Remnants of the Earth
SPACE STATIONS => The Cancer => Topic started by: Lion on March 03, 2015, 07:00:10 pm
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Ahh!
It felt so good to finally breathe unfiltered air. He didn’t know how long it’d been since the last time he’d been ‘outside’ in the real world, but all that mattered was that it was here and it was his. He’d made it, he was out of that blasted facility. The only thing that would’ve made it sweeter were if it had blown up or suffered some crippling accident in the process. But Cal took his hand where he could.
Fugitives could only afford to be so picky.
Despite his current setting, Cal wasn’t dumb enough yet to think he was home free. He’d only been here a day and already he was sick of ducking his head down. He had to find a way to get off this space station and fast. But with nothing more than the clothes on his back and the credits he’d managed to pickpocket and the cellphone he tucked away, he didn’t have much in the way of offering payment for a ride.
Much less even knew where he wanted to go. Well, he supposed anywhere as far away from TRIM was good enough for him. And if someone asked, Aedolis. Because hey, why not!? Maybe, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to head back to the old stomping ground, see if any of his old contacts were still around…
Calixte vanished easily through the crowd. The docking bays were sprawled all over the space station, no reason guards had to be everywhere at once. The best thing to do was to just play it cool. Going haywire wasn’t going to do him any good. And the last thing he wanted was to end up from once cell right back into another.
But when he saw two “Reds” walking behind him, seemingly in his general direction, Cal turned around into Docking Bay 1435. The very thought sent the hackles standing on end on the back of his neck. Were they following him? He couldn’t tell. Just when he looked over his shoulder, his body collided with a dock worker, knocking him over.
“Watch where you’re going, scum mucker!” she spat, climbing to her feet.
Fuck! If anything was going to get the Reds’ attention, that sure was!
Cal wasted no time apologizing and moved around stacks of cargo, caches and crates, and took a hat from someone’s head that was busy jotting something over a clipboard and a leather jacket left hanging beside a work station and flung it over his shoulders. He leaned over another man’s shoulder, feeling the Reds coming closer to where he was.
He looked at the corner of his eye and saw the two of them conversing with a dock manager, and one pointed off in his direction. Fuuuuuuck….. Calixte threw the collar of the jacket up, to partly conceal his face and walked cooly up the ramp of the ship nearest him. The two Reds called after him, barking a sharp, “Hey you!”
But he didn’t hear them. OBVIOUSLY! Got important crew business to get to! As soon as he was on board, Cal scrambled off to the side, banking right and thankfully finding the ship largely empty…or so he assumed…and ran off down the corridor. When he found the cargo hold, he scrambled left and threw himself behind a set of crates, hearing boots boarding the ship.
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Little did Calixte know, those boots belonged not to a Red, but to Jericho Fox, infamous pirate captain of the high...skies? Yeah, sure, that worked.
Luckily for Calixte, Jericho hadn't actually seen him board. She had a large pizza box in her biomechanical hand, her cell phone in the other, and a slice of pizza (mushrooms and sausage, extra cheese) hanging from her mouth. She was the very picture of class, all right, all that juxtaposed with her casual suit jacket, worn open, her lazy tie, and black skinny jeans, her long hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Whenever she came to the Cancer, you're goddamned right she took advantage of the food! She got sick of protein bars and instant coffee.
One of the Reds was yelling something at her as she boarded, and she cast a lazy glance back at him and gave him a way. "Cawm yo tith, ahm goinf," she said without listening, because she knew what had their panties all in a twist; she'd docked overnight and was supposed to checkout five minutes ago. Anal bastards. Jeez.
She slapped a panel on the wall, and the gangplank drew back into the ship and the door slid shut, drowning out the noise. She pocketed her cell phone once she had the coordinates to her drop off point, and headed for the bridge. Once she dumped her pizza box in her chair, she paused, chewing on the crust of her current slice. Hmm. Maybe she should double check her inventory before she left, juuust in case.
Finishing up her slice, she grabbed another piece of pizza for the trip and headed for the cargo bay. And once she was inside, she started to count the crates and boxes piled up inside.
And she came to a stop right near the boxes Calixte was hiding behind, and started to count them, not yet seeing him--though from where he was, he no doubt had a good view of the guns she kept holstered, one on each thigh.
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[*snort* I thought you meant her other guns. Y'know...boobs *snort* |8]
Calixte could see guns all right and if he weren't holding his breath, he likely would have been right then and there. Those were some damn fine pistols. He hadn't seen a set like those in years, much less handled a pair like that. He'd like to get his hands on those. And in fact, that's just what he decided to do. The owner likely wouldn't miss one, when they had the other right? Sure! Sharing was caring after all.
Cal peered upward from his brow ridge, looking up at a stick-like figure and slowly reached out to pull a gun from one of the holsters. He had a kitten's touch really. If it weren't for the sudden electrostatic discharge that zapped through the metal and onto Jericho's leg, he likely could have taken the pen without notice. The jolt was a strong one and Cal gasped before slamming a hand over his mouth to keep it shut.
But he sprung up, rather than hoping she didn't notice he was hanging around with his hands at her legs. He spun around her quickly and held one hand over the stick-figure's mouth and another around the arms to keep them at bay.
He inhaled abruptly and looked at an ear from the corner of his eye. "Hey...you smell really good! What are you wearing? Is that pizza? You got any left?" he whispered.
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[PEW PEW PEW! xDDDDD It makes Cal's "he hadn't handled a pair like that" deal 10x more hilarious.]
"Ow!" Jericho's yelp was muffled around a bite of pizza as a jolt of static shocked her. She hopped back from the crates out of reflex--
Right as a motherfucking dude sprang up from the shadows and grabbed her.
She went rigid from surprise at first, body tensing up and heart just about bursting from her chest, but despite her shock, she maintained a tight grip on her pizza slice with her arms pinned at her sides. Funny she should care about her pizza when this could be a life or death situation! There were people out there that wanted to murder her! He could be one!
For a moment, she was quiet as he spoke in her ear. Partially because his hand was over her mouth, and partially because she was still chewing pizza. She chewed her bite slowly, swallowed it down--
And suddenly chomped down hard on his hand right as she lifted her foot and slammed her heel down on his toes.
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Calixte yowled! Like a cartoon character that accidently stepped on a rake or stepped on some hot coals. He reeled backwards when she bit his hand and stepped on his foot. However, he forced the pain from his mind and lunged for her pizza-wielding hand. "Give me that! I haven't eaten in days! I'm starving mad!" he growled.
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"What the fuck?! NO!" Jericho yelled as she threw her arm up just as he lunged, so he grabbed empty air.
And then she clamped her teeth down on the crust to hold the pizza in her mouth, which freed her hands up so she could draw her pistols and aim both of them at the crazy homeless dude that had somehow gotten on her ship! She pulled back the hammers with an audible click and widened her stance.
"Ethlain yoseth!"
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She could do nothing short of launching him into the vacuum of space to keep him from getting that pizza. Except maybe point those guns at him. And when he heard that click, he charged his hands with electric bolts and zapped them at her hands. One, two, then a third just for good measure.
And he lunged for her again. Cal stumbled forward, hands trying to keep her at by while his teeth latched onto one end of the pizza and desperately began to yank on it like a dog with a chew toy.
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With a muffled curse, Jericho dropped her guns, her fingers tingling painfully--
And then Crazy Dude was IN HER FACE. Literally in her face with a slice of pizza between their mouths like some twisted version of some sappy cartoon animal story. Where one of the fluffy animals was rabid.
Whatthefuck??
She jumped back, and the pizza ripped between them with him getting the larger chunk, and she spat the rest at him when her back hit the corner of a crate hard. "Holy SHIT, dude! Are you--are you a zombie? Am I gonna get your shit? Oh, fuck, I bit you!"
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When he got his share - and what a share it was! - he ate at it hungrily. He didn't have much in the way of manners and was swallowing down the pizza when she spoke. "What? Hell no! You're nuts, y'know that. I told you I was hungry! Hungry! For food! Real food. Pizza Foooood! I'm literally starving! You see these abs? They shouldn't be that thin! I don't mean like I want to be fat or anything. But this is literally the best pizza I've ever had. Ya got any more?"
He knew he was rambling, but he was hoping she'd focus more on the last thing he said than anything else.
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Jericho rubbed her flesh hand with her biomechanical one, her fingers still tingling with pins and needles. She stared at him, and her back ached where the crate corner had bruised her, but she stayed where she was and tried to process what he was saying.
Er...seriously?
"...You snuck on my fucking ship for pizza? Is that what I'm hearing right now?"
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"Pizza? Well, no. I was kinda running from the Red-shirts that were following me," he said and gave her a toothy grin. There was a sudden banging on the hatch door and pissed off voices on the other side. "That'll be them probably. So about that pizza." He didn't bother waiting for an answer and walked around into the corridor, following his nose like a dog on the trail.
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"Red Shirts? What the--what the fuck?! You fucking brought them here?!"
And then came the banging at the door, and Jericho's heart leaped. Shiiiit! While she knew the Reds really wouldn't care about what cargo she was carrying, so long as it wasn't a threat to the station, there was corruption within the Reds, just the same as there was corruption anywhere else on the Cancer, and any Red might take her in just to collect the bounty if they'd seen it!
Raking both hands through her hair and tugging it in frustration, she then realized the guy was gone--and startled.
Oh hell no.
"Don't you touch that pizza!" she shouted as she raced down the corridor after him. "It was fucking expensive! You know how much they charge for real food?! You keep your grubby mitts away from it or I swear I WILL shoot your ass!"
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"Oh don't over react! It's not like I held a sign up and said, hey come storm this ship, it's got delicious pizza! Speaking of which, don't bogart the pizza honey, it ain't attractive." Despite the threat of being shot - in the ass no less - Calixte immediately snatched a slice and slumped down one of the pilot seats of her ship.
"I haven't eat in days! C'mon! You can't be that stingy, besides, I did show you my abs? I mean, have you seen a finer specimen? I think not! If you wanna shot me in the ass, the least you could do was let me have dinner first. Then we can get to the spanking. Getting shot sure beats gettin' prodded by needles all day!"
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"ARGH!" He was eating her pizza! And sitting in her chair! HER chair! Rushing into the room, Jericho snatched the pizza box up and held it out of his reach (because, you know, she had her priorities straight), and then reached into an overhead compartment with her free hand and grabbed a handful of something.
Which turned out to be nutrition bars. Which she promptly threw at the man.
"You're hungry? Eat those! But this pizza? It's mine. All mine. Except for that slice. You can have that. But that's it, you hear me? Also you can get your ass right out of that chair and off my ship before I--wait. Needles? What the fuck?"
The banging at the hatch door grew louder, more angry, and muffled shouts could be heard from the other side. Though Jericho couldn't make them out well, she thought it sounded suspiciously like, "Open up, or we'll pry it open!"
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Oh one slice of pizza, she was remarkably generous! He hoped this ship was big enough for her massive head, lest she bump into something and deflate herself! Calixte inwardly scoffed but continued to bite at the slice of pizza oh so casually. No reason he couldn't take his time and enjoy it. It was the only bit of good food he'd had since, well...ah he already'd been over this.
Cal glanced at the nutrition bars. "Hm, chocolate. That'll do," he said and pocketed a few into the trousers that he'd stolen. No reason he couldn't have a change of clothes after escaping. Besides this jacket fit him like a dream! He continued to eat casually even as the Red Shirts began to bang on the door in ever growing fury.
He looked down the corridor from the cockpit where he'd so nonchalantly walked on and immediately turned to her. "Look, you can't open that door. You let them in here we're both dead!" he said and swallowed a bite of pizza. "You just get in that other chair over there and hit the throttle! We'd be out of here like two beans out of the ass end of Neptune, yeah? Yeah! Name's Cal!"
"You don't open this door in the next ten seconds cutting through the hull!" came another muffled shout. This time even Calixte knew they meant business and it wasn't going to be long before they followed through on that promise.
In a moment of eyeopening fear, Cal shot his hand out to grab her wrists, eyes actually pleading with her. And boy could he pull off one hell of a puppy-dog face.
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As much as Jericho hated to admit it--because gods, how she hated being wrong!--this guy, Cal, was right. She opened that door, the Reds would come pouring in like ants and her ass would be grass. Probably.
And now they were threatening to hack apart her baby?! Oh hell no.
She met Cal's eyes, though pathetic kicked puppy eyes, her lips drawn into a thin line as she glowered down at him and wondered how possible it was to toss him out and shut the hatch before she gunned it. Not possible at all, but a girl could dream! She didn't much like the idea of taking people on, much less a random dude with weird abilities! She was a lone wolf! And what if he tried commandeering her ship?
There was a sudden, loud buzzing sound outside.
...Time was up!
"Shiiiit!" she groaned, before she yanked her hands free and practically flew into the other seat--the co-pilot's chair that never actually held another body--and let the pizza box fall into her lap. With a few flipped switches and a push of the throttle, the ship roared to life and she gunned it.
There were some muffled shouts and angry yells, but the Renegade Riot was already on a roll. Angry lights flashed as she zipped through the station, nearly clipping another ship and cutting off several others before, with a burst, they were out in open space and the station was a big hunk of metal swiftly shrinking into a silver dot.
With a relieved sigh, Jericho sat back in her seat and took a breather.
And once she'd taken that breather, she slowly turned her head to look at Cal, green eyes blazing.
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A buzz saw, really? He would’ve thought a plasma cutter would have been a better way to go. Calixte was no mechanic, but he was pretty sure most places weren’t nearly as up to date on their cutting tech as the TRIM facility was. Oh, look at me, he thought, Getting uppity now are we?
Calixte was sweating bullets. And he honestly thought the odd woman had half a mind to throw him off his ship – and he’d be an idiot if he thought she really wouldn’t get rid of him later on – but he was sure his charm would grow on her. He braced himself, and suddenly the ship blast off –literally! Thank gods he held his pizza in his teeth!
He whooped with great exuberance! And howled in the air like a wolf, tearing the pizza from his teeth and swallowing down the bite without even chewing. And at Jericho’s glare, Cal smiled.
He stood up and gestured to the seat he’d so graciously taken from her. “Thanks, they really would’ve had your ass for sure.” The pizza was held gingerly in one hand, as he put a hand in his pocket, and held the crust like a cigar. “I guess I should probably tell you now that they’re gonna come after us. Even if we’re already in open space. Guys like that probably already have starships in orbit, guns ready to blaze. But we have a few seconds ahead of them. Hm, if they realize the good money in it, they might even hunt us to the very edge of the galaxy.”
He snorted a laugh and gestured to her chair. “Your seat. Captain,” he grinned and took a bite from the crust and walked casually down the corridor of the Riot.
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"Hey now! Just back the hell up!" Jericho snapped, and leaped to her feet.
Hunt them to the very edge of the galaxy?! Now, Jericho was a criminal, but she wasn't that big of a name! She was "get chased by bounty hunters for several light years" infamous, not "get hunted by government officials forever 'til the end of the galaxy" infamous. And she was fine with that! It was just the right amount of adventure and danger without being obnoxious.
So if she was going to get chased that doggedly, it wouldn't be because if her drugs.
She was smart enough to connect the dots there.
