SPACE: Above and Beyond
No infringement of the following characters and situations is intended. The Characters and situations of the TV program "SPACE: Above and Beyond" are the creations of Glen Morgan and James Wong, Fox Broadcasting and Hard Eight Productions, and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning: Rated [MA] Mature Adults only. Contains strong m/m sexual scenes, violence, coarse language and adult themes.
by JPaulette Forshey
Intro: This story is coming to you in three parts: Appealing Irritations is about sex, sex, sex. Good, old-fashioned love and lust and not being able to keep your hands off somebody. A special envoy of a secretive, insular and little-known Earth race is brought aboard the Saratoga to help with military intelligence. The envoy has a history with McQueen, and special needs to be filled. This causes quite a few irritations and embarrasments, before the 'Toga is attacked and overrun by AI's and things get real serious. It's a comedy/adventure with a healthy dose of hormones.
Disclaimer: All characters except Claudette (She's mine, all mine, and I'm proud of her!) contained herein are the property of Glen Morgan and James Wong, Hard Eight Productions and the Fox Broadcasting Network. These names have been used without their permission. Rights to the actors themselves belong to their parents, to whom we are most grateful. The rest belongs to JPaulette Forshey, and her dangerously whacked imagination. This is a work of fan fiction and no copyright infringement is intended.
This story contains violence, strong language and explicit m/f sexual scenes of a NC-17 to mild X level (in my opinion). Personal discretion is advised (that is, don't call me up with moral comments on the feelthy, dirty story if you read the thing after I went through all this trouble to warn you). Not to be published, 'zined, posted or reproduce electronically or in any other fashion without permission from the author, JPaulette Forshey. Comments may be directed to WyldKat100@aol.com or PMo981@aol. com.
Appealing Irritations
A transport nestled into docking and the lock doors of the Saratoga
hissed open. Four Marines in full combat gear hustled in, checking out the
area and giving the once-over to the Wild Cards standing there. One of the
group signaled to someone still in the ship. Four more Marines advanced,
prodding a delicate-looking -- but definitely angry -- young woman of perhaps
a mere 20 years of age before them.
The Wild Cards came to attention as Commodore Ross and Colonel McQueen
strode into the room. Ross halted before the group; one stepped forward.
"Corporal Watson reporting with the detainee, sir."
"Corporal, why is this woman, a requested guest and special envoy,
brought here shackled and gagged?" Ross snarled.
The woman was all gossamer fire. Her hair was silky fine as it hung
heavy down her back, her dress a diaphanous crimson-gold that shimmered
around her. Yet her skin was so pale, fragile as porcelain, you could see the
small purple-blue veins barely hidden there. One could hardly tell her dress
from her, until she shifted from one foot to the other. Then her dress
shimmered, drawing a collective sigh from all the males on deck.
"Sir, the woman refused to agree to come with us, sir. It was this
Corporal's understanding, sir, that it was vital we bring her no matter what.
Sir." He swallowed hard.
Ross shoved his face into the young man's. "Did you think to ask her,
politely?"
"Sir, yes sir! This soldier asked most politely three times, sir." The
young man stared at Ross, seeing yet not seeing him.
"Three times?" Ross pulled back a bit.
"Yes, sir. Two times were after she bit me, sir."
Now Ross looked over the Corporal. "She bit you?"
Watson straightened even more. "Sir, yes sir! Most hard."
McQueen stepped beside Ross. "Commodore Ross, I will take
responsibility for the envoy, sir."
Ross eyed his friend. "Are you sure..."
"Yes sir, I am quite sure."
Ross motioned to the escort. "Unlock the shackles, Corporal."
The Wild Cards noticed the entire escort group take a deep breath as
their leader spoke. "Sir, this Corporal respectfully asks to leave the key
with the Commodore, and asks that the Commodore not release the envoy until
this detail is back in the transport, sir."
The woman glared at the Corporal and his men as the Wild Cards stifled
several chuckles. McQueen stiffened and the Wild Cards turned to stone.
Ross sighed. "Corporal Watson, give Colonel McQueen the key. Then you
and your men are dismissed." The Corporal all but tossed the Colonel the key
as he and the others ran back to the transport. The woman now turned her
glare on Ross and McQueen. Ross turned to him. "I leave this in your hands,
Colonel." And he walked, arms behind his back, whistling out of the area.
McQueen stepped forward, unlocked the shackles, removed the gag and
immediately regretted it. She came toe to toe with him in a fury.
"I was shanghaied, Ty! Do you hear me, shanghaied! A practice outlawed
by your people over 175 years ago!" She screamed into his face, or more at
his face, since the top of her head barely reached his chin. She grabbed two
fists full of his shirt, giving the Wild Cards the impressions she would, if
necessary climb up the front of him to get his attention.
Their eyes grew wide at this.
McQueen glanced down at her hands. She gripped tighter; he kept his
hands behind his back. "Shanghaiing is an underhanded Naval practice. We're
the Marines -- we do whatever it takes to get the job done." He stepped back,
she let go, he turned to walk away and paused. Turning back to her, calmly,
coldly he added. "And Claudette, if you ever shove your face in mine again,
or raise your voice to me in front of my people, I just might have cause to
forget why you're here, who you are and put you over my knee for an
old-fashioned spanking." He heard her gasp and stopped at the doorway. "You
coming or not?" Claudette scurried to stand one pace behind him, and she kept
that distance all the way to his quarters.
