Star-Crossed-4
290 Words
Reth had his hands full with the Kressl run. At some point since the last time the ship’s maps had been updated, a small moon had disintegrated just south of Bellisle, leaving an asteroid belt strewn across space like debris lining a busy highway. It took every waking hour to plot and re-plot the ship’s course. More than once, he had to call down to the gunnery to request clearance. Some of the damn asteroids were just too big to outmaneuver.
Not that Reth needed an excuse to page Xan to the depths of the ship.
By the third day of tedious navigation, the asteroid field was clear. Sensing an impending end to his shift, Reth pressed the intercom button that would patch him through to the gunners below. With a faint push, he turned his navigator’s chair away from the bridge for a little privacy and pressed a forefinger against his earpod to capture the full pleasure of Xan’s laugh.
When it came, it sent a shiver of delight down Reth’s spine that coalesced into a small sun at his groin. “Hey there, sexy,” Xan purred. He sounded close enough to touch, and Reth unconsciously gripped the arm of his chair to keep his fingers from straying elsewhere. “Any more balls you want me to bust up there for you?”
Reth’s grin slipped into his voice. “I’ve got a pair of balls for you,” he teased. “Meet me in the simdeck at 1900 hours.”
“That’s only five minutes from now,” Xan pointed out. “I can’t leave here just yet.”
“Why not?” Reth asked. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
He heard Xan’s sharp intake of breath and could easily imagine the look on the gunner’s face, torn between duty and desire. Finally, a lusty sigh filled Reth’s ear that made him laugh. “I gotta make it quick.”
“So you’re coming?” Reth prompted.
Xan’s laugh curled through him. “Damn, lover boy. I’m already there.”
THE END
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