It didn't take long for her to catch up, and when she did, she grabbed him by the back of his shirt with her biomechanical arm and spun him, slamming him up against the hallway wall. "Stop. Just stop. I want some goddamned explanations and I want them now! Who the hell are you?"
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Okay so Cal really should've been expecting that, he thought. He put his hands up in a show of innocence as she slammed him back against the side of the corridor. He could feel the magnetism just itching beneath his skin at the contact of the metal and he smiled wide-eyed at her. "Hey! Easy now!" he hissed, feeling a bolt poking through his shoulderblade. That was going to bruise in the morning.
"Now just give me some room to breathe here, geeze!" he coughed and dusted himself off. "I told you the last part already, Captain. My name is Cal. Short for Calixte. Look, I'm not trying to get you into any trouble, but sometimes things just turn out that way, y'know? That's life! Shit happens and sometimes there ain't nothing you can do about it!"
He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "Besides, there's no telling just what they'd do to me if they catch us. Not to mention what they'd do to you. TRIM gets all butt hurt when they find out about missing property. Missing as in escaped. And property as in yours truly." And he grinned charmingly and pointed both thumbs to himself.
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Jericho's eyes went wide and for a long moment she forgot to breathe as his words settled in her brain like a heavy, crushing weight that would surely become a headache later. Missing property? TRIM?! ESCAPED?!
There was illegal activity and criminal activity and as a proud pirate, she happily participated in both! Then there was just plain stupid and suicidal, and thiiiiis fell into that range LIKE WHOA. Only the very idiotic would tangle with the likes of TRIM. That wasn't cowardice, that was a fact! And if they caught her, she'd be on the dissection table right alongside Cal!
When she could breathe again, she let her breath out in a whoosh and roughly released him, taking a large step back from him even though her eyes never left his.
"You're a fucking TRIM escapee?" she said, as though needing to say it out loud so it sank in. How could he be so nonchalant?! "...Holy sweet gods. Are you serious right now? Oh fuck. HOW the fuck did--? Ohhh fuuuck..."
She ran both hands through her hair and tugged at it again as she began to pace, still processing this and what it meant for her. He was a TRIM escapee and now she was harboring him! She was harboring him and people knew! Worse yet, she couldn't just turn him in! That would be the smart thing to do, but goddammit, she knew what TRIM did and she wasn't about to condemn someone to that. She couldn't live with herself if she did! She was a criminal, but she had honor!
Cupping her face in her hand, she drew in a deep breath.
"Count yourself lucky you slipped on my ship, then," she finally said from behind her hand. "Anyone else would turn you in."
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Oh he knew she couldn't resist his charm. He grinned at her despite her panic and he saved his hands as if magically washing away her fear. "Don't worry, they're probably just barely figuring out I'm gone! They won't find me. And those Red shirts likely didn't even know I was from TRIM. If they come knocking, I'll whoop their asses. It'll be great."
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Jericho looked at Cal from over her fingers, lifting an eyebrow and looking him over thoughtfully. Her gut reaction was to scoff and tell him he was crazy, and no doubt he was, but...
It also wasn't just anyone that could pull off a successful escape from TRIM. That just wasn't done. Surely there was a reason he was so confident--aside from madness.
Letting her arm drop, Jericho rolled her shoulders and clasped her hands behind her back. "Right, well, in the meantime let's ensure we don't wind up in a position where that's necessary. Which leads me to this! You gonna stay on my ship? You live by my rules or it's out the airlock with you! So! Rule number one is obey my rules! And me! Got it? Second of all, I need to know what you were in TRIM for. I know you can do that zappy thing, so what is it? Psionics or magic?"
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Geeze! You take a girl's pizza and suddenly she was so pushy! Besides, shouldn't there be a little mystery between them? It certainly made things more attractive, mechanical nut crusher or not. Calixte rolled his eyes but stopped midway as he peered at the seriousness of her expression. "Done! Done! All of it done! I mean, who knew hitching a ride was this easy. Well, sorta. I mean, I did sort've volunteer to be your crew now. But! Oh...er, we'll get to that."
He ran a hand through his luscious locks. He often considered his hair to be one of his best features, and it certainly got plenty dry when he was a guinea pig.
"Well, if you really need to know, I guess there ain't no dancin' around it. I'm a smuggler, or I was. I don't remember much of what happened after someone apparently decided I was trash. I guess I was sold to TRIM - for a nice price I might add. Not too many psychics that can manipulate electromagnetic fields. Needed a security system knocked out? Or Cameras to suddenly short out? Done. But my abilities ain't been as good since they started all their little tricks and games. Fucking cunts."
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"Psionics, then! Ah, shit."
Once again, Jericho massaged at her temples as her mind raced. "You're a smuggler, and that's great! I mean that sincerely, smuggling is kinda my bag. That's useful! Smugglers unite, yay! But you're a psychic. That's not so great. I need you to not use your psionics while you're on my ship, you got it? In fact, I need you to not use them while you're anywhere in my vicinity. Aedolis, those fucking creeps, they've got that thing of theirs so they can hunt psychics and all, so just. Don't. Do it. Let's not attract unwanted attention here."
She paused to lean in close to him, her bionic arm out and bracing against the wall beside his head. "Is that agreeable? I'll remind you of the airlock now."
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The closeness was a harsh reminder of how long he hadn't been laid! And he had to take a breath to keep his cool. He grinned slyly to her, and gave a salute. "Aye, we're eye-to-eye. Captain," he said with a resolute nod.
He leaned in closer to her. "But on the off chance you change your mind, just what kind've attention do you want to attract?"
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"The kind of attention that doesn't involve Pilots chafing our asses," Jericho stated flatly, unfazed--or maybe just not catching the meaning behind his slyness. She backed off and scratched the side of her nose with a metal finger.
"And the sort of attention that leads to a fun and thrilling adventure with laughs all around and just enough peril to give us a rush, where we shoot some deathbots, save and subsequently ransom some alien royalty for enough to make us filthy rich, and take a vacation on a resort planet getting drunk on floofy drinks. Now that is good attention. Get me some of that."
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Oh, gods in his pants, had he died and gone to smuggler paradise? Now this was his kind of woman! He needed a drink, and he knew just the place to get it. "Let's head to Aedolis. Let's go to MOOCHIE's. It's this rad bar in Haviah. I know the owner! We go way back. Maybe we can even find some work there and you can have all the ass chafing you want. Well, of the Captain variety that is."
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"Uhhh, are you NUTS? You just said you've got psionics and you wanna go to AEDOLIS?! Like, psychic's paradise, home to psychic freakin' dragons and psychic super soldier peoples?! What is wrong with you?!"
Jericho had grabbed his shoulders as she spoke to give him a good shake as she spoke, unable to believe what she was hearing! "No wonder you were some guinea pig! You've got no brains!"
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"HEY! I've got brains! Plenty of 'em! And damn good ones too until I botched a job and someone got sick of me. But some people have no taste for second chances. And I know the streets of Haviah, it's really the only place that feels like home! And if you don't like that, well, fuckin' dandy, but I know it. And if we did go, we could lay low and make some real money."
He sniffed at her, wiping his nose like a child and wiping it on his shirt. "I need a drink. You got any smokes too?"
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Reaching into her jacket pocket, Jericho pulled a box of cigarettes from it and offered it out to him. She might be reluctant to share her pizza, because fuck she loved pizza, but the guy had been a guinea pig so she supposed she sympathized enough to relent on this. Besides, she was a casual smoker rather than an addict; she didn't need the cigs, but they were there if she felt like it.
She tossed the lighter to him. "There. Take a few puffs, calm that brain, and then think about what you're saying. You're saying you know how to get through Aedolian customs without getting outed as a psychic? Look, I ask 'cause I've never been there, alright. I've just heard they're tough as shit and read minds and whatnot, and if you're psychic they'll kidnap you or whatever. Not that I have anything to worry about in that regard! Just...you know...you do."
She cleared her throat and shifted awkwardly.
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Oh, it was sweet of her worry. They'd only just met and Calixte already knew they'd get along fabulously. Striking the lighter and igniting the smoke did wonders to calm his nerves and the smoke billowing out into the corridor was enough of a nostalgic reminder to make him weep. Thankfully he had enough control over his nerves to just enjoy the smoke.
"Well, I didn't say it was easy!" he said. "You just can't think psychic thoughts. Mind-thieves, all of 'em. It ain't an exact science, say, Just think. Pizza. Yeah, pizza. With those delicious pepperonis, and sausages, and what not!"
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"I do fucking love pizza," Jericho said while rubbing her chin with her metal fingers, as though that alone could sway her into a crazy decision like that. "Real pizza. The Cancer crap is good in a pinch, but I'm pretty sure they use rat as a meat substitute. I really want some real pig, you know?"
She cocked her head and narrowed her eyes at Calixte, lips pursed. "It's a neat idea. Aside from the dragons and psychics, it seems like a hip place, one big den of iniquity and all that. But then there's the part where you fucked up and got caught and TRIM'd. I dunno how I feel about trusting a guy that got TRIM'd not to epically fuck up again. I like my brain how it is just fine."
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At that, Cal bristled defensively. "Hey! I didn't fuck up. Someone fucked up. Royally. But it wasn't me! I was damn good at what I did! Damn good! So good, your eye balls would turn round inside out and do a little dance! I was positively orgasmic. I'd like to say I still am."
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Jericho's expression was flat. She slowly arched an eyebrow. "Uh huh."
Pushing off from the wall, she lifted her shoulders in a shrug and gave him a wave for him to follow her as she headed down the hall. "Maybe let's wait until I'm liquored up before we make any intelligent decisions here. C'mon, I store all the goodies in the 'kitchen' this way. I should have some beer left over somewhere." Shitty beer she'd ended up hating, so she didn't mind sharing!
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At the invitation of being offered something to drink, Calixte forgot his momentary backlash and grinned, following Jericho down the corridor toward the mess area. And boy was it messy. She wasn't really keen on keeping house was she?
"Thank god-balls you have a crew now. This place is a fucking mess. I'll get to it later on," he mumbled something about ratshit, but left it at that before finding the beer. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeer! Even if it was piss water, it was better than drinking his own piss! Not that he'd ever done that before. No, that would be too gross even for him.
He smiled with satisfaction at hearing the crisp click of the beer snap open. And tasting it, he just made a loud obnoxious 'ahhhhh'.
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Jericho rolled her eyes so far back she was sure she saw her brains when he had the audacity to complain about the mess. And it was indeed messy and cluttered--but it wasn't dirty! Well. Not very.
"It's not messy, it's comfortable," she said. "Lived in. It's my bachelor pad, okay? Everything's exactly where I want it."
She snatched up a beer of her own and cracked it open, about to take a sip--but then he went and did the thing. And she inwardly cringed and side-eyed him, scowling.
There was a reason she lived alone. Hopefully he wasn't a whistler, too. She might actually shoot him.
She took a sip of beer, pointedly refraining from doing the obnoxious satisfied sound thing. Instead she pulled out a chair and flopped into it, resting her elbows on the crumb-covered table. "Been a while since you've had booze, eh?"
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One thing Calixte was not going to do was complain about the first real offer of beer he'd gotten since getting off the proverbial boat. TRIM did it's best - which wasn't worth spit if he had anything to say about it - to try and make life 'comfortable' for their subjects. Comfortable as in they were still alive, and try as in not very. Cal couldn't remember the last time he'd had a decent shot of booze.
Even if it was pisswater. So what? There was something glowingly glorious in sharing a drink with a companion.
He stared down at the can and just smiled, grin boyish and filled with an expression of home. Or as comfortable and as close to home as being on a ship could be. "It feels like years," he said. "I think it has been. Honestly, when you're hooked up and all those monotonous tests all the time, you lose a lot of sense of time. Maybe it really is a man-made creation, but sometimes it helps to keep track. It sometimes keeps ya grounded; makes you still feel somewhat human."
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Jericho's expression actually softened at that, annoyance fading away to be replaced by a sense of...well, pity. She'd been so busy freaking out over the stowaway, feeling overprotective of her pizza,and panicking that TRIM would surely be after them that the whole part where he had been an experiment hadn't sank in fully yet.
It was his expression, so happy over some simply, shitty beer, and his words that drove it home. Part of her felt a little shitty for how she'd treated him so far, but the other side felt pretty damned justified. Huh. Well. Still wasn't her problem, she told herself as she set her beer down and tapped her fingers along her bionic arm. Sucked for him.
"I'm surprised you're as sane as you are, to be honest," she said, lips pursed. There. A little sympathy. She could do sympathy. "Hrm. Maybe you're not so bad to have around. I've heard TRIM is inescapable, so you must have some fucking crazy luck."
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Oh, there was no doubt in Calixte's mind that TRIM would somehow send someone or something after them to try and quickly collect their asset. It was just as likely they'd want to keep such news underwraps for as long as possible. Investors and proprietors would be pulling out faster than a two-bit gigolo at climax if they found out TRIM security wasn't as infallible as everyone knew it to be. It was a thought he felt was best left in the back of his mind since it would kill the mood of him finding an actual safe haven since slipping out. He just wanted to have a good time. Stupid TRIM and their stupid killjoys.
"I've been told I'm half-decent company. I think that's a compliment right?" he asked, snickering at the thought and taking another long swig from the beer. Boy it was pisswater, but it was the best pisswater he'd had in a long time. "I'm afraid, however, I can't answer that question about being a two-bit loon," he said.
"But, I will however take 'crazy luck' as a compliment," he grinned at her and raised his beer. "What about this ship? What do ya call this hunk of metal? Oh, and I mean that with the utmost respect. So far I'm diggin' it."
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[Dead forever at the gigolo comment. xDDDD]
"Hunk of metal? This bad boy's the Renegade Riot!" Jericho said. "And I'll pretend you didn't call him a hunk of metal. Rude. He's more than just metal. He's heart and soul and, you know, the only thing keeping your ass alive out here in the black. Best respect the ship."
She leaned down and pat the floor with her metal hand. "There there, he didn't mean anything by it, sweetie. So don't have any of your fits."
And then, sitting back up, she leveled a look at Calixte. "You apologize, too."
As much as she'd never admit it, Jericho was quite the superstitious soul.
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When he saw her pat her ship, he was having a hard time keeping his grin under wraps. Seemed he wasn't the only one touched in the head. Then again being locked inside a box with no one to play with but yourself could make anyone crazy. Ahem, play by yourself.
"Oh it certainly was a compliment. I really like what you've done with the place! When I say Hunk of Metal. I mean HUNK OF METAL." And Cal flexed his biceps and chest in those bodybuilder poses he knew so well.
"Tough as nails and will pull ya though fire," he beamed. "Only ships I've ever piloted were junk jets either stolen or pieced together."
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"Ohhhhh, so you mean he's METAL," Jericho said, and whipped out the ol' air guitar and strummed off an imaginary riff.
"In that case...mm, apology accepted. Because you're right. Ol' Riot here's a BEAST. Pull you through fire is right, he's done literally that. Several times."
She watched him flex, lips quirking into a lopsided smirk, and leaned her elbows on the table with her chin propped on her hands. Speaking of hunks of metal, he wasn't so bad himself, now that she took a moment to actually notice him. Acting on a whim, she reached out with her metal hand and gave his bicep a squeeze.
