Three Months on the Borealis Ch. 02

This story is a Harbinger96 original and not for sharing or reposting without my permission. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 years or older.

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We had been on this tub for a week, and Petty Officer Alexis Covington was not making this easy on me.

After almost getting caught by Chief Petty Officer Briggs, I really thought about how this could go, how this could end. I was okay with the consequences for me, but Lexi was 25 years old. She had so much potential, and I couldn't be the cause of that ruin.

Without telling her what I was doing, I started to pull back, to put physical touching boundaries up for me. It was extremely hard to do because Lexi was a very affectionate woman who knew what she wanted, and she knew what buttons on me to press to get me going and flustered.

A perfect example of it was the one week anniversary of us getting intimate, and she wanted it to happen again. It was getting on in the evening, and we had some down time in our shared bunk room. We were in our blue coveralls, lounging in our respective beds, when Lexi sat up and swung her little legs off of her bed.

She stretched languidly, letting out a little hum, and then she just started peeling out of her layers in front of me. We had just been in the reactor room, all heat and steam from the water used to cool the uranium core. Lexi's shirt clung to her curvy little body, and I could see her nipple piercings peeking through her sweat-soaked brown t-shirt.

"Uh, Lex... what're you doing?" I asked like she wasn't stripping down to her white bra in front of me, showing me the bountiful cleavage she had for someone of her small frame. Her defined abs looked so good, so perfectly tanned and sleek with sweat from that sauna of a reactor room.

"Getting ready to take a shower, John," she said pointedly, like I was some kind of idiot. "Can't exactly do that in my uniform, can I, sailor?"

"No, but you can undress in the bathroom, you weirdo," I tried to play off like we were just friends again, simple bunk mates. I would never lose the image of what happened, what we did, but I knew it was best for her if she forgot.

Lexi scoffed. "I think you're the weirdo if you don't want to see these again," she teased shamelessly as she took her bra off and pressed her beautifully caramel tits together. "I know you love my body, John."

I grit my teeth and turned to face her fully. "Alexis, stop," I said forcefully. "I made a horrible decision last week when I let what happened happen. I was careless and selfish. I'm beating myself up every time I see you for going as far as we did. You're my fantasy, my dream... but it's best for your reality if I keep you that way." It fucking hurt to say that, but she needed to hear it, to be on the same page, to understand.

Lex sat there, blinking. "Go fuck yourself, John," she said as she stood up, her hands on her hips, her tits standing out as defiantly as she was. "I get we were kids, teens, whatever, when we met, but I'm not some little girl anymore. It takes two to do what we did. I was fully awake and cognizant. I willingly had sex with you last week. I knew the risks, and I told you as much. Why the fuck are you going back now?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, the sweat starting to dry. "Lex, we had sex the first day we were bunked together. You don't think we should have waited longer? You don't think we were rash?" I argued back.

"No, John. I don't think it was rash," she said, bending over to untie her boots, letting her boobs dangle as she kept talking. "I've cared about you for years, and I know you've cared about me, too. There's nothing rash about exploring something that's been growing for a decade." She stood back up after fighting out of her boots. Crossing her arms and covering her piercings, she scowled at me. "Maybe you're a coward."

"What?" I chuckled, but it didn't match the way I narrowed my eyes at her. "I'm a coward for considering your life beyond me?"

"No, but you're a coward for not wanting to take a chance on us, for seeing if we can make this work," she spat at me, and then pulled the lower half of her coveralls down, leaving her in just white panties. "You're an idiot for not wanting to fight for this, John. How can you be brave enough to work with fucking uranium on a navy ship, but you won't work with me?" In a huff, she took off her sweaty panties and threw them at me as well. "Come join me if you decide not to be a bitch," she growled and stormed the short distance to the bathroom.

I groaned deep in my chest, turned on and pissed off by that little Southern firecracker. Nobody could get under my skin quite like Alexis, and when she did it wearing nothing but her skin... it was too much.

I shed my uniform in record time and as soon as I heard the sprayer head sputter and then stream steady, I was in the bathroom, tearing the curtain back and pushing Lex's small, hard body against the wall. She gasped at the speed, my urgency, and that gasp was the opening I needed to exploit with my tongue, delving deep into her mouth, but she wasted no time in pushing back.

Lexi was a little thing with fantastic assets, and though small, she was nobody's bitch, nobody's plaything. She kissed me just as hard as I kissed her, and her nails scraped down my back, her hands kneading my ass, my hands roamed over her body, feeling every feminine curve and every tight muscle she had crafted over the years I've known her.

We moaned into each other's mouths as we pressed our bodies together under the pool-temperature spray, like we couldn't get close enough.

"No foreplay, John. Take that dick of yours and fuck me, soldier. I need it, and I know you do, too," she goaded me, but she was right.

