her brains
and power to get her shouts followed, not her prettiness. I was so proud of her
I was fit to blam.
I leaned back so I could watch Fa without interfering.
Elspeth, an engine grunt I’d scrumbled with once or twice when we were both
feeling unspooled caught the way I was looking at Fa and gave me a raised
purple eyebrow and a grin. I tried to look innocent, but Elspeth just laughed
and nodded her approval.
Well, hellscratch, I recked anyone who cared would find out
soon anyway.
Once we hit evening mark, I had Fa give her last shouts to
the team and then pulled her off – fixers get so busy when we blast planet that
it’s against regs for us to work at all the night before. And that’s one set of
regs I follow.
Fa and I had an unusually unrushed dinner at evening mess,
then headed back to the cabin. I recked I had holes in my skull from the way
she’d been staring at me. She knew something was up, but sure wasn’t making any
scrap figuring it out.
I kicked back with a datastack of checklists to review before
the mandatory preblast early lights out, but Fa wasn’t having it. She chattered
at me, asking relevant questions about her first real shift in the key room,
but also trying to figure out what I had idling in the back of my mind. I
couldn’t help but grin as she asked me questions from every direction, trying
to inkle what was up.
Finally, still asking questions and still looking me right
in the eye, Fa stood up and peeled off her fullsuit. Slowly, making sure to
bend over as she stepped out of the legs, so I could see down her tank. Then
her tank, bra and skivs went. I’d steeled myself for that sort of thing, but I
knew my cheeks were flushing, and my breathing wasn’t as steady as I would have
liked.
Fa bent over to pick everything up then walked over to
bundle it into the hamper. I recked I’d made it through the show, but then Fa
sat down opposite me on her bunk and pulled out a bottle of lotion, and she
began smoothing it over every inch of her pretty white skin, still talking, and
smiling at me now, knowing she was gaining top hand. She reached her breasts
and I watched her nipples stand and strain toward me.
I pretended to find something interesting in my datastack so
I wasn’t looking right at her, but Fa knew she’d gotten me. She was smoothing
the lotion over herself slowly, enjoying my agitation as much as the feeling of
it against her skin, I reck. She kept chattering to pull my attention in her
direction, then finally snapped on her reading light, snapped off the main, and
said, “What do you think, Chief?”
I looked up and lost my breath again. The lotion made Fa
look like she had a sheen of tiny diamonds all over her skin. It made her look
like she was sparkling in perfect moonlight. I knew Fa had never been in real
moonlight, and that was a shame. I recked it might be worth taking a real shore
leave to walk through some with her.
“Well?” she asked, lifting up on her toes a bit and twirling
around. And then she giggled at my first try at answering because my mouth had
gone dry.
“Real nice, Fa,” I managed. “You look hoppretty.”
“Just pretty?” she asked with a beckoning little smile.
“Beautiful, if I’m truthing.”
Fa took a step toward me, and I wanted her to keep on
stepping more than anything I’d ever thought of.
But if I gave in now, we’d both be up for hours. And one
thing the Aurora couldn’t afford was to
have both her engineers off-plumb on the morning of a planet blast.
It took every bit of will I had, but I turned and tucked
myself into my own bunk and snapped off my reading light.
“Lights out, Fa. We both need to be at full charge in the
morning.”
Fa stared at me with her mouth open. She’d been sure she had
me.
“We both have to be ready for the key room tomorrow, Fa,” I
said, and then I added, gently as I could without giving too much away, “You’ll
like it more than you reck. I promise.”
Fa stared at me in disbelief for just another nano, then
slipped between her sheets completely naked, making sure I got a good look at
what I was missing as I did so.
Like any good fixer, I couldn’t resist one last little
tweak:
“And make sure you get some real sleep tonight.”
I scrunched my eyes up tight, but I know Fa whipped her head
around to stare at me before she snapped off her light.
7 comments:
So much fun thanks for the update! I look forward to how you deal with the move that is suppose to happen.
If I am checking it every day hoping that you have updated am I obsessive or compulsive?
Ha! Very flattering.
I'm working on it, I promise.
Klling me with the silence. Now confirmed, I am compulsively obsessed.
I'm so sorry!
The last installment is all worked out in my head, I swear. It's just finding the time to get it written down properly that's been tricky.
It's a torment.... I am itching for more.. please?
Your wish is my command, Renee.
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