Passengers (PM First)

[MadMissJ]

"Too many things to count. You want my favorites?"

Her fingers were already playing lightly across her own skin, and when he smirked so did she. Sarah nodded in the affirmative, because she wasn’t entirely sure that she trusted her voice at that moment. He knew at this point that her questions weren’t part of her log and psychological notes. Pink lips parted ever so slightly, as she breathed out the excitement that his words stirred in her.

"I thought about taking you to the observatory and nailing you against the window, thrusting myself into you against the vastness of space. Other times I've thought about stealing that doctor-bot's lab coat and giving you a proper exam."

Her blonde lashes fluttered closed to try and picture it. Maybe it was easier this way, where he was further away, in the greenhouses. It gave her time to prepare, other than the times that she’d come from dinner with him, and had thought to herself that had they been properly courting, or dating he would have kissed her at her door. But this wasn’t Earth, they were the only two people on the ship and the rules they followed were the ones they made up as they went along. The self-imposed chastity was incredibly confusing, but maybe necessary.

"Now it's your turn. Answer my question. Did you bring this up because you want to fuck?"

He seemed at ease when she opened her eyes. He was giving her his little victorious smile with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He seemed self-satisfied, happy even. Sarah tried to weigh what he was winning in her mind if she said ‘yes’. He looked like a cat who had gotten the cream, and the friend in her wanted to tell him ‘no’, the person who had sprayed him with soda, or gotten her slippers filled with oatmeal. She could keep this on the screens, but now, her goosebumps that the thought of having real, human contact was too much of a need.

“Yes.” She held the small microphone that would transmit her answer to him a little closer to her mouth.

“In the Observatory, now.” She additionally answered the question she’d skipped to hear some of the dirtier details. Reaching over to turn off her screen and taking off her headset, leaving both on her table.

It wasn’t a slow walk that brought her there, and she was surprised, maybe disappointed when she was the first one there. Here it was wide and empty too, like the rest of the ship, and she repeatedly glanced toward the door, before sauntering to one of the windows. Placing a flat palm against the only barrier between her and the stars. But she didn’t really look, she was trying to imagine Jake’s larger fingers on the small buttons of the shirt she was wearing, trying to undo the small disks. And then she smiled when in her mind, he’d given up and ripped the fabric instead. Sarah lost herself as she often did inside her head, eyes closed and concentrated while she waited.

 

[TheRPGuru]

That one word was all he needed to hear. The way she had said it, her microphone pulled closer to her mouth so that the breathiness of her voice would come through, it unlocked the flood gates in him. Five years of pent of need, weeks of sexual desires for her, all of it suddenly rushed to the surface of his body and made him break out in goosebumps. Her eyes seemed to bore into him as she gave him a simple command, the observatory NOW.

Jake tore the earpiece from his ear and slammed it down, his arms flung forward to thrust himself away from the table. He scrambled to his feet and ran. She had been in the infirmary so she was far closer to the observatory than he was. Jake ran as fast as he could to the elevator, but the machine would only travel so fast as he sat impatiently.

Finally he was in the same sector and ran at full speed trying to get there. She didn't seem like the kind of woman who would tolerate being kept waiting. His footfalls echoed in the empty halls as he sprinted, he hoped he wouldn't be too out of breath by the time he got to her.

He skidded to a halt at the observatory entrance, the room was dark, shut down. The only light came from the hallway behind him and the soft light of the big window at the far side of the room. He could vaguely see her there, her shadow blocking just a small portion of the center of the window. Jake said not a word as he walked up to her slowly, her form becoming clearer in the darkness as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room.

Sarah waited for him there, he expected her to say something as he approached but she seemed to be feeding on the anticipation just like he was. The tension was cutable as he stepped close enough that his body just barely pressed against hers. His fingers cap up to reach her chin, gently he forced her to tilt her head upward towards his. Jake's lips pressed softly against hers, kissing her in a moment that was meant to be sweet, but it was only a second before the built up desire started to bleed through both of them.


Jake's gentle kiss became frantic and wet. His body pressed tighter against hers, pinning her to the window. Tongues danced together, moans echoed between them, hands roamed over each other, groping blindly yet eagerly. Jake's fingers found the buttons of her top, he tried to unbutton them but they seemed to go on forever and he gave up. Instead he jerked her top powerfully and sent the buttons flying around the room. He knelled before her, pressing his face against her stomach, kissing her belly, licking at her belly button, and moving his tongue up to her breasts. He teased his way around her nipples, tasting her smooth, soft skin. It had been so long, he hadn't realized how much he had wanted this until now.

He felt himself hard and eager, but trapped in his pants still. It was a fight in his mind, pull away from her breasts and strip down further, or continue to taste her. It was a much harder choice than it sounded.

 

[MadMissJ]

The darkness, the stars, it seemed to rob her of her other senses, and made the rest of them much more heightened. She’d heard the door, but for all the imagining she was doing, Sarah hadn’t known exactly how she would start, what was about to begin. Her fingers curled a little against the window, and a shiver went down her spine as she felt the heat from Jake, whatever energy existed between them as it mingled for just a fraction of a second before his body touched hers. His chest to her back, but Jake seemed to know instinctively what he needed to do. When he took her chin, and tilted her face up toward him, she turned. Sarah’s smile was shy, but her eyes spoke of her eagerness. The first kiss was light, testing the waters, seeing if there was chemistry.

And there was, the cool window against her back, Sarah started her exploration of him, wrist to forearm, bicep to neck, and when he pressed her for more, her fingers in his hair pulled him closer, and she opened under his mouth. Her moan echoing between them when they’d come up for air. And as much as she wanted him, as serious as the need was, when he rent her shirt in two, she laughed. But that turned into a gasp as Jake fell to his knees, his mouth kissing her skin, while she shrugged out of the torn shirt and tossed it aside.

Next was his, she reached lower along his back to start to pull it up, balling the fabric to finagle it over his head and arms so it could join her own, then her bra, not the one that she would have worn had she known that they were going to meet, that this was going to happen after their weeks in each other’s company. But it didn’t matter, he didn’t notice. The minute the covering was gone, he’d taken the pink pearl of her nipple into his mouth and she gasped his name.

“Stand up, stand up, stand up.” That was her mindless mantra, a command that was forgotten as soon as she said it, so she asked, again and again. Once he had, her fingers flew to the front of his trousers, licking her lips she found the button there, and the zipper. Her explorations forced the fabric down his hips, and further. Looking up at her companion, on tiptoe to put her mouth on his as she took him into her hands. Blind to what she doing, still her hands didn’t fumble, as she stroked the satin over steal length of him.