I pushed her away from me, and she angled her body at a nearly 45 degree angle, holding onto my toned biceps and wrapping her legs around my waist, suspending herself as I took my cock in my hand and led it to her tight, hot entrance. I didn't need to ask because she told me what to do. I surged forward and filled Alexis Covington with all of my length and I couldn't bite back a groan. She gasped and then cried out, her hands leaving my arms and wrapping around my neck.

I had to be careful because as much as I wanted to, I couldn't mark her; couldn't give her hickies or leave bite marks. I could leave no trace that we were more than bunk mates, more than friends sharing an assignment. I wanted the entire Borealis to know Lex was mine, but that would be the dumbest fucking thing I could do. Might as well ask for a court martial.

Lexi was bouncing herself on my frame, talking mad shit like we were in some kind of presidential fitness competition. "C'mon, John! I know you can fuck me harder than this. Why don't you put me through this fucking shower wall, you bitch? Havin' fun making me do all the work or somethin'?"

This fucking girl, I swear. "Let go of me," I growled into her ear and sucked on her little lobe, and she listened but huffed as she did it. Maybe she was afraid I was going to stop? Not a chance in Hell.

Once her feet were back on the floor, I spun her around, pushed her hard against the shower wall to make her catch herself, and then I was pulling her hair, making her cry out, and then I was thrusting into her again but from behind this time.

"Oh fuck, John! Yes! Yes!" my little Belle squealed as I fucked her with all the speed and depth I could, and Lexi was having none of that pillow princess shit. She was pushing off of the wall like a push-up competition, our thighs slapping against each other, the sound amplified by the wetness of our skin and the acoustics of our small bathroom.

"I'm gonna cum, Lex. I need to pull out," I warned her. "I want to fill you up with it, Lord knows, but I can't. We can't risk it."

"I know," Lexi mumbled, my pace slowing as I waited for her to make a call of where. "Keep fucking me. Pull out and cum on my ass when you need to," she decided, nodding.

I smacked her ass, making her giggle, and I picked up where I had left off, pulling her hair and arching her back, making her hiss and grip my cock with her tight pussy, and she was all too happy to fuck herself on me at the same time, neither of us doing more lifting than the other.

"Okay, it's time," I warned her and then I slid out, but she teasingly tensed up around me just enough to make my extraction difficult, but it was worth it as I pulled out just in time to paint her ass with my thick, white ropes.

"Damn, if that isn't a beautiful sight; that full round ass of yours looks so good, dripping my cum," I growled as I pulled her further back by the hair so I could kiss the back of her head.

I eased up on my hold as I felt her start to turn around, and we kissed hotly as we melded our bodies together again, and she ran her hand down my hard stomach to wrap her hand around my cock, to glide up and down it, giving a satisfying twist at the top.

"Good work, soldier. That's what we needed after a full shift in the hot box," she giggled. "If you ever feel like pulling away from me again without asking, I'm going to knock you the fuck out, and then we'll talk about it when you wake up, m'kay?"

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After our extra steamy shower, Lex decided she wasn't done torturing me, solidifying that she was willing to risk it for the biscuit by not making any move to get dressed. The only thing on her delicious body was the towel wrapped around her brunette hair.

"You're going to fucking kill me, girl," I grumbled as I started to get dressed in my government-provided sweatpants. I had to check on the reactor again not too long from now, but it wasn't a full shift, so I wasn't going to bother putting on more coveralls.

She just smiled, turned her head to look at me instead of the ceiling and then smiled at me, doing this cute little wave. She knew damn well what she was doing to me and she loved it. I just hoped that she had some kind of plan to make sure that we wouldn't get a surprise visit from CPO Briggs.

"Could you imagine how crazy every guy on this boat would go if that was your sanctioned uniform?" I teased and Lex giggled.

"Nothing but me would get done on this boat," she joked, but we both knew that wasn't true. Lex was a one-man kinda woman. She would be a fucking freak with that one person, but if anyone outside of a relationship with her said something or tried to touch her, they would be liable to receive either an earful or a swollen ear.

"So how would you feel if these were to become my off-duty PJs, Leading Petty Officer Givens?" Lexi asked with a smirk, rolling onto her belly, hiding her tits from me but giving me a view of her impressively juicy booty.

I growled and walked over to her bed and smacked her ass, enjoying the way it jiggled. "I think this is a horrible fucking idea, but I can't feel guilty about a bad outcome if you're pushing for it, Lex."

Lex pouted for a minute, reached behind her, and pulled up the bed sheet to cover her from mid thigh to lower back. "I'm not forcing you into this, am I, John? You're not resentin' me, right?"

I sighed and cupped her chin, looking into her beautiful green eyes, reminding me of grass that neither of us would be seeing for three months. "It's...." I was cut off by the small laptop we always kept running on a small table. It was beeping a frequent, high-pitched ring letting me know that one of the reactor sensors was acting up.

