Blaster fire hit the ship.
She jerked.
It did not help that she rubbed against his male parts when she did.
"Sorry," she muttered.
The Craving roared to life.
Exactly what he did not need at the moment. Right now, he needed to get them to a safe hiding place.
Perhaps close proximity was more dangerous than he realized. At least when it came to the Craving. Because even without seeing this female's face, he knew that he wanted to have intimate times with her. More than one. As many as she would allow, in fact.
If he could make it work.
Focus.
He didn't know for sure if that was him chastising himself or Master System reminding him of his mandate. He did need to focus and not think about this female lying across his body.
More blaster fire reminded him that they were, in fact, alone on this moon. And it was not one with a lot of defensive landscape, either. Unfortunately, they were on Sol-2. Neither defensive terrain nor strong hiding places. Just mining facilities for citritite crystals that were used in technology and power systems.
He was going to have to make some creative flying choices.
"Hold on."
"I am. Feel?" she said and squeezed his chest. Well, he thought it was a squeeze. It wasn't much of anything, really. But he still knew exactly where her hands were as they wrapped around him.
He had to get her away from here. The incoming Terran ships were not going to let him fly away like he wanted to.
He tried to raise Master System or the rest of his unit. Already the communication was not connecting due to the eclipse. He flew fast and started evasive maneuvers. Anything to keep ahead of them so he could regroup and determine the best plan of attack.
The last thing he wanted to do was an attack with her lying on him like this, but what choice did he have? He had to get her to safety. This was how he needed to do it at the moment.
"Ambassador?" he whispered as he made a hard bank to one side and spun the ship around to fire more shots.
Unfortunately, these pilots were skilled and able to avoid his firing.
She buried her face in his chest and kept breathing. It was hot on his skin. He could feel it through his flight suit.
"What are you doing?"
"I am trying not to be sick."
It took him a moment to realize what she meant by being 'sick.'
"Thank you," he replied.
Now he really did need to get her out of this ship and into a more stable, safe environment.
He fired back at one. The Terran ship burst apart, making the other two dart around the explosion. "That is one down."
"Do you have to make the ship spin that much?"
"Yes."
He shot through the sky toward the rock formations ahead. He was getting close. A little time to play chase in the valleys.
If she didn't like spinning, maybe this will be better. It will be harder for them to keep up.
