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Kaav smirked at me, and he lowered his massive, golden frame down centimeter by centimeter as the door closed. I found myself doing the same thing so that I could keep him in view. When the door was over halfway closed, it got very awkward to bend down lower, so I waved goodbye to him. I didn’t know if you were supposed to wave to the man you intended to fuck, or to the man who had kissed you and licked your clavicle in the most infuriatingly delicious way, but it’s all I could think to do before the door shut all the way.
He waved back, but he winked at me right before the airlock sealed shut.
Once I was alone in the corridor, I exhaled. It felt like I’d been holding my breath since the moment Kaav’s golden hands had ripped me out of the freaky tunnel. Now I was breathing the stale air of theEve’s Ribagain. I certainly never thought I’d be on this ship ever again.
I looked at the airlock door, wondering if I’d made a mistake coming back here. For all the confusion I felt around Kaav, I certainly didn’t at all regret going with him. The going withhimwas the part I didn’t regret though. I didn’t regret the kiss. I didn’t regret feeling my body pressed up against his. I didn’t regret the way his golden eyes twinkled when he smirked at me. I also didn’t regret the way he seemed totally possessive of me, and the confidence he showed when he said he wanted to fuck me with my armor on. I’d always assumed sex would be something you just did completely naked, but the idea of keepingsomeof my clothes on while doing it was…it was something I didn’t have a word for yet, but there probably was a word for it. Just not on Eden.
When I reached the next sealed door, Chef’s voice came onto the speakers. “Take off all your clothes, then put both hands on the wall.”
I did as she asked, and once my palms were pressed firmly against the wall, I heard the hiss of the sealed door, and then heavy footsteps.
“We’re going to spray you down,” a muffled female voice shouted behind me.
I nodded understanding.
Then they were spraying me. It was water, but it was much higher-pressure than could ever be comfortable. It was ironic, because theRib’sshowers had famously low pressure. The shower heads sprayed out a light mist, and then you had to scrub as best as possible to make up for the lack of water pressure. Now I was getting hosed down with such a heavy spray that my skin was almost getting sprayed off.
They sprayed meeverywheretoo, thankfully they at least lowered the pressure a bit when they started spraying me in specific spots. I wanted to tell them that the alien hadn’t fucked me yet. That my kitten was still untainted, but it seemed like a completely irrelevant point to them. They were breaking every rule in the book by even letting me back ontoEve’s Rib. Of course they were going to spray every square inch of my body regardless of what I told them.
Next were the brushes. They held the brushes on big, long-armed sticks so that the women doing the decontamination didn’t have to get anywhere near me. I snuck a look over my shoulder and wasn’t surprised to see that both women scrubbing me were wearing full vacuum suits.
I gritted my teeth and endured the rest of the decontamination, which even included a few pricks and injections.
They took my clothes—my armor—and started shoving the armor and skirt and bracers into a bio-hazard bag. They even took my sword and throwing disc, which I still hadn’t even had a chance to test throw yet. I held up a hand.
“Wait, please. I need that armor.”
“What for?” A muffled voice boomed.
So that my alien boyfriend can fuck me while I wear the skirt?
“I just need it, okay? Can you maybe just leave it over there? I pointed to the far end of the corridor.
One of the woman shrugged and threw the bag onto the ground. It landed a few meters behind me. “Don’t touch it or we’ll have to decontaminate you all over again.”
The second woman fetched another bag and handed it to me. I opened it up and found a standard crew woman jumpsuit. I put it on but frowned when I saw they’d sewed a big biohazard patch onto the jumpsuit. I supposed it was fair. You could never fully decontaminate the male taint, and some women would likely want to steer clear of me for that reason.
The women in vacuum suits took all their decontamination gear and walked through the open door. One of them gestured for me to follow her.
Their faceplates were set to be opaque. I guessed that Chef Hypatia had given that order. I knew all the women on this crew, and it would be a lot riskier for them if I could recognize them and make personal connections with them. When they were just anonymous women in bulky vacuum suits with dark faceplates, I didn’t even want to talk to them. Instead, I just followed when they gestured for me to do so.
I kept my distance behind them as I walked. We’d been drilled since birth that being tainted was the worst thing that could ever happen to a woman. Even though I no longer felt that was really the case, I knew that the other crew women were feeling that conditioning, and it struck me as simply correct to keep my distance from them as much as possible. For their sake rather than for mine.
My skin had been rubbed raw. I kept scratching beneath the collar of my jumpsuit where the brushes had broken some skin. My fingers ran across my clavicle, right where Kaav had kissed and licked me, and my heart beat faster. My stomach fluttered. I was half-tempted to tell the vacuum-suited women to shove it, and just go back to the airlock with Kaav. I didn’t want to have him fuck me in the airlock though. Airlock Eve and Thuliak had already done their business in there, and no amount of decontamination was going to get me to have sex in that airlock.
The women gestured toward a door, which I knew was Chef Hypatia’s quarters, and then they walked several paces beyond the door, stopped, and nodded for me to enter. On most missions theEve’s Ribran, women were required to triple-bunk. It was calledspace, but our ships weren’t huge likeWrathor theInseminator, and there was very little actual space in space, at least on human ships. SinceEve’s Ribhad been running with a ghost crew though—and was not three crew women lighter—each woman had her own quarters for this mission.
I knocked before I opened the door, and to my surprise, Hypatia opened the door and smiled at me.
She wasn’t wearing a vacuum suit or even a helmet. She wasn’t even wearing a proper High Command jumpsuit. She had on a normal jumpsuit just like mine, save for the biohazard patch.
“Welcome back,” she said, then tilted her head and stepped aside so I could get through the doorway.
I entered cautiously, pursing my lips and stepping lightly. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was tainting everything I touched, and that if I tiptoed, it would somehow reduce the amount of contamination I brought into Hypatia’s quarters.
“So,” she said, “how is it?”
“Huh?”
