Getting the five C-NED bombs from the dead and drifting Stinger was difficult. Bringing the bombs back to the Mid-Point station was even harder.
She did it though, twice almost dying, once when she found a shorted wire on one of the bombs and a second time when she almost overshot the station on her return. If it wasn’t for Wesley catching me with that cord...
Together, Alexis and Wesley refitted the bombs for a manual detonation. She had to bypass the computer system, re-route the triggering mechanism. It took four hours to complete the process on all five bombs.
“Is that it?” She had finally leaned back and set down her soldering torch.
“I hope so.” She did wonder if her work was correct, if their theories and calculations on the timing of the explosions were accurate. “I really hope so.”
She looked at the watch on her wrist controls. “We have five hours.” She closed the small hatch on the bomb between them. “Four until we need to move into position.”
Wesley nodded, yes, four hours.
Alexis turned from his eyes, uncertain if she should be gazing into them right that moment. Four hours. Too much time to just ignore while simultaneously being not enough time to accomplish any task too engrossing or lengthy.
We just need something to take our minds off of death for an hour or two. That’s enough. That’s all we can ask for. There was a look in Wesley’s eyes that made her sorry she glanced back at him.
Oh my god… She shuffled her feet, toyed with the soldering torch… He has the same idea as I do… She felt him lean close to her… Not good, not good.
“Four hours…maybe this is the time you were talking about.”
She knew what he meant, she knew he was right, but she still had to play it aloof. “What do you mean?”
He put his hand on her thigh. “You said when we come up with our plan, when we’re safe and sound…” His fingers traced up her thigh, stopping at the border of her silk underwear that he knew was under her suit. “Once we were done, we could celebrate with a little…” His hands moved deftly to the zipper in the center of her breasts. Before she could argue, he slid it down and found the silk. She gasped as he brought his fingertips over her panties, pressed them into the trimmed mound of hair between her legs.
She grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand. Not moving it away, just stopping it. “Well, you’re wrong, smart-ass. Because we’re not safe, we’re not secure. Nothing has been done yet, you know that.”
“No,” he countered. “You’re wrong.” He removed his hand out of respect and leaned back, his expression growing serious. “Alexis, we’ve done everything we can. The plan we have is done. There’s no more preparation, no more calculation, no more second-guessing. All we can do is wait. We wait until it is time and then we do it. Correct?”
She didn’t look away. “Correct.”
“Well then…” He returned his hand to her silky warmth and brought his other hand to her face, caressing her cheek. “Can you think of a better way to take our mind off of manually detonating five C-NED class nuclear bombs?”
She glanced down. Something grew in his pants. Something thick.
Alexis licked her lips, wrestling with a decision already made. What the hell… Without a word, she kissed Wesley. A hungry kiss, wet and hard, grinding her lips on his. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight.
Wesley rubbed between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together around his hand. A tiny moan escaped her throat.
Breathing hard in between long deep kisses, Alexis felt his hands beginning to explore her body. Rubbing her back, running over her breasts.
Oh god… Her flight suit came down and off. One hand grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth harder onto his.
She unzipped his jacket and placed her hands on his strong chest. “I want you,” she whispered, sucking his earlobe. “Now.”
She slid his jacket off and let it fall to the floor. He ran his hands over her body, she felt him measuring the curve of her breasts, the taut lines of her abdomen.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”
Alexis next unfastened her bra, tossing it on the floor with the rest. Yes… She watched him take off his shirt… Yes… She admired his sculpted abs, his solid chest and strong arms… Yes…
Chapter 6
Pants off, silk panties pulled to the side, Wesley rubbed her lips with two fingers, toying with her, feeling her squirm against him.
Alexis felt the outline of his cock pressed against his flight pants. She saw it twitch again, begging to be set free. The thought was lost as he slid one finger slowly between her swollen lips, entering her wet core. She spread her legs wide, welcoming him in.