"Get dressed and meet me in the Hot Box," I ordered and pulled on my coveralls over my sweats. I can't say I liked that decision, but I didn't have the time to be choosy on my outfit.

I was out the door in under a minute and then through the hydraulic double doors. I checked the larger computer that recorded the reactor outputs and systems attached to it. I ran a quick diagnostics scan, and while that was doing it's thing, I did a manual check of level readings, and at that point, Lex was with me, looking over my shoulder.

I had just figured out what was going on when CPO Briggs joined us. "Givens, Covington, what seems to be the issue?" he asked, arms crossed but sounding patient. He knew it could take a bit for the diagnostic scan to come back, or for trained eyes to catch a blip. It was good to see Briggs took reactor alarms seriously enough to come down here.

"Looking for that answer now, sir," I said, my eyes focused. "There it is," I pointed at a data point on one of numerous columns. "We have a spike in moderator temp. The cooling reading is too high. If the reading is accurate, we're not generating enough power for the systems."

"Is it actually too high or do we just need to recalibrate?" Lex asked, which was what I was about to begin the process of figuring out.

"We recalibrate the thermometer first. If it still reads too hot, then we have a bigger problem," I said as I pushed myself away from the computer. "We can handle this, sir," I said over my shoulder as Lexi followed me to the moderator system panel.

"I'll leave you to it," he said, wiping his brow. "It's damned hot in here," he grumbled. "Alert me if there is a bigger problem," he said as he took off, more than happy to hear we didn't need him for the time being.

"Now that Chief Bozo is gone, let's get this fixed up and get out of here," I said, keeping my voice low until he was gone. I didn't actually have anything against Briggs, but the less bodies in here, the better.

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Luckily, it was just a simple matter of recalibrating the moderator's thermometer. It didn't take terribly long, and we didn't have to get overly dirty, at least not second shower dirty.

As soon as we were back in the room, I dropped my coveralls and I changed into a new set of sweats. Lexi stripped out of hers, and I had to chuckle and shake my head.

"What?" she asked as she laid down with a book.

"You went completely naked under your coveralls?"

Lex just shrugged. "Time was of the essence, wasn't it?" She bit her lip and those emeralds behind long dark lashes glowed mischievously. "What if I did this all the time? Would that drive you nuts, knowing that a pair of coveralls was all that was between you and my body?"

I rolled my eyes. "Lexi, stop. There's a difference between fantasy and getting caught breaking uniform code," I pointed out.

"I don't understand you, John Givens. How are you such a good fuck but you're such a damned stick in the mud when it comes to teasin' dirty talk?" she asked and rolled over, taking her book with her but turning her pear-shaped ass at me.

"Really, making me talk to your butt?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"You can kiss my ass while you're at it, John Givens." She sounded genuinely grumpy.

I started to wonder if I was actually fucking this up. It was definitely a game of hot and cold because she was so good at calling my bluffs I didn't even know were bluffs. She knew exactly what to say to rile me up, like calling me a coward. The biggest problem was that I knew I actually loved her. So of course I wanted to keep her safe; safe from the consequences of this tryst, safe from the system that would roast us alive if they found out. That's what was making this so fucking hard. If it was just lust, it would be so much easier one way or another.

"Lex...." I didn't know what to say. There was too much in my head for me to articulate at the moment.

"Just go to bed, John," she growled and pulled the sheet over her body, hiding the beautiful sight from me. We had little spats like this in the past, as friends do. This felt different, though. Neither of us had ever been more exposed, more vulnerable, never had such forced proximity as this before. We couldn't just *not* see each other until we cooled down. We were only a week in, damn it.

Being a week in meant two things; it meant I had time to fix this, or time to irreparably ruin our relationship.

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Three days passed in the most awkward silence that I had ever experienced between us. She no longer got ready for her showers in front of me. She wore her normal brown t-shirts under her coveralls. No matter how hot and sweaty we got in the Hot Box, she wouldn't take off the top half of her coveralls. I didn't get to see her nipple piercings straining against the form-fitting shirt, or just the littlest tease of her belly button piercing. It seemed like we weren't even friends anymore, let alone being on the fence of there being more.

I decided to give her more space. When I wasn't on full rotation in the reactor room, I'd mosey around the ship and talk to engineers of other duties and sectors, or hang around in the mess hall longer than necessary. Being in a tight space with Lexi when she didn't want me there was actually painful.

I knew that she was the only person on this floating tub more stubborn than I was. If I wanted anything to mend, I had to do it myself. I had to take the risk of making myself a fool by being shot down or having her just tell me to the shut the fuck up. I didn't want to play hot and cold anymore, but it seemed to be a toxic mesh of caring and giving her what she wanted. Could I use her blatant sexuality as a door to talk to her? Was that even more toxic and manipulative? Maybe all of this is why it's never a good idea for people stationed together to try this shit.