“Do you like that?” She whispered against his lips, words like kisses in the eager dark. She moved her mouth to his shoulder, to his chest, to his belly and when she couldn’t bend lower Sarah sank to her knees, taking him into mouth.

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake felt his body coming alive for the first time in years. That heart pounding excitement of lust and sex filling him like an old friend. How long had it been since he had even been erect? He couldn't remember, he had paid his cock such little attention for the past five years, barely even noticing his aim at the bathroom. But that had changed quickly, Sarah's soft skin at his lips, her hands running through his hair, it was all coming back to him now.

Sarah pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing aside to an ever increasing pile of clothing as they continued. Jake was so into having her breasts in his mouth that he didn't hear her telling him to stand up. It wasn't until she tugged on him a little that it got him back to standing. Again their lips found each other, and Sarah's fingers danced around his fly, opening his pants and reach inside to grasp at him. His pants fell as she pulled his length out, hard and eager for her. Her touch upon him was wonderful, her hand stroked beautifully, yet in an almost calculated fashion as if she knew exactly how far to stroke him in each direction. She learned his shaft quickly, without ever seeing it, her stroking taught her everything she needed to know. His size, shape, girth, all of it was date fed through her wonderfully soft hands.

Then Sarah whispered into his lips, "Do you like that?" Her words barely a teasing breath as she kissed her way down his body. Jake leaned his head back and let out a sigh of pleasure. Her mouth kissed her way down, lower and lower, until she was on her knees before him. It had been so long, it was like he was having a whole new experience.

Suddenly her lips found his mushroom tip, and softly she took him into her mouth. Jake gasped, and doubled over at the sudden pleasure. His hands slammed against the glass to brace himself as her tongue tasted on his skin. Her mouth worked him, little by little, as if she were again analysing him, studying him, from her hands to now with her mouth, her tongue. They way her tongue moved on him, prodding alone his every ridge. The ring of his tip, the throbbing veins along his sides, it felt incredible as she seemed to try to generate this mental picture of him.

Jake lowered his hands from the glass, grabbing handfuls of her lush, beautiful, blonde hair, holding her head steadily but loosely enough for her to move as she wished. He held onto her for support and to show her what pleasure she was providing him. His shaft throbbed mightily in her mouth, his tip dripping pre-cum that signaled a limit to his stamina after a five-year drought. Jake gritted his teeth and hoped he would have the strength to hold himself back long enough to please her, yet feared that going so long without will have ruined his ability to maintain himself.

"Oh god Sarah." He breathed, flexing his grip on her hair.

 

[MadMissJ]

She felt the sudden tightening of his body, the violent shutter as Sarah pushed his length into her mouth deeper. The thud of his palms on the window, the rippling of the muscles of his stomach. The scientist felt very powerful. She’d not felt that way since she’d woken up, she was a victim of fate and everything had just steadily gone whatever way it would. She couldn’t pick up and move, she couldn’t change what had happened. But now? With his prick in her mouth, she knew her own mind and what she wanted and what she would have. It was heady like wine, like the wine the first night that went to her head.

Once his hands were gripping her hair, Sarah was aware of what she was about. Her cheeks hollowing out as she slurped around him, she brought her eagerness to learn into the work she was doing now. The loud popping sound of his leaving her mouth, the glistening pre-cum worked into the tip before she lapped at it, one hand working its way down again so she could suck him off in the dim lights of the observatory.

His fantasy may have been to nail her against the windows, but as Sarah knelt it was her own hand that wiggled it’s way inside her jeans, there wasn’t much give but what she wanted was accomplished, she was slick already, once her fingers found the tight nub of her clit, then ventured further, burying two fingers between her legs that worked in the rhythm she’d set with her mouth, grinding her clit against her palm, wiggling her own hips back and forth. Sarah had always been a fantastic multitasker.

But the further she pushed at her own orgasm, the more determined she was for his. It was like the hug she’d given him the first night together, the apology for his being alone. And she moaned around cock, her fingers were too trapped against her clothing to bring her anything except excitement, a buildup that had no let down, no release, just frustration that she took out on him, sucking harder, moving her hand downward and back. Mindless now, more rutting than making love

 

[TheRPGuru]

Sarah pulled her mouth off of him with a pop and a gasp. Jake let out a breath of relief for the momentary break from the onslaught of pleasure she was sucking from him. He felt her shift, as if adjusting herself and he wondered if it was time to give it to her the way he had promised via holocom. What he didn't know was this had only been a taste, a moments respite before the true blowjob began. Up until now Sarah was being a proper lady.

While she worked her fingers into her jeans, digging her hand into her crotch to please herself on both ends, Jake took a few deep breaths and started to let her hair go. He was about to lift her up and press her to the glass, eager to bury himself to the hilt within her, but Sarah beat him to the punch by sucking his slick shaft back into her mouth.

This time there was an added frenzy to her motions this time. She took him deeper into her mouth, bringing a gasp from Jake's lips. His hands regrabbed her hair holding her as he swore her felt his cock touched her throat. Her tongue slathered around him wildly, her head bobbed as she sucked her cheeks in to increase the pressure upon him.

Jake closed his eyes tight and leaned forward, bending his body over her. His balls tightened and his shaft swelled between her lips. His teeth gritted as all hope of outlasting this was fading. Sarah seemed to be on a mission to finish him off, as if she was trying to take all the pent up frustration from him. Five long years of no interaction, no human contact, not just touch but also simple interactions. Sarah had always seemed to want to take some of that from him, now she seemed to have a new outlet to really take that from him. Her eagerness, her technique, all lead him to losing control.

"Sarah." He gasped and thumped his head to the glass. "Oh god I can't hold it." He warned her as his shaft jumped in her mouth. He could feel his balls tighten as her spit dripped from his sack. He smacked his fist to the window, "Gah!" He grunted as an orgasm he could no longer contain ripped through him. There was a brief warning as his shaft swelled between her lips before the first rope of his cum burst from his tip. The first spurt rippled through him, making his entire body shake from the force of it.

 

[MadMissJ]

The first spurt from him was a surprise, even though he’d coiled his body around her, his fist on the glass and his voice around her giving her warning, it was the jet of warm, thick cum that demanded she swallow as it trailed down her throat. Her lips opened to break the seal she’d used to drag from him, if he was to be trusted, his first orgasm in years. But her fingers continued, another twitch of his cock, dribbled pearls of cum across her chest, the weight of it trickling toward her belly.

