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I eyed his very hard cock and thought about going over there and getting on my knees and returning the favor from when he’d licked me so very thoroughly.
“Okay, look, I’ll put on pants,” he said, pushing off from the wall. He left the room.
I sat up on the bed and sighed. Where were my clothes?
His voice came from the hallway. “You think you could help me find something on this ship? Where did the dead guy keep his clothes?”
“I don’t know!” I called back. I got out of the bed, rolling my eyes. “Just because I’m a woman, I’m supposed to be better at finding things?”
“Well, you’ve been on this ship for longer, and it’s a resistance ship, so you’re probably more familiar with the layout, and—”
“Okay, fine, I’ll help you.” I shrugged into my clothes and came out into the corridor.
He turned to me, and his cock was still sticking straight out.
I swallowed visibly.
He let out a soft laugh. “Uh, so… you really do find me arousing?”
“Obviously.” I walked past him, annoyed.
He fell into step with me. “AmI forcing you, shei?”
“No,” I said.
“But you agreed with me that it was wrong.”
“You’rebeing forced,” I said.
“No, I’m not,” he said.
“You are,” I said. “You told me that you’re not yourself, and that you haven’t been since you scented me. And before I forced you to come to this stupid ship, you told me you only wanted to go home, and I didn’t let you—”
“Hey,” he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I’mfine.”
I stopped walking and looked up at him.
He looked down at me.
“Wait until this passes, and then you decide if you’re fine,” I said.
His fingers traveled up my neck to brush over my cheek. “This can’t hurt me. I’ll be fine. But, uh, we’ve never figured out… if there is something wrong with your implant—”
“There’s not.”
“But then why did your scent—”
“Just… that’s ridiculous,” I said. “We’re both on suppressants to keep our biology in check so that we can’t reproduce and both of them are failing at the same time? That doesn’t happen. It’s contrived, like a horrible plot device on some awful holovid. I mean, what are the odds?”
“If I get you pregnant—”
“No,” I said.
“Well, you should terminate,” he said, letting his hand drop. “And I’m really sorry that I seem to have some weird fetish with coming inside you.” He started walking again.
“I’m not going to get pregnant,” I called after him. “Let’s not talk about that.”
He kept walking.
