Perlious Cargo of a Mercurial Nature (Rhi!) (M)

[Lion]

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.

[Rhi-Rhi]

"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.

[Lion]

"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.

[Rhi-Rhi]

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.

[Lion]

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!"

[Rhi-Rhi]

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.

[Lion]

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.

[Rhi-Rhi]

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.

[Lion]

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.

[Rhi-Rhi]

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.

[Lion]

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!"

[Rhi-Rhi]

"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?"

[Lion]

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?"

[Rhi-Rhi]

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.

[Lion]

"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!"

[Rhi-Rhi]

"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."

[Lion]

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.

[Rhi-Rhi]

"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?"

[Lion]

"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."

[Rhi-Rhi]

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."