"Did you see her? So tiny, feminine, the way that dress clung to
every curve -- and did you see how long her hair was? I bet she could sit on
it. That has to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" Paul sighed.
"Her hair and dress were like...satin fire, all soft, shimmering and
hot." Nathan sighed right along with him.
"I wouldn't mind being burned by that," grinned Paul.
"She reminds me of those water people...what do you call them?" Coop
asked.
"Sea nymph, Coop. Sea nymph. That's what she is. I saw one once,
playing with some kids on a beach. Walked right out of the water completely
dry." Shane folded her arms across her chest, frowning.
"Wow, completely dry, huh? But why is she up here? What would a sea
nymph be doing in space?" Vanessa's brow knitted in concentration.
"Did you see the way she jumped when the Colonel cracked his verbal
whip?" Paul asked, making Shane think he was getting slightly slap happy.
"Hear what he said about a spanking? Bet that really wouldn't be a
punishment." Nathan was starting to sound like Paul.
"I wonder how old she is. Someone once told me they're born looking
like they're 19 or 20 years old," Vanessa said.
"Then, they're like me?" asked a hopeful-sounding Coop.
"Sorry, Coop, not even close." Shane placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Do you think the stories we've heard about them being...you know..."
Paul was now positively drooling.
"Capable of wearing a human out physically and mentally, a veritable
sex machine?" Shane sighed disgustedly at her male crew mates.
"Yeah!" Paul, Coop and Nathan gushed in unison.
"Men!" said Vanessa and Shane as they rolled their eyes and walked
away.
They had been instructed to assemble in the conference room. The
Colonel appeared agitated, a mood the Wild Cards were not use to seeing him
in. Not that they were used to seeing him in any mood, since he kept himself
under tight control.
"I have special instructions about your conduct around the envoy. You
are not to engage in conversation of any type with her unless I am present. I
will be responsible for escorting her to and from locations while she is
here. No one is to be alone with her any time, any place. To be found so will
result in a court martial for that Marine, whether or not it is by his or her
design. Do I make myself clear?"
All the Wild Cards nodded in unison as they replied with, "Yes, sir!"
Wang raised his hand and McQueen cringed inwardly at the action. "Yes,
Lieutenant?"
"Is it permitted to know why she's here?"
"She's here to interpret, decode the AI and Chig languages and
interrogate the AI prisoners using any means she wishes."
"Cool," he muttered under his breath, but the Colonel still heard.
McQueen leaned over the table into his face. "No, Lieutenant Wang, it
is not cool. She is a loose cannon, a very dangerous, deadly loose cannon. Do
not let the package distract you -- or it may cost you, and everyone around
you, your lives."
He returned to his quarters, somewhat surprised she had stayed put
while he was gone. He knew from the beginning he would have to place her in
his quarters to keep the crew safe. She was behind him, pressing herself
against him, running her hands over his chest. Her hands found the zipper to
his flight suit and began to undo it. He stood there trying to remember what
he was suppose to be saying. He placed his hands over her's, stopping her
motions, then pulled her around to face him.
"Claudette. Look at me." When she did, he immediately wished he hadn't
asked her to do so. Lord, she wasn't even 50 years old and she could take a
man's thoughts away with a glance from her dark violet eyes. He briefly
wondered what she'd be like when she would begin to mature at 100 years of
age and was sorry he wouldn't be around to see her. Taking a deep breath to
steady himself, he told her, "You must, no you have to leave the crew on
this ship alone. If you have to...play...with someone, it will have to be me.
Do you understand?" He cringed for the thousandth time that day, then
blinked, startled at the words she spoke.
"Why don't you want Claudette, Ty? Is it because I am too young? That I
can't be your mate yet? That's why Gabriel left to go be with Deirdre." She
pulled away from him, her eyes full of hurt, to go over to the bed and sit on
the edge of it.
"Gabriel? Deirdre?" he asked, only to have her wave the question off
with an irritated flick of her wrist. He sighed. "It's not I don't want you
Claudette, I do -- just not the way I should want you. As for the other, you
know I can't father children."
"Silly man, you could with me...if I weren't so young." She sighed,
dropping her head, then lifted her eyes. "We can still play many, many games.
I've been practicing -- does Ty want to play with Claudette?" She slid off
the bed to wind her arms around his middle. He reached down, scooping her up
in his arms, and all he could think of as they landed in the bed was, "The
things I do for the corps."
He let her take the initiative, bringing him memories of his first
night with her, long ago. As he rolled onto his back, she straddled his hips.
She slid the top of his flight suit from him, pulled the turtleneck over his
head, and as always, sighed over his scars. First she used her fingers to
track each scar, asking him to tell her how he got this one and that one. If
it had been anyone else, Ty would have not permitted it, but with Claudette
it was as though she did this to feel as he did.
After her examination of him, she leaned over his chest. The silky
curtain of her auburn hair fell, tickling his sides as she used the tip of
her tongue to begin tracing each scar anew. Stroking his arms with her hands,
she then steadied herself as she flicked her tongue across one of his nipples
and took it between her teeth. The other nipple was given the same attention
moments later.
Ty tangled his hands in her hair, drawing her mouth up to his.
Hungrily, his mouth sought to mate with hers...and hers with his. Losing
himself to her was always easy. She didn't know what it was to judge. He
could trust her as he trusted few others; with her, he was a different
person, one who could show emotions and who could accept them as well.