She pulled his pants and underwear down in one jerk and grabbed his cock. It was long, thick, the slightest of curves bending the shaft to the right. She gave it a small stroke and his entire body bucked.
His finger slid deeper inside her. Oh my god… She couldn’t believe how she felt. On fire. Dripping with need.
He began working her harder, one finger became two, and he moved them in and out, in and out, alternating between fast and slow strokes, responding to her body as she moved with him.
With no warning, he stopped, grabbed her legs and pulled her onto him, then forward, laying her on the cool metal floor. He eased himself on top of her, kissed her mouth, her cheek, her chin. Moving down to her neck, exploring her shoulders and throat with his lips and fingertips. She moaned, playing with his short hair, fingers sinking into his strong back.
Further down, he kissed her breasts, all over them, cupping them in his warm hands, licking their soft sides, lifting them, kissing along the bottoms. Finally, he gave her rose nipples attention, a firm nibble and then soft kisses, a flick of his tongue. He continued gently fondling her small breasts as he moved downward.
Across her toned stomach, along the curve of her hips and the insides of her thighs. She closed her eyes and just felt his hands, his fingers, his lips, and when his tongue found her wetness, when it ran slowly up between the swollen warmth of her lips, she shuddered and gripped his hair, wrapped it in the fingers of her clenched fist.
“Yes…” She pulled his mouth harder onto her. His tongue was firm and he dipped in deeper. He gently licked the outside of her opening, finally settling on the small bump of her clit.
Alexis propped herself up on one elbow, wanting to watch him as he pleasured her.
He looked up, meeting her eyes, his mouth covered in her juices. “Good?”
She couldn’t speak. Good? Her only reply was to pull him by the hair, yanking his mouth back onto her. It’s great.
He continued licking, tasting her, toying with her clit until she could take it no longer. Now… She pulled him off of her, bringing him back up to her… Now… She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.
Alexis rolled over on top of him, pushed him down and knelt over him. “Now.” She straddled him, sitting on his muscular thighs. He smiled at her. She grinned, taking his cock in her hands and beginning to stroke it.
She bent down, gave the hot head a wet kiss. Another kiss, this time taking it in deeper, the whole head in her mouth, her tongue running over the pulsing vein running along the underside of the thick shaft.
She came up, a drop of spit clinging to the edge of her lips. He shifted underneath her, mad with desire. “Alexis, I…” She leaned down and kissed him, shutting him up.
Not allowing him to speak, she shifted her weight up, bringing herself closer to him. She felt his cock pressing against her vulva. So long… She moved her hips, feeling the girth of his shaft as she rubbed herself against it… It’s so long… It’s been… She took his cock in her hand, angled it up, rubbed the fat head between her lips… So long…
She pressed her weight down, feeling him enter her, feeling the tension inside her core loosen as his shaft slid in deeper.
When he was completely mingled with her, when flesh was buried with
in flesh, everything hot and wet and slippery, she began to rock on top of him. Slowly at first, feeling the entirety of him filling her.
After a few moments, once their bodies were caught in one another’s rhythm, she began to move a little faster. Then a little faster. He grabbed her ass and she fucked him, guided his hands over her stomach and breasts.
She dug her nails into his chest, he winced but urged her on.
Alexis gazed over his sexy military body. Strong arms with large hands resting on her thighs. Sculpted pecs, six-pack abs, tight muscles visible as his lithe body moved beneath her. His skin glistened with perspiration and she realized she was sweating too. I’m… getting… she fucked and fucked… a hell of a workout…
She smiled at him as she worked and he reached up and cupped her cheek. “Alexis, I…” She shushed him with her index finger over his mouth. Don’t speak, don’t talk, don’t ruin it. She began fucking him harder, pounding her ass against his pelvis.
