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“Relax, baby,” his voice drifted to her ears, but she barely heard him past the dull whoosh of blood in her head.
She gasped when his lips first skimmed her mound. She tightened under the touch.
“No one’s done this for you before?”
She responded to the negative with a quick jerk of the head, eyes squeezed tight. When next his mouth pressed to her sensitive flesh, he tugged at her folds with his lips. Coupled with his fingers trailing fire up her inner thighs, it was all she could do to lift her hips toward him. He continued to stroke along her skin, his hands urging her nervous muscles to unwind as his mouth worked gently between her thighs.
As her knees stopped shaking and her fists released their white-knuckle grip on the blanket, his ministrations of her clit increased in pressure. When he ran the flat of his tongue firmly up her slit, she couldn’t hold back a trembling sigh, her hand sliding through his hair of its own accord to press him closer. She felt his smile against her.
Already she felt the orgasm brimming in her belly, pleasure throbbing electric between her legs. The way he sucked, licked, and nipped was about to send her over the edge, but there was an emptiness in her that clenched in desperation for more.
“I want you inside me,” she exhaled. “Please.”
He made a sound in his throat that vibrated against her clit as his mouth was still latched there, making her shudder. He let go reluctantly, working his lips and tongue up her body as he positioned himself over her, his face an inch above her own. And when he nudged her legs aside, she averted her eyes, feeling all of a sudden awkward as his hardness pressed against her waiting slit.
“Look at me,” he urged, his shaft nudging at her entry. He didn’t move further, though, making her chest swell with anticipation.
As she opened her eyes, so did he finally give her what she craved, his thick girth pushing into her folds and filling her up in a satisfying, if a little painful, stretch. Her eyes stung with tears threatening to spill for some stupid reason. Part of it was the way her nerves ignited with him inside her, little bursts of rapture skittering up her skin, but another part was the hard pit buried under her ribs at the prospect that there was no future in this. They would die here, alone, and, God, she just wished she’d found him sooner. Why couldn’t it have been sooner?
He placed his hands on the sides of her head, stroking the tears from her temples. They rolled in slow, full waves, like the ocean encompassing all of Arvex would have thousands of years ago. Now, they manifested it through their bodies, the last waves this planet would ever see. And as they came, it was together, their eyes silently communicating all that was left to say.
CHAPTER8
STAG
They had three hours left, and they’d spent it talking and making love. The sheer amount of both of those things only ran down their time faster, their oxygen depleting by nature of their activities.
They were still pretending they were going to get out of there. They’d even talked about Tez coming toOlympuswith him, what it would be like, how she could help the mission. How they could find a New Earth and settle together in some jungle oasis, building their own little hut in a tree. Neither of them had ever seen a tree, of course; they’d only seen Old Earth footage. But the tree would bear fruit of all kinds, all on one species. Purple, orange, giant red fruit with seeds inside, all edible.
“You could forage, and I’d go out to hunt,” she said matter-of-factly, looking up at him with her chin on his chest.
“No way,” he laughed, making her frown as her head jostled atop his shaking ribs. “I’m the hunter. Gotta protect you from the wildlife.”
“You can protect me from starving with your salad-making skills.”
Sometimes they fell into silence, staring either at each other or at the walls. Then they’d get back into their fantasies—the stories of two dying people who found each other just a little too late.
“Resources are our main problem right now,” he had admitted to her at one point. “We’re getting our scans, but we’re lacking the raw materials for repairs.”
“What about the equipment? Colony ships have so much custom tech—”
“That’s where the scanning tech we found on board came in. We scan existing modern structures to figure out how to build our own. Then we procure the materials. Took a lot of lives to scan theZenithfor their agri tech. But we got there.”
“Have you ever thought about just asking them?”
Stag barked out a laugh. “Colonies would sooner destroy us than help us. If they found out a bunch of poor stationers got control over a colony ship, they’d be goddamn terrified of others thinking they could do the same.”
“Sounds like you’re going to find yourself in the same position as the other colonies: hoarding resources for expeditions.”
Stag shrugged. “Maybe. But there is one big difference.”
Tessa was holding his hand, tracing her fingertip around the veins in the back of it. “What’s that?”
“None of us were born into chips, water, or power. We’ve scraped by with nothing our whole lives, fighting for every scrap of food. Why shouldn’t we take the opportunity to find a better life if we can?”
“Even if it means compounding the problem?”
Stag pulled his hand away. Who was she to judge his people? She was just a company cog, anabandonedcog no less, with no leg to stand on.
