“What is it, Dahl?” Cassie asked sleepily.
“I don’t like sleeping alone,” Dahl admitted.
“Well, come sleep with me,” Cassie said scooting over to make room for him. She was surprised by his confession, but was very happy he came to lay with her.
“I’m very glad you came back to me today,” Cassie said to Dahl once he was in bed with her.
“I’m very glad I came back as well,” he said.
“I don’t know how to describe it, but I have very strong feelings for you,” Cassie admitted.
“I know,” Dahl said. “I feel the same way. I would like to explore these feelings further and I know you would like to as well. If you would like to, I would like to have a relationship with you.”
“I would like that very much,” Cassie said excitedly.
“I know you would,” Dahl said with a smile.
With that, Cassie gave Dahl a passionate kiss on the lips, curled into his arms and listened to the sound of his heart beating as they both drifted off to sleep…
THE END
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The war had lasted far longer than anyone could have ever imagined and Ester had grown long tired of it.
As one of the best fighter pilots in the fleet, however, there was no escaping it for her. She would remain in the fight until the unlikely event the war ended or until the much more likely event of her death.
In fact, death had danced close to Ester Rodriguez so many times that she could picture it clearly: maneuvering her Stinger between enemy ships, red laser bolts shooting around her as she spins and dodges. Then her luck runs out. A bolt pierces the engine of her fighter and it spins powerless and out of control.
Struggling, cursing, trying desperately to get herself back into combat as the enemy ship opens fire and her ship explodes, tearing her to shreds as metal and glass rip apart, as the vacuum of deep space ruptures her lungs and pops her eyeballs and boils her blood…
“Code Red, Code Red. Battle stations immediately. Repeat, Code Red.”
The emergency alarm interrupted Ester’s grim train of thought. She would have been grateful for the distraction if she had time.
Code Red. No time for anything but go, go, go…
Jumping out of her bunk, she looked around. Nobody. Ester pulled on her black leather pilot jacket, a large patch sewn onto the breast: five gold arrowheads signifying her status as Gold Squadron, the letters EMD patriotically announcing her affiliation with the Earth Military Defense.
Where the hell is Rocky? Her co-pilot, Rocky, was nowhere to be found. He better be ready. He better be in the hanger waiting for me and not in the laundry unit trying to fuck that little cleaning girl.
Rocky had been Ester’s co-pilot for two years and she knew he was trustworthy, fast-thinking and reliable. Rocky had only one downside in Ester’s eyes: his never-ending stream of Falgan hormones. She knew it wasn’t his fault though, it is just the way Falgans were hardwired.
The Falgan species was humanoid and had all the basic body shapes, organs and parts: bipedal with two arms and pairs of eyes, ears, lips, etcetera. On average, they were taller and more muscular than humans but with dark skin the thickness and color of well-worn leather.
The most compelling difference between humans and their Falgan comrades was sexual in nature. Falgans had naturally huge penises and they emitted a strong pheromone that smelled of a sweet, spicy cinnamon. This phenomenon not only made Falgans unnaturally sensual compared to humans but it made sexual relations a centerpiece of Falganian custom and tradition.
Fortunately, or unfortunately according to some, Flagans found humans irresistible. Male, female, both, three at a time, five, six. There was nothing Falgans would not involve themselves with when it came to pleasure.
Add in the fact that it was biologically impossible for a Falgan to impregnate an Earthling and it was no surprise that the Falgans were quite popular with Earth women. So popular that the general joke was that the fleet was kept alive and fighting with three things: food, fuel and hot Falgan sex.
Ester knew it was both cultural and biological but most of the time she just found it annoying having to constantly brush off their advances. Now, however, rushing onto the flight deck, Ester wasn’t concerned with the general state of Falganian sex habits or expertise. Where the fuck is Rocky? It’s a red alert.
She scanned the hanger and saw no sign of her partner. Dammit. She tucked her short black hair under her flight cap as she made her way towards her Stinger. There were nine Stingers in her squadron and as Ester neared her ship she saw all of her squad mates already climbing into their own sleek jet-like ships, adjusting controls, starting engines, preparing to roll out to the runway tube.
In the Stinger beside hers, Ginny glanced up from her controls, “Hey, you ready for this?”
Ester climbed into her Stinger and settled into the cockpit before she replied, “I’m ready for everything, I’m just not sure what’s up this time.”
Behind Ginny, her Falgan co-pilot, Dawndo, said, “You didn’t hear?”
Ester’s gaze moved from Ginny to Dawndo and back again. “Hear what?” she asked, “I was on sleep rotation, I’ve been out since morning call.”
Ester became aware of the rushed, nervous edge of the scene.
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