Page 24 of There’s an Elf in My Cockpit

Chapter 17

Vi

I was so happy I could almost weep when we had landed inside the hangar bay of the beautiful Star Class Cruiser waiting for us in orbit above the moon. Oliver’s second near-death had shaken me, and for the next while, I knew I wasn’t going to be looking for any kind of adventure at all. Then there was the crazy stunt Belal had pulled because he thought he still needed to keep me safe. I had yet to let go of his hand and from the grin on his softly furred face, he was pretty pleased about that.

“Come on, sweet little elf,” Oliver said as he guided me from the shuttle with his arm slung around my shoulders. “I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell am ready for a good hot shower and a real bed.” He waggled his eyebrows at me with a cheeky grin and I felt heat steal up my neck and all the way to the tips of my ears. Trust Oliver to be in such good spirits after all of that, the male was completely unflappable.

When we left the shuttle it was only because the male was holding a grinning Chloe beneath one arm that I recognized the Sune male. Kitan, the pilot, was a redhead with an interesting stripe slashing across his face when in his skin-form. He almost looked like a human, except his eyes glowed a fervent gold. “Here’s the brave female that vanquished her enemy with my poor shuttle!” he said.

I winced, remembering how I’d steered the vessel directly into Elpherian. Not that the shuttle had jolted with so much as a thud from the force, its shielding was far too good for that. “Oh no, I’m sorry.” I winced at the thought but offered, “I’ll clean it up.”

That caused the Sune to throw back his head and laugh, a wide grin splitting his face in a wholly canine fashion. “Ah don’t worry, our exit out of the moon’s atmosphere took care of that.” I was pretty sure he was about to add a more graphic description of how that was the case but Chloe silenced him with a well-placed jab of her elbow.

“This way, you can greet the rest of the ship and then get some rest,” she said gently and I was only too happy to follow the couple. Food, shower, and rest sounded absolutely divine. I was going to make sure I had all of those things without ever losing sight of Oliver, I could already vividly imagine what it would look like to see him standing beneath the water.

At a crossing, Oliver halted me, “Yo, we’re heading for the med bay first, we’ll catch up with you later.” Good idea. While I was pretty sure that Oliver had been fully healed by the Master of the Moon, I would definitely feel better if an actual doctor confirmed that. He was still covered in blood-splattered clothing, and so was I. Then my eyes drifted down to Belal who was still at my side too, trudging along on his pawed feet. His leg had been broken only days ago, he too should get a medical check.

The doctor was an Aderian male which was very reassuring to see, and it was extra cute to discover he was being visited by his human mate and their small toddler. He was quick and professional as he scanned each of us with his scanner, granting Oliver and me a clean bill of health in just five minutes. “You’ll have to stay Belal,” he said kindly to the kid, and my heart started pounding in worry. Was there a complication with his broken leg?

“I can see that you are suffering from some lack of nutrients, I want to give you some supplements okay? Healing that leg must have been tough on your system and current diet. Why don’t we work on that?” Oh, okay, not nearly as bad. I forced myself to breathe out my tension so I could smile for the young teen as I fussed to get him situated on the cot. I ignored the smiling face of the doctor’s mate, and the amused expression on Belal’s furred face as I did so.

Then Darth and the others that were with us on the moon clattered into the med bay with a lot of noise, talking animatedly one over the other as they surrounded Belal on his bed. He wasn’t going to be alone in here when Oliver and I went to get that shower, good.

When we were walking through the hallways, the sound of loud voices and laughter still chasing us, Oliver leaned down to whisper in my ear. “So, you do realize that kid has totally imprinted on you? How do you feel about being a mom?”

Acouple days ago that thought would have sent me running screaming. I wasn’t the same person as I was last week when I was trying to find a shuttle just to deliver a sack of packages. I was running then, hiding, but I was done with all of that. I’d finally found the place where I belonged, with the male at my side.

Yesterday I would have thought that I would mess something as big as that up, that I wouldn’t be good enough, loyal enough. But I’d learned that wasn’t true either. I was good, I was worthy of love, and I was loyal when that loyalty was earned. Oliver had earned that kind of love and devotion simply by being him, and I was pretty sure I’d been lost to little Belal from the moment he’d clung to me for strength.

I was not usually the person that people leaned on but this week had shown to me that they could. I’d done things I hadn’t possibly thought I was capable of and I was better for it, even if it was the toughest thing I’d ever done.