She had to take her hand out of her jeans to stand up again, bare to the waist, and her fingers coated with her own dewy wetness, she painted it on him the way he’d left his marks on her own torso, she dragged the two fingers past his bellybutton and down toward his cock, and back up again. "Fair is fair." Was all she said, grinning. But even that faded away as she tried to concentrate on Jake, looking at the man with her. Silent. Her own heavy breathing was evident, through her nose it was so loud in the void of the observatory. It joined his and still she watched him just a little longer, before reaching down to start to collect her clothing.

No rules. That’s what this was. What was the protocol for giving Jake a blow job in the middle of the day? Her shirt had been ripped, and Sarah gamely took the corner of it to wipe at her chest, glancing every once and a while toward him, smile still the same. Somewhat on the victorious side, to shield her more confused feelings on what she should do next. Her skin still wanted his touch, her body still hummed for his attention, but her brain was telling her that this was over. They’d fucked, like she’d told him she wanted to.

“Jake…” She needed to ask, ask him what they did from here instead of stand there breathing hard with pent up desire like a teenager. But before the words could leave her mouth, there was what seemed like a whining grind of machinery, and the sound of the doors pressurizing and depressurizing until any sound stopped all together. And though the observatory possessed recessed dim lighting, that was gone too.

And no matter how many stars they could see in space none of them were close enough to donate any light to them. Pitch Black. Pitch Black, silent and frightening.

“Jake, what happened?” She whispered, groping now for him, not with confidence, but with fright. Wanting to find his hand, link their fingers and get to the door. “Which direction are the doors?” Sarah hadn’t bothered to map the room in her head, logic told her to head to the wall away from the windows. But open spaces and the absence of anything but their breathing threw her off. She tried to tilt her ears to listen for something, anything. Nothing, no power here. Her heart pounded when she thought of the doors. She’d watched Jake pry one open with a crowbar and other tools. But they had none of that here. Sarah tightened her hand in his.

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake's mind felt like shattered glass, unable to think, unable to process anything except the pleasure that had been forgotten within him. Thick ropes of his seed spilled from him, Sarah breaking him away from her mouth after the first salvo splashed down her throat. Just because she had removed him from her lips didn't mean that his orgasm was over. Instead the followed spurts splashed onto her body, her chest, running down her smooth skin.

She grabbed her top as she rose to her feet in front of him, forcing him to straighten himself away from the window. He was a little dizzy from cumming, after five years he had forgotten how intense they could be, let alone the build up he had backed up in his pipes. It was funny, despite that amazing blowjob, he could still feel his balls heavy and eager, as if they had far more to give should Sarah want another round. His mind was clearer though and he couldn't help but smirk as Sarah ran her pussy soaked fingers up and down his stomach.

He took a deep breath and reached for her to kiss her, his hands coming up far as to brush across her cheeks. "Jake.." she started softly.

The violence of the shock that ripped through the ship was incredible. Jake's arms slammed forward, passed Sarah's head to brace against the glass. There was a moment of weighlessness that followed as if the ship had lost a huge amount of altitude but that wasn't possible as there was no such concept in space. Gravity very briefly seemed to give out, only to return before any harm could be done. The sounds of grinding machinery filled the room, but only briefly as well. When the sound stopped, the lights went out as well.

The observatory was filled with oppressive darkness so thick he could not even see Sarah's outline from the feint light of the stars behind her. Post orgasmic bliss was replaced by overwhelming fear. There was no reference point to where the doors were, they had nothing to go on.

Sarah's fingers wrapped around his as everything calmed down and got eerily quiet. Only the sound of their breathing could be heard in the blackness.
“Jake, what happened?” she whispered as if any louder and the fear would become too real.

Jake shook his head, but realized she couldn't see that. "I..I don't know. It's never happened before." He told her. He pulled her arm against his body and pulled her along, "Come on, let's try and feel for the door, I can probably pull it open if we can find it." He explained, as they slowly shuffled their way across the room. Jake had a pretty good sense of direction and he felt like he knew vaguely where to take them to be at least near the door.

About half-way through the room there was a loud rumble and the ship began to shake, a light tremble that build along with the rumbling. There was a change in the light behind them and Jake turned back towards the window from which they came. His eyes widened in shock as a huge meteor floated passed the window, so huge that it completely blocked out all the stars.

"My God, a Meteor hit the ship." He said. "It must have jarred the systems. I hope it didn't actually damage the ship though."

As if on queue, the meteor passed and the stars were once again revealed. Then there was a pop and hum as if the ship was rebooting itself. Light flashed back on as if it had never vanished in the first place and the door slid open perfectly. In the darkness Jake had led them nowhere close to where the door had been. They would have been groping for a while before getting there in the dark.

Jake let out a breath, "Well that's a good sign." He squeezed her hand. "Come on, let's go see if we can find anything else wrong." He told her, stuffing himself back into his pants. He left his shirt discarded on the other side of the room, as the robots would get it eventually and he had other concerns at the moment. Sarah however was still topless, clinging her ruined blouse to her chest.

"You want to stop and get something on first?" He offered. "I have to go check things out, it can't wait. I'll meet you in the main lobby in ten minutes and we can continue to look together okay?" He told her, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Use the ship's P.A. intercom to call me if you find something." He told her and then ran off down the hall. His first stop was the engine bay, while he couldn't get inside with his wristband, he could at least examine the status panels to see if there is anything wrong.

He felt a little bad about ditching Sarah, but he had five years to memorize the ship and he had to move quick to make his rounds. If something was damaged bad enough to cause a power outage like that, then it needed to be found quickly and if it was something dangerous he didn't want to put her into that situation.

Round and round he went. Engine room was fine, cargo fine, crew storage, hibernation rooms in every sector, all fine. There was nothing he could fine wrong with the ship as far as he had access. The big rock must have just taxed the ship's shields enough to cause the ship to shutdown as many systems as it could afford to shut down to protect itself.

Fifteen minutes later he walked shirtless and sweaty from running into the lobby where he promised to meet Sarah.

 

[MadMissJ]

She’d never had her heart leap into her throat before, but the behemoth rock, blotting out everything outside the observatory did just that. Sarah had had her eyes on the stars for as long as she could remember, but not immediate space. It was the ship, the planet, the renewing of humanity that she’d been looking at. What she stared at now was what could end all that. She blinked as Jake spoke, the feeling of being physically ill rumbled in her belly, there were thousands of souls on this trip, and though she and Jake merely haunted the halls, Sarah couldn’t help but feel responsible for them.

“It must have jarred the systems. I hope it didn't actually damage the ship though.”