"Huh. For a lab rat, you're pretty cut," she remarked.
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As far as gentle touches go, her metal grip wasn't one of them. Sure it hurt, but he wasn't going to show it. He just smiled and stuck his chin out and reclined back, nestling his head in the crook of one shoulder.
"Why thank you! You know there's not much else to do while your waiting for them to come and poke at you again. I didn't have the luxury of having a bunkmate. So, it was mostly solo for me. Er, I mean being alone. Not uh, hand solo."
He suddenly snorted a laugh. "Well, if compliment are to be had, you ain't so bad yourself. Got a good arm there. That mech one, how'd you get it?"
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"I bet you're expecting a cool story about this, huh?" Jericho said, flexing the fingers of her bionic hand. She looked at it for a moment, considering, and then beamed a bright, saucy smile his way and shrugged.
"Got it blown right off in a firefight! Was me against some other band of jerkass pirates, and one was packing some serious shit. I was too busy keeping some other freaks off my ass, I didn't see him lining off the shot until BOOM!" She clapped her hands together. "No more arm! They left me for dead, bleeding out all over the place. When I woke up, I was in the hospital minus one arm."
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He had to admit, she told the story with gusto. He was staring at her like she had a booger hanging from her nose, but with more fascination. At the very end of it, he was smiling and leaned back into his chair, sipping his beer and relishing the fact that he could do it with both hands, real and fleshy, the best kind.
"Holy shit! Blown off just like that!? Fucking hell. And I thought I was crazy! Well, I guess I am. But you just fucked 'em up then kablooey!" Calixte laughed and reached across to feel her arm.
He sat back, smirking. "Wait...so you were alone? And it just blew off like that? So, you had no crew even then?"
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Oh man, he was just eating that right up, wasn't he? Jericho bit back a laugh, struggling to keep her expression serious and subdued as she kept the tale going.
"Yeah! I was all alone back then, too, so I was pretty sure I was dead. Just gonna bleed out all over the dirt and that was gonna be it for me! Lights out! I had no one around to help me, so when I finally passed out...I was pretty sure that was me dying. Then I wake up in this white, clean place, and I was so doped up on morphine I wasn't feeling any pain, plus I was high as hell, so my first thought was it was the afterlife. Until a nurse came by and made me shit in a pan."
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Whether true or not, she soon had Cal howling with laughter. When he sobered he leaned forward in his seat. "Well you see where you went wrong don'tcha? You were all alone. Good thing I came along when I did or else you'd have the other one blown off. "
He smiled again and downed the rest of his beer, burping rather gracefully afterward.
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"Nice," Jericho said in response to Cal's burp, and banged on her chest to let out a belch of her own. "But you're gonna have to try harder."
She curled her bionic hand into a fist. "Anyway, you know, having this thing isn't so bad! I can punch people without bruising my knuckles, for example. And I've been shot in this arm without hardly a dent! Just ricochets right off me! That's always hilarious. Having two of them might not be so bad! Not to say you shouldn't stay though, I guess," she added. "Gotta admit, you're pretty entertaining."
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Ha. She said that like she had a choice in the matter.
Still, Cal smiled and grabbed another beer, popping off the top and knocking it back.
"You're not so bad, either. I won't do ya wrong. Gonna be weird though. I'll admit, I haven't been crew in a while." Another drink. Gods it was nice to have a drink, a good laugh, and something to eat. "Almost like home. Except for one thing. Hrm..."
He looked her over.
"Hey, wanna fool around?" He shrugged nonchalantly as if were as casual as talking about pirates.
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Well, that was an unexpected conversation shift! Jericho burst out a laugh, wondering just how the hell they'd segued from her missing arm to sex!
"What, all that talk of gushing blood and violence get your motor revving?" she asked, grinning broadly and leaning on an elbow as she looked at him.
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He sniffed and lounged in his seat. "Well, what can I say? All that talk just reminded me of the good ol days." He shrugged and swigged another sip of his beer.
Well, she hadn't said no. He raised his eyebrows, looking her over. Mechanical arm aside, she wasn't bad to look at. "So what d'ya say?"
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He wasn't so bad to look at, either, Jericho thought as she looked him over with a raised eyebrow. Well, looked over what she could see of him, anyway, what parts of him the table weren't blocking. Had to admit, he was pretty attractive. Cut. A little off his rocker, but who wasn't these days?
She tilted her head and rubbed her chin. She spent a lot of time alone. A lot. Most of the time, other people just got in the way, and she liked her space. Sure, every now and then she took someone on board and gave them a lift if they weren't obnoxious and could pay well, and she hit up bars and stuff when she needed a dose of socialization, but most of the time she was an, "if you want something done, do it yourself" sort of person.
Which extended to sex. She knew how to scratch her own itches. It was always so tedious directing someone where the itch was and just how she wanted it scratched. Every now and then she got the urge for some skin-to-skin, but she could go long stretches, and she was in the middle of another.
"Hmph. Depends. You think you can handle me?" she asked, a cocky smirk on her lips as she sat back in her seat.
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"After TRIM I can handle just about anything." He didn't waste much time lounging in his seat, getting up and moving toward her seat. He sat on the edge of the table, somewhat straddling her legs, her knees just between his thighs. "Mechanical arm aside, I think I got this. The better question would be, can you handle me?"
He put both hands on the armrests of her chair. He leaned in and kissed her neck, leaving just enough wet that the circulating air would give tingles on her skin.
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"Handle you? Hah." Jericho tilted her head back as his lips met her neck, goosebumps rising on her skin. Alright, okay, so maybe she'd missed this. A bit. Wasn't like you could kiss yourself. She shivered as the air hit the path his mouth traced, and reached her good hand up to trail her fingers through his hair and along the shaved sides.
Noticeably, much as she tried to hide it, she was a little awkward. A little stiff. Not from lack of interest, but from lack of practice. Long stretches, after all.
"If you've got a dick, that's easy. They all like the same things," she said, and pulled back briefly to start shrugging off her casual business jacket as her blood grew warmer. It pooled behind her on the chair, leaving her in a loose tie and button-up. "Me? I'm picky," she added, and then paused and lifted an eyebrow.
She glanced at her bionic arm. "You want the arm on or off?"
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He chuckled. He honestly hadn't expected it to be going this well. Then again one slip and it all could go south in no time. And not even in the sexy way either. Calixte kept his cool, however, watching with interest as she shrugged out of her jacket. He leaned in closer, favoring the other side of her neck.
"That's very true. Cocks are all the same. It's only a little disappointing when the owner of said cock has no control of himself. Of which I'm saying, I'm precisely not that guy." He kissed along her throat, the tingling of his electrical field and hers zapping along his lips and along her skin.
"Arm is fine. In fact, it'll make things more interesting. Never had a chick with a bionic arm before."
Cal smiled and now leaned more fully on the chair, knees on either side of her legs, straddling her. "I'll try not to disappoint," he said. He grabbed her by that loose tie and pulled her in for a searing kiss, those electrical pulses tingling all the more.
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Jericho shivered again, pleasant tingles racing over her skin. Was that normal? She couldn't remember getting so tingly during her other encounters, but it had been a long time and memories faded. Maybe none of those people had just been skilled enough to make her all tingly like those cheesy romance novels described? She let out a breath, realizing she'd been holding it, as his mouth continued to tease her neck and goddammit, okay, so maybe he'd gone and found her weakness because that was niiiice...
"Plus side of having a fake arm," Jericho panted, "it never gets tired." And with a teasing smile, she briefly mimed a handy--right before Cal slid forward to straddle her in the chair, and pulled her forward into his kiss.
A kiss which was, quite literally, electric.
Jericho made a small, surprised sound--seriously, was that normal?--and stiffened right before she melted into it, her hands grabbing at the front of his shirt. Her kiss was a little sloppy, unpolished from lack of practice, but it was eager nonetheless as those little pulses seared right through her and got her heart racing.
With her bionic arm, she reached down and quickly undid the buttons of her shirt, popping off one in the process, and let it hang open to expose her bra (a rather nerdy one; it was neon with a pattern of ringed planets) and the tattoo over her left breast. A second later, and she grabbed at Cal's shirt and started yanking at it, pulling it up and over his head.
"So," she panted, and kissed him again when she'd tossed the shirt aside. "We doing this in the kitchen or what?"
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It'd been too long since he had a kiss like that. Or any kiss worth a damn really. Sure TRIM had been willing to provide stress relievers to keep some of the subjects from snapping. A good lay did wonders. But admittedly even Calixte felt they were lackluster and forced. Sex was so much better with both very willing participants.
And he was more than happy she was willing.
He'd broken the kiss with a loud smack of his lips, licking his lips and smirking. Her bra made him snort a little. Still it was better to just appreciate the view than laugh at it. Because they had boobs inside of them. Reason enough.
"Kitchen for starters, don't see why not. Maybe the chair, maybe anywhere else you want," he panted, smiling after the shirt disheveled his hair. He went in again, biting hungrily on her lips until he felt blood. A little too hungry.
Cal moaned, his hands reaching for her chest, gripping her breasts, hands sliding inside the cup of her bra. He didn't care if they were small. They deserved the same attention as everything else, so his thumbs played along the small knobs of her nipples. The more his blood rushed, the more it seemed his electrical field was reacting to hers. It left paths of tingling between them and only made the erection pressing against his zipper all that much more anxious.
[Slapped a label on just in case]
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[Good thinkin'! xD]
"Mmph!" Jericho yelped against his mouth when he bit her, and she lightly smacked his shoulder with her real hand. "Dammit, not so hard!"
But whatever objections she had to that, he was soon forgiven as his hands found her breasts, and she shivered and shifted restlessly in the chair as he worked, as her blood thrummed and nipples hardened beneath his thumbs. Shiiiiit. That felt good, like pulses of pleasure zapping through her with each touch, and with a quiet gasp she bit her lip, tasting the blood he'd drawn, and bit back the little pants that wanted to escape. Jeez. Maybe she'd just been with the wrong people? Most people didn't even mess with her breasts aside from a little squeeze and that was it, like just because they were small they didn't want to be played with!
She'd cut more than a few encounters short for that alone.
The back of her neck tingled, the hairs there standing on end, and she was vaguely away that the rest of her hair was growing a little frizzy. But she paid it no mind right then as she instead grabbed at his pants, undoing the button, yanking down the zipper, and shoving them down his hips.
"Help me," she ordered as she tried to work on her own jeans, but with him pinning her to the chair, there was only so much she could do. So instead she kissed him fiercely, biting his lip in revenge (only she didn't draw blood!), and gasped at the small, electric shock that sprang up between them, like she'd shuffled her sock-clad over carpet before touching something metal.
"Ow! What the...?"
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Geeze darling, easy, he thought. But he didn't dare voice it, lest she become too gentle. Cal sighed in great relief to feel his manhood freed at last. Well, sort of. He still had his underwear on, and it just looked like he'd stuffed a banana down his shorts. He wasn't embarrassed, but he didn't care to brag during sex. There was plenty of time for that later.
Cal's heart was thrumming wildly in his chest and the tingling that zipped between them even made him blink twice at her. "Oh sorry. I've got tingly abilities of sorts. Your field reacts to my field ect. Just makes things a bit sparky, won't hurt at all."
Cal laughed and moved low, hands working deftly at her pants, smirking as he pulled them off her. Kicking his own trousers and boots off, Cal was content to sink between her legs, hands slipping along the warmth between them. "Off these go too," he whispered, sliding his hands down along her hips and hitching the edges of her undergarments as they went, to pull them from her legs. He leaned in the, pressing his lips against the inside of her thigh, kissing inward toward something more rewarding.
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'A bit sparky,' he says, Jericho thought with a soft snort and roll of her eyes. 'Won't hurt at all,' he says. It didn't stop the small thread of concern weaving its way through her brain, because hey, these were very sensitive parts he was putting his zappy-ness near!
"Tingly abilities. You mean your psionic...ah...thin gamajigs...?" She trailed off as soon as she started, distracted by the sight of him and wishing he'd lose the underwear--and distracted by her vanishing jeans. She lifted her hips to help him shuck her out of them, then slipped off her panties in the process (hipsters that matched her bra--what could she say, she liked to be stylish even if she was the only one seeing it!) and let them fall around one ankle, leaving her half clothed in just her open button-up, tie, and half-off bra.
Alright, so she wasn't worried enough to actually stop.
Not when his face was between her legs.
Jericho could be a selfish lover when allowed to get away with it, and right then, he was spoiling her--and she was more than happy to be spoiled. She let out a sigh, head tilting back against the backrest, and lazily trailed the fingers of her real hand through his hair while her bionic one gripped the side of the chair. She spread her legs as he kissed along her thighs, propping one leg up onto the edge of the chair, and shifted her hips a little restlessly as she tensed with anticipation.
"Just be careful down there, bucko," she said, fingers tightening in his hair. "Don't fry my clit, alright?" And then, another thought, and she lifted up a little to stare down at the top of his head.
"...I'm wet," she said flatly, announcing the obvious. "You're not gonna electrocute me, are you?"
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At first he was a bit worried that this was a bit too forward. As far as personal space went, this took the cake. Mmm, cake. Wait, he was about to something. Cal moaned softly against her thigh on his way toward her heat. Already it resonated in front of him. And despite her apparent concern, she didn't do much to stop him. "Can't promise anything."
He leaned in closer to her sex, looking up at her. Well if she was really worried the least he could do was offer a safe word. "Killer Tomato. If it gets to be too tingly, just yell that out and I'll stop." He winked at her and leaned, giving a taste test to the clit. He looked up at her again, tasting her teasing once again and watching her expression.
"Feeling electrified yet?" And gave a few more teasing licks.
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Jericho didn't reeeally think he'd electrocute her, but some part of her, that paranoid voice that was always yapping, thought who knows, he just might. She didn't know how this psychic shit worked! Even though she was a psychic. But she didn't mess with that shit and she didn't have zappy powers!
Then again, if that was how it worked, she'd probably have been electrocuted when they swapped spit. Hm.
Either way, she was jerked out of her brief pondering when he announced the safe word.
And she burst out laughing. "'Killer tomato'? Pfffffffhaha--ah!"
She cut off with a gasp and gripped his hair tighter, her hips bucking in surprise when his tongue touched her--and tingled along her flesh. It was more intense than she was used to, and an entirely new sensation for her, but not painful, just different. In a weird, good way, sending jolts of pleasure arcing through her.
"Holyfuck," she breathed, squirming, and let out a few soft gasps. "Uhhhh. Wow. You...ah...you even found it the first time. Good job! That's--" She cut off with a squeak when he went right back to it, and both hands tangled in his hair then as her hips jerked, though she was trying hard not to move too much lest he lost his place.
"A-ah, go slow...that's fucking intense," she panted, legs trembling and head tilted back against the chair.
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"Oh, I found it? This?" Calixte smirked, feeling the grip on his hair and frankly that's all the encouragement he needed togo in for more. She tasted sweet. Or maybe not having good sex in such a long time, made him eager to please. At least for now anyway. He rested his shoulders underneath her thighs, and bracing one hand on her leg and another on the arm rest, noting her instruction.