He grunted and she growled, feeling wild, animalistic. She wanted to fuck him until she combusted, until her body burst into flames and her brain exploded. Fuck it all away, fuck it away, just feel it, here, now, fuck the rest of the world, the rest of time, away… please…
She was thrown off balance. She opened her eyes, not realizing she had shut them. Wesley was tipping her over. She braced herself to hit the floor but he gracefully swooped under her, gently laying her down on the cool tiles with his strong arms.
Her eyes were wide with surprise but he ignored it, leaning close to her and whispering, “My turn.”
Who was she to argue?
He climbed on top of her, his cock in one hand. He pushed it between her lips easily—she was open and waiting.
He felt bigger inside of her from this angle. He moved in and out, in and out, a little at a time, then more and more. Deeper, stronger, harder, each thrust left her moaning, her head lolling around in ecstasy.
“Fuck me.” He did. He fucked her harder. She wrapped her legs around him as he buried into her again and again. Momentarily loosing control, Alexis screamed in pleasure.
He hit a sweet spot at a good angle and she laughed as her body bucked in delight.
She felt it building within. Oh… She was swollen, her skin sensitive. His fingertips grazing her shoulder made her shiver. It’s going to… I’m…
When she felt it growing too intense to fight, she came with a furious yell.
Her body jerked as the orgasm overpowered her senses. Ohh… I… Ohhh… waves of pleasure slammed her, it was so good… it’s so good, it’s so much…
His body bucked in her grasp as his spasms faded, growing softer, random spasms hitting him. “It’s… it’s… it’s…” was all he could manage.
A goofy grin spread across his face. Alexis smiled and began to laugh.
His laugh grew and he collapsed on her. “What can I say,” he whispered hoarsely into her hair, “you make me insane.”
They kissed, she whispered, her voice blowing on his lips, “I think you were insane waaaay before me.”
Another kiss. They felt high. “Maybe,” he answered, settling his body against hers. “But you certainly don’t help matters any.”
Time passed. Laughing, joking, kissing, cuddling. He spread out their clothes and they laid down on them, legs intertwining, arms around each other’s bodies. And in that time, they forgot, they did not worry, they were, even if only for a brief moment in time, happy and alive with not a care in the world.
Chapter 7
Alexis’ heart pounded in her chest as she waited. Oh my god, it’s so big…
The alien ship was massive, much larger than she could have ever imagined. The photos, the calculations, none of it did any justice.
The silver metal of the ship had an iridescent gloss to it, a rainbow of colors zagged over its surface as it passed. Her wrist computer wasn’t picking up any readings, no repulsion generators or electromagnetic shields. Okay.
She glanced at Wesley, gave him the thumbs up. Let’s do it.
Alexis let go of the Stinger shell and pushed off. At the same time, Wesley pushed off. They floated towards the ship, quietly closing the distance with their arms wrapped around the C-NED bombs. Alexis had three, Wesley had two.
The bombs were strapped to their bodies, rigged and ready to blow. All they needed to do was activate the timer.
And then the 20-minute countdown would begin.
Alexis and Wesley also had fire extinguishers strapped to their utility belts. These would be used to expedite and steer their retreat once the bombs were placed. It’s a bad plan. Alexis told Wesley that. It’s my plan and I know it’s a bad plan but it’s better than our other options.
He agreed. A bad plan is better than no plan at all. If you’re going to die, die with your boots on.
Closer they floated. Alexis guiding herself towards the guns bolted to side of the ship. Wesley went in the other direction, towards one of the large rectangular hangar openings.
The ship was moving faster than it looked from afar. She could feel the vibrations of the ship in her body, rattling her teeth and tickling the hairs on her skin. She reached out and grabbed the barrel of a large gun as the vessel soared by.
Holding tight, she expertly switched two bombs from her body to around the gun barrel. She set the timers and let go. The ship kept moving. So far, so good. No indication they were detected. No ships, no space-suited aliens. Just keep going, keep going…
As the back of the ship finally came along, Alexis grabbed a pipe protruding from the hull. The ship yanked her along. She took the final bomb and wrapped the fiber cloth strap around the pipe fitting. Just tie it off…
She made the mistake of looking back, curious how the rest of the universe beyond her sweating brow and worried mind was doing. Oh shit…
The station was barely a glint of light in the distance. We’re moving so fast. She didn’t know she had been pulled so far away. I’m not going to make it back. I can’t… She had to shake it off. Worry about it later. First things first. Secure the payload, set the timers.