She didn’t have to have an engineering degree to know what he was talking about. Even the most basic child could recognize that if a big rock was thrown against something hard enough it was going to break something. Again, if she’d been in her pod, maybe she could have slipped away into the gentle night, never having ever woken up. But she was awake and watching, wide-eyed and frozen in her spot in the middle of the room. As if any movement would attract the rock’s attentions once more, braced and ready.

But there was a whirling and just a few flickers before the low lighting returned to rights. But while Sarah was still processing the emergency, Jake was on his feet running. He called to her and informed her of his plan whilst she was still looking about her, wondering if the lights would fail once more, trying to calculate in her head the odds of the large meteor hitting something else along the Avalon on its travels. Putting into her head the idea that if this one room could be damaged by something else, maybe, just maybe that was why Jake had never been able to get his pod in working order. How many small projectiles had the Avalon run into in the 41 years she’d been asleep? What were the odds?

But Jake was leaning to kiss her forehead and Sarah was shocked out of her daze. Nodding blankly.

“Right, right. Okay.” She agreed, hoping that she wouldn’t find anything.

But while he took off at a run toward where his machines and read outs would communicate to him the well being of the ship, Sarah walked toward the infirmary, relieving the medical bot of his coat and slipping her arms into the familiar piece of clothing, buttoning the first button down near her naval, the stooping neckline wouldn’t interfere with her work after all.

“Second Entry, day twenty, year eighty-five from Eden. We’ve had meteor impact….” And so, the entry went on, trying to describe what had happened in the Observatory, without divulging the reasons Subjects One and Two had been there to begin with. Luckily, Sarah could retrieve her pad and ear piece, and she placed that in her ear, knowing Jake’s weren’t on him. But she could watch now, the video’s he’d tapped into. And that was what she did, catching glimpses of him from the tops or the bottoms of her screens. But it was the rooms that he’d not accessed yet that she was interested in. He’d asked her to report if she’d found something. And on her walk to the lobby, she couldn’t see anything new, but her nose was buried in the thing, before she heard Jake approaching, holding it up for him to see.

“I haven’t seen anything.” Sure, it was useless to show him the rotation of images from other parts of the ship, but it was all she had to contribute, Jake’s sweaty figure, whole and evidently unharmed made her feel much better than any recording.

“Do you think it's safe?”

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake could see the worry in her eyes. Her nose in her datapad as she walked into the room. She had gone to her comfortable place, entering and processing data, which Jake figured she would do. He knew she was scared, hell he was scared, and the only thing he thought to do was to send her off to where she could calm herself. That way he could be worried for both of them. She told showed him her screen as they walked towards each other, she hadn't found anything but he didn't expect that she would.

She was worried about safety now and frankly, so was Jake, but he wasn't going to show that. He had check every data center on the ship he could get his eyes on, and everything seemed to be in order. What worried him, was the places he couldn't get to. Those off limit areas could hold imminent disaster and they could never know.

Jake wasn't going to share that with her. "I don't know, but everything seems to be okay. All systems are online and working, and I couldn't find any noticeable errors anywhere. I think we are okay." He took a breath and shrugged, "I think it was just a hiccup where the ship had to pull too many resources into the shield to stop that meteor, so not essential systems faltered for a minute until the system didn't need the power anymore."

He smiled and let out a soft chuckle, "Turns out the Migration Company knows how to build a good ship." He looked at her and his face turned serious. "You alright Sarah?" He asked stepping close to put his hands on her shoulders. Funny how he was so quick to touch her now that she had put his cock in her mouth. Before tonight he would be very careful about any casual touches, but after a girl swallows a little bit of your semen, casual touching didn't seem so taboo anymore.

"Tell you what. Worrying can't do us any good, so why don't we hit up a bar and have some drinks?" He suggested with a smile. Then looked down at his bare chest. "Actually I should probably get a shirt first."

 

[MadMissJ]

Jake’s explanation, or rather the guess that he’d inferred from the data available to him wasn’t as comforting as she thought he was trying to make it. Her arms again wound around herself, as if every time something came her way, that was how she would hold herself together from here on out. There should have been indentations in her skin for as many times as she’d taken that action in the last month. The arbitrary systems that it had effected didn’t sit well with her. The ship wasn’t meant to run for years on end, it had been meant to handle a large number of passengers for four months.

Over and over her mind was spinning with what if’s and hypothetical situations. But during her deep thinking he reached out for her, for the first time since they’d found themselves alone, together.

"You alright Sarah?"

“Huh?” That tugged her blue eyes up to him, finally in some semblance of good lighting, the first time she’d really seen his face since she’d asked him about his fantasies about her on their holopads. She had a confliction of feelings on that now. The awkward thought of she’d acted absurdly in the Observatory combined with her association of giving him a blow job with a meteor blowing up the ship. In addition, their brief, interrupted interlude hadn’t left her satisfied in the least. But instead of voicing that she merely echoed his words.

“Sure. The power grid rerouted power from non-essential systems to bolster the shields.” Here was where she started to smile. “I’m almost completely sure that it had nothing to do with you having an orgasm after half a decade of waiting.” It was all tongue in cheek, and she looked down at the ground shrugging. Panic and Desire were a strange mix.

"Tell you what. Worrying can't do us any good, so why don't we hit up a bar and have some drinks?"

She was nodding her agreement but scoffed when he suggested that he go get a shirt on.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Sarah chuckled, looping a finger into one of the belt loops of his pants. “If I am going as is, so are you. And I think I need a drink…or seven.” She was a lightweight, the only way she’d be drinking seven is if she planned on staying inebriated for the next few days, and adding some hair of the dog to that.

So she walked a few steps but turned backward, to release him. Reaching into her lab coat that skimmed her upper thighs. It was just a little work to shimmy out of her jeans, leaving them on the floor as she walked over them.

“There, you have no shirt, I have no pants. Let’s not go to a classy joint, we need somewhere where, where no shirt, no shoes is no problem.”

 

[TheRPGuru]

Sarah's behavior gave him relief. That she would make not only jokes but sexual jokes after her brush with death was a good sign. Shock could do strange things to people, Jake had seen it before. He only hoped that a few drinks and a few weeks without further incidents would help bring Sarah back to an even keel. He would worry enough for both of them.

He smiled as Sarah stepped out of her pants. No shirt, no pants indeed. "I know just the place." He told her, stepped beside her to place his hand at the small of her back.

As he led her to his favorite little bar on the fifth floor he thought about what had just happened. Did something like this happen before? Could it be the reason why his pod woke him up so early? He had check the hibernation rooms, this latest jolt didn't seem to trigger other people to wake up...whatever cause him to wake up must have been much bigger.

