much discomfort. She had to admit to herself that the soreness wasn't so much a negative as it was a positive.
If anyone could claim they had been nailed to the bed, she could. And firmly. Really hammered.
She couldn't stop grinning.
All right, she was tender and raw. Her inner lips between her thighs were swollen, but who wouldn't be after a couple of hours of serious hanky panky?
On the plus side of things, Deep would never wear out. His energy was as boundless as his imagination. She would never have to worry about him having an orgasm, and afterward rolling over in bed and falling asleep. Better yet, he wasn't a one-night stand.
Lawn stuck her head out of the bathroom and looked around. The room seemed unusually quiet. What did a ship do after having sex?
97
What else? He'd probably run diagnostics and do what ships normally do when they're anchored to a buoy in the middle of space.
Still smiling, she sauntered out of the bedroom and blithely climbed up the ladder to the bridge. The decking was cold, but not unbearably. The overall temperature inside the ship was kept at a steady twenty-three degrees Celsius. To be honest, walking around in her birthday suit felt freeing and surprisingly comfortable.
Lawn glanced at her image in the shiny console. Funny, but the deformity on the left side of her face didn't interest her for once. This time she stared at her breasts, at the color of her nipples, and compared that color to her lips. Odd that the two tints would be the same.
She cupped her breasts, subconsciously comparing her touch to Deep's. She gently pinched her nipples, and a little shiver of electric excitement burrowed itself between her legs.
Careful, girl, or you're going to get wet all over again.
She paused.
And that would be a bad thing because?
A rattling sound behind her caught her attention. Lawn turned around to see a cup and saucer sitting on the chair seat. Walking over to it, she picked it up and sniffed the contents. Tea. A sip told her it was sweetened the way she liked it.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He appeared a few feet away, looking no different than he always did, although she had to admit the jumpsuit looked 98
strikingly good on him, cut to his specs. Deep crossed his arms over his chest as he perused her appearance.
"Is that a new uniform for you?"
Despite his gruff tone of voice, he grinned. Lawn smiled back over the rim of her cup.
"Yeah. Do you like it?"
"It's not regulation."
"Well, hell. Not much of what's happened in the past few hours has been regulation either. Mmm. This is delicious. You do brew a mean cup of tea."
Pivoting around, she parked her butt in the seat, and became aware of how the fabric slid over her swollen parts.
Damn. If she didn't know any better, she would swear she was starting to feel up to a little more love play.
She glanced over to see Deep still in the same area, but his grin had gotten considerably wider. "Penny for your thoughts," she asked him.
"You're sore, but your heart rate is elevating. How do you feel?"
Lawn wriggled her hips. "Juicy. So tell me, can ships get their rocks off, too?"
gave a noncommittal grunt and walked over to the console. She watched him closely as he stared out at the endless void. If she didn't know any better, she would swear he was in deep thought.
Deep thought. Now there's a pun for you.
"Answer something for me, would you? When did you realize you were sentient? I mean, was there an epiphany? Or 99
did someone tell you? Did it occur when someone threw your switch, or what?"
He glanced over at her before returning his gaze to the universe. "I knew I was sentient before I was installed in the ship."
"Oh?" Lawn made a face. "Actually, that makes a lot of sense. Getting the brain of the ship to work before installing it. Can I ask where you're located?"
He turned back to face her and briefly frowned. "Located?"
"I mean, where's your brain? Your central
If anyone could claim they had been nailed to the bed, she could. And firmly. Really hammered.
She couldn't stop grinning.
All right, she was tender and raw. Her inner lips between her thighs were swollen, but who wouldn't be after a couple of hours of serious hanky panky?
On the plus side of things, Deep would never wear out. His energy was as boundless as his imagination. She would never have to worry about him having an orgasm, and afterward rolling over in bed and falling asleep. Better yet, he wasn't a one-night stand.
Lawn stuck her head out of the bathroom and looked around. The room seemed unusually quiet. What did a ship do after having sex?
97
What else? He'd probably run diagnostics and do what ships normally do when they're anchored to a buoy in the middle of space.
Still smiling, she sauntered out of the bedroom and blithely climbed up the ladder to the bridge. The decking was cold, but not unbearably. The overall temperature inside the ship was kept at a steady twenty-three degrees Celsius. To be honest, walking around in her birthday suit felt freeing and surprisingly comfortable.
Lawn glanced at her image in the shiny console. Funny, but the deformity on the left side of her face didn't interest her for once. This time she stared at her breasts, at the color of her nipples, and compared that color to her lips. Odd that the two tints would be the same.
She cupped her breasts, subconsciously comparing her touch to Deep's. She gently pinched her nipples, and a little shiver of electric excitement burrowed itself between her legs.
Careful, girl, or you're going to get wet all over again.
She paused.
And that would be a bad thing because?
A rattling sound behind her caught her attention. Lawn turned around to see a cup and saucer sitting on the chair seat. Walking over to it, she picked it up and sniffed the contents. Tea. A sip told her it was sweetened the way she liked it.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He appeared a few feet away, looking no different than he always did, although she had to admit the jumpsuit looked 98
strikingly good on him, cut to his specs. Deep crossed his arms over his chest as he perused her appearance.
"Is that a new uniform for you?"
Despite his gruff tone of voice, he grinned. Lawn smiled back over the rim of her cup.
"Yeah. Do you like it?"
"It's not regulation."
"Well, hell. Not much of what's happened in the past few hours has been regulation either. Mmm. This is delicious. You do brew a mean cup of tea."
Pivoting around, she parked her butt in the seat, and became aware of how the fabric slid over her swollen parts.
Damn. If she didn't know any better, she would swear she was starting to feel up to a little more love play.
She glanced over to see Deep still in the same area, but his grin had gotten considerably wider. "Penny for your thoughts," she asked him.
"You're sore, but your heart rate is elevating. How do you feel?"
Lawn wriggled her hips. "Juicy. So tell me, can ships get their rocks off, too?"
gave a noncommittal grunt and walked over to the console. She watched him closely as he stared out at the endless void. If she didn't know any better, she would swear he was in deep thought.
Deep thought. Now there's a pun for you.
"Answer something for me, would you? When did you realize you were sentient? I mean, was there an epiphany? Or 99
did someone tell you? Did it occur when someone threw your switch, or what?"
He glanced over at her before returning his gaze to the universe. "I knew I was sentient before I was installed in the ship."
"Oh?" Lawn made a face. "Actually, that makes a lot of sense. Getting the brain of the ship to work before installing it. Can I ask where you're located?"
He turned back to face her and briefly frowned. "Located?"
"I mean, where's your brain? Your central
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