I wasn’t filled with fear at Oliver’s words, I was filled with a sense of wonder instead. Me, Vi the failure of the family, I was wanted by not one but two beautiful males. I touched the family sigil dangling from my Caratan chain and suddenly I realized that they didn’t deserve to be represented there. I didn’t owe them anything. My family was here, with Oliver, with Belal and I would go wherever they wanted to go.

“Yeah,” I said, emotion filling my voice. “I’m pretty good with that, mate.”

*

Oliver

I swung Vi into my arms at the threshold to my quarters. “Earth custom,” I said to her. Noticing that her expression was a little glassy from unshed tears. I knew why those were there, my little elf had just discovered what family was all about. I was going to make damn sure that for the rest of our lives, she knew just how wanted she was, not for a single minute of the day was she going to ever doubt her own worth again, I’d make sure of it.

“Oh, what kind of custom?” she asked with a smile, already bouncing back from her big revelation. My tough girl was like that, always bouncing right back up, and always ready to smile. I loved that about her. Leaning in I brushed a quick kiss over the little wrinkle between her pale, elegantly curved eyebrows.

“The one where the groom carries his bride over the threshold and into their home for the first time. You ready to be stuck with me for the rest of your life, my beautiful, lovely mate?” I explained, and then I grinned when she smiled and nodded, the sigils dangling over her cheek chiming gaily.

We walked into my quarters to the sound of her laughing and when I spotted the wrapped package on my bed I grinned even wider. Perfect. Jakar had come through for me and fetched Vi’s Santa’s helper getup from the shuttle. I couldn’t wait to see her in those candy cane stockings again.

I put her down in the shower and started stripping her clothing from her while she struggled to do the same to me. First her bloodstained parka, followed by my own which was torn in far more places than I wanted to contemplate. Then our shirts hit the ground and we scrambled to step out of boots and pants. For a moment my leg got tangled on the pants leg with the tear, which was still mostly held closed by bandages.

When we were both naked and under the steaming water I caught her mouth in mine for a kiss. After all that ice, all that cold down on that moon, it felt like I was finally warm again under the warm spray with my girl in my arms. “Gods, Vi, you taste so good,” I informed her as I picked her up and pinned her against the wall.

I was tired, bone weary actually after that crazy adventure, but for her, my cock still eagerly rose, pressing against her silky smooth thigh. Not yet, I told myself while I focused on pleasing her with just my mouth on hers. I wanted her in my bed this time, wearing that dress and those stockings. The fantasy, the memory of how she looked in them, was already enough to make my balls grow tight and my spine tingle.

So I steeled myself, gently putting her back down on her feet so that I could grab the soap. It was going to be the best kind of torture to glide my sudsy hands over every inch of her body. She was shivering and trembling by the time I slid my fingers between her folds, and my cock was so hard that it ached.

She clenched her hands in the longer hair on top of my head, “Oliver, Stars, if you don’t make me come soon…” She didn’t finish her threat but I wasn’t planning on leaving her hanging for much longer, even if the anticipation would make the reward so much better. Leaning in, I used my cupped hands to make sure all the soap had washed away. Then I picked one leg up and slung it over my shoulder.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” I warned her, and then I licked her from top to bottom, laughing when that made her curl her toes into my back. I rewarded her by sucking on her clit, flicking my tongue against the side in a steady rhythm until she shouted my name with her release.

She was a little wobbly when I offered her a towel to dry off, then more interested in touching my cock but I firmly pushed her hands away. “Oh no, you’re going to ride me, on the bed, and you’re going to get dressed to do it.” I grinned when she stared at me in utter confusion but when I procured the clothing for her she laughed.

“Oh yeah, is this ridiculous get up what caught your attention? No wonder you were so willing to rescue me.” She trailed her fingers over my straining erection with a laugh, and then she teased the hell out of me when she made a seductive production out of sliding those damn stockings on her long slender legs.

I was so hard by the time she climbed on top of me that I knew I wasn’t going to last long the first time around. It wouldn’t matter, I’d have an entire lifetime to make it up to her. She sank her heated core down over my cock in a smooth, confident motion, her slick walls clinging to me so tightly that my eyes rolled back in my head. “God, yeah, baby. Just like that.”

I set the pace with her, holding her by her hips as I pounded into her so hard that the chain along her cheek jingled merrily. This was hands down the best Christmas ever. All my boyhood fantasies come true. I was the luckiest man there was, for having found a home, a heart like Vi’s in this crazy galaxy.

We came together, her passage milking me with tight little flutters and then she collapsed on top of my chest and held on. “I love you, Vi. My beautiful Vixen.” I told the crown of her silky hair, my arms tight around her middle, anchoring her slight weight to me so she knew I didn’t want her to leave either.

“And I love you, Oliver.”