Two incidents in five years? What were the odds in the vastness of space for that to happen? What if the pre-programmed route to Eden was no longer safe due to drifting asteroid belts?

Jake shook it from his mind as theyou reach a bar called "On the Level" the E's in "level" meant to also look like 5s. Clever name if a little out of place. But this was Jake's favorite place on the ship. The red and gold decor relaxed him, it reminded him of his grandma's house back on Earth. It also reminded him of pimps. Interesting combination of memories.

Together Jake and Sarah took seats at the bar where the Android with complete A.I. programming zipped over. "Well you two look lovely tonight. And half dressed even." It said cheerfully. "Normally we have a policy of all patrons must be fully clothed. But alas it has been awfully slow these past few years, so I will permit this." The robots explained with a think British accent. "What can I get you? Oh nope. Don't tell me." The robot looked at Jake and narrowed it's eyes. "Whiskey on the rocks, straight up. And...." It turned to Sarah and did the same thing. "A gently shaken Martini, no olive."

Jake shrugged. "Sounds good. That okay with you?" He asked Sarah.

Once the robot had the order it zipped away on its wheels to make the drinks.

Jake watched it for a moment. "God that guy is cool." He said with a smile. He turned to Sarah and glanced down at her bare thighs, he held back a smile as he got curious to whether she had panties on or not.

"So Sarah...tell me. Do you give hummers to every guy you get impossibly stranded with, or am I just that damn good looking?" He teased. His main goal was to keep her mind on happy things. To make her laugh. He spent the last five years always worrying about things. But a wise man once said, "don't kill yourself by worrying over things you can't control. Live while you can and let the ships fall as they may."

 

[MadMissJ]

This was for the first time what seemed like a normal scenario. Not normal that they were half-naked. No, Sarah couldn’t honestly remember the last time she’d been half-naked, let alone naked with anyone besides herself. It was like she’d told Jake, she’d never tethered herself to Earth, not like he had. Sure, there was an occasional scratch and she itched it. But in the five years that she had, had time to build up her life in Eden, the biologist had ridiculously high standards of what her life was going to be.

Oh, sure she’d never been to a dive bar in her life. So, coming up on “On the Level” was a different experience. In the few weeks, they’d been trapped together, she’d never really wandered. She wasn’t the wandering sort, eventually she was sure that would be fixed, but once she’d been able to access the library with her Holopad, and convert the infirmary into a make-shift laboratory, that had been the end of her curiosity with the ship. But not Jake’s, Jake wanted to show her everything, and invariably she let him. Like this place, the velvet and gold ropes. But no matter how it was decorated, the place was still on a luxury liner. And when the bartender spoke, Sarah perked up, leaning forward on the bar, to look at the British bot closer, smiling.

"Normally we have a policy of all patrons must be fully clothed. But alas it has been awfully slow these past few years, so I will permit this."

“That’s very kind of you.” Sarah added before he tried to guess their drinks. She could only assume that the other drinks she’d had, had been logged into some database somewhere and that was where he was drawing from, but it impressed her none the less. Maybe it was the accent. Who didn’t love one of those? But Jake asked her if the drink was alright and she nodded, leaning further to look at where the bartender was drawing their drinks from, then sitting back down to face Jake.

"God that guy is cool."

“It has to be the accent.” She agreed, some of the sparkle that she’d lost coming back into her eyes.

"So Sarah...tell me. Do you give hummers to every guy you get impossibly stranded with, or am I just that damn good looking?"

She’d already taken the drink in her hand and had it up to her mouth when he asked her that question, her initial reaction was to laugh, which of course dripped the liquid onto her skin before she could put a hand under her mouth to sip it back up again. When she finally got a gulp from her glass, blue eyes narrowed on him.

“I don’t really know, I couldn’t see much of you in there…you could have been anyone.” She shrugged, taking another drink. “Anyone at all.” This made her grin at him in return.

“So, you are impressed with my skills then? I’ll have you know that I performed admirably at my Sorority hazing. Having gone down on a zucchini in front of eighteen girls in hoods laughing at me and spraying silly string and seltzer water, I have the concentration of a god damned Olympian.” She was already swimming, it had been a while since she’d eaten breakfast and the liquid hit her stomach like a bomb. But Sarah laughed, and raised a hand to wave off what she’d said immediately. “I didn’t mean to swear. Or tell you that story. Those are the sorts of stories you save for year 60, I think.”

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake smiled at her and nodded, "I could have been anyone. In the dark people tell me I look like a movie star, so you could have been mistaken. Either way...I got to cum so...it's fine." He said, sipping his drink and smiling at her.

Sarah went on to explain how her college had hazed her with fellatio on a phallic squash. Jake's eyes went wide as the bragged about her concentration. Jake looked around and waved for the robot. "Excuse me bar tender!" He called.

The robot zipped over with a smile. "Yes sir."

Jake leaned towards the robot. "Can you do me a favor and had all the cock-shaped vegetables you might have lying around? I don't want her to get any crazy ideas." He told the robot.

The robot gave him a blank stare. "I'm sorry I don't have any vegetables behind the bar, would you like me to book you a restaurant reservation?"

Jake shook his head, "No thank you, I'm sure we can get in."

"Very well." The robot said and zipped away.

Jake turned to Sarah with a grin. "Is that why every gesture you make looks like your stroking a dick off? Your old college training?"

Jake nodded and polished off his glass, "I gotta hand it to you Sarah. That's more adventurous than I would have pegged you for." He said with a smile.

Jake shrugged and motioned for another from the bar tender. "I feel guilty though." He told her, "I got off, but didn't get to return the favor. I think I should return the favor," He placed his and on her thigh and slowly walked his fingers towards her crotch, "I always get hungry for a snack box when I get drunk." He teased, pulling his fingers away before he got under her lab coat.

 

[MadMissJ]

Sarah was squealing out her protests as Jake signaled the bartender. She knew as soon as she’d seen his smile that he wanted to embarrass her. Her cheeks were bright pink now, and there she was on her stool, reaching up to try and grasp at his hand, pull it down so the Englishman wouldn’t notice it. But she’d failed, the bartender came to them and the minute Jake mentioned “Cock-Shaped Vegetables” She had already buried her face in her hands, laughing and groaning.

"I'm sorry I don't have any vegetables behind the bar, would you like me to book you a restaurant reservation?"

“Oh, my God!” That last word was elongated, and she was laughing so hard she thought she was going to cry, she couldn’t catch her breath so she had to come out from behind her hands, and this time it was to signal the barman herself and ask for another drink. She was going to have to drink away her horror, as Jake seemed to like to use it against her.