"Remeber," he breathed against her sex. "Killer Tomato. Or else, I might just keep going as I please." Another flick of his tongue on her clit. His lapping was slow and generous, taking care to taste her and savor the stroke of his tongue. He swirled around it, lightly sucking on it.
"Let me know if you need me to go slower," he hissed against her, peering up at her from time to time to watch her expression. It was wickedly amusing to watch her reaction to his ministrations. Sometimes surprises could be wonderful.
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"Ohhhhh, no, that's good, right like that," Jericho gasped out, still holding onto his hair for dear life--and to make damned sure he stayed right where he was and didn't get any crazy ideas about stopping. Not until she was done with him! Each lap of his tongue sent a jolt through her, making her gasp and writhe. Normally, she didn't get all that much out of oral except on rare occasion--but Cal definitely had something going for him in enthusiasm and...
Zappy-ness.
"Hooooly fuck," she whimpered, her legs wrapped around his back, her heels pressing into him to keep him locked in place. And soon enough, she had her bionic hand pressed over her mouth when it started to become too much, too good, intense enough that she wanted to do more than whimper and gasp. Part of her wanted to call out, "Killer Tomato!", but the other part wanted him to keep going, the intensity verging just on the edge of over-stimulation but not quite crossing it enough to stop being absurdly pleasurable, and besides, it wasn't really in her blood to cry uncle.
Especially not when she could feel her orgasm building, more rapidly than she was used to even on her own. Fuck, his stupid zappy tongue was better than her favorite vibrator. Her trembling increased, her body going taut, her hand pulling on his hair and legs squeezing him.
"Shit, shit, Cal, I'm close...!" she cried, voice a little higher than she would have liked to admit as she twisted beneath him, eyes clenched shut. The surprise was evident even in her voice.
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The pressure of her metal hand on his head, and her real one tangling in his hair, was enough to tell him he was doing something right. Verbal affirmations to the matter certainly didn't hurt his enthusiasm or his pride. Cal simply leaned further in toward her heat, feeling her body grow taut and letting hand slip along the outside of her folds, tracing along the outside of her entrance.
Calixte licked and sucked on her clit, this time with increasing vigor, eager to make her tremble in ecstasy. He moaned against her skin, breathing hotly and taking in her scent. He never thought he'd be so eager to please, but stoking the fire was necessary for a long night of hot and heavy, or day.
Time was irrelevant out here in the black.
"Just," he panted against her sex, taking a breath, face flush and body heated. "tell me...if you need me to stop." The offer was always on the table after all. It was a fleeting thought, however, before he went in to have her at his mercy once again.
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As though his tongue and "zaps" weren't enough, soon he was teasing her with his fingers, tracing along her sex but not slipping them inside--and that teasing only made her want it more. She moaned, a sound half of pleasure, half of frustration and need, voicing what she couldn't voice with words right then. Alright, dammit, she'd give him credit, he knew what he was doing--and Jericho wondered then, as she sometimes did during such encounters, why the fuck she didn't have sex more often?
She threw her head back, hips squirming beneath him restlessly now as he amped up the intensity until it was almost too much to take, and then she let out a sudden, sharp yelp and twisted her hands in his hair, losing herself and forgetting to be gentle. "Don't," she gasped out, "don't you dare stop or I...I...oh fuck, I'm--!"
Her words cut off with the cry that left her then, her body tensing and spasming as she came. She clung to him hard, practically crushing his head between her thighs as pure pleasure and endorphins flooded her system, and it seemed like it would never stop, like it would just keep on going, until...
"Oh, ah, Killer Tomato! Killer Tomato!" she abruptly yelped, and shoved lightly at Cal's head and twitched her hips back away from him as she did. Her clit was always super sensitive immediately after she came, to the point where touching it then was painful, and after that caliber of orgasm, and with his sparky tongue touching her? That was especially true!
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And thus came his victory.
Cal had been minding his own business, rather enjoying the task, hair being pulled. And just when he thought she was going to make him bald, there she was shoving him away. He pulled his face back as she came, although doing so was rather difficult because she still had her legs wrapped neatly around his back.
He caught his breath, staring up at her wickedly as she did so. Killer tomatoes indeed. After a several minutes of calming down, Cal carefully unhooked her legs from his back, still on his knees, and shifted his underwear from his hips, cock hanging heavy and thick, slipping them off and moving to reside back between her legs, encouraging them to hook around him once again.
"You okay?" he said, chuckling. "I thought you were going to break my neck there for a second." He leaned in then to kiss her chest, pushing off her bra and slipping her half-shirt from her shoulders.
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Jericho flopped back in the chair, utterly boneless, as Cal pulled back and unhooked her legs from him. Her chest rose and fell in quick, frantic breaths, her eyes closed and face flushed. Right then, a firefight could have broken out in space and attacked her ship and she wouldn't have cared, or been able to do much about it. She was still tingling with the aftershocks!
And when she cracked her eyes open, she couldn't help but note how damned smug Cal was.
She guessed he should be. It was her that had been all cocky like, "Do you think you can handle me?" And the answer to that was yes. Yes, he could handle her.
Smug bastard.
She watched him slip off his underwear, and her eyebrows rose appreciatively at what she saw. Oh, she'd seen the outline, sure, but it wasn't as good as the real thing. That was definitely no banana. She lifted her eyes back to his face and hooked her legs back around him, a small, tired smirk on her lips as she shrugged out of her shirt and tossed her bra off to the side.
"I might've, if you'd kept going," she said, and sighed into his kisses, her hands trailing over his shoulders and down his arms. "But that would've been a pain, dragging you to the airlock. You're so heavy, ugh."
A teasing grin, and she trailed her real hand down his chest, lazily grazing her nails over his skin before she peeked down between them again and lifted an eyebrow.
"You got a condom?" she asked. "Or are you clean? I'm good--got an IUD. No babies for me."
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Good, she wasn't dead. And she wasn't pushing him away because the sensations were too intense. Frankly, he'd only been a little worried. She seemed the steely type however. He hoped it wouldn't just stop at that.
He moved closer to her, pulling her down a little, sliding her hips more toward his.
Calixte chuckled, getting comfortable from his position. At her question, however, he sighed. TRIM was always certain to regularly screen their subjects with exam after exam, ensuring their health. Cal was surprised himself to find he wasn't carrying some debilitating malady. He was from Aedolis after all.
"I'm clean, altough, I don't think I'll be having children any time soon. Thank goodness for your foresight," he asked, quirking his eyebrows in a playful pout. His left hand drifted down to her sex, slipping toward tracing her folds once again. "Unless you want me to wear a condom. I don't mind, it's just that, I don't have one. Just got off the boat, so to speak."
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"...Heh. Neither do I," Jericho said, and if she wasn't already horny as fuck, she might have decided to be safe and responsible about this.
But she was neither safe nor responsible about a lot of her life choices, and his fingers were doing wicked things to her, stoking the fires that had started to fade to embers as she came down from her release, so she decided, screw it; she just wanted to screw. Maybe she should have kept some condoms laying around, but she was pretty sure if she had any, they were probably expired by now.
"Whatever! It's fine! I'll just kick your teeth out later if you're lying," she said, and pulled him down so she could kiss him hard, moaning against his lips, before she broke the kiss with a light nibble.
"Switch with me," she said, pointing to the chair.
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Condoms were for suckers anyway. Except, even he didn't want some snot nosed brat asking around where daddy went. So normally he was always packing. Cal reminded himself to pick some up the next time they were docking. Better safe than sorry in situations like these.
"Look, I'll just pull out," he panted against her lips when she pulled him in for a second time. His fingers still danced along that senstive skin, thumb rolling along her clit a few times until she demanded they switch places. "Good idea, great idea."
His heart was racing again, blood thumping loudly in his ears, as he slipped his hands underneath her and lifted her off the chair, plopping down in her stead. He propped her onto his hips, reclining backwards and getting comfortable. Cal's smug grin wasn't so apparent any more, as he had a feeling he'd somehow pay for all his cockiness from before.
Killer Tomato, he reminded himself. That being said, she made no mention of a safe word. To hell, with it, didn't matter anyhow. "You're gonna be gentle right?" he asked, although the gleam in his eye proved her decisively dared her not to be.
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By the time Cal took the chair and pulled Jericho back down onto him, Jericho was ready and rarin' to go, her body hot and tingly in all the right places. She straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips and feet planted on the ground, and she smirked down at him at his question of gentleness.
The way he said it, with that little hint of challenge, it was like he was begging for something different. Was he the sort of guy that liked pain with his pleasure or something? Hm! Jericho hadn't actually experimented much with the "whips and chains" stuff, but she couldn't say it didn't appeal. Maybe not being on the receiving end of it, but she sure liked the idea of bossing people around!
She could play.
Reaching up, she slipped off her tie and looped it around Cal's neck, then yanked him forward and into another fierce kiss--and this time when she bit his lip, she did draw blood. "Course not," she said with a wicked smile, and licked his lip. The taste of blood wasn't exactly her favorite thing in the world, especially someone else's, but he wasn't going to dare her and get away with it! "I'm gonna make you beg."
With another flick of her wrist, she looped the tie around his neck again and then held the excess in her bionic hand, fashioning it into a sort of leash. She held it tightly, almost to the point of choking him, and slid her hips forward to glide their sexes together. "You can't have it until I deem you worthy," she said, and pulled his head back so she could lick and bite at his throat, hard enough to leave behind red welts.
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Well, this wasn't exactly what he had in mind! He just wanted her to ride him ragged until he was seeing his brain. Not that he was going to complain yet. Having been so long without a proper lay, he'd say that this was just the right amount of kink. He could stand a little excitement, maybe more than any healthy person should. He didn't exactly peg her as the bondage type, but maybe his people scanner was off.
Still, he panted hard against her kiss, the blood being drawn thrilling him just enough. "Yes, ma'am," he gasped, feeling a bit lightheaded at the pressure of the tie around his neck. But the moment she began to tease him, gliding along his cock, he shut his eyes tightly. Oh, this was what he got for teasing her so before.
He didn't exactly do himself any favors. Then again, maybe he did.
He gasped for air, holding her against him and trying to twist his hips to slide within, but being denied entry was just as pleasurable. Already the anticipation left him writhing. "C'mon, Jericho. We both know we're already hot and bothered. So let's bother and get hot," he moaned, opening his neck for her to explore further.
Still, his hips worked against hers, relishing in every stroke, every glide, undulating his hips in just the right away.
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[Lolololol THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE NOT SPECIFIC, CAL. xD]
Hm. Okay, yeah, she could dig this. Maybe this was what she was missing out on, not having a crew! Not the sex, but bossing people around. And Cal seemed to be digging it, even though she didn't really know what she was doing! Just doing what she'd read in a fanfiction once, really. Only that had involved shoelaces, not a tie.
However, as it was turning out, she was better at the bossing around than she was at the teasing, because this teasing was having the unforeseen consequence of torturing her, too. Maybe she wasn't cut out for domme-hood, after all, because soon her sighs and whimpers were joining Cal's moans as she rocked her hips and slicked him up--for she was more than excited and ready after what he'd done to her. He could no doubt feel her shudders each time she ground her clit against his cock, or shifted her hips away right when he started to press inside.
It was taking all her willpower.
She cracked her eyes open as he spoke--did that count as begging?--and her bottom lip poked out in a slight pout. She really did want to get revenge for being so damned smug, wanted to make him whimper and beg for mercy and sweet release, buuut...
Yeah. She was damned hot and bothered.
"Fiiiiiine," she said, and gave his neck another searing kiss, sucking hard at the skin to leave behind a hicky, like a dark, mouth-shaped brand. "Fine, worthiness accepted! For now." And she released the tie, letting it hang around his neck (not a bad look on him!), and rocked her hips against him slowly, feeling him out and gasping as he stroked her, before she reached between them and grasped his cock.
She slid it along her a few times, biting her lip and giving her hips a little wiggle as she positioned him, and then grabbed his shoulders for purchase and met his eyes. It had been a while, and he was pretty meaty--but that's why she wanted to be on top. And so, with another needy kiss, sealing their lips and tongues together, she started to slide down onto him, gasping against his lips and gripping him tighter as he stretched and filled her.
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He was more than ready, although every extra stroke certainly didn’t hurt. He was flush and red-face with the agony of anticipation he may as well have already been inside of her. Curse her, damn her to fucking hell, he was full to bursting! Cal knew he’d get his comeuppance, but he thought that would be after he pulled out.
An inward snicker. Stupid smug bastard.
Her grip sent a tremble through him, he watched her hold onto his manhood with hooded eyes. Hell, even a hand job would lend some mercy to the frustration she was putting him through. Trying very hard to focus on the positives, like stroking her clit and the fact that she hadn’t kicked him off her ship at all, he found the strength to go on. Oh woe was he, indeed.
When she finally relented, finally!, Cal let out a slow steady breath, only for it to be captured by the heat of her lips, feeling himself slip inside her, with some tension to spare, he moaned against her lips. "Fucking hell," he hissed, only to bury his lips against hers once more, kissing her hotly.
He began to slowly rock his hips beneath her, pushing himself deeper and setting a rhythm. Part of him hoped to whatever gods existed he wasn't too sloppy. Because that would be awfully embarrassing, especially when trapped on a ship with someone to witness it. "You do this often?" he panted, curious, turning his hips to feel around within her heat.
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"Mmph!" Jericho gasped against his mouth as his hips rocked against hers, driving him in deeper, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him more hungrily to hide her slight wince. It was quite the stretch after her dry spell, but she was, fortunately, excited and relaxed enough that the discomfort was brief. Still, her own motions were slow and tentative as she shifted her hips, her rhythm not quite matching his as her body adjusted to him.
Fortunately for Cal, he wasn't the only one worried about being rusty.
And at his question, she let out a surprised laugh--that soon caught on a moan as his hips moved. "Whatcha mean by that?" she asked, gasping as she started to rock her hips, first back and forth, then in little circles, searching for what felt best. Her eyes fluttered shut and she pressed her face against his shoulder, her breath coming out against his skin in hot puffs of air.
"I--nngh...I do this all the time. All of it. Just banging everyday, that's--ah!--that's me!"
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"Oh, yeah, I can tell. You're a real, gah, rough rider," he said, chuckling. Every rock of their hips had him shivering, writhing just enough to keep himself in check. After all the tension that had built up from sliding along her sex alone, Cal was surprised he'd lasted this long. The teasing, thankfully, minimized the friction between them.
Except the good kind. He intended to maximize as much of that as possible. She was hot as fucking lava, as she tested different directions. His breath hitched, trying to adjust himself to her pattern, trying to see where she was headed and intending to meet her there. He wasn't one to just pound away. Slow and steady, won the pace; try not to cum on their face.
Cal shook himself of the foolish rhyme, focusing back on her. He laughed, rocking his hips deeper, then circling them slowly, deeply, feeling along her snug walls. "I only ask because you're practically boiling. Coming back from a dry spell?" he said, curious and hopeful, so at least he wasn't the only one worrying they were foolish.
Not that those thoughts ever stuck. Those electrical reactions from before did not stop simply because his face was no longer between her legs, but instead they stemmed and tingled between them in sporadic jolts. Just enough to give proper goosebumps.