I didn't have an allergy to sex with Alexis. Quite the opposite. I also wanted it. A lot. She was my weakness, my siren. If I gave into it as much as she teased we could, we could literally get caught with our pants down worse than we had been when the moderator's thermometer's calibration was off. There were so many things that could go wrong if we were both distracted, if we cared about ourselves more than we cared about the job. Would that happen?

Goddamn it did I ever fuck up that first day on this cursed ship. I wouldn't be struggling internally so hard if I hadn't given in so easily to Lex dropping that towel. Fuck her. Fuck her for being so cute, for being so exotically beautiful and for being the only woman I've wanted to be with since I was old enough to want her.

I had been having this internal battle royal on my back, staring at the ceiling from my bed, when the door whooshed open and Lex strolled in, a yoga mat under her arm. She was wearing a grape purple sports bra and a pair of black capri leggings, dark and silky hair in a high ponytail. She looked so fucking good. I wanted to lick the little remaining beads of sweat from her midriff.

"Quit starin' at me, ya fucker." Clearly she was still mad. Maybe just trying to talk to her wouldn't get the job done.

"Lex." Her name was all I said. If she didn't respond, maybe I had a window. If she shot me down ASAP, I knew I was still too dog housed to speak.

"What? Clock's tickin'." At least I was allowed to speak again.

"We need to discuss, make some kind of plan. If we're going to make this work we need to be smart. Make this a calculated risk and not just a chaotic fuck show."

She just blinked, the forest of green around her onyx pupils trying to short circuit my thoughts. "Oh, so we're strategists now? Going further than giving me a good fuck and a glimmer of hope then pulling the blanket away?"

I sat up fully and looked at my feet because she was right. I needed to tell her that. "You are right, and I'm aware that's what I've done. Twice," I admitted, and her body language softened.

Deep breath. Compose. Lay it out there. "I'm sorry. This is extremely hard for me. I'm extremely hard for *you.*" I let my joke hang in the air for a moment. "I like you. So much. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You're my best friend, have been for years, and I care for you deeply. I want you, and I want what's best for you, and I worry about us getting caught or slipping up by being distracted. I'm worried about these three months going wrong because we drop the ball by being tangled up in each other. And then-and then what about after these three months, Lex?"

In a surprise turn of events, Lexi decided it was her moment to lay it out, to be vulnerable. She put her yoga mat on the floor and knelt down on it in front of me. "John, I appreciate that you care so much. I care about you, too. And I share the worries about this with you. I want you, too, and of course I want what's best for both of us as well. I'm up for re-enlistment soon, and if I play my cards right, I might be doing it as an officer, John."

It was my turn to blink. "Really?" I asked, happy and proud for my girl. I did a little recoil at the way I called her *my girl* in my head. Her eyes slightly narrowed, which meant I did it enough that she saw it. Did she think I did that because she might become an officer?

She pushed herself off my knees and stood up. "Fuck you, John. You didn't mean a damn thing you said, did you?"

"No no no, I did!" I quickly backpedaled and shot off of my bunk. "I am so fucking proud of you, and I know you'd be great if they give you the commission. That's not what I was reeling from."

She crossed her arms over her chest, her piercings just visible through the sports bra under her arms. "What was that reaction then?" she pressed.

"It's because my first thought was how proud of you I am, and that in my head... I called you my girl," I came clean, knowing I didn't have room to fib or fuck this up.

Lexi's eyes went wide and she pouted, then pursed her lips together adorably. "You called me your girl in your head?"

"Yeah, I did," I confirmed with a nod.

"Can you tell me I'm your girl aloud?" she asked softly, closing the tiny distance between us, putting her hand on my chest.

I rolled my eyes, but gave in. "You're my girl, Alexis. In my head, you have been for a long time." I tilted my head down to look at her, those eyes boring holes through my skull and into my brain, cutting off any rational thought as her look traveled down my spine and kicked its way into my heart.

She popped up on her toes and kissed me, just a peck. "I know I talk crazy shit, John, but I plan to stay in the service for a while, and I want to stay with you for all of that time, and longer. We'll make this work, and while yeah, I plan to drive you nuts, I don't plan on doing anything crazy to jeopardize us or either of our careers."

I wrapped my arms around her tight and kissed her head. "You are my girl, Lexi. Even if you outrank me someday soon, you'll still be my girl."

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That night, Lex and I decided to make a small room change by pushing our little twin beds together. We practiced in a little fire drill kind of way just how quickly we could put our beds back to their original positions, and just how much noise it would make in a hurry. Luckily, Lex and I are both fit as fuck and the beds don't weigh a hell of a lot, so the operation is pretty fast and quiet.

