Thorn woke up to a lithe body moving along hers, hands wrapped in her hair. A warm mouth pressed against hers and an enticing tongue traced her lips, as if asking for entrance. With a low moan, she pulled Viera atop her and opened her mouth, deepening the kiss.
Viera rotated her hips, gyrating above, breath rough with her excitement.
Not wanting this lovely dream to end, Thorn kept her eyes shut as her right hand lazily drew circles and designs down Viera’s silky back. When she got to Viera’s panties, she traced the waist band, reveling in the other woman’s tremors and groans. The more she played, the tighter Viera’s hand got in her hair.
Thorn slid her hands under the elastic band to Viera’s most intimate areas. She let herself stroke and rub gently, loving the sounds the other women made. Gasping, Viera pushed Thorn back. “I want more.”
“Mmm, you do? Like what?” Thorn wasn’t sure if she should be amused or offended. She finally opened her eyes to see the vision of bed-headed beauty above her.
Viera shut her eyes, as if embarrassed, or bracing herself for what she’d say next. “I want to taste you as you scream out your orgasm.”
Ah, amused then. I can work with this.
“Well, my Earthing lover, if you must know, I want the same thing.” Thorn raised a single eyebrow. “What if you straddle me backwards and we both get what we want?”
Viera leaned down to kiss Thorn hard and deeply in answer.
After thoroughly exploring her mouth, Viera slid off the panties, and moved to the position Thorn suggested. As Thorn pulled Viera’s hips down to lick the sex hovering above her, already glistening with her excitement, Viera began her own tongue investigation.
Thorn rotated her hips up to give better access, her own heat building. She slowly dragged Viera’s clit between her teeth as she pushed two fingers deep into the other woman, plunging, in and out, in and out, deep and rhythmic.
Lost in the sensations Viera created within her, and the licking and teasing she returned, she almost missed as the muscles in Viera’s body began to tighten. As Thorn sucked on Viera’s clit, the other woman screamed out. She’d been close enough that Viera’s orgasmic yells and pleasure spasms were enough to put her over.
The joy of the moment washed through her. Wave after wave of the heat that had been building up crashed as she quivered and groaned out her own release.
Again, she marveled at how well the two of them matched. Though not from the same world, they worked each other’s bodies well.
Viera turned and cuddled into her. “Morning, sunshine.”
“Mmm, morning, my fire cloud.” Thorn purred low. “I didn’t expect to wake up like that.”
Viera’s arm slid around her waist and a leg entwined with hers. “I didn’t want you to be late for work, and I wasn’t sure you had an alarm set.”
A laugh burst out of Thorn. “That’s your solution for an alarm clock?”
A content hum escaped Viera as she relaxed further into Thorn. “No, that was you. I was just going to give you a morning kiss.”
The ven landed on Viera’s shoulder, turned, then walked down to her hip. He turned again then settled. Thorn let out a gusty sigh. “Fezzik … in my space?”
“Scout did warn me. I meant to return him, but he’s so soft and cuddly.” She looked at the creature. I’ll bring him back on my way to my room. We arrive at Torville Station Number Six today, right? I should pack and get ready.”
Thorn’s head fell back on her pillow, her responsibilities slamming back to mind. “Yeah, and on that note, my lovely lady, I should shower and head up to the bridge. I have responsibilities … things to do today. We’ll be going through the GPS within the hour, just so you know.”
***
The lift to the bridge gave Thorn a few minutes to shift her thoughts from the naked woman in her room to the priorities of the day. Not enough time. She’d stopped by the dining hall for a breakfast sandwich and mug of coffee, then grabbed a second mug before heading up to command. She needed to be sharp if they were meeting with members of the many alien races today.
The door slid open, and she stepped out, ready to lead. “Report. Where is the krottel ship? Is it still headed towards Earth? Is it enough to warn them? Are there any near the GPS? How long until we enter? Are there any friendlies around?”
Horax’s blue scales shimmered in the bright bridge lights. “The krottel ship turned away from Earth, as if that wasn’t their destination. Then it stopped. We aren’t sure what their deal is; they’ve ignored all communication from us, from the Earth, and from the Elders. No other ships around the GPS, krottel or friendly. We’ll be entering in twenty-three minutes, Commander Firoza.”
A tension settled over her as she headed to her seat. As her nerves played within her, she felt stronger and ready to face the space station as a leader of her people.
Before the krottel came to Abritos, Thorn had been a baker. She’d been hired by the capital city, a six-hour glide from her home, but she transported like all of her people did, to cater a Tamberin, a celebration of the coming of snow and the cold season.
When the krottel came, several of the key leaders died in the first waves of the attack. Thorn stepped up, not wanting her people to succumb to the bugs. Desperate for leadership, the chanzii listened to her, heard what she said, and realized she brought wisdom to the table.
She’d only gone home to collect Scout and Beaver. She’d never returned to her bakery.
At times, she worried the people she led would see her as a fraud, but over the years she’d done too much, been too strong, and now she knew she was the Commander they titled her. When she landed on Earth, part of her wanted to try baking again, but all of the ingredients were wrong, and the chemistry was different. She could’ve downloaded recipes and learned, but she had another job to focus on, and she didn’t want to reinvent her old life on Earth. It was too painful.
Now that the prospect of returning home loomed closer and closer, recipes danced in her head.
Horax’s low gravelly voice reverberated through the bridge. “Five minutes to GPS.”
“Contact the portal and begin the launching steps. I’d like to get to the other side of the galaxy as soon as possible. I know Tiffany and her parents would like that, too.”
Her crew grumbled and she smirked.
I wonder how many of them have heard about the hunger strike. As long as none of us mention it, we can pretend it’s not happening. I’m not even sure what they expect. We can’t find sea water in the void of space! Gah! It’s their choice, and we’ll be docking at Torville Station Number Six by the end of the day. Silly creatures.
Horax’s voice pulled her back to the bridge. “Approaching the GPS.”
A wavering in the stars ahead signaled that the ancient device was activated. “Forward ahead, keep it steady, and get us to that space station.”
“Acknowledged, Commander Firoza.”
Though some said going through the portal didn’t feel like anything, Thorn felt a tightening of the air around her, then a pulling, as if she was being squeezed out of a tight space. It only lasted a few moments. Once the air released her, she huffed out a breath and slumped. “Take us to Torville Station Number Six, helm.”