Between them was little more than the tie and those lovely breasts of hers. Cal remembered they deserved a bit of attention, perhaps more than he'd initially given them. He leaned down and brought his lips to her right breast, kissing and lapping at it.
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[...brb dying forever @ that rhyme. xD]
"Dry spell? Me? Famous pirate captain Jericho, ah, Fox? I...I told you, I get all the sex. Everyday I'm--shit!" Jericho cut off with a yelping cry, voice taking on a higher pitch as she jerked in obvious surprise at the sensation of those tingles, radiating up through--into--her body with each stroke of his cock. Her skin still reacted to his everywhere else they touched, in bursts and pulses, but that was a different sensation altogether.
She gripped him tighter, her nails digging into him, her bionic hand squeezing as her gasps soon turned to soft, whimpering moans. Oh, she had goosebumps all right and he could no doubt feel her shivers and trembles as she rode him, her feet planted on the floor to give her leverage as she rocked and ground against him. Fuck, it felt good--surprisingly good, better than she'd had before, and when his lips found her breast her cries took on a sharper pitch as she raked her fingers through his hair.
Everything felt more sensitive, more alive under his electric touch, and each grind of her pelvis into his sent bursts of sensation through her clit and deep inside her, until she could feel it in her belly. And yet, soon she found it wasn't enough, that she wanted to milk everything she could from this, and she grabbed at his head to yank him into another hard kiss. Her teeth clicked against his in her over-zealousness, but right then she hardly cared, and soon she was doing more than just grinding but rather lifting up on him, sliding up along his cock before slamming back down with a muffled cry as he pulsed within her.
She was going to be sore later, but it was so worth it.
It felt wonderful just to rock and grind, but she wanted more than just that--she wanted to be fucked--and though her motions were a little off beat, she made up for it in eagerness as she kissed and sucked at his lips and nibbled at his jaw, her pants and moans coming out hard against his skin.
"That all you got, big boy?" she gasped, deciding it was her turn to throw up a challenge.
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Gods be damned if he wasn't burning unrelentingly, and definitely in a goooooood way. Cal moaned unreservedly as she rode him, rocking to a rhythm they both could understand. His electrical currents affected him just as much as it affected her, and though they were subconscious reactions, every jolt danced across his skin. Calixte was surprised he didn't just blow his load right then and there.
They'd only just gotten started after all. But for fuck's sake this was almost to good to be true.
Oh, he was familiar with that old adage. He was intent to savor every stroke and slide as he opened his eyes enough to watch himself move in and out of her. Out here just who was there to hear them both scream?
"What!? What was that about you being...ah, fuck!...a pirate captain? You're some...kind of space....oh, shiiiiiit," He watched her lift herself, giving leverage to slamming down onto him. He never would remember just what he was going to say. Calixte ran a hand through his hair, keeping his pained grunts to himself under her grip.
Pain sorely forgotten as she kissed him hard. Returning the favor, he turned his head roughly against her, biting her lips as zaps zipped between them. "All I got?" he panted, throat growing sore, voice croaking a little. "Fuck no. I hope you're ready to see...your fucking brains..."
He stood up then, legs wobbling beneath him. When his foot collided with the table, he yelped, sinking his cock deep inside her, stumbling toward the wall, pinning her against the door way.
Cal reached up, holding onto a pipe, the other braced at her hips, and pumping hard and fast against her. He leaned back, so that her back was curled against the frame and he fucked her hard and deep. His entire body was thrown into every stroke, feeling his cock slide in hot and fast.
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"Whoa, what? My brains? What are--ah!"
Because hey, the only time she'd ever had someone say she was going to see her brains was when they had a gun aimed at her.
Clearly Cal had something very different in mind, however, as he rose up, driving in deep, and Jericho cried out and threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to hang on and keep him exactly where she wanted him. Somehow, between all his stumbling, her found her back pressed against the door frame--and then it was her turn to eat her smug words as he pounded her, the sensation of him thrusting in deep and hard, hitting all those sensitive, hidden spots, combining with those pulses and shocks to create a rather potent cocktail.
Despite herself, she screamed.
Goods gods, she never figured herself a screamer!
Weak with pleasure, she lost her grip on him and slipped, one leg coming back down to brace against the floor, the other still hooked high around his waist, and her arms tightened on him to keep her balance. "Ohhh shit, don't you dare stop!" she cried, and smashed their lips together again, hands sliding down his shoulders and back and clawing his skin in her passion as her moans came out in muffled bursts.
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Maybe pinning her against the doorway wasn't the best possible position he could've come up with it. Hell, even throwing her back down into the chair would have probably yielded better results, and so much less slippage. Hah, slippage.
Cal did stop however, pausing long enough to slide out of her. "Just a sec," he panted, throat already dry and voice hoarse. He urged her to move back to where they were before, coaxing her to turn around and adjusted her hips just so. He bent his knees, just enough to slide his cock along her once again. Thankfully she was still hot and wet enough that soon his tip prodded her entry and found a way inside.
Within once more, Cal was able to secure his hands at her hips, urging them to rock back against his hips as he plunged hard and deep against her. He took her roughly, his own knees starting to buckle with the force of each thrust. "Don't go soft on ...me now, Jeri," he croaked out.
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"Ah! What did I just say!" Jericho complained when he did exactly what she told him not to do and stopped! Pulled out, even! Argh! She whined in frustration, convinced maybe he was just fucking with her now, trying to get a rise out of her. It was working!
She let him guide her back to the chair nonetheless, eager to get this show back on the road. He bent her over the chair, and she grabbed the back of it for purchase and wriggled her hips impatiently, her legs shamelessly spread and thighs glistening with her own arousal. "C'mooon!" she said, for she'd never taken teasing well, and when she finally felt him prodding against her, she sucked in a breath and braced herself, rocking her hips back to slide him along her. More teasing? Or would he give her the "oh-dear-gods-is-that-my-brain?" pounding he'd promised?
It was the latter, thankfully. Otherwise she might have ensured he saw his brains. All over the floor.
She cried out sharply as he filled her again, deeper than before, each thrust making the chair creak precariously as she rocked forward against it. She gripped it tightly, her knuckles white, her head bowed with the force of his motions as her moans and cries echoed off the walls. And then, one moan abruptly turned into a gasping laugh as she choked out, "Jeri? Did...did just call me fucking, ah, Jeri?"
And she was still laughing between her cries when, suddenly, she took one thrust without bracing properly--and tipped the chair onto two legs, and then none at all.
With a yelped, "WHOA, SHIT!" they both went crashing to the floor, chair and all.
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"Yes, I...fuck...did. What, people don't...normally call - gah - you that?" he laughed, though the feeling of it erupting in his throat was rather painful. Secondary, all secondary.
Cal continued to pump hard and quickly, the momentum finally regained as he drove in eagerly and with diligence. Good, she braced herself against the chair, good thinking on her part. Better than just air fucking. If that was even possible.
And just when he thought it wasn't, they were tumbling through the air in full force. When the chair tipped over, sending them to the ground. Calixte landed hard on top of her, his member plunging deep into her. He yelped, smacking his shin on the table. "Shiiiiit!" he moaned.
Of course, any person with the sense of a tri-horned goat would think to quit, and give some time to recover. But leaned over the chair as they were, Cal just went with the flow, adjusting himself as needed until he was leaned over her, on hand on her hips, and the other bracing one of the overturned chair's legs.
"Gonna let a little fall...get the best of ya...Jeri."
Yes, Jeri on purpose this time.
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Cal was nothing if not resilient! Jericho had to give him credit there, because while she was still reeling from the fall and wheezing as the seat of the chair smacked her in the gut, Cal was undeterred.
...Somehow, even bruised as she was, that was pretty damned hot?
She gasped again, this time in pleasure, and shook her disheveled hair out of her face before she rocked against him, using her grip on the chair to push herself back into his thrusts. Her skin tingled even where his hand was merely resting on her, and as they both got moving again, she was soon feeling it inside, as well, those little jolts that had her whimpering and crying out--though one of those cries soon turned to a groan when he called her that name again!
She twisted, shooting him a glare from over her shoulder, or her best attempt at one. Hard to look angry when she was flushed with passion, her eyes hooded and lips swollen from kisses. "Don't--ah! Don't call me tha--fuck. That!" she growled, though it wasn't a very effective one, considering it turned into a moan halfway through. She shuddered, feeling that familiar tension beginning to build again, and let her head drop back down, her hands tightening on the chair and body shivering and tensing, twitching each time he jolted her--and each time he hit her G-spot, which from this angle, he was doing a lot of, creating quite the potent sensation.
"Shit...Cal...I'm fucking close," she gasped out, and clamped her real hand over her mouth, biting her finger.
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Maybe it should have been better to let her recover. It wasn't like he wanted her to get hurt during their romp. Not unless that was her thing, but he doubted that. And it wasn't his either unless it was previously agreed upon. But any thoughts to her pain were momentarily thrown at when he caught that look she gave him.
He snorted, laughing even. He should be worried more about her wrath than her pain, he thought for a fleeting second.
"Sorry, gah! Just...trying to keep ya on...your - geeze!- toes!"
Cal continued to thrust deep, feeling her body starting to grow tense. He balanced himself with one hand, holding fast to one of the chair legs, as that piece of fallen furniture rocked against the grated floor. His other hand slipped around her waist, down her hips and finding her clit, rubbing along it as he continued to move behind her.
"Feeling closer now?" he panted hard, moaning as he felt his own body begin to tense and shudder, speeding up his thrusts. "Fuck! You're not the only one, Jericho!"
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Jericho couldn't answer his question with words, but at that point, words were hardly necessary.
Instead, she answered him with a muffled scream, her hand clamped over her mouth, her body going rigid still even as he continued to pound in deep. She had been close before, but his fingers on her clit, tingling and rubbing, sent her sailing from close to right bloody there. She squirmed wildly beneath him and bucked her hips against his fingers, no longer capable of following on a rhythm, and lowered her hand only to grab at the chair and gasp for air.
"Right there, Cal, just like that, ohgodsohgods, don't stop, don't fucking stop, I'm--I'm...fuck!"
And then her breath was ripped from her lungs completely in another sharp, sobbing scream as she came and came hard, her body shuddering and trembling powerfully all around him and toes curling. She clawed at the chair, holding on for dear life, and squirmed all the more as she rocked back against him, riding it out for as long as she could.
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Luckily he was panting to hard to respond. But he obeyed, eyes closed in the moment be felt her body shudder. In that tension, his hand still rubbing at her clit. Feeling her spasming and the walls clinging to him was quickly becoming too much. He gasped for breath, but the sound was caught in his throat and he felt himself grow taut, and then it happened.
He came, burst within her, hips still moving and riding out the rest of his passion until he felt his heart was about to burst. He stlowed to a stop, slumping over Jericho for a moment, murmuring affirmations that really made no sense to him. Cal panted, moaning in contentment, and slowly pulled out, slumping off onto his back and staring up at the lights, smile on his face.
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Welp. Good thing she had that IUD. Because Cal had done the exact opposite of pulling out.
Not that it made a difference, really. Condomless sex was condomless sex, so if he did have anything, she would have gotten it whether he pulled out or not. And either way, it was going to make a mess. The difference was now that mess was going to be dribbling out of her.
Still kneeling where he'd left her, panting to catch her breath and still shivering, Jericho would have been happy to just flop over beside him and not move for a while--except for said mess issue, which gravity was already seeing to. She grimaced and quickly sat back, though plenty had already dripped onto the floor--eugh!--and more was on the way, and swatted Cal's leg.
"Get up!" she told him. "Grab me some toilet paper or something! Jeez! You pent up or something?"
No post-coital cuddles for him. Once the bliss faded, Jericho was straight back to business.
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Cal yelped. "Ow! Sorry!" Man did she ever hit hard! Even if it was just her regular arm. He flushed and got up, just enough on wobbly legs. "And yes, I'm a little pent up. I'll clean up the mess." He got up and moved through the galley - or kitchen- if she preferred, and rummaged around to find some paper towels.
He wiped himself off first before grabbing some more and helping clean off the mess that dribbled out all into the floor.
He said nothing, making himself useful. Although a smug smirk still played at the corner of his lips.
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He listened so good! Maybe he wouldn't be so bad to keep around after all.
As soon as he returned, she snatched some paper towels from him to clean herself up, then went about gathering up her clothes, which had somehow wound up all over the place. She righted the chair, and grinned at Cal as she pulled her panties back on and lined them with another paper towel.
"Hmph. Gotta hand it to you, Cally," she said as she put her jeans on after. "That was pretty out of this world."
And then she grinned broadly and made finger pistols at him, winking and snickering at her own pun.
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He watched her clean up. It was a little fascinating, in the way its fascinating to watch someone pick their nose. Maybe Cal had been locked up a little bit too long. He smirked at that and winked at her. Putting his underwear back on, he looked up just in time to catch her pointed finger pistols aiming right at him, Cal yelped, feigning being shot, as he clutched his chest, reeling backwards.
Oh you got me!" He croaked and pretended to be dead for five seconds. Before he burst out laughing. "Well, thank you kindly." Calixte redressed...and quickly too when something abruptly struck the side of Jericho's ship.
The vessel lurched in response to a shot fired and Cal immediately sprung off to the side, clinging to a wall to prevent being flung to a piece of furniture. "Shit! Bogies!"
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"WHAT? You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Jericho yelped, clinging to the table as her ship shuddered. She'd only just gotten her jeans buttoned, and she zipped up quickly before she bolted for the cockpit shirtless and bra-less.
Wasn't like she had much there, anyway, and her fucking ship was getting pounded!
"Get your ass in here and strap in!" she shouted as she ran, using the wall to keep steady so she didn't go pitching into things.
She practically vaulted into the pilot's seat and took up the controls, flipping a few switches and adjusting some dials before she punched it, not waiting to strap in herself. They needed to get, and get fast.
"Fuuuuck. 89%. They did a fucking number on our shields," she said, and winced as the ship shuddered again with another blow. "Friends of yours?"
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By the time she told him to get into the co-pilot's seat, Cal was already halfway there. He didn't have time to waste either. He didn't want her ship to go down of course - not that he had any attachment to her or the vessel - but he wasn't going to get blown to space dust or go back to that fuck-brained facility known as TRIM.
Cal buckled in, in no better shape than Jericho, as he didn't even have time to pull his own pants on. Those old instincts were coming back, and his fingers itched for the pilot's control. He flipped those familiar switches, checking the sensors around them, when a voice suddenly blared on their channel.
"Warning shots have been fired! You are surrounded. Pull your ship back into port, and we will not fire further. This is Capt. Alonzo speaking for the CSAF."
"Well, I wouldn't call them friends," Cal said, feeling his gut grow cold, as he pulled up the sensor-net, and he could see they were surrounded by six ships. "More like acquaintances really." He sighed. " Six bogies on our tail. Two flanking our portside. Three on starboard, one trying to get around front! You think you can out fly these bastards?"
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Well, well, Cal didn't make a bad co-pilot. Jericho spared him a quick, appraising glance, obviously surprised by how readily he fell into his role--she'd been prepared to do it all alone!--before she focused on her objective.