"Is that why every gesture you make looks like your stroking a dick off? Your old college training?"

“Every hand gesture I make is NOT like I’m stroking a dick!” This time she only had one hand to put over her face, trying to phantom of the opera hide whilst she sipped at the new, chilled martini. “I make normal hand gestures!” Sarah was giggling, there was no help for it, and she pushed at his arm and glared at him from over the top of her glass. “You look like a stroking dick motion.” It may not have made sense, but it was the best she could do given the circumstances and her level of humiliation.

"I gotta hand it to you Sarah. That's more adventurous than I would have pegged you for."

“Do you think that I spent my life sequestered in the library? And why am I the only one volunteering information? I shared a horrifying detail, it’s your turn. Share.” She egged him on. “I bet you were wild. What sort of trouble did you get into?”

"I feel guilty though. I got off, but didn't get to return the favor. I think I should return the favor,"

Sarah looked down at his fingers, they felt a little rough, mostly she thought, from all the work that he had given himself lately. But it wasn’t a bad feeling, the skin on her thighs tingled where he touched, but she continued to take another sip of her Martini, trying to conceal her disappointment when he reached the hem of her coat and stopped.

"I always get hungry for a snack box when I get drunk."

“Is that right?” She endeavored for sophisticated, collected. But the giggles were still inside her, the nervousness, the anticipation, the fact that she’d had his dick in her mouth and had listened to his fantasies, fantasies that she had made him tell her. It roiled around inside her, and her own hand went to rest where his had stopped, touching the last place he had.

“A recent craving?”

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake took a sip of his drink refill and looked at her over the rim of the glass, "Recently rediscovered craving." He said.

He set the glass down with a sigh and looked at her. "I was adventurous I suppose. Probably more than I should have been, otherwise I'd have a full engineering degree instead of being just a basic mechanic." He explained, taking the jokes down and giving her information he knew she wanted. "I've had my share of drunk adventures. Never sucked off a Zucchini, but I once tried to take a bong hit out of a car exhaust pipe. Ended up with a brunt throat and I couldn't talk for six weeks. That was fun."

He smiled and said, "It's funny sometimes..***** I mean. Two completely different people from two completely different backgrounds, can somehow end up in the same place, the same situation. There are 5000 other people on this ship, any one of their pods could have fucked up, but fate chose ours."

A chuckle came from his mouth as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. "It's like being stranded on an island. Though I suppose in someways, I ended up pretty lucky." He said, turned his head slowly towards her. "At least I got stranded with the most beautiful woman I've never seen." He confessed, looking at her seriously.

It was a shame really that this whole relationship was a fabrication. There had only been one accident on this ship, well two, but only one that mattered. That was his pods malfunction. Sarah's "malfunction" had been artificial, forced upon her by Jake's selfishness. He thought that he might make it up to her by being the perfect man for her. Perhaps if she could fall in love with him, like he had already fallen for her long before she even awoke, then maybe the horror of what he had done to her wouldn't be so bad.

Yeah right.

Jake hated himself. Yet every time he looked at her, every time he made her laugh, he realized he wasn't sorry. He believed that he could make her happy, given enough time. He would make up for robbing her of a life on Eden, by giving her a good life on the Avalon. If he could make sure the ship didn't fall apart on the way.

 

[MadMissJ]

When he started to tell her his story, the mood in the room seemed to change, as well as the lighting. It was strange but the room was reading them, their conversation, their mood. And though she smiled and even laughed at the bong hit that had taken out his voice for more than a month, it was strange that they had known each other for less time than that. Twenty days. Sarah smiled at him but put her drink now on the bar, a finger making a ring around the flat-bottomed glass.

"It's funny sometimes..***** I mean. Two completely different people from two completely different backgrounds, can somehow end up in the same place, the same situation. There are 5000 other people on this ship, any one of their pods could have fucked up, but fate chose ours."

That was particularly painful to hear, and Sarah swallowed hard and nodded. He was past where she was at this moment. Five years past. He’d tried to discover what had caused his pod’s malfunction, he’d had years to dwell and accept. She couldn’t accept, not yet. It seemed as if it was just a temporary situation, she wasn’t ready to let her dream go. She had her hopes that she’d discover something, anything and the two of them would lay back in their pods, a few years older and they would wake up and maybe try again, on Eden? He could build a house, she could ask him to add a study? It was wildly unrealistic, but the thought was still there.

"It's like being stranded on an island. Though I suppose in some ways, I ended up pretty lucky. At least I got stranded with the most beautiful woman I've never seen."

Her mood changed somewhere between the teasing and his calling her the most beautiful woman he had seen. She knew what he meant, that if they had to be stranded that at least they were both suited to it. But it sat wrong with her, and she hurried to signal her agreement and moved straight along to gulping her martini, wishing that she’d had an olive now to twirl in her glass.

With a folding of her brow she again signaled for another drink, but she shook her head before the barman could wander away.

“Tequila, I think. Straight.” Yes, this was about to turn into a straight tequila night.

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake wasn't dumb, he knew he had put a huge damper on the sexual tension between them. But it was for the best, he felt. She was drinking and Jake didn't want her to fuck him because of booze. Then again fucking someone because you were stranded with them was kind of a messed up thing anyway, Jake figured that must be how most prison relationships start. One moment you're just two people who got put together, the next you're someone's bitch.

Jake decided in that moment that he was going to try and do something for her. Something nice and unexpected. Something that might help her take her mind off things. As she ordered a stiffer drink, Jake thought about that as he stared into the bottom of his glass.

Tequila turned out to be a little heavy for Sarah and Jake ended up having to carry her in his arms to her room. Half a mile away. All the while Sarah slurred sweet non-sense to him. One moment she spoke of the pressure of writing a thesis at such a young age, the next she was talking about naked slumber parties outside of a frat house. Most of it was incoherent though.

Once she was in bed, she curled up into the sheets and seemed to doze off completely. Jake didn't sleep, instead went to work on his new project. By the time Jake had gone to bed it was eight in the morning, and he had worked through the night. He broke into the green house, and brought plants into Sarah's make-shift lab. He lined an entire side of the lab with plants and flowers, making it look like a window into a wonderful outside world. Hopefully this would brighten her studies up.

That wasn't all he did. He also made a bookshelf, and filled it with every manual and handbook his could find. He set up the bottom two shelves for her to place her own notes and research on the shelf in an organized way as well. When he was all said and down, the lab looked like a library/forest park, it was beautiful.

