turned again and grinned at her. "You just spread those legs when I come through the door."
He left in a hurry. Damn it, one more second and he'd a been screwing her all day long and to hell with working. That wouldn't do. Sex could not become his number one pastime or he'd never get off this rock.
Damn it to hell. One night together and he’s already talking about me leaving next month. What am I supposed to do now?
She gathered up the breakfast dishes, put them in the sonic washer, then gazed around the room for inspiration. The computer, right. Better check and see how hot her trail is.
It surprised her a little that Jase had the latest model considering they were in the middle of nowhere. She giggled. His decor was definitely New Cave Man - no rugs, curtains or cushions. Ah, priorities. Well, she shouldn’t complain. In this case, he did her a favor.
She pulled up the news centered on her home planet. No. No hint that they knew the name of the Elias’s mistress - or that she was there the night he died “resisting arrest”. She wondered how much of the real story would ever be revealed. So far the news reports only suggested bribes and embezzlement. Not treason. She hadn’t known of Elias’ crazy plans until it was too late. But the investigators might still blame her too. If they ever found her. She sighed.
When would she ever know she was safe?
Focus bitch. Take a deep breath and focus. She looked around the room. Well, if she decided she wanted to stay on, she needed to find something to do. Something that might make Jase happy for her to stay. Sex would not be enough in the long run. For either of them.
Digging around she found an epad in his desk and started making notes. She could plan a redesign of the place, make it a little less ‘rustic’. And she’d make sure to keep the order to a manageable size, so Jase and the supply drop pilots didn’t whine about shipping weight.
First she’d work with what she could find already here.
Jase spent the day drilling, opening up a new vein. He hit pay dirt late afternoon with a double handful of crystals. Each one big enough to power a ship for months. A good day's work, in spite of the fact his cock kept reminding him of what he had waiting a dozen times an hour. He quickly stowed everything and headed back to the house.
The first thing that hit him when he opened the door was the smell. Something cooking. Real food? No, he didn't waste credits on anything fresh. She must have broken open a few boxes and messed with it. But it smelled good.
A fresh white cloth covered the table with dishes and utensils arranged neatly. She'd found a glow rock outside. If you rapped it against something hard, it would glow softly for hours. A nice substitute, he guessed, if you didn't have candles or flowers.
She stepped into the room, quiet like but not timid.
"Would you like to eat first?"
Jase had a short argument with his cock and stomach. "No. I'll shower first, then we'll eat." Where that impulse came from he didn't know. It seemed like the thing to do. He'd drag her to the nearest flat surface later.
When he finished cleaning up, she had food on the table and music playing from a popular spacenet station. Quiet and peaceful.
She asked him how his day went, told him about the latest news on the net. Titan colony pilots threatened to go on strike again, what a surprise. A real conversation. Nice. Of course what came later was even better. Damn, he loved the taste of her pussy.
Things started to fall into a pattern. Every night when Jase came home, she'd made some new change. Always a little thing. Furniture rearranged. New prints. Just cheap printouts from the computer but they added color to the walls. And none of her 'nesting' made him feel like raising a fuss about it. Little stuff, nothing major.
She offered to bring him lunch at the mine but he nixed that idea fast. He told her it wasn't safe for amateurs and swore he'd tan her ass if she ever