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

Sommers, and his dead beat ass, is coming up here to verify one more time that we are not going to die in cryo-freeze when he turns us all into popsicles in a couple of minutes. Jerard spoke with a bit of a French accent, and though he was a French national his English was nearly perfect, likely better than some native speakers themselves. It was something that kept him out of trouble in his job, often times the USP being based in the United States looked down sometimes on non-natives in leadership roles, especially with such an important mission. He learned quick in life that if he were to get anywhere in that program he would have to assimilate, as much as he didn't want to. Smirking a little he turned to the very pretty co-pilot next to him and prodded her on the shoulder before turning and leaning back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head and stretching. I would rather not wake up and see my co-pilot frozen stiff. I think that might upset me a little. Just a little. he chuckled some. A few moments later the doors the cockpit slid open and Sommers popped his head in. You rang Captain? the Engineer didn't look happy, he knew the Captain had something redundant for him to do. Yeah, David, I want you to double and quadruple check those refrigerators in the back. I don't want any....parts to freeze off during the process. Sommers sighed and rolled his eyes some, making sure that the Captain saw his disdain. Captain, I've checked them everyday since we boarded, you know as well as I tha... Being cut off, d'Escallier raised his hand and shooed him off. Just fucking do it Sommers. The engineer turned abruptly and left the room, not about to argue anymore with his superior. A superior asshole , he thought as he walked down towards the cryo-freeze area. He was going to knock on Shannon's door to see if she wanted to keep him company but he thought better of it as he paused outside of her door. Nah. She would just get annoyed that he interrupted her. She was probably exercising. It was pretty obvious that she kept it up and David sometimes made sure he paid attention to what sort of shape she was in. An innocent hobby. d'Escallier laughed at the discomfort on Sommers face after he left the cockpit and turned back to Alana with a small wink. So, you ready to go out? To Proxima I mean. Who knows what kind of dangers will be there, radiation, big scary aliens, Sommers trying to repair the ship. he chuckled and nudged her as he sat upright once more and made some adjustments on the HUD. The ship was adjusting for orbit, a solar flare throwing off some of their equipment. The mirror in Martin's room was fogged with the heady steam coming off of the two bodies in his bed, so that any reflection to be seen would be through a sheer sheen of white. Able to see some of the reflection, Martin marveled at the way her body moved under his. Her perfect breasts swaying with the motions and the ripples being sent up her supple flesh with each meeting of their bodies. His hands continued to explore and as he did, he nearly assured he wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer. Running his hands down her back quickly before raising them back upward he gripped a tight handful of her hair and jerked back, his other hand over her slender throat as he pulled her up, her hands being forced to leave the bed, her back against his chest as he continued to pump himself into her. He turned her head to look in the mirror as he fucked her, his fingers grasping at her neck but not choking, holding his dominance over her in that moment. Look at you... he groaned, after a series of particularly hard thrusts. He placed his cheek against hers as he forced her to look into the mirror. Look at yourself while I fuck you! he growled somewhat loudly and thrust upward with extreme harshness. You're going to cum for me!