Gently, insistently, she rocked her hips against his. He growled a note of
approval into her mouth as his tongue danced with hers. Sliding one hand down
her spine, he ran it over one gauzy-clad cheek. The hand slipped under her
dress to caress the taut bare flesh waiting there. She sat up. Now his hand
ran over the gauze of her dress, fondling her breasts before sneaking down to
join the other hand to squeeze each firm buttock.
Claudette unlaced her bodice, shrugging it from her shoulders. Ty rose
to take first one delicious orb deep in his mouth, then the other. He sucked,
laved their fullness, to gently then take one sweet, rose-pink nipple between
his teeth. She squealed in delight, and grinning, he pulled back to softly
blow on it, chuckling as it puckered more.
Sliding off him, she shimmied out of the rest of her clothes. Ty smiled
at the sight of her long legs, slim waist and high breasts. He wasn't made of
stone; well, he ruefully thought, maybe at this moment part of him was. Why
fight the inevitable? Reaching to tug the rest of his flight suit off, she
startled him by slapping aside his hands. She unlaced his boots and pulled
them from him, dropping them, to his chagrin, noisily over her shoulder onto
the floor. Next, she tugged his the suit from him, gasping with unabashed
glee as his arousal sprang up. "Oooh Ty. You do want Claudette!"
Chigs and AIs he knew how to fight, could fight. Fighting against his
wanting for Claudette was like fighting a universal law. He clenched his
teeth in blissful surrender and moaned her name as she artfully settled her
mouth on him.
As they brought the captured male AI into the room, Shane and Nathan
found her sitting nonchalantly on the table, swinging her legs, cleaning her
nails with a wicked-looking knife and humming. The Colonel stood over to one
side, legs apart and arms behind his back, watching. As they entered, he
instructed them to place the AI in a chair and secure him.
It looked at McQueen. "McQueen, Tyrus, Colonel -- a war criminal to the
AIs." Then it saw her. "What's she doing her? She's..."
Vansen knew for a fact Silicates didn't know what fear was. Or did they
now have a new name for it?
Claudette smiled and answered it in its own language of electronic
noise, a conversation which, much to the human's fascination, went on for
several minutes. The AI turned to McQueen and the two Wild Cards. "I want to
see a representative of..." Claudette reached her hand out, touched its face,
drawing its attention back to her.
"They said I could play with you." She inclined her head towards the
humans and smiled. "I want to...explore here." She gave a pretty smile that
widened as she ran the knife along the side of the Silicate's head to its
temple.
Nathan tried and failed to suppress a shiver of revulsion at the sound
of the knife breaking through the AI's temple.
"Did you see what she did to that AI, Shane? It was...was
horrible...especially the way she enjoyed what she was doing." Nathan shook
his head disgustedly.
"Of course I saw what she did, I was there remember? Besides, she got
more information from it about the Chigs than Aerotech has in the last six
months." Shane stirred her drink. "Funny. She reminded me a lot of when my
little sister took apart an old toy train to see how it worked. She was
so..."
"Cold, calculated." Nathan filled in.
Vanessa shivered and took a sip from her drink.
"No. I was going to say meticulous," replied Shane.
"Hi!" Paul turned a chair around backwards and sat down on it. "I hear
the Colonel's friend likes to take apart things, and that she's very good at
it."
"Maybe a little too good, at it," said Nathan.
The door to the canteen opened, allowing Coop to come blindly backing
through it, with Claudette following him.
"Oh, shit!" Shane snapped. "We better put a stop to this right now."
Claudette's voice, soft and low, had Coop licking his suddenly gone-dry
lips and swallowing hard. "No, ma'am. I haven't seen Colonel McQueen since
briefing, earlier today."
She ran a finger down the front of Coop's shirt, her lower lip stuck
out in a pout. "Ty left me alone, and I haven't had anything to do since he
let me play with the AI toy. Will you play with me?" Coop felt as though
someone had just dropped a boulder in the front of his pants.
Shane came shouldering her way in-between Coop and the nymph. "Ma'am,
no disrespect intended, but we have firm orders from Colonel McQueen not to
associate with you in any way." She almost felt sorry for the girl as her
words registered with her and a deeply hurt look settled on her face.
Claudette hung her head and sighed, then raised her chin with a defiant
thrust that sent a chill down Shane's spine.
"If Ty won't let me play with his friends, then Claudette will find
someone, or something, else to play with!" She turned and stomped out of
the room, leaving the Wild Cards to stare after her for long moments.
Suddenly, Shane snapped to. Ordering Nathan to follow Claudette discretely,
she went in search of McQueen.
Ross placed his arm on the desk, leaned forward and pinched the bridge
of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Lieutenant West found her doing
what with the AI and Hammerhead, and where? I thought you said you could
handle her, Ty!"
"I apologize, sir. I mistakenly thought she would sleep for at least
another hour, or I never would have left her alone. She's been a bit more
wound up than usual since she arrived. I believe the cause is the stimulation
of the newness of everything around her. As for the other, I made sure she
properly cleaned up the hangar, put the Hammerhead back together and as to
the AI's body...it's been deactivated, permanently, sir." McQueen controlled
a cringe as the sound of her wails echoed through the door.
"I don't have to tell you how important her talents are to us, Ty."
"No, sir, you don't. As I stated, it won't happen again."
The wail raised an octave, making each man grit his teeth.
"I understand you spanked her in front of everyone. Was that really
necessary?"
"Yes, sir. You do understand the circumstances surrounding
her...age?"
Ross nodded. "I suppose you did what you had to do. You understand her
better than anyone else. You -- do -- don't you?" McQueen closed his eyes
and nodded. Ross sat back in his chair. "Then I hope you can do something
about that...noise?"