The doctor robot was confused as fuck though.

Jake fell into his bed at eight thirty in the morning, falling asleep shortly before Sarah would probably be waking up for the day. He smiled and hoped she enjoyed his little gift.

 

[MadMissJ]

While Jake worked, Sarah slept. And she went right on that way. She’d not been kidding when she told him; that night could be whenever they wanted, in that conversation that seemed so long ago. Sarah hunkered herself down for the long haul. And it would be quite a few days before she saw what Jake had put so much effort into.

She had a gold tiered ticket, she never had to leave her room if she wished. For a while she’d sat on the floor of the shower, just staring ahead while the water ran. Focusing on some far-off point, letting her mind take a break while the feelings that Jake had stirred up started to settle once more. Sarah felt like a ticking time bomb. Would there come a day when the mention of the future didn’t feel like something had been stolen from her? That day didn’t come the next day, or the next or even the one after that. She kept right on walking the floor, falling into bed when she was exhausted. Sarah didn’t pick up her holopad or headset. She’d wanted to be alone. Funny that, she was almost completely on her own, but even one more soul around her felt oppressive and one too many.

On day six, her doors slid open and Sarah immerged. If her drunker self had been like a pupae, then Sarah now was much more like a butterfly. She’d been in the habit of wearing comfortable clothing, but there was something about a sundress, something that was light and flirted around with being far too short. The spaghetti straps barely there. And Sarah went in search of Jake, to apologize. And after she’d stopped by her lab and had seen the work he’d done there, to thank him.

He would of course be in the greenhouse, it wasn’t just greenhouses anymore, they were Jake’s Greenhouses. His workshop, his space that she ventured into after a short elevator ride to the right sector. She entered and paused, the tell-tale signs of occupancy were around her. And Sarah continued, until she saw him and waited for him to see her.

Sarah didn’t know what to say, it was a common enough affliction with her, the brainiac opting for nothing when too many feelings and thoughts got in the way. She smiled a half smile, that was the apology it seemed. And she stood over him in his chair, a nervous hand touching his arm, like she had in the observatory, trailing her fingers along his neck until her hand was in his hair. Silently, Sarah shifted the things on the table he’d been working on, swinging a leg around so when she sat, she straddled his lap and her free hand pulled her closer to Jake, between his shoulder blades. The kiss wasn’t tentative and testing, it was demanding. Her foot found purchase against the back leg of his chair, and Sarah started to coil around him, slowly, with obvious intent. The girl pulled back from his mouth to consider his eyes, his face, his features, the hand that fell from his hair, ran itself thumb across Jake’s lower lip, before Sarah dipped in again to taste another kiss.

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake's Greenhouse modifications http://auburnpointegreenhouse.com/assets/images/pages/tea9.jpg

Sarah was nowhere to be found when he woke. He didn't see her for all day, nor the day after that. He felt that creeping emptiness start to ease back into him. The solitude that had threatened to completely consume him. A solitude so dark that he forced Sarah to wake up and join in his nightmare. It was for that reason, that he didn't go to her. Sarah was still adjusting to her new reality, much in the way he had, and he didn't see how he could ever help her get through it.

So he left her alone, she needed to get through this on her own. He just hoped she would be stronger for it, once she came to terms with her situation. Yet he himself was not ready to be banished back to solitude. The desperation and panic that filled him, almost had him running to Sarah's room and begging her to just be near him. He would promise not to talk to her, not to bother her, but he needed her presence in his life.

Instead Jake began to rip the greenhouse apart. He spent a week tearing down and rebuilding the greenhouse of the ship. He set up a real garden with fruits and vegetables in organized rows, so they would eventually have fresh produce to eat, instead of what came out of a machine. He tore apart a couple of butler robots and reprogrammed them to tend to the garden. Before he realized it, Jake had completely reworked the Greenhouse to be a real life farm and garden. He smiled to himself and took deep breaths, the plants made the air fresher, more alive, it was wonderful.

His worktable was centered in the garden now, so he could tinker and work while surrounded by the plant life. He could almost imagine himself on Eden, working in the middle of a field, or perhaps on the back porch of the house he wanted to build himself when he got there.

He lost count of the days while he worked, but he hadn't seen or heard from Sarah the entire time. He figured it was maybe ten days, two weeks, something like that, when he felt Sarah come up behind him. Her hand gently brushed along his arm as he messed with a few raw materials in an attempt to create a durable hand shovel.

He glanced up at Sarah and was reminded of how beautiful the small blonde was. She smelt wonderful, her skin a scent that was stronger to him than any of the flowers or planets around him. She said nothing as she slid around him and sat herself into his lap. Her eyes met his with desire and yearning that he had not seen in a long time from anyone. She put her arm around him and pulled him towards hers. Jake let her, and they kissed, not chaste, not gently, but deep and fierce! Jake's arms went around her and held her body tight against his.

Sarah's legs curled around his waist, pushing him away from the back of the chair. Jake groaned as she worked her body against his, her crotch grinding into him. Without warning Jake swept his arm across the workbench clearing it off with a crash of random items and tools. He pushed off the chair and laid Sarah back onto the table top, his body looming over hers. His hands slid up her sides, dragging her dress upwards.

Jake paused a moment and looked into her eyes. "Good morning. You must have been exhausted. You slept for like ten days." He smiled and kissed her again.

 

[MadMissJ]

Maybe a few weeks ago, the clatter and even the action of Jake sweeping everything from his workbench to clear the way for him to lay her out on it would have made her laugh, however now he lifted her on top, his hands supporting her weight with each palm finding purchase against the pliable flesh of her backside. Sarah hadn’t worn anything under the light, flowing fabric for just this reason. What had been the point? She’d felt lonely, and her body still craved the release that Jake had promised. And leisurely her dress caught against Jake’s wrists, his hands traveling from thigh to hip to the gentle dip of her waist and Sarah arched her back, it was a feminine and feline curve, her easy smile echoed the self-same bowing.

And from his elbows her own hands traveled, over the harder cut muscles of his forearms, the blending into the intricate tendons and crisscrossing veins of the back of his hands, and still her fingers spread to follow his larger ones to their ends, but her own hands didn’t stop, over the dress, she cupped her breasts, dragged her hands along her neck until at last they clasped the other side of the table, above her head, laying her body out for him, beckoning for Jake to adventure further, her ankles locked behind him to keep him captive and to insure that this time, there was going to be completion, for the both of them.

"Good morning. You must have been exhausted. You slept for like ten days."

