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Her exile was complete, her demotion final, the demerits on her record would dog her heels until she mustered out of the navy, and any fast return to paradise was unlikely. Earth was nothing more than a speck in the viewscreen, so small that she had to squint to see it, and the planet only seemed to grow further away with each passing day. It was a drop of water in the vast galaxy, but even in the shadow of Jupiter, there were still rays of light amidst the darkness.
One such ray was between her legs.
Tsant sighed as bliss shot through her crotch and raced up her spine. Her hands cradled the back of her Sírwan’s head, fingers gripping the base of her white hair not too roughly, urging her lover on as she watched with hooded eyes. Golden rings stared back, defiant, and when a second finger entered her cunt and curled upward with the first, Tsant gasped softly as she leaned back. Inertia carried and the pair slowly rotated in the air.
At first it had just been curiosity. Would it feel any different? How did the body react to the change in orientation? Was it even possible? It was easy enough to shut down the gravity drive and lock out the control panels. They were hanging in orbit around the gas giant, overwatch for the refinery construction. But the only ships in the system were Shil’vati, and as boredom had stretched on, the idea of zero g sex seemed interesting enough.
Certainly, this wasn’t Sírwan’s first go at it, and Tsant moaned as a third finger joined the languid pace of the first two, her lover’s tongue worrying at her clit. Her feet dug into Sírwan’s shoulder blades, the motion sending them spinning in the rather spacious cockpit. There was just enough space to float but not so much that they weren’t at risk of getting stuck.
Not that Sírwan hadn’t thought of that beforehand it seemed. Had the gravity been on she’d be kneeling on the ground, but as it was her knee was on the canopy and a hand on a seat stopped their spin. The sudden purchase had the building pressure jumping for release and Tsant found herself cumming while perpendicular with the center stick.
“You’re too good at this,” she groaned, fingers carding through white hair.
“Oh, baby,” Sírwan whispered, her breath against Tsant’s cunt sending shivers up her legs. “I haven’t even used my dildo yet.”
Tsant closed her eyes and licked her lips as her mind’s eye raced ahead of what little common sense remained between them. “But it’s not here,” she reasoned. “You left it on the Sunraiser.”
“Did I?” Sírwan kissed the inside of Tsant’s thigh. “Would I have left it behind if I knew we’d be going on yet another routine sortie?” Tsant hummed as lips traced their way up her stomach, a kiss on each ab. “Why shouldn’t I want to treat my naughty girl who’s been on such good behavior?” Her breast was given a squeeze as Sírwan traced kisses up her throat.
Tsant rolled her eyes and braced herself on her lover’s shoulders. “This is hardly good behavior,” she chuckled. “And I’m no one’s girl.”
She gasped when Sírwan fisted her black locks and tugged, her lover rushing up her throat to bite at her ear. “You sure about that?” she whispered. “Last I remember, you were all but begging for Mommy. Nearly embarrassed yourself on the flightdeck.”
“I wasn’t the one who couldn’t keep her hands to herself,” Tsant huffed.
Sírwan tugged her lover’s hair, exposing more of her delectable neck, and relished the little moan that escaped her. She ghosted kisses along that jaw and said, “Didn’t stop you from cumming on my fingers later, did it? Almost came right there on the flightdeck in front of everyone.”
“Fuck,” Tsant murmured.
“Oh?” Sírwan grinned as she palmed her lover’s ass and shifted so they were eye to eye. Floating on an axis until they were correctly orientated. “Does that do something for you? Letting others watch?” She stole a kiss and the chance to respond. “Is babycakes an exhibitionist?”
“I am not!” Tsant snapped, cheeks flushing and imagination racing.
“Mmm, hindsight really is crystal, isn’t it?” Sírwan cupped the wetness between Tsant’s legs and dared her to deny it. Golden rage crumbled to teasing circles. “And to think you wanted to play with the pinkies down the well …” — she tugged Tsant down and let inertia do the rest — “when all you needed was right here. Lick.”
Tsant’s glare could’ve been withering if it weren’t for the lust clouding her golden rings. Sírwan had her foot on an armrest and a hand bracing on the canopy overhead, her lover between her legs and face against her cunt, and for a moment she enjoyed Tsant’s sloppy kisses and licks. Then she opened the bag maglocked to her ejector seat and pulled out the harness.
The Sunraiser wasn’t a small ship by any means — a midrate cruiser augmented with increased fighter bays — but it wasn’t so large that privacy was a given. Only senior officers had private bunking, so even naval aviators had to share, much to the lamentation of many a noble daughter. There was nothing wrong with that; it just meant that they had to get creative with whatever alone time they managed to squirrel away, and for the moment nothing beat a pilot and her weapon systems officer stuck on hydrogen patrol.
Sírwan shuddered. “Up.”
Tsant grinned defiantly as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. A picture of self-confidence that bordered on arrogance. One that Sírwan was eager to see replaced with subjected reverence. “Turn around,” she ordered, and Tsant tugged at her bottom lip as she complied, knees on her seat, hands on her headrest, ass in the air.
Sírwan slipped on the harness with practiced hands and clicked the blue dildo into place. Then she decided that it would be too easy to dive right in. “Babycakes’ been naughty,” she said, gripping the dildo by the base and dragging the tip across Tsant’s wanting slit. “Thinks she’s off the hook for the shit she pulled last week.”
Tsant looked over her shoulder. “The bitch had it coming,” she said, pushing against the dildo, “and I don’t like sharing.” She pushed again, harder, and whined when firm hands on her hips stopped her.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Just fuck me, Sírwan.”
“Baby,” Sírwan cooed, dragging the tip from clit to ass. “Don’t forget your manners.”
“Please.” Tsant’s glare turned into whining. “Please, just fuck me, Mommy.”
