He shifted downward and covered the breast he'd unearthed from her T-shirt, depriving her of breath for several moments. By the time he'd thoroughly finessed it, she'd forgotten what she'd meant to say. She struggled to recapture the thought while he searched for the breast wedged between his chest and the mattress. She'd almost captured it when he gave up on the breast that seemed to be out of reach and returned to the first.
Reuel's order to be discrete popped into her mind when Dane grasped the waist of her briefs and yanked her panties to her knees. She managed to lift one eyelid far enough to scan the crew quarters within sight of Dane's bunk before he dragged her under him and planted his mouth over hers again.
She was so drunk with the endorphins flooding her brain by the time he broke the second kiss that she'd not only lost all coordination, the only objection she could think of when she felt the probe of his cock along her thigh was that she was bound at the knees by her briefs. She managed to draw one knee up high enough to shift the binding to one ankle as he heaved upward in the bunk to align the head of his cock with the mouth of her sex. She heard the dull clang of something hard hitting something metallic.
Almost before it could register in her mind that it was Dane's head making contact with the bunk frame, he levered himself up far enough to drag her down the bunk, planted his cock solidly against her cleft, and began thrusting. For several moments, all she could feel was the stretch and burn of the skin in her nether regions. Frustration filled her. She wiggled her hips, trying to realign his cock and then struggled to reach between them when that didn't seem to do the trick. Abruptly, he broke impasse and speared into her.
A mixture of relief and pleasure replaced her frustration. Coiling her free leg around his hips, she planted her heel in his ass and gave him a few nudges for inspiration. He grunted, digging his toes into the mattress and shoving harder--hard enough to push her up the mattress several inches before her lubrication coated his shaft sufficiently to allow him to hit bottom. It knocked the breath from her in an inelegant grunt when he did.
Heat wafted through her when he retraced his path and thrust again, however, and it was a lovely heat. Making a sound of pleasure in her throat, she struggled to encourage him by curling her hips to meet him with each successive thrust. She gave up after a very few moments, though, when she realized his weight had her pinned so tightly to the mattress beneath her that she had no room to maneuver. Instead, she simply curled her hips until his rhythmic thrusts were pounding against her g-spot, driving her toward culmination so quickly that she was torn between the desire to reach it and the equal desire to hold it off to enjoy it longer.
It wasn't a matter of choice, she discovered. He drove her to the brink so quickly, she was dizzy with the climb, and pitched over it before she'd hardly realized she was teetering on the edge. She gasped, groaned at the intensity of her climax.
Thankfully Reuel's warning echoed in her mind before she could express her joy more loudly. She burrowed her face against Dane's shoulder to muffle her groans.
Even the pillow Dane had buried his face in failed to muffle his hoarse roar of repletion when he reached his crisis, however.
Struggling to catch her breath in the aftermath, still pinned down by Dane's dead weight, Danika lifted her head with an effort to scan the crew quarters again.
The medic-borg, she discovered, was standing at the foot of the stairs, staring directly at the two of them.
"Oh fuck!" she muttered, allowing her head to hit the mattress again. At least they'd only had an audience of one!
Somehow, she didn't think that was Reuel's idea of discretion, though.
"If you are recovered enough to fuck," the medic-borg said coolly, "you are recovered enough to return to duty."
Dane struggled to push himself up and turn on his side and promptly rolled off the bunk and onto the floor, landing with a loud crash and a groan--this time of pain rather than pleasure.
Snatching at the blanket to cover herself, Danika uttered a gasp of dismay and shifted to look down at Dane in consternation.
He stared back at her for a moment and finally lifted his head and glared at the medic-borg.
The medic-borg glared back at him.
"I told you I was ready to return to duty," Dane said sullenly.
"And now I am convinced!" the medic-borg retorted and then turned on his heel and departed.
* * * *
Danika was still weak-kneed as she and Dane made their way through the jungle to their guard post. She could well imagine Dane was in a good bit worse shape and she divided her time during the first part of the trek between fondly recalling the intimate moments they'd shared and berating herself for doing something so stupid when Dane, regardless of his superior genetics and amazing recuperation, shouldn't have been exercising his love muscle. His movements made it clear that he was still in pain and still weak from his ordeal. Every time he looked at her, however, he grinned so broadly that she couldn't be entirely regretful about it--even if ithadbeen stupid.
It occurred to her about the time she realized they were nearing the guard post that both Seth and Niles were liable to take it badly if they figured out why Dane was in such a great mood, though, and she searched her mind for a distraction.
"I don't suppose you know where the other ships are?" she asked.
Dane's smile vanished. "Reuel took a group of volunteers back to Xeno-12 to search for survivors."
Danika hated to see Dane's light mood vanish so abruptly, even though she'd thought it would be a very bad thing for them to arrive at post with Dane grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Oh. I hadn't thought about that. I guess I should have since he said that was first priority--getting the ships ready for a mission." She'd had other things on her mind, though. "I still don't know why I didn't hear them leave."
Dane stared at her a moment as if wondering himself and finally shrugged. "They left in the middle of the night when they thought it least likely they would be heard, or spotted even if they were heard leaving."
She supposed that explained whyshehadn't heard. She supposed she'd been asleep, but not only was it hard to accept that she'd slept that soundly, it was unnerving to think she had. It also irritated her that neither Seth nor Niles had thought to mention it.
"I don't suppose you know when they'll be back?"
Again, Dane shrugged. "Reuel said if they had not returned in four days, by this planet's cycle, that we should not look to see them again--perhaps at all. We are under orders to disperse."