She cranked back a lever, and the engine began to hum, a high pitched whine that steadily increased. The ship began to vibrate, making Jericho's teeth chatter.
"We're about to find out, aren't we?" she answered with a cheery smile, before she pressed the com-link.
"Hey there, Al, this is Captain Jericho Fox speaking, and you can kindly go fuck yourself! Revenge Riot out!"
She closed the link, and looked back to Cal as that whine turned to a roar, the vibration growing stronger. "Ever ridden Jumper Class, Cal?" she called over the noise.
Indeed, she was going to make a jump.
And the engine was almost warmed up and ready to go.
They just had to hope the shields held up until then.
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"Jumper Class? You know it!" And Cal grinned toothily.
"You're a fucking idiot Fox! I'll remember you!" Alonzo said. And that was all that was said before the enemy ships began to open fire at the Revenge Riot. Plasma guns pounded down. Cal heard that hum, and his body thrilled with anticipation.
"That Jump can't come fast enough Fox!" he said, gritting his teeth and feeling anxiety closing around his neck. He tipped the throttle, adding thruster on one side where a barrage of plasma shots would have smacked right into them.
The hum grew louder still, until the vibration took the ship, rattling even Cal to the core. "65 Percent, Fox! Punch the fucking thing!"
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"He's an older model! Hold your horses!" Jericho said, but she was gritting her teeth with each rumble of the ship, wincing each time those guns fired true. Her poor baby. And poor them, soon, if those engines didn't finish revving soon!
But despite the onslaught, the one ship trying to weasel its way in front of them pulled back, just in case she was crazy enough to do it--which she was. A glance at her shields showed them rapidly depleting, and once those babies were gone, that plasma would slice through her ship like a hot knife through butter.
Just a little more, a little more...
"C'mooon, baby, mama doesn't wanna die just yet," she murmured--and then, completion.
Cal shouted at her, and Jericho punched it, and then they were zipping through space, the stars around them going so fast they looked squished and elongated, like slashes in the black. It only lasted seconds, but they were long seconds, until finally the universe around them normalized, the stars became round specks, and the ship quieted and stilled.
The bogies were gone, and the star systems around them had changed.
Jericho flopped back in her chair and ran her hands through her hair, letting out her breath out slowly. Her heart was pounding and her palm was clammy.
Yeesh...
"Think they can follow us?" she asked, turning her head to look at Cal. "Because baby here needs a rest now before he overheats. Sure hope they can't follow us. That'd be a trip, considering I've got no idea where the fuck I took us."
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That initial lurch of the jump was hard to take after being caged up for such a long time. But Calixte let himself sink back into the chair as the ship pushed through space, jumping heavily and leaving those bogies behind. Which was more than a relief on his part. Once the ship relaxed, Cal slumped lazily in the chair, tension leaving at last.
"Gods! WHOOOOOOHOOOO!" he cried suddenly. "Good fucking flying, Captain Fox. I thought they had us. I owe ya one..."
He unbuckled his seat belts and checked the sensors again. "Nah, they can't. Those were fighter-class ships, with enough guns to blow us to space dust! But don't have jumpers." Cal couldn't wipe the smile from his face and moved back to that beer he hadn't finished. Most of it was all over the floor, but he downed a few drops that remained.
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"There's more beer where that came from," Jericho said with a grin, more than happy to share now. "Have at it. You know, you didn't do so bad yourself. We'd be a lot more fucked up if it weren't for your quick thinking so...good job. Whew! That was a rush."
She pat the dash of her ship with her bionic arm, silently thanking it for keeping their bodies in one piece, and checked the sensors one final time.
"We're gonna have to find a place to dock. Whatever they did, they really hurt the shields. They're not regenerating. Bastards." Another pat on the dash, and she rose to her feet with a stretch and cracked her neck, rolling the tension out of her shoulders. She leaned against the back of the chair and brushed her hair out of the way.
"So! Were those TRIM acquaintances or...other acquaintances?"
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"I think those were our friends from Cancer station," Cal said, shaking out his hair and observing her for a few long seconds. She was thanking his quick thinking, but really she was the pilot that got them out of this. And so he closed the distance between them as she relaxed in her chair and planted a good one on her lips.
Lips that were already sore from their previous actions. And not that he was trying to instigate more sex, but it wasn't like he would complain!
"That's for your fancy flying," he said and moved back to pick up her bra and shirt. He tossed them both back to her, and he quickly got dressed.
"I'll check the local area in a bit. I'm not planning on running into any more of unwanted interruptions if we can help it. But damn, that really takes me back."
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Whoa!
Jericho blinked in surprise at that kiss, more surprised by that than she was about his earlier proposition. Probably because the only time she really kissed anyone, or was kissed by anyone, was when they were screwing. And after the screwing was done, it was grab your clothes and go. Maybe that was a sad thing to realize, but it was what she was used to. A side-effect of solitude.
"Hmm!" she said when he pulled back, trying hard not to show her surprise. Instead, she merely licked her lips and cleared her throat, catching her bra and shirt as they were tossed to her. "Might have to do more fancy flying in the future. Anyway, yeah! Do your thing. If you spot anything that looks helpful, give a holler. 'Cause like I said, I don't know jack about this place. I sort of just punched in random coordinates. No time to plan and all."
She pulled on her bra, then her shirt, then rose from her seat and reached out to Cal. She snagged the tie, still looped around his neck, and used it to reel him back over to her. "I'll need this, thanks."
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He wasn't exactly hiding it. But he tried not to make it obvious that he was looking at her putting her bra on and adjusting the straps. He'd help her but after all the handsy they were before, they had things to do. Like figure out where they were and not get completely fucked up the exhausts. Cal was sure they could find out where they were no problem. He'd been all over.
Well, mostly over. It'd be no problem... he hoped.
"Goi...!" came his yelp when he was pulled in by the tie. Oh right, he'd forgotten about that. He smiled sheepishly and alipped it off his head. "Oops. Forgot about that. Good thing you remembered." He went back to his seat, working quickly and pulling up a projection of the surrounding star system.
"Looks like we're in the Canavris System," he said. "A desert rock, that's that large beige looking one at the center with two blazing stars, ate it's suns. Planet Duhvanac." He pulled his hands along the projection and zoomed in to the rotating planet. "Trader's post along the intergalactic highway."
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Jericho redid her tie as Cal spoke, and she sidled on over to him to lean in and get a good look at the hologram. Definitely not a planet she recognized--which was actually rather exciting! A new place to explore, and maybe even rob some stuff? Fuck yeah!
...Of course, her client wasn't going to be very happy about the late shipment, all those goods she had in the cargo hold.
Whoops.
Oh well, he could deal. Or maybe she'd find a richer buyer in the meantime. She wasn't opposed to that.
She leaned her bionic arm on Cal's head as she watched him zoom in, other hand on her hip. "Cool! Then looks like we've got our next stop!" she said. "So where's that put us in relation to your buddies? Cancer OR TRIM. I'm thinking we should just stay out away from those crazies and just chill for a while until this all soothes over, yeah?"
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"Chilling for a while, while all this blows over...sounds like the best idea I've heard in ages," Cal said with a sigh. He winced a little beneath the weight of her arm and he leaned back in the co-pilot's chair. He rubbed his eyes, as if he hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in ages. "You know...I don't mean to be all this trouble. I'll understand if you don't want to get stuck with me for any long period of time."
Oh, he really meant it, not trying to pull on any lingering sympathy at all. He was a man after all, couldn't appear too pathetic. They still had to get to this freakin' planet after all, and do all that laying low. And maybe see what credits could be had while the gettin' was good.
He smiled instead, flicking his head to the hologram again. "Before we get all teary-eyed, though, shall I set the coordinates to our new destination...Capta in?"
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"Trouble? Pah. Don't be stupid," Jericho said with a roll of her eyes, still using his head as a table. She waved her free hand.
"Do the thing, first mate!"
And she gave him a look as she said it, eyebrows raised, as though challenging him to dispute it.
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Gods, was she always this weird after sex and getting shot at? Because if she was...
Cal didn't think he was going anywhere any time soon.
He smirked, feeling his face flushed a little and set the coordinates to the dusty planet below them. "Funny, how all that stuff out there looks so much smaller from sitting inside a vessel like this. Then bam! It's...y'know...a fucking whole world!"
He made explosion motions on either side of his head. "Mind. Blown," he said, eyes wide, as the ship started to lurch into proper direction, thrusters carrying them onward. "Hey, your elbow is starting to hurt, Jericho. It's kind of burrowing into my skull."
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Jericho gave the top of Cal's head an odd look, her eyebrow rising slowly and lips quirking into a smirk. Maybe she just took it all for granted, having been born in space and all, but...
"Yeah, I think it's called perspective or something," she said with a shrug as she glanced out at the many stars and swirling galaxies all around them. She'd lost her wonder a long time ago. Actually, she'd never had it in the first place. Growing up in space meant she'd grown up with this all being normal.
It was the terrestrial stuff she found mind-blowing.
"I try not to think about it too much. Too easy to start feeling like an ant, and then the next thing you know you're contemplating your existence and the meaning of life and how the heck the universe is finite when it has no borders! It's a slippery slope, Cal!"
She gave his hair an apologetic little ruffle before she slid her arm off and let it drop down to her side. "Think this planet serves like...steak? I could really go for a goddamned steak right now."
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Calixte rubbed that sore spot on the top of his head where her metal elbow had been. Not that he wasn't tough-skulled. Oh, he'd taken a beating or several in his day, but metal elbows were metal elbows and they were heavy and hurt after a while.
He just smirked at her. "Still hungry for steak huh?" he asked, winking at her. He got up to down another beer. They would touch down within the hour he suspected. In the meantime, she was nice to look at.
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Jericho smiled right back at him, nice and toothy, and snapped her teeth together with an audible click. "Ohhh yeah. A nice, thick, juicy, BIG piece of prime meat," she said, looking right at him. "Niiiice and bloody and still squirming."
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Good gods could she make a description. But that last remark had Cal gripping his junk. "Well, my meat ain't bloody! Meets all your criteria but bloody. If it was, I'd warn you first hand," he said, showing his teeth and growling in tease.
"I gotta hit the loo. Watch the holo, and see if we're any closer to that space rock," he said, disappearing and looking for the pisslock. An airlock, but for bathroom business.
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Ewwww...what an image.
Bloody penis. Gross.
Jericho wrinkled her nose at that, but recovered quickly enough to call after him, "Don't sit down when you flush! It'll suck your junk right out!"
And then she took a seat to watch the holo--where watch meant she glanced at it every now and then while she fiddled with her arm. A few button presses here and there, and she unhooked the bionic arm, revealing nothing but a small stump at her shoulder. The skin was fairly smooth, though; no scars, no signs of trauma. She took some wipes out from under the dash and started to clean the area after checking it over for skin breakdowns, absently humming some annoying pop song that always decided to pop into her head at random moments.
Stupid song.
The planet was drawing closer, and she glanced at the holo to watch more closely. With any luck, they'd be landing near a settlement and not in the middle of the bloody desert.
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Holy shit, was she ever right. Cal had taken her advice, but he was still wary of her facilities as if they were some alien beast of another nature.
"You weren't kidding! Good gods," he laughed, still cradling his junk and watching her fiddle with her arm. He took a seat beside her, turning it over to sit with the back against his chest.
"So do you have any cool augmentations on that thing? Y'know blades, hidden guns that pop out."
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"Eh? This old thing?" Jericho said, and tossed the wipe into a trash can before she got to putting her arm back on. A few adjustments here and there, and finally she flexed her arm and wiggled her fingers to make sure everything properly worked.
"Nawww. Though that'd be pretty damned awesome! I should get like lasers or something. Shoot lasers right from my fingertips. How sweet would that be? Pow!" she said, once again shooting Cal with her imaginary finger pistol.
"Can't shoot knives or anything from it, but I can lift super heavy shit! I could bench press you one-armed with this thing without breaking a sweat." A bright grin his way and she waggled her eyebrows. "Wanna try it?"
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He couldn't help himself. As weird as her arm was, it was fascinating. She didn't seem gimpy at all. He knew some smugglers that complained of papercuts and moaned about losing fingers. She lost a whole arm and it was just another day for her.
He applauded her attitude.
Abruptly he beamed. "Really? Hell yeah!" He got up from the chair and stood on front of her. "So what are you going to do? You gonna squat me or you need me to lie down?"
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Jericho rubbed her chin thoughtfully--truth be told, she'd never done this before, though she'd always wanted to!--before she moved the chairs out of the way and plopped down onto the ground. She stretched out onto her back and snapped the fingers of her natural hand to signal him over.
"Alright, so what you're gonna do is you're gonna sorta lean back onto my metal arm," she said, stretching said arm straight out. "Just fall back onto it--but gently so you don't hurt yourself! I'll catch you. Just trust me. Preeetty sure I can support your legs with my other arm...though that arm's the wussy arm so we'll see! Just make yourself like a plank and we'll see how this goes!"
She held both around out and ready for him, grinning. What could she say, she was a bit of a show-off, and she liked being the one that wore the pants. So to speak.
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"Wait? You've never done this before?" Yet despite her only being pretty sure, Cal was undeterred. After all, one couldn't vain experience if someone wasn't willing to give it to then.
He waited for her to position herself before deciding it might be better to proceed on his front instead of his back. He crawled over her until he was certain her metal hand was secure on his chest and kept her other hand on his hip and when he was ready, settled his weight on her.
"Holy shit! All right? You okay?" He tried not to laugh because so far so good.
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Ah, smart thinking, Cal! That adjustment worked, and probably worked better than what she'd been thinking. Of course, now she just had to try not to move in an unfortunate way and grab his balls.
That wouldn't be a happy moment for him.
Cal settled his weight on her, and Jericho braced herself. When he settled on her bionic arm, it didn't give at all; it was unwavering as a sturdy old oak. Her other hand, which she adjusted a little to press into his pelvis, had more difficulty. That arm shook and strained (goddamn noodle arm!), but her bionic arm held fast and supported the brunt of his weight.
She laughed, looking up at him. "Pshhhht, I'm fiiine! This is me we're talking about, man! Jericho Fox, infamous pirate queen, lightweight champion of...bench-pressing dudes or something."
And with a grunt, she bent her arms and brought Cal down toward her chest, then pushed him back up, her real arm wobbling as her bionic arm steadied itself effortlessly. "Oof! Man, glad I decided to do this after you hit the loo!"
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As weird as this was...Cal wasn't going to lie, this was a total turn on. Oh sure not every guy would think that, but he wasn't most guys. Strong women were always interesting and thankfully Cal never considered his manhood on danger of being diminished.
He burst out laughing, trying to contain himself and keep himself from falling. "Fuck! This is pretty awesome!"
"Don't make me laugh or I'll fall on ya!" But he couldn't stop laughing and snorted uncontrollably.
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Oh my god he snorted when he laughed.
"Hey! No! Stop that! Ahaha, staaaahp!" Jericho snickered, then laughed--and when in trying to repress her laughter she wound up snorting right alongside him, she was done for.