As we slept together that first night, Lexi sat up in bed and tugged off her shirt. "We're pretty close to the reactor, and I'm not used to sleeping next to your body heat."

"Make yourself comfortable. I'm sure not going to complain," I chuckled, my voice still heavy with sleep as I casually reached up to feel the heft of her breast closest to me.

Lexi smiled as she slowly moved back to lay down, her body language making it clear she wasn't minding my touch. She didn't stop at her shirt as she lifted her ass off of the bed and peeled another layer down. "Wanna slip a hand down here and find out how much I took off?" she teased, turning her head, her hot exhale fanning my face. I could still catch just the last whiffs of cinnamon toothpaste on her breath.

I took her invite and slid my hand under the covers. I felt bare hip. She had even taken off her panties. I inched my fingers over her warmed skin until I found the dip between her thighs. "Fuck, Lex," I whispered in her ear and placed my lips to her neck just behind. "Do you want me to touch you?"

I felt her nod. "Mhmm," she mumbled breathlessly into the darkness, and took my wrist in her hand as she guided it to where she wanted me. "Touch me, John. Play with me till we fall back asleep?"

I hummed my agreement as I traced her puffy vulva, massaging her as my fingers zeroed in on her slippery lips, and I had a feeling she had been awake for a while, thinking about forbidden touches and pleasures under covers. The idea that she had woken with thoughts of me, that she wanted me so much it was keeping her up, made me fucking hard.

Lexi's back was turned to me as I started to glide my fingers over her slick folds, and she reached back over her hip to wrap her hand around my cock. "This can't be morning wood already," she teased, and that southern twang in her voice made my cock twitch as she lightly stroked me up and down.

"No morning wood," I confirmed. "This is all your doing."

"Good," she cooed and nuzzled into the pillow, a contented sigh leaving her lips as we both played with the other until we fell asleep, just like she asked.

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My alarm went off, telling me it was time to check morning stat reads. I slapped the clock on my side of the conjoined beds until it stopped.

I looked next to me, and I didn't see Lex. Probably because I felt a weight on my legs. I looked down, and sure as shit, there she was, poised like a cat, already in her coveralls but the top half was down, her bare tits rubbing my thighs. I could feel piercings grazing my skin. Fuck.

"I gotta do first rounds, hun," I told her, but didn't stop myself from bending at the abs a little so I could run my hands through her rich, long hair.

She shook her head as she kissed one thigh, then the other. "Nuh uh, Chief. Already did it," she said smugly. "You're a good teacher. I submitted morning report to Chief Briggs before I came back to help wake you up."

I smiled down at her, half horny and half proud, but the whole smile was because of her. "Just how did you plan to help wake me up?" I asked knowingly as she kissed my hips.

"I may have an idea or two," she said with an airy giggle as she kissed my pubis, just above and to the side of my cock, letting it brush her chin. She turned her face to the side and kissed the base of my shaft. "I should run a few tests on this and make sure it's working properly."

I laid there happily, hands behind my head as Lexi helped herself to some well-earned morning dick. She hummed to herself happily as she kissed and licked me all over, pleasuring me to the sound of her own drum. She started to do some really inspired work as she ran NASCAR circles around the tip of my cock with her tongue. Her mouth was busy but her eyes were smiling up at me for her.

"Lex, I'm going to cum in your fucking mouth," I growled as she rubbed my taint with her thumb.

"Aye aye, Chief. Ready to receive," she purred, and replaced her mouth on just the tip. I cursed and arched my back as she sucked on me hard and kept working her tongue over my cock slit until I came, shooting hot rope into her mouth, and she cooed and made little chirpy sounds as she drank it all down.

Once I was completely drained, she got back up on her knees and fixed the top of her coveralls. "Nobody but us is any the wiser for that morning well spent, John." Her point was well-received.

I shared a smile with her, tapped on her thigh, telling her with no words I was ready to get up, fix the beds, and start my morning.

I had just finished getting into my work uniform, my boots just getting laced when I heard a little ping. A work email instead of a visit. That was a nice change.

I flicked the finger pad on the computer to wake it up and opened my email folder. A message from Chief Briggs. Lex and I were getting some help.

"Everything okay?" Lexi asked from the bathroom, a toothbrush in her hand.

"Yeah, really good, actually. Chief Briggs is expanding our team. He's giving us a night rotation pair so we don't have to check the readings and make fine-tunes in the middle of the night."

Lex let out a relieved breath. "That's awesome. We have a second set of parents to watch the baby!"

I chuckled. "They're both just techs, so they'll be reporting to me," I huffed. "And if there's a real problem, looks like they'll be coming to grab us."

Lex shrugged. "Pain in the ass a little, but worth it to spend less time in the Hot Box."

"Agreed," I said as I closed my emails. "Speaking of, I should go check over the readings and your morning report. It isn't that I don't trust you, but it's due diligence."

