Thread: Proxima's Captive: Stargazer (Visions of Black and Vertigis)

28...29...30... Shannon took in a deep breath as she finished her final sit-up and let it out slowly. That was the last of her daily exercises. So far so good. Itd be easy to fall into bad habits in a confined space like this but shed made a promise to herself to stick to them once they came out of cryo. She hadnt always been good about keeping those in the past, although the stultifying boredom of the journey was helping in that regard. You knew things were dull when you were actually looking forward to pushups. Shed done her best to keep busy though. Her cabin was the testament to that fact. Her desk was littered with half-finished drawings, paintings, and similar craft projects. Her mother had even sent along a crocheting kit. Crotchet! She wasnt sure which was worse. The fact someone in her family had actually thought thatd be a perfect parting gift before being shot into deep space or the fact shed actually been enjoying it so far. Shannon had spent a lot time in her cabin since awakening. She wasnt the most social person at the best of time but she also felt it was for the best. Captain dEscallier, St. Clair, and Voronova werent really her kind of people and it was best not to get on each others nerves. Alana was nice, but busy and didnt need the distraction. And David David was fun and she enjoyed his company. It was rare that ever got to talk to someone that challenged her and never took on that glazed over expression some did when she veered too far into one of her favorite esoteric subjects. The problem was she also thought she recognized something else in his face, something like genuine interest, and that made her feel awkward. Shannon didnt want to give him the wrong idea. He was too nice a guy for that. Debating whether to shower first or record her daily log while her thoughts were fresh, she opted for the latter. That was another promise shed made to herself. Everyday she recorded a message for her husband, despite the fact she knew hed likely never hear them. It helped keep him in her thoughts. Hey honey, she stated, smiling tiredly as the screen. I just wanted to Fuck! Yes, yesah, , Natayla moaned as the talented Frenchman continued to pound into her dripping pussy. She could feel his rough hands digging into the soft flesh of her hips before moving up smooth flat expanse of her stomach to grip her swaying breasts. The firm creamy white mounds yielded to his demanding touch, little jolts of sensation running up her back as he squeezed them in in his grip and pinched at her erect nipples. With every thrust he rocked her forward and she would lean back into him each time, panting in rhythm to the clash of their aroused bodies. She heard him growling in his desire and loved the sound. Animal. Masculine. He fucked her the same way, raw and aggressively, leaving her no cause for complaint. Natayla did not know a great deal about Martin but she did not need to really. This was not a romance. Shed had that once with her soon-to-ex and was not looking for it again. They were both here to do a job and in the meantime they each had something the other wanted and so would give it. Things did not need to be more complicated than that. Feeling his sweat dripping onto her back, commingling with her own, she let her nails dig into the bed spread. Earlier she had drawn them down his muscular back, leaving little white trails in his taut skin. Natalya knew he was holding out, prolonging the act as her walls milked his throbbing length, and she soon felt the familiar warmth growing just below her stomach. She was so close herself. do not stopdo not! Shields are holding steady, sir, Alana chirped as she checked the readouts. All the gauges were in fact where they should be. The ship was performing to near exact expectations, precisely as it had in the countless simulations shed gone through. The Starchaser was a perfect replica of the ship shed spent the last year training on -- or rather, the other way around, her training model was a perfect replica of this ship -- and that was the primary reason shed been selected. Lt. Nyugen himself had recommended her as one of his best students. Whether or not Nyugen, whod worked beside dEscallier for years, considered him a close friend, and knew his proclivities well, may had any other reason for sending along this particularly young and attractive recruit that was something Alana would know nothing about. As far as she was aware shed been recommended because she was simply the best person for the job. Alana was proud of that fact but it was also a little intimidating. It seemed like a lot to live up and she still couldnt help but feel like she was under revue. Captain dEscallier had been wonderful so far though. Hed been nothing but welcoming, and she thankful to be working under someone so confident and experienced. It didnt also hurt that he was also charming and far more handsome than any of her academy trainers. Glancing over her shoulder, she flashed him a smile before brushing a strand of auburn hair from her forehead. What is it we need Chief Summers for, sir?