Sírwan slotted a couple inches into her lover’s sopping cunt. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Tsant nodded, groaning and breathing deep.
Sírwan grabbed her lover’s hips and pulled them closer until her ass was flush with her hips. She wedged a knee between Tsant’s legs to open her stance, pulled her up by the arm so her back was flush with her chest, and reached a hand down her stomach so she could worry at Tsant’s clit. Her lover gasped as she leaned back, head lolling on her shoulder.
It was a languid pace that Sírwan set, slow rolls of her hips, firm brushes of her fingers, soft kisses on the shoulder. The type of tenderness that Tsant would have balked at ever accepting before, but now she’d happily drown in the sea that was Sírwan’s warmth, the pleasure fucked into her like churning waves. In zero g the only weight that tethered her was Sírwan. Every inch that filled her was Sírwan. Every jolt of pleasure came from Sírwan.
A hand snaked its way up between her breasts and found purchase at her throat, lithe fingers curling, squeezing just enough to send a thrill shooting down her spine.
“Cum for me, baby,” Sírwan whispered, exertion in her voice.
Tsant came, clenching around the dildo as she moaned, grasping at the arm across her chest. Glorious seconds seemed to drag on for minutes and she luxuriated in the feeling of utter euphoria. And when she was pulled back down into reality, she smiled as Sírwan continued to thrust into her with that lazy pace, leaned back so she could catch her lover’s lips.
Then she grabbed hold of her headrest and pushed back against those thrusts.
“My baby’s so needy,” Sírwan laughed, meeting each push with one of her own. “It’s a wonder you ever survived without me.”
“You like that I’m spoiled,” Tsant said. She leaned forward, arched her back, and ate up the way Sírwan’s eyes tracked down her spine and around her ass.
“Mmhmm.” Sírwan grabbed her lover’s hips and put a little more purpose into her thrusts. “Makes the sight of you on your knees at my cunt all the better.”
Tsant wanted to retort, but the new pace Sírwan settled on stole any words she might’ve said. Her hand went to her clit, the sound of cheeks hitting hips filling the air with Sírwan’s grunts, the smell of sex permeating all around even as the air scrubbers worked their magic.
Her lover was rougher the second go around. Tsant was dragged up by the arm, the slap on her ass like a crack of thunder that had the pressure building rapidly, Sírwan’s mouth insatiable as she sucked at Tsant’s neck. An airy, strained moan poured out Sírwan and Tsant lost control. She gasped around her pleasure as her legs shook.
They were on the float as she came down, but Sírwan was still chasing her own release, and Tsant pulled herself off the dildo and spun around so she could face her lover. With a sudden dexterity that surprised, she locked her legs behind Sírwan’s knees, loosened the harness enough to slip a hand in, and sunk two fingers three knuckles deep. She grinned as she used the heel of her palm to rub Sírwan’s clit, her fingers working in tandem, and she watched transfixed as Sírwan came undone.
Tsant wanted to press the moment into her memory and relive it a hundred times.
But there was something special about this being just for her and Sírwan, a drop of heaven in what had been a sea of misery.
“Shit,” Sírwan said, and Tsant followed her gaze to the blinking light above the dashboard viewscreen. A physical indicator that Sunraiser’s traffic control was hailing them in the event that their helmet mounted displays failed.
“How fucked are we?” Tsant asked, grinning despite everything.
“Enough,” Sírwan said.
She disentangled their limbs on the float, shucked the dildo and harness, pulled herself into proper orientation with the rest of the cockpit, and grabbed her helmet from where it was stored. It looked overly large on her head without the accompanying vac-suit, nor was it sound-tight, and Tsant caught faint whispers of whatever the traffic controller was saying.
“Just a momentary malfunction that’s been resolved,” said Sírwan, and Tsant grinned impishly as she grinned and mouthed those words back at her. “We’re showing green across the board.”
Tsant grabbed hold of her seat and oriented herself with the ground, then reached over and unlocked the control panel, turned on the forward cameras so Jupiter’s bulk filled the curved canopy viewscreen, and started the process of powering up the gravity drive. “Brace,” she said, grabbed the back of her seat and positioned her feet, saw that Sírwan had done the same, and pressed the button. A slow turn of a dial had gravity growing in strength until it was a solid one g, exactly as it would have felt had they been on Earth.
“— you will be shaking down your entire interceptor when you get back,” Tsant heard after she pressed her ear against Sírwan’s helmet. “Chief says, and I quote, ‘We might not be at war, but it’s only a matter of time before our monopoly in this system is challenged’.”
“Understood, ma’am.”
“Return to your station, Rerun, you’re drifting off course. And rein in Baby while you’re at it.” — Tsant grinned and placed Sírwan’s hand around her throat — “The captain reminded me that she’s supposed to be on a short leash.”
Sírwan’s glare danced between annoyance and desire. “Tightening as we speak, ma’am.”
Traffic control clicked off and Sírwan pushed her visor up and stole a kiss from Tsant. “You’re the worst,” she huffed, pulling her hand from Tsant’s loose grip.
“And you can’t get enough,” Tsant said.
Sírwan rolled her eyes and threw Tsant’s bodysuit at her. “Get dressed. Our sortie’s almost over and I’d like to be through our shake down before third watch takes over.”
They dressed with practiced ease, and after cleaning up after themselves and running down a preflight checklist, they took control of their interceptor from the autopilot and readjusted their course. After that was done and astrodynamics carried on, Tsant leaned back and said, “And here I thought you wanted me to return the favor so we’re even before crashing for the night.”
“Oh,” Sírwan murmured. “There’ll be time enough for that, babycakes. Maybe after I’ve finished using your tongue … I’ll let you tell me the story of how an idiot like Diorwe escaped M’Pravasi’s wrath while the rest of you didn’t.”