McQueen rose. Straightening his shoulders seemed to take some effort on
his part. "Yes, sir. I know exactly how to stop that."
Ross chucked, "I am glad it's you and not me."
McQueen exited and Ross buried his head in his hands, laughing as he
heard Ty tell Claudette they were going back to his quarters.
Claudette woke sometime later. She was alone and very much in need of
water. Lots of water. She warmly remembered Ty's licentious introduction to
something he called a shower; if there was one here, it could sustain her for
awhile:
He had awakened the third afternoon to sweat-soaked sheets chilling
his skin, and Claudette slipping out of the bed to pull on her dress. Ty
hadn't been sure if the tightening in his stomach was due to her leaving or
the fact she was doing it without telling him. "Claudette?"
She had turned to him. "Ty, you are awake. You must go back to sleep.
You played very hard this morning."
"You're leaving?" The knot in his stomach had tightened. Was he about
to be rejected again?
Claudette had scooted across the bed to slide over his body and kiss
him. He had run his thumb over her mouth, noticing for the first time how dry
her lips had become. He had caressed her arms, finding them dry too. "I need
the water. I've been too many days without it." She had leaned down to kiss
him again. "I will be back...if Ty wants Claudette, still?"
He had breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't leaving him for good,
just to replenish her need for her water. "I understand your need to go back
to the sea, and yes, I do want Claudette to come back." He smiled at her.
She had cocked her head to one side. "Claudette does not need the sea,
just lots and lots of water." Heading for the door, she had turned and smiled
at him. "Claudette will be back very soon to play more with Ty."
"Claudette, wait, are you telling me any water will do, that it
doesn't have to be sea water?" He had come half out of the bed then.
"Yes, water is water."
He had crooked a finger at her. "I can show you where there's lots of
water right here in this room."
He had taken her into the bathroom, removing her dress along the way.
She had squealed in delight when he turned on the shower. Ty had marveled at
how her body soaked up the water, returning her skin to its pearlescent glow;
and yet to look at her, she appeared completely dry. She had picked up a bar
of sandalwood-scented soap; sniffing it, she had smiled. "This smells like
Ty...what is it?"
He had shown her how to lather up the soap and apply it to her body,
even while he had slid a finger in and out of her moist opening. But
Claudette had had other ideas.
She had run the soap over his chest, working up a thick, rich lather.
When the soap had sprung from her hands, she had laughed and would have bent
to retrieve it -- if he hadn't stopped her. He had pulled her to him, searing
her mouth with his. She had wrapped her arms around his waist, caressing his
back, then had slid her hands down to cup his buttocks and slip a finger deep
into the cleavage there to tickle his nethermost opening. Ty had ground his
mouth down on hers harder; his hands had first tangled in her hair, then
explored her back.
She had reached around to stroke his manroot with one hand while the
other had caressed the tightening sack beneath. He had leaned his head back
with a groan of bliss. She had knelt before him, taken him deftly into her
mouth, stroking him with it, swirling her tongue over his length to tease the
small opening with the tip of her tongue. Claudette had sucked harder and Ty
had grabbed her hair, pulling her to him, sealing her mouth to the base of
his organ. When he couldn't stand it, that sweet torture, any more, he had
reached down, drawing her up by her arms.
He had stretched her arms over her head as he plumped one breast,
laving its fullness, biting gently at a hardened nipple. Her hands had found
the showerhead above her and grasped it. Ty had continued to work first one
breast with his hands and mouth, then the other. He had slid down her body,
kissing his way to her downy mound. Spreading her legs, he had used his
thumbs to open her sex wide. Flicking his tongue over the stiff nub there, he
had smiled when she moaned his name and tried to wiggle more of herself
against his mouth. He had jabbed his tongue repeatedly deep into her tiny
slit. She had panted, humping herself against his mouth.
He had pinned her against the shower wall, and capturing the tiny nub
with his teeth and lips, had sucked on it hard and greedily. She had spasmed
and bucked, crying out his name again and again. He stood then, his hands
clutching her buttocks, lifting her. She, still holding onto the showerhead,
had wrapped her legs around his waist as he had thrust savagely into her
swollen slit. He had ground himself into her as his head bent and he took a
stiffened nipple into his mouth. She had wiggled and humped against him,
urging him on; his fingers dug into her soft flesh as he had pounded against
her. She had arched her back, her mouth opened in a silent scream. He had
buried his face in the crook of her neck, giving a muffled roar as he gave
one last thrust. His cock had quivered deep inside her.
They had sunk to the shower floor, Ty trying to catch his breath and
Claudette giggling with delight over her first shower.
Hmm. Now she wanted that shower more than ever! Ty had left her with even
firmer instructions to stay in his quarters, but surely he would understand
her need for water.
Carefully, she stepped out into the corridor, saw no one and tested the
air for water scent; faintly it was there. Happily, she trailed down corridor
after corridor, slipping into the shadows when anyone came too near.
Claudette smelled, tasted and heard the water all at the same time. She
peeked inside the room Ty called a shower and suddenly ducked back into the
shadows. Someone was already there. Slowly, she made her way over to the
human. A broad grin spread over her face; water...and...a human male!
Without realizing she did so, Claudette licked her lips in anticipation. He
was one of the males Ty called his Wild Cards, and one of the ones Ty had
strictly forbidden her to touch. Or them her. She was about to wait for him
to leave when he turned so she could she his face.
HIM!