“Something like that.” Was all she had time to answer, before his mouth was on hers once more, her knees tightening against his side, as the ridge of his fly against her bare flesh created the most pleasing, if teasing sensations. So, she shifted her hips to grind against him, running her slit across the stitching, the rough feeling of his zipper and even his own hard length as Jake was decided interested in what she was offering.

“Seems like someone missed me.”

 

[TheRPGuru]

With a flourish of her hands, Sarah wiped her hands over her head taking her dress with her. Jake broke the kiss and paused over her, looking down at the gorgeous naked women beneath him. Her legs hooked around his waist and her crotch ground against the excitement within his jeans. Jake smiled and gently let his fingers brush over her body, her arms, her breasts, her belly.

She made a joke about someone being eager to see her, and he smirked, "Of course, he never got a chance to meet you completely." He shrugged, "It was dark." He smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Then his body was on top of hers, her breasts mashing to his chest as he worked his lips to hers. It was a relief of pent up passion, of need that was simply begging to be released between them. Five years of solitude, five years of not seeing another person let alone this kind of interaction. His desire was in full force, if anything it was strong than it had been two weeks ago in the mysterious dark of the observatory.

As the kiss grew deeper, Jake eventually couldn't take it anymore. He grunted animalistically and pushed off of her. His fingers flew to his pants and jerked open his fly, jerking his pants down a feat that was a little tough with the death grip her legs had wrapped around his waist. Then he was naked above her, his cock hard and heavy before him.

He paused a moment as he pushed forward, looking at the beautiful before him. His cock slapped upon her lower belly. Then he shifted himself downward, his cock sliding from her lower stomach, until his tip dipped between her legs and caressed her soft folds. Jake braced himself, as he fitted himself to her soft, warm entrance and held his breath as he pushed gently inside of her. He gasped as her body opened to him, her folds opening and welcoming him as he slipped himself into her.

"Oh god Sarah." He whispered, lowering himself over her as his shaft pushed deeper and deeper into her. His lips hovers over hers as he rested himself to her, his cock almost to the hilt within her wonderful depths. He held himself still, savoring her walls quivering around him, milking his girth. It was like being a virgin again, the sensations all but forgotten to him since the last time he had sex many many years ago.

He smiled and kissed her as he began to rock himself gently in and out of her, short thrusts, as he was not willing to remove himself too much from her. He wasn't finished enjoying being buried inside of her.

 

[MadMissJ]

She liked him wild. Jake was so down to earth, patient, hardworking, he was a wonderful companion, thoughtful and funny but there was a little bit of an impatient devil behind his heavenly eyes. That part of him was what she wanted. He’d shown it when they’d been in the observatory, the minute her buttons in the low lights thwarted him, she could still hear the rending of cotton and silk. The sound of the buttons flying off and the tap, tap, tap that had been mostly hidden by her laughter. Sarah had an inkling of it as she playing pulled his mouth from her’s with a growl, and down from between the hill so her breasts and the valleys of her stomach and pussy she watching him unleash himself, and with it, a little more of that self-control.

Maybe he knew her a little more than she had realized. She wanted him, had done everything she could to tell him, besides actively moan for him to hurry up and stick it in. But he knew better than she thought. There wasn’t the fevered, playful situation between them that had culminated in their performance amongst the stars. This was losing herself by inches. The pale pink rosebuds that upon milky flesh, jumped with each small, silent intake of breath as Jake merely leaned into her, let her open to accommodate him. Ever the curious cat, Sarah brought her hand to where they met, swirling over her clit, before v’ing to feel where they met. And the way he barely moved, started to build up her selfish side, she abandoned her passive repose and leaned up on her elbows to take his mouth with hers.

“You’re a terrible tease, Jake.” She told him, between his brief slight stokes, though it was delivered with a smile.

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake smiled at her accusation of him. "I'M a tease?" He asked his in disbelief. "Babe you're luck I haven't creamed you yet. Fucking five years of barely even having a boner, I feel like a fucking virgin again." He protested, loving the line of her body as she propped herself onto her elbows. Jake straighten with the slack she gave him and began to make longer, deeper motions with his hips. He could feel her walls sliding along his entire length, her tunnel gripping him tightly as he withdrew only to part and open around him as he pushed back into her again.

He could feel himself throbbing inside of her, every stroke igniting him up and down his entire body. His palms dug into the table top painfully so that he could have some slight distraction from the pleasure that was being within her velvet hold. Each stroke got a little faster as Sarah seemed to wait expectantly for him to fuck her as he had promised over holo.

Finally he thrust deep into her, forcing a moan from her mouth that she probably hadn't expected. His teeth gritted as he got accustomed to the pleasure and was able to keep his nut in check. "Now you're gonna get it." He warned her as the table shook with his thrusts. Her wetness made wonderful sounds as he stroked himself in and out of her, his deepest thrusts seemed to barely miss her cervix as he fucked her. He wondered if she liked that, some girls couldn't handle it, but Sarah might. If they did doggy he was sure he could get his cock to touch her womb.

He smirked and filed that back for later. Instead he buried his face to her chest and nuzzled between her breasts, licking and teasing her while his hips pumped away at her.

 

[MadMissJ]

And she laughed again, once he spoke. Sarah brought her hand up to his face, touching the smooth shaved feeling of his cheeks, petting him really with the same sort of light strokes that he was pulsing into her. And she kissed him, because what else was there to do? It was cut with a smile, a giggle and then a moan, but she attempted the kisses admirably.

She laid back to watch him, paying with her own nipple, pinching the bud and letting go in time with her fingers that made show of the slow, small circles around her clit. With eyes closed to the pleasure of it, she didn’t see the war he was having with himself. She was simply a creature of desire. The craving for more, and harder and faster. Only when she felt that first hard thrust, the wet clap of their meeting together did her blue eyes pop open with surprise. It was a rush, a surge, a feral expression of carnal things, that left her sighing his name. And like Jake, when he separated himself too far from her, she attempted to pull him back to her. When they were here, like this, it felt like there was only one soul on the ship again. But it wasn’t lonely, it wasn’t frightened, it had found home.

"Now you're gonna get it."

She wasn’t sure if she had the prescience of mind to respond, her tits jumping with each of their raw, hungry meetings.

“So, fuck me then, Big Boy.” Her nails reached as far as they could go, leaving half-moons of pleasure on his haunches, even her moans now were cut short, interrupted by his promise. His tongue and teeth and lips worshiping her breasts. Sarah sucked on two fingers that she’d hand playing around her mouth, trying to keep her whimpering down. Though there was no reason for it, except habit. He could have fucked her until Sol burned out and no one could have heard them or ever known.