Lex flicked her head in a little nod. "You are still my TO, so I don't take it personal."

I hit the button on the side of the door, making it whoosh open, and then I looked down the hallways before leaving. Lexi and I were both regs presentable, and the room was put back together. I was just used to being in busier parts of ships where if you didn't look both ways like in traffic, you were liable to smack into someone.

When I got in the Hot Box, everything looked normal. The usual endless whirring of the reactor doing its thing was sounding like it should. It was hot as a hockey player's balls and just as steamy, as it should be.

I went and checked the read-outs with Lexi looking over my shoulder like a good trainee. She picked up the basic every day portions of the job easily. Lexi's brain was as sharp as her jawline. I loved her face. She was cute, but her face looked like she meant fucking business unless she was smiling.

I read over her report, and if it wasn't for her digital signature, I swear I would have sworn I wrote it. "You've got the basics down to the point you must be getting bored."

"You make it entertaining," she teased. "And besides, didn't you once tell me it's for the things that can go wrong that training is so long?"

I smiled. "Good memory," I said as I wiped sweat from my head. "I wonder when the new kids are showing up for their tour. I don't know how much reactor experience they have."

"Oh shit! The new kids!" Lexi said, eyes getting wide. I looked down and saw her coveralls getting sweaty, her chest looking impressive on such a small woman. She didn't put anything on under it. Most cases, it was just the two of us working down here because higher-ups were happy to let us sweat monkies run this shit ourselves. They didn't want to get the collars of their crisp white shirts stained.

Lexi darted out of the Hot Box, no doubt to put on her brown shirt, if not a bra. Her belly button and nipple piercings weren't exactly regulation, but I wasn't going to tell a soul about them.

She was back a moment later, and while I could see just the tiniest pokies, someone would have to glare, and then ask some uncomfortable questions nobody was going to ask.

The rest of our tasks ran as usual, doing regular temperature checks to make sure the water to cool down the reactor wasn't too hot, but not cold either, making sure the delivery pipes weren't overheating, and that the propulsion systems were well, properly propelling. If the water got too cold, it'd generate too much steam, powering the ship more than we needed. If it got too hot like we worried about yesterday, it wouldn't provide enough power. A serious overheat, and we'd be in capital 's' levels of shit.

At the end of our list was the emissions containment system check, and that was all green, too. No signs of leaks outside of the ship or to any parts of the ship. If the emissions were leaking into the ship, for lack of better wording, that would be fucking bad. It'd be like driving your car with no exhaust system at all, with the windows rolled up. Instead of breathing carbon monoxide, you'd get cancer at the speed of Mach Jesus and we'd all be beyond saving before we could get back to port. Hence why our insane readings and alarm systems are so fucking vital.

"This never gets easier, does it? The heat, I mean," Lexi panted. "The steam. It's so fucking oppressive."

"It's why staying hydrated is so important," I laughed before shooting Tang, that orange shit the astronauts allegedly drink, into my mouth. "Baby bird?" I asked, holding the bottle up.

Lexi laughed and then tilted her head back, mouth wide open, for me to shoot a burst down her mouth. She swallowed easily and wiped her lips.

"Remember that lineup of tequila shots we did like that in Texas?" I chuckled, a smile on my face as I remembered the moment fondly.

"And the bartender completely ignored Jeremy, leaving him hanging with his mouth open like a fucking moron?" she giggled.

We shared a full laugh at the memory, and I could picture it easily. "You were so hot that night," I felt comfortable enough to tell her. "You were more than a little drunk, but you were so carefree and having fun."

She smiled softly and stepped up to me, cupping my jaw. "I wasn't as drunk as you thought I was, John. I was just happy. If you remember, it was our first time together after you came back from a voyage. I missed you, and I was glad we were all back together. I was glad to have you back, most of all."

I turned down into her touch and kissed her hand. "I've taken a lot of voyages where you were the only person I was thinking about, Alex."

She stepped even closer, damn near on my toes, and looked up at me, at my lips. "What did you think about me when you were in your bunk, all alone, John?" she asked, her chin on my chest, batting those lashes at me. Her tanned face looked so good with just a little sheen of sweat making her glisten. Fuck. I wanted to lick every inch of skin on her tight little body.

"I can tell you what I'm thinking about you right now," I breathed, leaned down and kissed the adorable tip of her nose.

"Yeah?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes sparkling, the wonder and the green there making me think of Neverland.

"If we weren't expecting visitors, I'd take you in my arms, carry you back to our room...."

"And?" she asked, wrapping her arms around me, licking her lips and then smiling when she saw me following its path.

"I'd tear these stupid coveralls off of you and lick every single bead of sweat off of this hot body and make you moan, make you beg for me to...." I was cut off mid-filth as the little chime sounded, saying more bodies were entering the Hot Box.