He had told on her! He was responsible for Ty being angry at her!
And he disapproved of her. His eyes told her he thought she was a bad girl.
Claudette smiled; she would be bad. Very bad. Spoil her fun, would this
human?
The hot water felt so good on his tense shoulders and back. Closing his
eyes he lathered up, then stuck his head under the spray, letting the water
pound his aches away. It was late and no one else would be coming in here for
sometime. Peace, quite, solitude and soothing hot water --
A hand! A hand between his legs, cupping his --!
He turned so fast, trying to wipe the soap from his eyes, he slipped
and cracked his head on the bulkhead behind him. Regaining his balance by
grabbing a towel bar, his knees buckled, but he did not fall to the floor. A
mouth, oh god, a mouth was on him, a warm, tantalizingly, talented mouth and
tongue were on his.... Nathan straightened, but the mouth stayed attached to
him, devouring him...he looked down into a pair of deadly serious, dark
violet-colored eyes. A strangled scream tightened his throat. He cut it off.
There was no way he was going to alert the others to what was going on by
yelling for help!
West shoved her away from him, and ran. He didn't think to stop and
grab his clothes, or even a towel for that matter. Escape was the only thing
on his mind, and he ran as though being chased by a squadron of Chigs.
Stark naked and soap-slick, he dashed into the corridor. Rounding the
corner, he crashed into Colonel McQueen. To the hard deck they went. West
sprang up, opened his mouth and closed it, his eyes a mixture of fear and
embarrassment, and decided in a flash escape was still his only redemption.
McQueen, in the process of righting himself, was nearly knocked down again
but a second later. This time, the body careening through the corridor, naked
as the first, was lighter. Claudette looked into Ty's eyes, started to back
up for a full retreat, when he grabbed her around the waist and tucked her
under his arm like a football. She let out a wailing, indignant scream. He
strode straight for the nearest seat, one that happened to be directly
outside of Tun Tavern.
McQueen hauled Claudette across his knees, pinning her with one hand.
"I've warned you, Claudette!" The first blow made her yelp. "You were
instructed not once, but several times!" Blows rained down onto her petite
pear-shaped bottom. "You...were...to...leave...my...people...alone!" Each
word was punctuated with his hand swatting her reddening cheeks. She was now
limp, sobbing, telling him she would be good, that she wouldn't do it again.
That's when McQueen realized three things: one, where they were; two, that
they had drawn a considerable crowd; and the most painful third item, her
naked derriere across his lap, now a deep shade of pink, and her squirming,
had caused him to become extremely aroused. Thankfully, an Ensign chose that
moment to grab a tablecloth from nearby and thrust it towards him. McQueen
set Claudette on her feet, wrapped the tablecloth around her, threw her over
his shoulder and started for his quarters. He stopped, turned, thanked the
Ensign, and ordered everyone else to resume what they had been doing.
He made it back to his cabin with her, but just barely, her squirming
and twisting doing nothing to lessen the need in him. And when they got
there, the bed was much too far away. They were on the floor and he was
driving into her wet, writhing body before he even thought to check if he'd
closed the hatch. Then he wondered how his clothes had gotten off him and
across the room. He didn't much care; that's what Claudette had done to him.
He had taken the initative this time, but he was in no way in control.
A hot spot at the base of his spine cried out for nothing more than to thrust
as deep into her warm flesh as his cock could reach, and he was answering it
willingly. Her breasts ground into his chest, nipples throbbing against his
own, and as she tossed her head from side to side in wordless ecstasy, her
long, damp hair lashed his face. When he exploded inside her, he thought he
might crack his spine.
So tired, so wrung out with release, he wanted to collapse across her
and sleep. But Claudette's legs were wrapped tight enough around his waist it
hurt, and he could feel tiny internal muscles drawing at his hot flesh,
urging him on. Raising himself above her, he looked down into her flushed
face, misty and sweet with her own climax. She was moaning low in her throat,
and as he rose, she reached for him.
Claudette's arms went around his neck, massaging it and his taut
shoulers, teasing with nail tips at the hard skin of his navel, never quite
touching it. Pleasuring him. Trying to make it good for him. "Oh, Ty, let
Claudette love you..."
He pulled her hands down. Held her arms pinned to the floor. She looked
up at him, eyes focusing on his face above hers, wondering if she had done
something wrong. "No," he said. "This time is for you. Only for you."
Any protests she might have made were drowned in the sweetness of his
mouth on hers. He teased at her now, his tongue lightly tasting her own, the
thin, strong lips holding hers in a warm, soft vise. Several times she tried
to raise her arms to him, but he held her pinned to the floor, his hardening
penis teasing at her clitoris as his tongue did her mouth. She thrust at him
and he came into her, ever so slowly, pulling back just as slow. His arms
were rigid with strain she could feel, and she thought she would scream if he
would let go her mouth long enough. Sweat covered his body, slicked his sleek
flesh as the shower had slicked hers, and the water of his body dripped onto
her, ran down her breasts and sides. He allowed her more of his length
slowly, each stroke almost withdrawing from her before diving deeper, and she
felt the orgasm building in her. She felt each full thrust, each slow and
steady inch of him, shudder up her spine all the way to the top of her head.
When she came, she burst open like a flower.
Lieing beside her now, Ty's voice was ragged in her ear. "So this is
why you like to cause so much trouble."
Claudette smiled with her eyes tight closed. "Oooooh," she said. "Let's
play that game again."
He just groaned.
Three hours later, McQueen found Lieutenant West sitting on his bunk.
