Beads of sweat were pouring down Delly’s forehead. She pounded the heavy bag. Rights, lefts, jabs. She was feeling the effects of this workout as she hadn’t done much cardio since their rescue from Sehnack. However, there would be no atrophying of skills on her part. Not as long as Roko was still around to motivate her.
She unloaded a series of left jabs on the bag, culminating with a powerful right hook—that sent the bag leaning to its left.
“Whoa.”
Delly looked towards the gym entrance to see Kalayjian standing there—still in his spacesuit—helmet and all.
“Mind if I get some licks in as well?” He asked.
“Be my guest.”
She resumed jabbing the bag as he removed his helmet. She noticed through her peripheral vision that he was taking off his spacesuit right here, rather than in the comfort station, stripping down to his undergear.
Kalayjian was in great shape. His biceps were quite large, even underneath his undergear. He grabbed a pair of boxing gloves and approached the bag, coming around to face her.
“I’m surprised to see you in here.” He said.
“Oh yeah, why’s that?”
She stopped hitting the bag again.
“Figured you’d probably wanna take it easy. Spend some more time with Roko. I mean—you guys are close, right?”
“What are you implying?”
“Oh, I’m not saying anything—you know—like beyond.”
“Beyond?”
“I know I didn’t say it like an intelligent person, but—it’s obvious that you guys really care about one another.”
Delly furrowed her brow and nodded. He was jabbering like an idiot.
“Do you wanna fuck, Sam?”
“Excuse me?”
“Do. You. Wanna. Fuck?”
“In general or?”
“Me, you dickhead.”
Kalayjian’s face became flush as he gulped. He probably assumed that she was just messing with him.
“Is that a no?”
“Are you offering?”
“What is so hard about answering yes or no?”
“Yes. Yes. I would like to do that—with you.”
Delly smirked, which turned into full blown laughter.
“Oh, fuckin’ hell. You’re messing with me. God, I’m such an idiot.”
Delly resumed hitting the heavy bag as he stood there for a moment—looking very awkward.
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The comfort station shower ran lukewarm as Delly allowed the water to cascade down her shoulders and back. She took a deep breath as she felt Kalayjian’s strong hands exploring her body. This was the first man she had let touch her in this manner besides Kristian Llenas. He moved her dark hair to the side, giving his lips free access to caress her skin.
Kalayjian’s kisses were tender as she shuddered. She was in heaven. Clio was right again. She had foolishly deprived herself of some much-needed carnal pleasure. That she was actually attracted to the lieutenant—only turned her on even more.
She could feel his swollen cock pressed against her firm backside. She wiggled back, feeling his member slide up and down—the water was providing just enough lubricant for her to tease him.
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face him. He was a good five or six inches taller. She looked down and saw his cock for the very first time. It was magnificent. The veins were throbbing which only excited her even more. He ran his hands down her body, massaging her breasts, her nipples between his fingers.
He moved onto her arms until he discovered her wrists. He grabbed them tight and pushed her back against the wall of the shower. He pressed his lips to her earlobe.
“Am I too rough?”
She was in a euphoric state. At this point, he could have said anything and she would’ve complied. She shook her head no.
“Don’t stop. Please. I want you inside me.”
Delly felt his cock push against her sweet spot. Her legs trembled. She closed her eyes awaiting his penetration. The wait didn’t last longer than a few seconds as her eyes shot open.
Oh. This is wonderful.
Kalayjian’s pumps started slow as they were feeling each other out. She could feel him probing deeper as her insides got used to his size. The frequency of his pumps increased as his strokes became longer and longer. She felt his arms grab her thighs as she was swept off the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began humping back.
Their sensual dance was in full-swing and Delly had no intention of stopping until the music did.
⧖
Delly stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. She was glowing. She zipped her fresh undergear to the neck and walked back to her locker. Kalayjian was nearly finished putting his spacesuit back on.
“Can I just state for the record, that you’re pretty good at that?” She said.
He smirked, while continuing to dress. She was certain that his ego enjoyed hearing that.
“Well—”
Kalayjian chuckled as he blushed again.
“Believe it or not, I had an awful lot of practice before we got on this ship. There wasn’t much else to do on the Rover Base once you came of age, unfortunately.”
He grabbed his helmet.
“That we can agree on.” She said. “I mean the part about there not being much to do on the Rover Base.”
She turned back to her locker and thought for a moment.
“Wait? So you had a girlfriend?”
She turned around to see him looking like Pharaoh trying to sneak some late-night video game playing.
“Uh, not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means. That there were a lot of lonely people on the Rover Base. Some of whom—who didn’t see their husbands for weeks at a time—if you get my drift.”
She nodded. He had to be talking about the miners. That actually made sense—in a sad kind of way. She rubbed her chin—almost wanting to know if he had ever been with Clio, considering he was an older man—which was her specialty. She ultimately thought better of it. Their lives on the Rover Base didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was where they were going today and beyond.
“Anyway, I’ll see you back on the base. Wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, you know? Considering I am your superior.”
“Good point. Your secret’s safe with me.”
He smirked and stood there for a moment, holding his two grenades in his other hand.
“What are you gonna do with those?” She asked.
“I don’t know. Probably put ‘em back in the arsenal. I can always get ‘em later.”
“You mind taking mine as well?”
He tethered his two grenades to his left hip and gestured for her to hand them over. She reached inside the locker and grabbed her two grenades. It was still incredible that none of them had exploded when the WaftMar crashed. There was not a doubt in her mind that a higher power had somehow kept them alive on that day. Nothing else made sense. As for Sarracino, it must have just been his time to go.
She handed him the grenades.
“Hey, before you go I always wanted to ask. What did Sarracino tell you before we left him?”
“Seriously?”
She nodded.
“He told me to get laid.”
Delly frowned. “I asked you to be serious and this is the bullshit you come with.”
“What? That’s what he said. I swear to God.”
Kalayjian was too adamant to be lying—which blew her mind.
“Wow. And here I thought it would be something deep or profound.”
“Hey to Ponch, getting laid was profound. Like I said, there wasn’t much to do on the Rover Base once you came of age. You were blessed to be born when you were.”
“Yeah, I am.”
She smiled. The stars really did align for Delly. Unlike so many others, she didn’t have to wonder what would become of her life. She was truly blessed.
“Thanks Sam.”
He nodded and headed out the door. She walked back to her locker and sat down in front of it. She still had to put her spacesuit back on. She looked inside the locker and noticed the bottle of felaprex on the top shelf that Ono had given her on their first day.
She rose to her feet and reached for the bottle. She opened it and took out a tiny capsule. The last thing she could afford to become right now was pregnant. She pushed the capsule down into the back of her throat and swallowed. She shook her head and scoffed.
“Fuckin’ Ono. God damnit, I hate that she was right.”