Alex and I had just enough time to break our hold on each other and straighten up as the hydraulic doors flew open.

Two new techs I hadn't met yet came down and saluted. I wasn't a commissioned officer, so I didn't feel they had to salute or call me sir, but I was senior petty officer and tasked with overseeing this critical operation. So I saluted back.

It was a man and a woman, Petty Officer Jason Perry and Petty Officer Sandra Wiggums. I was to give them a tour and a brief run-down, and make sure they knew what they were allowed to touch and what they shouldn't without my supervision.

After slogging through a lot of the same shit I had just covered with Alex, I dismissed Wiggums and Perry, leaving just me and my girl again. As soon as the doors came back together, I felt Alex's arms around my waist, her hands flat on my stomach.

"Now what was that about what you want to do to me?" she purred, her face against my back.

I crouched down and grabbed her ass from behind and told her, "Hop on!"

With a giggle and a kiss to the shell of my ear, I leapt up with her on my back, and headed to the door. My usual double-check also ensured we wouldn't be caught in such a childlike position. It was something we had done numerous times as friends, even in public, but this was a station we had both been assigned to, and this kind of fraternization while on duty would be unacceptable. What I was about to do to Alex was also going to be beyond unacceptable.

I had just gotten to our room, with Alex hitting the button to open the door and being able to sneak inside, when I saw the black boot of a tech coming around the corner.

The door slid closed behind us and I deposited Alex to her feet when there was a knock on our door.

It didn't stop her from aggressively pulling the snap-closure front of my coveralls wide open and pulling the annoying full-body garment from my shoulders and down my arms.

"Givens?" It was Perry. "What time should Wiggums and I start evening shift?" he asked as Alex pulled my suit down to my ankles and pulled down the front of my underwear, freeing my half-hard cock. For the second time in the day, she was wrapping her lips around my length, not seeming to care all about the sweat. When Alex wanted dick, she wanted it.

"Let's say 2000!" I called through the door as Alex started to suck my cock deep into her mouth. She was trying to stay quiet as she blew me while a new team member talked to me, but I had to be damn sure we weren't overheard.

"2000 confirmed!" Perry said and walked away, his footfalls louder than the sounds Alex was making with her mouth full.

I pulled Alex off my cock, and she added a loud *pop* for flourish, knowing she was purposefully putting me on edge.

"Lex, what the fuck? What part of no unnecessary risks are you dropping?"

She just smirked that tomboy cocky smirk. "There was so little risk, John. I was being quiet, Perry was on the other side of the door, and your foghorn of a voice masked any sound I could have made. I was just having a bit of fun," she drawled, her hand lazily stroking my cock.

"If we're going to do this, can you please not do that? We're being stupid enough giving this a shot without you taking chances." I was a little groused, yeah, but we had just started this game and it was too damn early for us to be complacent and show off.

"If we're going to do this, John, you need to trust that I know what I'm doing too, and to have fun like me," she said softly, using both hands to stroke and wring my dick.

"Have fun like you?" I asked, and then reached my hands out to grab the front of her coveralls and yanked it apart like she had to mine. I was wrong about her wearing the brown uniform shirt under it; instead it was just a padded black bra. It hid the piercings better than just the shirt, but I bet it made things sweatier and at least a little more uncomfortable.

"Oh, here we go," she said delightedly with a big smile. "Let the anger flow through you," she teased as I forcefully pulled her work uniform down over her biscuit butt. I would never get over her toned but bite-sized physique.

I did what I had been thinking about for too damn long, and attacked her with my mouth, licking her all over like a melting ice cream cone, collecting all of her sweat on my tongue that I could, not wanting a drop to go unchecked.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but a throaty, guttural moan escaped instead as I sucked on her collarbone, making her squirm.

Any time I thought I might be in the driver's seat, or that I might have her where I wanted her, she always moved her chess piece forward. She did it again by reaching behind her back and undoing her own bra, tossing it away. "Suck the sweat off my tits, John. Lick my nipples, please!"

I did as my girl asked, and I attached my lips to her bud, my tongue lashing at her soft brown nipple and flicking over the tiny metal bar and studs of her piercing.

As she moaned and pushed her chest out to my hungry mouth, I switched to her other round breast and gave it the same treatment.

"Fuck that feels good," Alex moaned, dragging her short fingernails over my scalp, making the hair on my forearms stand up. I increased my range, laving my tongue over more of her breast area, drinking up more of her salty sweat and her own unique taste.

"Take your panties off and lay on a bed," I ordered, and Lexi growled with a very pleased smile on her lips. She pulled the soaked panties down, and I hoped it was a mix of sweat and her arousal.

She strutted the short distance to a bed and laid down on her chest, crossing her feet at the ankles. "Like this, John?"