Nathan snapped to attention when he strode in. "Sir, I can explain, sir. I
think I can, sir."
McQueen help up his hand for silence. "You don't have to, Lieutenant.
Claudette explained she was responsible for what happened. She was looking
for water, and found you. I hope you can accept my apology for leaving her
unattended where she could have...bothered you."
Nathan blinked several times. "Yes, sir. It's forgotten, sir. Thank
you, sir."
McQueen nodded and strode out of the room. Nathan sank gratefully to
his bunk.
Claudette was alone, again, and bored. Ty had left several hours ago,
telling her to stay put if she knew what was good for her. Rubbing her
still-sore bottom, she chewed her lower lip, trying to decide what to do. Her
choices were angering Ty more or staying in this little room being bored to
death. Less boredom won out. She stepped out of Ty's quarters to bump
directly into Shane, almost knocking them both down. Shane grabbed the wall
and Claudette, steadying both of them. Claudette, her eyes narrowing, looked
Vansen up and down. "You want Ty! I can smell it on you."
She blanched. "Colonel McQueen is my commanding officer.
I...do...not...want him in the manner you're speaking."
Claudette stomped her foot. "You want him. You can't have him, he's
mine to play with and no one else's!" She stepped toward the other woman, who
found her reflexes readying for battle. Claudette's gaze hardened. "I can
take you apart just like I do those AI things."
She remembered how McQueen had handled Claudette like a spoiled child
when she had come aboard, and suddenly a light bulb went on in her head.
Spoiled child -- child! She shoved her face into the nymph's, lowering her
voice to a growl. "Try it, little girl, and I'll cut off all your nice,
long hair." She was rewarded with a yelp of fear from the nymph, who then
caught sight of McQueen coming toward them.
Claudette threw herself at the Colonel. Shane rolled her eyes and shook
her head. So she'd been right in her guess. Claudette wasn't anything more
than a little girl...well, maybe not so little in a few ways. McQueen placed
an arm around the nymph as he continued walking to his quarters. "Is there a
problem, Lieutenant Vansen?"
"No, sir. Not any more. May I be excused, sir?" She kept a stern look
plastered on her face a she locked eyes with Claudette.
McQueen looked from Claudette to his Wild Card. Something had just
taken place, he wasn't sure what. But he could guess whatever it was, Vansen
had come out the winner. He wasn't sure why, but that pleased him. "Go on
your way, Lieutenant."
He watched Vansen a moment as she walked away, only to have Claudette
pull him down for a kiss. Moving them through his door, he heard a scraping
noise and paused. The sound of laser fire came next. "Claudette, I don't know
where that came from, but I want you to stay here while I go find out."
She shook her head, franticly clinging to him. Ty, looking into her
eyes, realized she was too frightened to do as he asked. "All right, come
with me. Stay right behind me and if I tell you to do something, you'll do it
without asking me a bunch of questions? All right?" Claudette shook her head
in agreement. They stepped into the hallway to find Marines in battle gear
filling it as the alarms went off.
They had hid themselves in space debris, drifting close enough to use
small thrusters attached to belts, maneuvering closer to the Saratoga.
Unlike the humans, they did not need air to breathe. Using all the right
codes, they entered by way of an access station to the decompression locks.
Once inside, they started systematically destroying or incapacitating those
before them. They swarmed in, blocking off and killing many, catching much of
the Saratoga's crew off guard.
Damphousse and Hawkes were the first to meet them head on. He threw a
laser rifle to her. "Here! I grabbed this out of the weapons locker on my
way."
'Phousse nodded, yelled thanks, and began picking her targets. When the
rifles went dead, they fought back to back. Hawkes, using the rifle butt,
snagged a female Silicate's leg, dropping it, and before it could react,
drove the barrel through its skull. 'Phousse spun, her foot connecting with
the side of another AI's head. The male AI sank to its knees, leaving it open
to her leap onto its back, where she then proceeded to jerk its head around
to its back, snapping its neck and driving her k-bar into its temple.
Wang ran by and McQueen grabbed him. "What's going on?"
"AIs, sir. They've boarded the ship. I'm headed for the docking bay."
Paul was snapping on his vest.
"You go on, I'll be right behind you," snapped McQueen. Wang took off.
He turned to Claudette, then drug her into his room. He went to the grill to
the air shaft and yanked it loose. Picking her up, he placed her inside the
shaft. "You stay here. I'll be back to get you as soon as I can." She started
to protest. She could smell the change in his endorphins on him. He realized
what was happening and tried to exude as much sexuality as possible, given
the circumstances. "Claudette, do you really want to please me?" He lowered
his voice and murmured to her. She smiled her dreamy smile; it was working.
"Yes, Ty," she breathed huskily.
He returned the smile and replied as lustily as he could. "Then stay
here, and when I come back, we'll play as long as you want to, any way you
want to, all right?"
"Claudette will be good. I want to play many, many hours with Ty." She
sighed happily as he handed her blanket and knife to her, then placed the
grill back over the opening.
West was slammed against the far wall. He rolled, coming up on both
feet. Grabbing a chair, he threw it at the male AI advancing towards him. He
had been on his way to Weapons when the AI had surprised him. Vansen calmly
entered the room, took aim at the back of the Silicate's head and blew it
off.
"You might do better with this next time." She tossed him a hand laser
and the backup pack to it.
"DECK!" shouted West. Vansen dove to the floor and rolled, coming up,
weapon ready, only to see West had sliced through an AI's chest with his gun.
