Support Staff
by feldman
Her enjoyment of her murder still shocks him.
She is weightless in his arms, her kisses carnivorous and her breathing ragged. "The crew believes I'm dead. His loyalty is proven."
Braca presses back against the wall, kicking away the empty casualty bag. "His plan worked."
They can only talk about Scorpius, so they don't talk at all. Bruises garland her neck, and her freckles sheen with arousal. She frees his cock, kneels against the wall, takes him in. Her gravity shifts as she fucks him. He swoons with lust and vertigo.
The airlock cycles through the sequence for body disposal.