"That works," I said with a nod, stripping out of my own clothes. I also couldn't help but notice that the teasing minx still had her boots on. What the image she was; Alex with toned, sun-kissed skin right down to her black shiny boots. She looked like a center fold, and I couldn't wait to devour her.

I quickly made work of those boots, leaving her in her birthday suit, and I licked and sucked her toes on both feet, and then up the soles, making her giggle.

"John Givens, I never had you figured for a foot man," she laughed, and I moved on because I was tickling her.

"Only yours. I love all of your body," I said softly as I kissed and licked up her ankles and calves.

"Planning to worship all of me then, PO Givens?" she asked, looking at me over her shoulder, her hair obscuring half her face, making her look so damn sultry.

"Every inch, Covington," I growled as I nipped at the back of her knee, making her squeal and kick, almost hitting me but I dodged it. I used the little jerk reaction as a reason to pull her legs tight together and forcefully hold her down. It didn't take me long to learn Alex likes it a little rough. I wasn't shocked by that info, either.

"Lay still," I said dangerously as I kissed up her muscled thighs, massaging her ass before I got there to kiss her juicy buns and lick the sweat from between her crack.

"John," she gasped as I pulled her ass apart. "John!" she squeaked as I speared my tongue deep between her peaches and licked her asshole. "Oh my God!" she sighed as I kept licking, running my tongue forward and back, around her little rosebud. "Oh fuck!" she moaned and grabbed the end of the bed.

I kissed and licked my way up the curve of her back and nuzzled her ear as I used my knee to push her legs apart. "I'm going to fuck you good and hard again, Alex, if that's what you want," I gave her the choice to choose the pace as I used my thumb to apply pressure on her little asshole.

Alex wiggled her hips, running her pussy up and down my cock, sandwiching it between her lips. "That's exactly what I want. And if I get my commission when I reenlist, I'll be *ordering you* to fuck me good," she teased, finally letting me push into her heat.

"God, just as good as the first time!" I grunted, and Alex relaxed enough that I managed to push the tip of my thumb past her tight sphincter, making her moan as I started to move inside of her, grinding my hips against the small of her ass, of her upper thighs.

"Like that, John, good and deep!" Alex said encouragingly, pressing her darling face into the mattress as I started to fuck her harder and faster, and soon the bed was rocking fully and Alex was biting a pillow as I fucked her holes, pressed on the center of her back, keeping her down, owning her.

Alex was all groans and moans as I fucked my lioness, stopping her from fucking me back like I knew she usually would, but right now I felt like I needed to do this, like I needed to put my all into her and let her just have it.

It didn't take much of my double-entranced assault for my dream girl, my secret crush, to be writhing and squirming under me, her hands pulling at the sheets as she came undone underneath me.

Her tight pussy squeezed me, milked me, felt like it was trying to push me out of her, but I wouldn't let it until I felt my own climax building.

I reluctantly pulled out of Alex's life-changing warmth, slipped my thumb from her ass and managed to get just my tip in. I released my hold on her back and started to furiously jack myself off. "Your ass," I panted, "Can I cum *in* your ass?"

"What?" she asked first, clearly caught off guard. "Yes!" she corrected when she caught up. "Do it! Cum in my stretched out ass, John!"

Her reply came just in time, because as I received her answer I was cumming in jerky, barely controllable motions; lances of jizz shooting into her warmed up hole, onto her spread-out ass crack, and on the rise of her cheeks.

"Fuck," she purred, stretching and making grabby hands like she was trying to get felling back in her body. "That was damned good," Alex sighed and ran fingers through her hair, shaking it out. "First time a guy's ever had cum in my ass," she giggled.

"Glad I could be your first," I joked.

She looked over her shoulder at me again, and her voice came out serious when she said, "I regret that you weren't all of my firsts."

I stopped, my heart pounding at the weight of those words. "Alex...."

"I should shower. Don't want to stay in a vulnerable position too long and give you anxiety over getting caught," she said with a smile and a wink, changing the subject so fast my head spun.

I was still on it, though. How could I not be? She just pretty much told me she wished she didn't waste time with any other guys, that she wished I had taken her... fuck.

My thoughts finally were broken by the telltale sound of an email ping. Reluctantly, I left the bed and hopped over to my computer and saw a message from the captain, but it was addressed to the whole crew. A schedule of simulated firing range and drill time was to be coming out to prepare us in case of hostile action during our time in The Between.

A science ship/run like this usually wouldn't go near the Between, but we had orders to test our ability to stay off scanners in a real scenario that wasn't a full war zone, or in a zone that could start an actual war.

As I thought of stories I'd heard from other sailors about the Between, I started to worry about my girl. I reminded myself that we had cannons and Marines on board for a reason. This ship was too valuable for this to just be a suicide mission. It was still enough for me to hold her a little tighter after our last inspection round before the night crew of techs took over for a few hours.