Just for good measure, she walked up to it and severed its head with a blast
from her weapon.
Some of the crew had gotten to main weapons lockers and were beginning
to hold their own against the intruders.
Claudette huddled behind the grill, holding her blanket crushed to her
chest as the other hand fingered the hilt of the knife. So much noise. So
many bad emotions. She wanted Ty, but most of all she wanted her cool, dark,
calming waters. A noise in the air shaft caught her attention and
then...faintly she smelled it, tasted it seeping through the shaft.
Poison.
She shook violently and took several deep breaths to steady herself.
Grandfather once told her of all the things humans used to harm each other.
When she asked why they did this, her grandfather only shook his head,
replying that even in all his years he did not understand why. Humans where
such frail things, yet they never seemed to comprehend all the dangers to
them.
Claudette began crawling through the air shafts. Ty had told her to
stay in here. She smiled; at last she was not disobeying him. She came upon
the first AI as it was making its way through the duct in front of her. The
Silicate asked in its own language who was behind it. Happily, she told it,
right before she rammed her knife into its lower lumbar, paralyzing it. She
climbed over it, opened the skull through the base and found what she needed
to know. Furious, she scurried through the ducts, methodically working her
way to the center of the ventilation system.
The Silicates now knew she hunted them in the ducts and sent several of
their kind in after her. Claudette was more agile in the small space, faster
with her knife and had been taught what a certain high frequency sound would
do to a Silicate's nervous system. She now set dead center of the
Saratoga's ventilation system, realizing from the scent of the poison in
the air she didn't have much time left. It was getting stronger. She cleared
her mind, slowed her breathing and heart rate, opened her mouth and emitted a
sound pitched perfectly to scramble the neural nets of every AI on board.
The Colonel and his Wild Cards were the last still actively battling
the AIs, and they were now in hand-to-hand combat. McQueen used anything at
hand. Snatching up a wrench, he drove it into a Silicate's abdomen. The AI
shook violently as circuits crossed and fused, then fell backward,
inoperative. Wang was caught off guard when the Silicate before him spoke in
the voice of Elroy L. It backhanded a stunned Paul, sending him reeling into
a bulkhead. Vansen had what was left of a rifle in her hands, swinging it
like a club. Hawkes and 'Phousse were again protecting each others back. West
yelled a warning to McQueen before an AI tripped him and kicked him
senseless.
Three Silicates landed on McQueen at the same time, pummeling him with
their fists. Their combined weight and blows dragged him to the floor just as
Claudette's sound reached them. They went rigid, falling to the floor as
others like them dropped throughout the ship, like cards from a deck.
Claudette crawled quickly, scraping her hands and knees as she went
through the air shafts looking for Ty. At last she found him, unconscious on
the floor of the main flight deck. Kicking the grill before her out of the
way, she dropped to the floor, running to his side. Kneeling beside him, she
screamed, an inhuman cry of grief torn from her already raw throat. She
placed her head to his chest and listened. Faintly, the sound of his heart
and his blood song reached her. She had stopped only long enough in her
search for Ty to disengage the canisters of poison, shoving them into a
device he had shown her for waste and ejecting them into space. Now the
ventilation ducts worked overtime to clean the air of impurities.
Her tears spilling onto his face, Ty thought of a gentle summer's rain.
Opening his eyes, he saw Claudette above him, his head cradled in her lap.
Hearing others around him stirring, he realized somehow they had won. He
looked into her face and sighed. "I thought I told you to stay put."
He'd been looking for Claudette for better than an hour. He shouldn't
have yelled at her or taken her knife, he chided himself. After all, she'd
only been trying to help clean up. Then Damphousse came to tell him Commodore
Ross wanted him in his office. That's where he found her.
She lay curled up in the Commodore's lap, sleeping. Ross sat holding
her, afraid to wake her. Her favorite blanket, a small angora one, was
pressed against her cheek and chin. McQueen quietly walked up to the desk.
Ross whispered, "She came in here almost an hour ago, crying and complaining
about you."
McQueen raised one eyebrow, "Now what have I done?"
"Besides spanking her, twice, and not letting her completely destroy
the AIs, or letting her play with anyone but you, nothing really." Ross
looked at the sleeping girl on his lap. "By the way, she likes the way I play
the guitar." He sighed. "It's hard to believe at times she's nothing more
than an infant." He stroked her hair. "When she climbed into my lap, wanting
to be held, I thought it was the least I could do, since she did save our
collective butts." Claudette snuggled her nose deeper into the blanket as she
slept. Ross turned his gaze from her to Ty. "She told me she misses her
water."
Claudette stirred awake and looked over to where he stood. "I am tired
Ty, so tired. May I please go home? It's been so long since I was in my
water."
A gull cried and dipped into the water, retrieving a fish before it
flew off. This is where he'd met her, on a night much like this one. Warm
breezes caressed over them then as now. Ty had wandered to the beach,
dropping to the ground to sit on an outcropping of scrub grass. He had been
beyond knowing or caring about his surroundings. Soon it had grown dark, and
still he sat on the beach. Part of him understood and accepted his wife's
rejection of what he was, of him. Another part raged at the injustice of it.
And part of him, deep inside, wept at his loss.