She burst into laughter and her organic arm went weak and have out completely, and in the process she lost her hold on him with her bionic arm, and the next thing she knew she was trapped beneath him--and cry-laughing all the harder for it, though it came out more like wheezes with his weight on her chest.
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Oh and he fell on her haaaaard! And he could tell from her wheezing that some of the breath was knocked out of her. Still the laughter chortled out of him and he turned over so he was on the other side of her and her head was beside his.
Her arm indeed bench pressed him, and if it weren't the laughter, he was certain she could've done a few more. "Wow! That was...pretty" -snort- " damn cool." His gut was hurting so good. "So what the hell are we laughing about?"
But he couldn't stop.
So instead he grabbed her by the tie and laughed into a kiss.
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"Pffffhahaha I dunno! You started it! You tell me! This is all your faulmmmph!"
Cal cut her off with a kiss, pulling her into it by her tie, and Jericho tensed in surprise for a moment before relaxing against his lips. She laughed against his mouth, which made her kiss sloppy, and looped her arms around his neck to pull him in closer.
"Butthead. I think that's cheating or something. Somehow," she said, and snickered before giving him another kiss, deciding she liked that well enough. Huh. "Haven't decided what you're cheating, but I'm making an executive decision that it's cheating just because I can."
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"Well, isn't that kind of like cheating?" He laughed against her lips again, giving another snort. "Cheaters declare other people are cheating often. It diverts the attention away from them."
Lips prodded against hers, rolling his tongue along her lips until it gained entry and he kissed her sensually, hand wrapping into the bundle of her hair.
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Jericho might have argued that, but then Cal's mouth was on hers again, and her tongue was sliding along his with a small, pleased moan. She had to admit, he was a damned fine kisser. Best one she'd kissed--or fucked. Maybe the electricity had something to do with it, but she wasn't going to overthink it; she was happy to just go with the flow, her lips moving against his and teeth gently nibbling, goosebumps rising all along her skin.
With a little shiver, she chuckled into the kiss.
"You tryna get in my pants again?"
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They were some juicy kisses, if he did say so himself. Cal even kept the saliva to a minimum. There wasn't any reason either of them had to slobber over one another. And frankly, kissing like this made him moan softly against her. He cupped her face.Oh?
"Truthfully? No, but it would be an awesome bonus. Is it working?"
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Jericho pursed her lips and gazed thoughtfully up at the ceiling, as though in deep thought.
"Hmmm...maybe! Probably. Kiss my neck and I'm yours for sure," she said, and captured his lips again, her bionic hand cupping the back of his neck--and hopefully it wasn't too cold. "Bah...we just got dressed, too. What was even the point of that?"
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Nope not too cold and just the right encouragement for him to lean down against her neck and leave a hickey there. Yup just like being a teenager again. And it worked. Well, most of the time. "These certainly are very complex conundrums. We should see what the answer entails," he said, licking along her throat and leaving another wet kiss onthe other side.
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"Argh...you just give me a hickey? You bastard!" Jericho whined with a breathy laugh, wiggling as Cal sucked and licked on her neck, but despite her complaint she wasn't stopping him. She couldn't. She wasn't lying about the neck thing, it was her bloody weakness! Her shoulders hitched up around her ears as it tickled in all the right ways, making her heart beat faster--and sending pleasant tingles to all the best places as she dragged her nails over his back, his shirt saving him from some red marks.
Suddenly, she shifted, rolling atop Cal and lightly pinning him with another searing kiss. "How long you think we've got 'til we touch down?"
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She was still salty from their previous venture, he just hoped that nothing would interrupt them like last time. Not that anything had really interrupted them. Ignoring the fact that it had been after the action. Cal just purred as satisfied as a kitten in cream.
"Probably fifteen minutes, maybe less," he said, getting settled beneath her. Not that fifteen minutes wasn't more than a enough time for a few rounds of hot and heavy. "Why? You got something on your mind, Cap't'n?"
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"Fifteen minutes, huh?" Jericho said, and gave a lazy roll of her hips, lightly grinding their crotches together as she pressed another teasing, nibbling kiss to his lips.
"Hmmm...yeah, I just don't know, Cal! Wonder what we could do to kill fifteen minutes? I'm gonna have to take a moment, think real good and hard about that. Maybe something that involves no pants?"
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Oh god she was good.... Really good. Daaaaaaaaamn good at enticing his groin to come up to the task.
He gasped, and laughed at her suggestion. "Oh, things with no pants! I love not wearing pants! Twirly-bird. That's always fun," he laughed and leaned up to kiss at her neck again, moaning in protest at all the teasing, but not wanting her to stop all the same.
"You sure you're up for it, Captain Jericho Fox?" he asked, raising a brow. "You're not too sore from last time?"
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"Damn, I love it when you call me 'Captain'," Jericho sighed, arching into his kisses and tilting her head so he could get at her neck. Alright, yeah, so there were definitely perks to having someone else on board. Flying solo, no one ever called her by her title. No one talked to her at all, actually. Except when she got bored and prank called random ships.
That was always a hoot.
She slipped her bionic hand down between them to start undoing Cal's pants. "Think I've got one more in me before this box--" She motioned to her groin. "--gets a lock on it."
Another kiss, and she kicked off her own jeans, then her panties (still lined with a paper towel--classy!), and lifted her top, too lazy to take it off all the way. "At least for a day or two," she continued, as she slipped her real hand down his pants and took him in hand, sliding all up and down him. "Not to stroke your ego too much but yeah. I'm feeling it."
And with a little smirk down at him, she leaned down and smashed their lips together again, tasting and teasing him and moaning lightly against his lips, deciding that, maybe, this was also one of those perks to having crew. Weird to think she'd wanted to shoot him hours ago for stealing her pizza, and now she had her hand down his pants.
What could she say? She forgave easily.
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Hey if the Captain thing was working for her, Cal had no qualms about calling her that, even when during Not-Sex. And, it didn't hurt if it this was what the result of dutiful first-matery. Or whatever that was called. So he just leaned back and enjoyed the show. Or what he could see.
"Holy fuck," he hissed, breath hitching as he lifted up his hips and jerked at the motion of her metal hand unbuckling his pants. Not that there was much effort in that. Well, she certainly didn't waste any time. Good, they didn't have any to waste! Fifteen minutes could vanish in a flash.
But damn her hand felt nice around him. "Hey, now, I never said I was a braggart." Except he was some of the time. A lot of the time. "I'm sure you'll keep my ego in check, in case it gets too swelled."
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"Something's getting swelled," Jericho snickered with a few more twisting strokes of her hand, delighting in his squirming and the tingle of electricity she felt in her palm even then. She would have loved to drag it out longer, buuut of course they were on a time limit here, so they had to make it a quickie.
Lifting up on him a bit, she reached down, grabbed his pants by the sides, and shucked them and his underwear down his hips to his thighs. She was guessing he didn't have a change of clothes; might be awkward walking around with a big wet spot there.
Crawling atop him again, she kissed him, on the lips, his jaw, his neck, even as she brought her hips down and started to rub their sexes together, gasping at the jolts that passed over her clit and focusing her attentions there for the moment, her body shuddering wonderfully. "So..." she said, and nibbled at his ear. "...The fuck's twirly-bird?"
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Goodness, the fact that she was so quick about was a definite turn on. No roses or romance here, not that Cal minded not being wined and dined. He was always ready. Another perk of his psychic ability. He lifted his hips to help her shove his trousers and underwear down.
Really, why had they bothered to get dressed at all?
"Oh... fuuuuuck," he groaned, breath hitching as their sexes slid together. Already he was wishing they had more than fifteen minutes to work with. Looks like they would just have to make the most of it, wouldn't they.
Oh, she...didn't know what that was? Suddenly, he started to laugh, snorting against her neck. "Its uh...when a guy spins his dick around like a propeller," he answered, trying hard to contain his laughter amidst the moans that wanted to come out.
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"What? Really?!" Jericho said, and she burst into laughter, collapsing atop him and for a moment too helpless to move. What a visual! She tried to imagine Cal standing around in the bathroom, watching himself in the mirror as he did Propeller Dick and only laughed harder.
"Do...do you do that? Just...just stand around and...and...pfffffh ahaha! Oh my tits men are so weird! Then again, speaking of tits, I guess if I had bigger ones maybe I'd bounce 'em around or something. Probably waggle my dick if I had one, too..."
She snickered helplessly, wiping tears from her eyes. "Twirly-bird. You're gonna have to show me."
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He knew he was taking a risk by telling her, that she would laugh. But he couldn't help himself, he was laughing too! He put a hand over his mouth, trying not to snort when she laughed and fell on him. Because the image was hilarious!
Oh and she had to ask him!
"Um....nooooooo?" He laughed harder. "Okay, I've done it. But-but, just ONCE! Okay, maybe three times....maybe a few more."
Cal sobered just enough to admire her chest. "I dunno I kind of like your tits. They feel nice in my hand," he said and leaned in and lapped at one, sucking lightly on a nipple until she asked him to show her. "Oh, no! No, no, no... Its.. God! You really want to see that?"
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Jericho's laughter died when his mouth found a nipple, going from an amused cackle to a surprised moan. Still she managed a sly grin at his question, at his disbelief.
Did he really need to ask?
"Damn right I wanna see that," she said, face flushing with heat. "It's too good to pass up! But first, before you twirly-bird it solo, I want you twirly-birding in me. If that's even a thing. I guess it is now." She sat up and slid along him again, slicking him up--right! Limited time!--before she lifted her hips and took him in hand, stroking him base to tip. Finally she positioned him against her and started to bear down on him, biting her lip as a brief look of discomfort crossed her features (okay, so she was pretty sore) before, finally, she slid down onto him with a gasp as he filled her--tingles and all.
"We've got like twelve minutes now," she said when she could breathe again, now fully straddling him. She leaned over to fetch her cell phone from her jeans pocket, and then thumbed through the screens casually, as though Cal wasn't balls deep in her, and then set the phone aside. She grinned down at him. "I set a timer just in case."
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Fuckballs, fuck him. He didn't regret saying anything, but the thought of twirly-birding inside of her was daunting and exciting at the same time. It wasn't a challenge he could turn down. "Aw, fuck. Okay, challenge accepted," he said, winking at her, as she mounted him. As soon as she was deep in the saddle, Cal went to work.
"Time away, baby cakes," he said, one hand slapping her ass and inviting her to rest easy on him. Cal thrust his cock up inside her, in patterns of slow and fast, undulating his hips and bouncing her on his lap. He twirled, as she insisted, circling his hips feelingly along her walls.
"Your head spinning yet?"
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...Whoa.
When Jericho had told him to twirly-bird inside him, it had been a joke! She really just meant he needed to start getting busy, but...
She was so not complaining.
Apparently Cal was the literal sort. Duly-freakin'-noted!
"Oh hell!" she gasped as he began to move, falling forward against his chest with her face tucked against the junction of his shoulder and neck. She bit him there, not too hard, to muffle her cries as he undulated, more than happy to let him do the work as he bounced her on his cock. Another time and she might have called him out on that pet name--such things drove her batty--but right then, she was happy to let it slide as long as he kept sliding and rotating inside of her, stroking and jolting sensitive places she didn't know she had.
"Fuck my head, the goddamned world's spinning!" she managed to cry out, hips starting to move against his even as he worked, rolling and grinding as, before long, she couldn't bear to hold still. She aimed to match him, though her rhythm was still a little off, and ground her pelvis into him with each downward stroke to rub her clit against him.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck, new rule! Don't you--ah!--dare fucking come 'til that timer goes off!" she told him, and nibbled his earlobe, her breath coming out in hot pants against his skin.
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It wasn't that he was literal-minded, it was just his way of making her eat her words. And from the sounds of it, she was doing just that. Her sudden fall against his chest had jerked her body down on his cock, and he grunted at the added tension. Not that was complaining.
His hands gripped her ass, revelling in the muscle he found there and digging his nails into it, using it as a grip, to shove her down onto him. Small sparks of energy that stirred before began to build up inside of him. He enjoyed the haphazard way the tingling turned against him and rebounded again into. His senses heightened at every feeling that roiled in him.
Like static building, Cal whimpered against her. Then his eyes shot open. "What? The whole time? And how do you possibly expect me to control that?" he asked, slapping her other ass cheek. "What if you...come...before that?" He moaned unreservedly, turning his face to her chest and began the trace of lapping his tongue against her nipple, sucking on her breast.
"You make me snap, crackle, and pop, Jericurl," he panted against her skin, soon lapping and biting at her neck.
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"Jericurl? What the--ohh, fuck..." Jericho gasped, her scolding promptly giving way to fresh moans as she melted into those little neck licks and bites. As long as he didn't bite too hard, she was all about the attention he gave her there, fresh goosebumps rising along her skin as delicious shivers went sliding down her spine. His kisses were, quite literally, electrifying.
Smashing her lips to his again when the teasing became too much and threatened to start tickling, she tangled her tongue with his and sucked at his lip before she broke it with hitched breath. "And to answer your--your question," she panted, biting her lip against the sharp cries that wanted to pour out, "I'll remind you I've got a...a vagina, not a dick. I-I can go more than--ah!--more than once."
She gave his lips a playful lick, smirking a challenge at him, before she pushed against his chest so she could sit up again, then leaned back with her hands resting behind her on his thighs. She began to move again, sliding up along him before plunging back down, circling her hips and grinding against him before doing it again, her eyes closed and lips parted with her gasps and whimpers. "O-or we could say...first one to come loses," she teased--even though with the way they were going, she might very well be the "loser".
Which wasn't the worst thing to lose at! In her case. She'd be pretty irked if she won, actually.
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Cal had meant to call her Jericurl. Anything to tick her off just enough, because rough sex was awesome sex and Jericho riled up, made for fabulous sex, and that was the kind of gettin' laid Cal lived for. And if it was any consolation, it was also a funny name.
His eyes flashed open at her insinuation. "Are you trying to say I'm a one shot pistol?" he barked a laugh. "It don't take long...to get my engine...going again... I'm gonna make you...regret those words. FUCK ME!" It was an unintended whimpering cry. Hewas a man after all. "GODS!"
Calixte panted hard, trying to hold his load when she started to come down on him like that! "Fuckfuckfuckfuck," he moaned, shutting his eyes tight and letting her handle him as she pleased. He arched up into her, countering her circling in the opposite direction.
Though he moaned loudly, Cal was determined here. "You'll lose," he croaked out. "You're gonna lose so hard you're going to see your brains!"
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"Prove that you're not," Jericho gasped out as she rode him hard, her thighs sore from moving in a way she hadn't for some time, and yet the burn only added to the heat of the moment. After all, it wasn't good sex unless she'd be feeling it later, a pleasant reminder of the raunchy fun she'd had. "Talk is cheap, I--ah!--I want proof, Cally!"
But losing was winning in her case, and oh, but she wanted him to make her regret every word she spoke. Because his determination felt amazing as she bounced and grinded on him, as he countered her thrusts with his own, and soon her body was tightening and trembling as that slow buildup threatened to explode. Her motions grew jerkier, harder, her body slapping against his, and when she found just the right angle that had her shivering and gasping--
Well, she didn't last long after that.
