to get her someday. It didn’t matter that she was a scroll and he wasn’t authorized to claim her. One way or another, she was going to be his.
There was no way he was going back to the way things were before she’d stowed away on their shuttle.
Stepping back, he scooped her into his arms and headed for the door, leaving the droids, tools and everything else scattered across the workroom. For once, he didn’t give a fuck about keeping things organized or about ship protocol. All he wanted in the worlds, all he cared about, was in his arms. When they passed the door to his quarters Sonja stirred, breaking their kiss.
“I thought we were going for a shower?” she asked.
“Later,” he growled and kept walking, using the lower gravity to his advantage as he lengthened his stride to a pace that would have been impossible on Earth. He carried her to the lounge, barking orders to the computer as he went.
“ Arca , turn off all light sources in the observation lounge. Increase air temperature by three degrees and prepare to deactivate artificial gravity in that section of the ship only.”
“Why no gravity?” Sonja asked, squirming lightly in his arms.
“Because, sweetheart. I thought it’s time I taught you how to fly.”
***
CHAPTER EIGHT
Most of the ship was set to slightly less than Earth standard gravity, but so far Sonja had not experienced full weightlessness either. Before she had time to think about it much, Deke had carried her into the darkness of the observation lounge and she was simply too stunned by the view to think about anything at all.
They were docked so that the Arca was facing into the station, fastened to one of the many jetties that spanned the outer docking ring. The ship’s observation deck was lower than the ring, however, giving them an incredible view of both the station and the planet they were in orbit around.
Roisa was a gas giant, the surface of the planet whirling with multi-hued storms and striations that dazzled the eye. It was also a ringed planet, encircled by bands of red and gold. It looked like a work of art created by a long forgotten god and left to hang forever in a gallery of stars. The glowing colors of the planet cast Jikrat Station into star k relief, the black metal structure highlighted by twinkling lights and encased in the arc of the docking ring that echoed the planetary rings beyond.
Deke carried her to the window before setting her down, and Sonja simply stared at the view. The lounge was full of light, a flickering festival of glowing hues that shifted as the planet wheeled beneath them, and she realized with a start that this was the first time she’d actually set eyes on another world.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.
“So are you. I’ve dreamed about seeing you like this, you know.” His hands were already busy stripping her out of her clothes, and she was thankful he’d turned up the heat a few degrees. She tried to turn around to undress him, but he firmly turned her back around. “You enjoy the view, sweetheart.”
“What are you going to do while I do that?”
He laughed, and it occurred to her again how much more often he seemed to do that now. “I’m going to be enjoying the view, too, only mine’s a little different from yours.” His voice was rough with desire, the sound of it washing over her like a physical caress. He tugged the oversized pants down over her hips easily, his breath warm against her back as he eased the fabric down her legs. She stepped out of them, keeping her eyes on the dazzling view, but her senses were all attuned to him. Where he was, how close, the sound of him unzipping his uniform and the soft rustle as he stripped naked somewhere behind her.
Her breasts were heavy, nipples tightly beaded as she deliberately rubbed the fevered flesh against the cool surface of the window. She was already so aroused that there was already a trickle of moisture sliding down her inner thighs.
“Ship, is
There was no way he was going back to the way things were before she’d stowed away on their shuttle.
Stepping back, he scooped her into his arms and headed for the door, leaving the droids, tools and everything else scattered across the workroom. For once, he didn’t give a fuck about keeping things organized or about ship protocol. All he wanted in the worlds, all he cared about, was in his arms. When they passed the door to his quarters Sonja stirred, breaking their kiss.
“I thought we were going for a shower?” she asked.
“Later,” he growled and kept walking, using the lower gravity to his advantage as he lengthened his stride to a pace that would have been impossible on Earth. He carried her to the lounge, barking orders to the computer as he went.
“ Arca , turn off all light sources in the observation lounge. Increase air temperature by three degrees and prepare to deactivate artificial gravity in that section of the ship only.”
“Why no gravity?” Sonja asked, squirming lightly in his arms.
“Because, sweetheart. I thought it’s time I taught you how to fly.”
***
CHAPTER EIGHT
Most of the ship was set to slightly less than Earth standard gravity, but so far Sonja had not experienced full weightlessness either. Before she had time to think about it much, Deke had carried her into the darkness of the observation lounge and she was simply too stunned by the view to think about anything at all.
They were docked so that the Arca was facing into the station, fastened to one of the many jetties that spanned the outer docking ring. The ship’s observation deck was lower than the ring, however, giving them an incredible view of both the station and the planet they were in orbit around.
Roisa was a gas giant, the surface of the planet whirling with multi-hued storms and striations that dazzled the eye. It was also a ringed planet, encircled by bands of red and gold. It looked like a work of art created by a long forgotten god and left to hang forever in a gallery of stars. The glowing colors of the planet cast Jikrat Station into star k relief, the black metal structure highlighted by twinkling lights and encased in the arc of the docking ring that echoed the planetary rings beyond.
Deke carried her to the window before setting her down, and Sonja simply stared at the view. The lounge was full of light, a flickering festival of glowing hues that shifted as the planet wheeled beneath them, and she realized with a start that this was the first time she’d actually set eyes on another world.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.
“So are you. I’ve dreamed about seeing you like this, you know.” His hands were already busy stripping her out of her clothes, and she was thankful he’d turned up the heat a few degrees. She tried to turn around to undress him, but he firmly turned her back around. “You enjoy the view, sweetheart.”
“What are you going to do while I do that?”
He laughed, and it occurred to her again how much more often he seemed to do that now. “I’m going to be enjoying the view, too, only mine’s a little different from yours.” His voice was rough with desire, the sound of it washing over her like a physical caress. He tugged the oversized pants down over her hips easily, his breath warm against her back as he eased the fabric down her legs. She stepped out of them, keeping her eyes on the dazzling view, but her senses were all attuned to him. Where he was, how close, the sound of him unzipping his uniform and the soft rustle as he stripped naked somewhere behind her.
Her breasts were heavy, nipples tightly beaded as she deliberately rubbed the fevered flesh against the cool surface of the window. She was already so aroused that there was already a trickle of moisture sliding down her inner thighs.
“Ship, is
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