The nymph had been a delightful erotic vision as she rose from the
water, shedding her clothes to slide naked over him as she pushed him down to
lie on the sand. Ty had thought he was hallucinating, or perhaps he'd gone
mad, but then she'd smiled. That which he'd thought had died in him flared
anew. This woman spoke a language his body was well versed in, and his mind
was clear enough to keep quiet and learn. He'd let her take the initiative,
curious to see how she would react when finding him a Tank. The nymph had
nibbled on his ear lobe, down to his jaw line and to his neck. She had seen
the small protrusion there and paused. "Kiss? Touch?" He had shaken his head
no. She had sighed, disappointed, and never brought up the subject again.
Then she'd peeled him out of his uniform. Licking, kissing his chest, her
fingers had done incredible things as they had stroked and caressed his arms
and chest.
Oh, what pleasure her mouth had brought to his fingers and hands! The
nymph had licked the inside of his wrist with the tip of her tongue,
continuing up to flick it over the center of his palm. Ty remembered
clenching his teeth to control the flash of heat that rose in his groin.
She'd smiled, her eyes dancing as he lay again onto his back. He'd been
surprised she didn't go directly for his cock. Instead, she'd maneuvered to
his feet. There she had massaged, licked and sucked on his toes. Lovingly,
she had licked and sucked each toe as if they where ten small cocks. If the
sun had been up, part of him could have told the correct time at that moment.
Deliciously, agonizingly ever so slow, she had worked her way up each of his
legs, kneading her fingers deep into his calves and back of his thighs,
releasing the tension there. By the time she finally had reached that which
was bobbing in a silent plea for some part of her warm body, Ty had taken
matters into his own hands. Or so to speak.
Flipping the sea nymph onto her back, pinning her to the ground, she
had squealed in delight. He had recognized her then for what she was, but
still didn't know her name. He had devoured her breasts with his mouth,
plumping each with his hands. Then desire had risen so swiftly in him he all
but mindlessly plunged into her velvet vise. She had gasped, wrapped her legs
tightly around him, arching her back, urging him more. The first time, he had
been like a rabbit in rut, and afterwards, dazed from his release.
Coming down from the natural high, he'd felt remorse for taking her
that way. She'd smiled and started rocking her hips against him in incredibly
erotic bumps and grinds. Her secret woman folds had squeezed and milked him
in unbearable ways. In moments, she had him completely aroused again. Ty had
laughed at this remarkable event. He had felt as though he could, no, would
start to feel again. Again and again she had drained his seed from him only
to lick, suck and literally breath life back into him. She had not let him
pleasure her that night, silently insisting he spend himself until he no
longer could move. The nymph had stayed with him until morning, then she had
leaned over him, her hair tickling his chest and whispered into his ear. "I
am Claudette, and now you are mine, Tyrus McQueen."
Startled, he had sat up, opening his mouth to ask her how she knew his
name, but she had skipped away, laughing, before he could form the words to
dive into the water, disappearing beneath the waves. She had healed him that
night, taking away some of the hurt the breakup of his marriage had caused.
Claudette had given that night without taking in return; now it was his turn
to give.
He carried, her holding her tight against his chest, down the slope and
onto the beach, hoping he was doing what needed to be done. When he neared
the water's edge, he stopped. Bubbles erupted in a small area along the
water's surface. A man wearing a strip of material, loincloth-like, slowly
came towards him from the water. The man now stood in front of Ty and the
sleeping woman he held so preciously.
"You are...?" asked Ty.
"I am Gabriel."
"But she told me you were...."
"With Deirdre? No, she wisely chose another, knowing my heart belonged
elsewhere. Is it her choice to return to the water?"
"Yes. She asked me to bring her here, or at least, bring her to her
water. This is where we first met." Ty looked uncertain. "I sent a message. I
was expecting her father or grandfather."
"They asked if I would still have her, young as she is. I told them I
would willing be the only male for her, if she will have me."
"She is so young. The only male? Her time...is now?"
"No. I am sorry. I did not mean to worry you. She only needs our water
and those that love her around her to heal her. She has been gone to long
from it. As to the other, she has many, many years before she is to bear a
child. I will give her my love in those years and...beyond."
Claudette stirred sleepily. Smiling, Gabriel tilted his head to look at
her. She blinked slowly. "Gabriel? Why are you here?"
"I've come to take you home, little one. You've missed many of your
lessons...and many of those who love you have missed you." He held out his
arms. "Will you come with me, let me take you home?"
A tear slipped down her cheek. "You want me?"
"I wanted you even when I thought I wanted another. Can you forgive
me?" Gabriel still held his arms out.
Claudette looked from Gabriel to Ty and back. "May I see my friend,
from time to time, in the sky?"
"Yes, but I think I will accompany you when you do." He looked at Ty's
face. "I believe it will be more calming for all." She leaned towards
Gabriel, smiling.
McQueen couldn't suppress a sigh of relief as he handed her to Gabriel.
"She gets cranky when she doesn't get her regular naps."
Gabriel cradled her close to him. Claudette had snuggled against him
and promptly fallen back to sleep. He chuckled. "I know. My sister was like
that until she was well over 100." Gabriel walked into the water and paused.
"You're lucky, McQueen. You're up there." He nodded towards the stars. "Noble
use to pop in on a certain submarine captain whenever she wanted to. It gave
him fits for years."
McQueen gave a dry chuckle. "You may find this odd, but in a strange
way...I will miss her."
Gabriel's laugh floated back to him. "Only until you remember the
irritations she caused you."
And they were gone -- beneath the waves, back to their home.
That night, as Ty lay down on his bunk, her scent drifted to him. He
recalled Gabriel's parting words to him and replied to the darkness: "Just
like you, my friend, I too found her irritations most appealing."
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