Words failed her then, wordless moans and whimpers replacing them, and her hands flew up to her mouth as she let out a high, sharp cry as the spasms and trembling overtook her. Pleasure flooded her, so intense she could have sworn she saw white behind her closed eyes, and though she tried to keep moving, tried to keep riding it out, she was shaking so much she could barely move, much less breathe.
"Ohhhfuck!" she gasped, falling against his chest, still shuddering uncontrollably.
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Her body burned hotly against him. And the pain of friction would probably come to haunt him later. But that was really the last thing he was focusing on in this moment because the intensity of their bodies meeting and greeting time and again had him yelping. If he didn't know any better - and he didn't - he could've sworn he saw his brain once or twice. "Eas-oh never mind," he said, cutting himself short.
The chopped up inhibitor implanted in him sent a thrill through his brain and when he found her body tensing and giving into it at last, his climax came in a hues of neon blue. Was it the light of the dials on that ship, the hum of the engine, or just the thrill kf getting laid after being caged up for long, he didn't know. Didn't want to know.
He clutched her tightly to him, encased in the vise of her thighs, and he didn't want to move. He panted, breath catching at times on a raw throat. Swallowing hard, he managed a few grunts, proving he was still alive and looked up at her, eyes wry and sly. "You ready to go again?"
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Jericho was still trembling all around him, still riding that wave of pleasure and enjoying the intensity of his own release when...
...Really?
Panting heavily and clinging tightly to him despite the heaviness of her limbs, she managed to lift her head and stare down at him, her cheeks flushed and skin shining with sweat. "Again?" she repeated, incredulous. Most guys she'd been with were one and done, shooting their load and then becoming pretty much useless. Which was fine for her, if she got off first, because after that she was ready to leave too. The worst was when they fell asleep on top of her. Assholes.
Blinking in surprise, she gave her hips an experimental wiggle, shuddering at the sensation as her breath hitched, and then looked back at him. "Didn't ya just...wasn't that...? You didn't come?"
It had sure felt like it! But sometimes it could be hard to tell. Damn, the guy really was pent up!
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"I did, I swear," he panted. He was grinning like an idiot just staring up at her. "I mean if you can't I understand, not everyone has the stamina for multiple rounds. I wouldn't want to kill you after all. I guess I just recover quickly."
He wouldn't mind just laying here either beneath her, it wasn't a bad position to be in except for maybe a hard knob was poking into his back. He leaned up and caught her lips, plucking at their soreness and he gave a soft growl. "If you can't take the heat, then just say Killer Tomato. Or we could..just save it for later," he murmured, kissing her deeper.
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"Can't take the heat...as if," Jericho scoffed against his lips, before melting into the kiss and giving his own lip a sharper nibble. "I've got more stamina than you can shake your dick at, Cally."
Actually, she was pretty damned exhausted now, after doing this twice in a row after months of not exercising in quite this fashion, but hell if she was going to be the first to cry uncle. Maybe it was silly, but she hated being one-upped. And the alarm hadn't gone off yet. Gods, was she really that quick of a lay?
Wrapping her arms around him, she rolled, bringing him with her and grunting as the floor dug uncomfortably into her hip before she stretched out onto her back. Ow. Should've probably thought about laying down something soft, but she hadn't really figured she'd be banging on the floor anytime soon.
"You want more? It's your turn to do the work. I've been doing aaaall of it."
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"Really? You're not absolutely exhausted?" he chuckled, kissing along her neck. Calixte could fet used to this. Hrmm, the last time he got used to something, it was snatched from him, unpleasantly so and he soon found himself sold to TRIM to be studied and poked like the lab rat he'd become. Was that how this would end up too, and suddenly he was having second thoughts, and even at the risk of being sold out again, he didn't think he could give up getting laid quite yet.
Next time he'd definitely stop before things got too hairy. Somehow in the midst of all their scruffing, huffing, and roughing, they ended up in a heap of limbs and panting and by now Cal was feeling the burn. He didn't remember how they got on a bed. Or what passed for a bed on a vessel like this, but it was a heck of a lot more comfortable than that nub in his ass.
Cal was panting, only cutting his eyes to her briefly in the aftermath, wondering if he really did kill her this time. That would be a bummer.
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The timer had gone off somewhere during all that--in fact, Jericho could still hear her phone playing some elevator music tune on an endless loop out in the other room where she'd left it. She didn't have the energy to get up and turn it off, even though it was slowly driving her insane. It was all she could do to just lay there, comatose and panting, pleasant endorphins flooding her system though beneath it all, she could tell she was going to have so much regret in a few minutes when she tried to walk again. Just because she was too proud to back down from a little playful teasing.
Now they were in her little bed, which was wedged into a wall to preserve space on the small ship. she was kind of impressed that she'd only banged her head against the ceiling twice. Yeah, she'd seen stars in several different ways!
"Ughhhh," she finally moaned, rolling over--and accidentally knocking her bionic arm into Cal's chest. "I swear if I have to hear that damned music one more time...Caaaaal. Go turn off my phone."
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Cal turned over again and laid his head on her chest, and he made a groan, perhaps of protest. "Why'd you make an alarm in the first place?" he said.
He rolled over her, ass naked and went out to get her phone. He found it, flipping in his hand and handed it to her. "It's got a lock on it," he said and laid back on the edge of the bed.
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'"Cause I was stupid," Jericho grumbled as she took the phone and entered in her password: 1313. She silenced the alarm, then tossed the phone onto a pillow. "'Cause we were supposed to be up and dressed and ready to do by the time the ship touched down."
She looked Cal over, then looked at herself, and stretched her arms out and under her head. "See how far that got us. Now I feel like hibernating for the next week--after a long-ass shower. And washing my sheets. You made a mess of them."
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"Oh yeah, that's what we were doing before you started grinding on me," Cal said and he rested on his arms. Biting his lip, he looked her over. Damn she was fine when she was tuckered out. It definitely wasn't just the juices talking either. She was damn attractive, and he knew it wasn't just because she was the first meatgrinder that gave him the time of day.
"Don't remember if I asked, but how'd you lose the arm?" He asked, turning on his side and resting on his arm as it made a triangle and held up his head. "Or is it too soon for me to know?"
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Jericho blinked at his question, then paused as though having to think. Had she told him already? She thought she did, but maybe she didn't. Shit. Uh. Hm. What had she told him?
"Oh, y'know. I got captured by some assholes and tortured, as they do. They started with my fingers and when I wouldn't talk, they started taking more and more of my arm. By the time I busted outta there, high on adrenaline, I was left with ol' nubby there." She gave a flippant wave of her bionic hand, yawning.
"Nasty business. But I took way more than an arm from them when I was through with them!" she added with a grin.
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"People wanted to torture you? And for what, you owe someone money real bad?" Cal grinned just a bit. Oh he had his fair share of run ins with people that wanted him. Most of the time dead, or with a few fingers less. Calixte never let himself get caught the same way twice, but...he had been caught enough times to know what she was talking about.
"So how'd you get the bionic one though? Found it on a junkship?"
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Jericho sat up so quickly she smacked her head on the ceiling again. With an oof, she clasped her head, rubbing it sorely, and scowled hard at Cal.
"A junkship?! You calling my arm junk? Does it look like junk? Is it trashy to you?" She waved her bionic hand in front of his face, wiggling her fingers. "This baby is beautiful! I wouldn't put junk on my arm! Fuck no! I paid good, honest money for this thing!"
She paused. "Some of the money was honest, at least. But no! I got this baby on the Cancer. Visited this guy, specializes in prosthetics. Got me all custom fit and everything--in fact this thing won't work on someone else's stump. It's got like sensors or something in it that recognizes organic matter and blah blah DNA something or other, I'm no scientist, I don't know how it works, it just does. Anyway, this thing is worth a ton--and don't you even think about ganking it and selling it on the black market 'cause I'll find you and I'll shank you, good sex or not."
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Cal immediately put his hands up. Whoa there, someone had a temper. And...the threat of being shanked just brought back memories of good times, he couldn't help it. "I was just asking out of curiosity. And you went and hit your head for nothing, sweetness. I didn't mean your arm was junk so cool your jets, 'kay?"
He chuckled and relaxed again. "Besides, I wouldn't want to cripple you more than I need to, someone's gotta be captain and it sure as shit won't be me. I've got enough things on my mind than that. I certainly don't want you plotting to shank me while I'm at it. We cool?"
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Jericho barked a laugh and playfully punched Cal's shoulder. "We cool, man, we cool. Just wanted to clear that up. Don't insult the hand that can give you a handy without ever wearing out."
She grinned wickedly at that, though it was really just a theory. She wasn't actually sure how good one would feel, and none of the folks she'd been with had been interested in finding out. Most of the guys just seemed a little squeamish at the idea, since that arm was freakishly strong. They seemed to fear she would pop their dicks right off, like she didn't know her own strength. Pffft.
She rubbed her head again, a nice little lump forming, and then stretched. "Ugh. Do we have to get up?"
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Cal took the now relaxed Jericho in hand, well, her head in hand and he rubbed his fingers through her scalp, scratching lightly and finally ending up right where she'd bumped her head. Actually she had quite a few bumps along the way but he didn't want to make a note of how lumpy her head was since she was so touchy about her hand.
"Oh, a never ending handjob, huh? Maybe I'll take you up on that some day. Personally, I do enjoy the feel of a real hand, but I've never had a robo one working me up before. Still, I'm an equal-opportunity jerker. I don't hate or discriminate... too hard anyway," he said with a playful nip to her ear.
"But...we should probably get up. I think we probably touched down hours ago. Or minutes. I tend to lose track of time when I'm in the heat of it," he chuckled, nibbling on her earlobe casually.
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"You're gonna have to stop chewing on me if you want me to move," Jericho murmured with a little shiver, body as relaxed and stretched out as a cat laying in the sun. She didn't get much physical contact in the first place, loner that she was, and then when she did, it was to scratch an itch and be on her way. It wasn't often she just got caressed.
And all those scritches were making her scalp all tingly and wonderful.
Goddammit, she really didn't want to move now.
But, they did have things they had to do. Important things. So with a sigh, she finally swatted him away and say up (careful of the ceiling!), running her hands through her disheveled hair. "Where'd our clothes end up this time?"
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Yeah they should probably get out of bed, and only when she pulled away did Cal let her go and lick his lips in response. Normally he was a wham, bam, thank you sam. And even with the convenience of having a partner nearby, he supposed he shouldn't get so attached. It wasn't like the bump and grind had to be personal. He was just taking advantage of being spoiled.
"On the floor by the cockpit." He snorted. Ha, cockpit. "Get my pants would ya? Thanks, pearly buns." Reaching out, he pinched a piece of her backside as he got up. Cal knew he couldn't stay in bed all the time, and rolled out of the blankets and onto the floor with a thud.
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Pearly buns? Well, she supposed it was better than Jeri. Or--shudder--Jericurl. Still, she jumped when she was pinched and shot him a mock glare, before she looked down at her own ass with a lifted brow.
Yeah, she was pretty damned pasty. Not even the hint of a tan line anywhere.
"It's not like there's much sun out here, you know," she grumbled as she shuffled along to the--heh--cockpit, wincing as the muscles of her thighs and ass and even her freakin' arm ached. Damn, she really was out of shape, which was no surprise, really, since she was allergic to the gym. She grabbed up her clothes and pulled them on, cleaning herself with a wipe before she put on her underwear and jeans, then gathered up Cal's stuff and trudged on back.
She dumped his jeans onto his head. "There you go, silky balls."
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Cal carefully rolled up and put a finger on his ass, making a loud "Tsssss!" sound. He chuckled as he cleaned himself off and slipped his clothes back on. Frankly a hot shower would feel nice, but he wasn't going to complain just this moment. She'd been more than hospitable.
"So where the hell did we touch down on? You got some super secret smuggling business to handle?" he asked with a wink. He stretched and cracked some joints back into place and he yawned. Oh he'd be content to find a place to have a cold beer right now.
It was too bad, they had to get back to business.
[I forgot where they were going or what they were doing D:]
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[I backtracked and read because I forgot too. xD Turns out they're just going to hide out on this planet until things cool down!]
Ughhh, smuggling business.
Jericho pressed the cool metal of her bionic hand to her forehead and sighed. In all the excitement (and fun) her actual job had somehow fallen down a few bullet points on her priority list. "I did, but now that we're here I can't exactly meet my contact," she said as she fixed and straightened her tie. But then she looked over at Cal and grinned impishly.
"So I'll just get a new one. I'm sure there's someone on this shithole that could use some drugs. Everyone wants drugs." Oh, her contact would be pissed. But it wouldn't be the first time she screwed someone over.
That's why she had a fast ship.
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Sitting around, as tempting as it was, wasn't much of a viable option anymore. So Cal got up and got dressed, cleaned up as he could possibly get in their present state and listened carefully.
"Aw man, sorry. If I'm the blame for messing up that metting, I'm real sorry. I'd never like getting jibbed because people decided to do business with someone else. But you're captain now, so I'm on your crew now. Least till you get rid of me," he chuckled and hung in the door way as the vessel finally made it's landing.
"What drugs are you selling? Maybe I know someone too. You're right, someone's always looking to buy a high. Especially if it's a good one."
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"Some shit called 'Devil's Kiss'. Real original, right?" Jericho said with a roll of her eyes. "Accurate, though. Guess it's the best high you could ever get, and it's really popular in the bar scene since it's flavorless. But you gotta sell your soul for a taste--it's highly addicting. One time is all it takes."
She gave Cal a look. "Personally, I'll stick to weed. Not worth it. You still got connections, though?" she added, switching topics abruptly as she strapped her thigh holsters back on and secured her guns. "After being...you know...a lab rat? And all the way out here, too?"
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"Yeah, I've got my connections," he replied and just followed Jericho where she might need an extra hand. "I mean, I was away for a while, but I've got people I used to ship for. Pilot and help them get passed security systems. I guess somebody wasn't too happy with me on a job. The memory is flickered, and hard to get to. They poked my brain an awful lot at TRIM. I was...sold, I think, to TRIM for a fast buck.
"Hell, now that I think about it... maybe people didn't even notice I was missing. Well, this will be one hell of a surprise for them. All right, now I'll help you start moving this stuff, or anything else you need, Captain. We don't have all day."
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"Let's see about finding potential buyers on this space rock before we start moving shit," Jericho said with a lazy stretch, fingers laced above her head. Her back popped and she winced. Oof. Yeah, fucking on the floor had been fun and all, but her body was feeling it. Felt like she'd been laying on a goddamned bolt.
She poked at her lower back, feeling a budding bruise, and then rolled her shoulders. What an eventful day.
She motioned Cal to follow as she headed down the hall for the cargo bay. "I'll just grab a quick sample before we head out. Let people see what we're selling. So, uhhh...about this whole TRIM thing..."
Reaching the cargo bay, she pushed the already loosened lid off one of the crates and dug around, fishing out a small vial of a bright pink, luminous liquid. She pocketed it and motioned him toward the door. "What was that like? And how the fuck'd you escape? I always heard it was impossible. And you were an experiment? So like, all the shit you hear about it's true? Like, I knew that place is shady as fuck, but it's almost like the space boogeyman, y'know? Hell, my mom used to tell me she'd TRIM me if I was bad. See how well that worked, heh."