With fumbling hands, Alexis tied off the strap and hit the timer. That’s it. Got it. She was finished, all the bombs were officially fixed to their target.
She let go of the pipe and pushed herself away from the alien ship, watching it fly away for a minute or two before she opened the pin on the fire extinguisher.
Alexis turned back toward the Mid-Point station and pulled the trigger on the extinguisher. A blast of white pressurized foam shot from the nozzle, pushing her in the opposite direction. With no resistance, she sped through the vacuum.
Not slowing, but at least stabilizing, Alexis took a moment to look around. She saw the station in the distance. Where’s Wesley? She couldn’t see him anywhere.
They agreed to not use radios, unsure what the aliens were capable of tracking. No contact, just the plan. Attach the bombs, get back to the station, and wait 20 minutes for the blast. Wait for the shock waves to rip through space. Wait for the confirmation of their life or death.
Another blast of the fire extinguisher, aiming herself towards the station. Please, please, please… Another blast, getting closer to her goal.
She checked the fire extinguisher. Almost empty. She wondered if Wesley was already there waiting for her. How much time had passed since the bombs were set? How far did the ship drag me? How much farther until the station, until I’m in the safety of Wesley’s arms? Under his body?
Another blast, fine-tuning her approach angle. Closer, closer…almost there. She gave one last blast with the fire extinguisher. The cloud that came from the nozzle was weak and sputtered.
Come on, come on, come on… She zipped toward the station, perfectly aimed but moving too fast. She put her arms in front of her, bracing for impact, praying to grab ahold of anything she could.
Here…she reached out…it…the station rushed at her…comes… Her body slammed into the Mid-Point station, her helmet crashed into the steel
hull. She heard glass crack. Oh fuck.
She gathered her senses. I’m here, I’m alive… In her peripheral vision, she could see a spider web in the glass in the top corner of her helmet visor. She knew she had to get into the station.
Her visor was cracking, she heard the glass creaking around her head. If it breaks… No sense in finishing the sentence. No surprise. If the glass breaks she’s dead, the cold of space freezing her skin, boiling her blood, bursting corpuscles, veins, and arteries.
Trying not to panic, she scrambled across the station’s shell. Grabbing knobs and dragging herself forward, grasping hoses and handles and components, anything she could to get closer to the airlock hatch.
Crack. Her entire visor crisscrossed with tiny cracks, making it difficult to see anything. What the… She felt a tiny draft on her cheek. Oh shit, it’s breaking….
She reached the airlock hatch and released the locking mechanism. Crrraaaack. Her visor shattered, coldness hit her as tiny shards of glass blew inward, sticking into her face. She held her breath and closed her eyes, knowing she only had seconds to get inside and set the pressure and oxygen levels.
She pawed blindly at the door, trying to open it, trying to get to safety. Let me in… Get me…
Alexis grew dizzy, her lungs were screaming, her blood freezing in rivulets down her cheeks. I’m sorry… She saw Greg, he was on the beach, laughing and splashing in the waves… Be a good boy, be safe, grow up to be good and strong… Numb, her fingers slipped from the door handle… I’m sorry… She had no strength to grab it again… Drifting… Floating…
Blackness enveloped her. A cold dark that stretched out toward infinity. And then there was nothing. An absolute nothing.
“Alexis.” It was a whisper. A soft whisper in the nothingness.
Again. “Alexis, come on.” She felt something shaking her on the arm. “Come on, Alex, wake up.” Shake, shake. “I need you to wake up.”
She woke.
Wesley knelt over her, smiling, touching her cheek.
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