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There weren't many pilots that had interstellar cruise ships as their personal vessels, but there also weren't many pilots that helmed this large of a crew.

The name of our ship was The Lavanda, and she was the most beautiful ship in the galaxy. Every pilot thought that of their ship, no doubt, but I was particularly proud of the work we’d managed to accomplish on the salvaged wreck we now called home. We were currently parked in the Orbit Station of Unova-6. It was one of the only Orbit Stations around that cared for freighter vessels, especially on this side of the Mehalla Strait. From the private ob-deck we’d rented while repairs were being outfitted, we actually had a pretty good view of it. With a smile, I brought the mug of coffee to my lips as I surveyed the brilliant, one of a kind vessel we flew together, glimmering in the artificial glow of the solar high-beams.

“Status report, darling,” I said, sipping my wake-up call.

“Of course, honey,” you said, just off to my right. We always took a moment to look at The Lavanda, to give her the respect she deserved before we went through the specs from wherever it was we came from. “I’ll be honest, sweetheart, we took a lot of damage on that exit.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, grunting a little as I rolled my shoulders, leaning back in my spot on the couch the pair of us were seated on. That had certainly been a hot exit, as some of the aces liked to say. Still, I’d gotten rather used to it with our current agenda and timetable in mind. “That was a close call. But hey, no trackers, no marines. I’d say that’s a win. Hyper engine’s a bit busted, of course-”

“A bit?” You laughed, swiping your finger across the holo-clipboard in your hands. Specs of the ship came into 3D focus as you gestured to them. “They’re fried. We’re stuck here until the money comes back from our trade. They’ve got another part. I’m talking with the guys in the part bay now. They’re… rude.”

“Well, they’re… alone, aren’t they?” I smirked, grunting a bit as I shifted once more in my seat. “They don’t get to meet such lovely company as often as I do.” I smiled, taking another sip of my coffee. I reached over as well, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “Any… ah… any damage on the guns?”

“Not the minis, the front canons though took some heat from the asteroid belt.” You mentioned, another swipe on the board as you displayed the damage to me. “Nothing we can’t fix with the funds we’ve got stored. We stole a lot on this run.” A proud smile grew across your face.

“Yes we did, baby,” I said, my smile growing across my face as I shut my eyes, grunting again in happiness as I settled even further into the cushions. “Yes… we did…” A thought came to my mind after a brief, comfortable pause. “How many girls are we picking up here?”

“17,” you said. Your tone of voice sounded a bit bored. “Not too many. Not sure where they’ll go really.”

“There’s always spots on the Gun Floor, and… Jesus… and the Mess Floor too.”

“We get what we get sometimes,” you said, offering a bit of a shrug as you continued. “Once we’re up and running though, in… say the next few days, assuming the trade goes through, I’ve found us another lift off the Tiabo Cluster. It’s marine territory, but it’s a smash and grab. Real quick, lots of liquid. Fuel, specifically. Heading right for the Empire’s outer bays.”

“But we’ve… ah fuck… we’ve got some time to kill?”

“Yes baby,” you said, a smirk growing across your face. “Yes we do.”

I let out a very happy sigh, reaching down to my lap. You were there too, or rather another body of yours was, your tongue and lips worshipping my erection as you gave me the briefing. I’d done my best to control myself. To pay attention, but sometimes it was hard to listen when we weren’t on a mission. We were safe in an Orbit Station, after all, I had a moment to relax. My hand ran through your hair as you slurped at my cock, and my eyes rolled back into my head.

But you were behind me, too. A plate of hot food from the buffet - proteins, mostly - was brought to my side, placed on the table right next to the couch as another body of yours snuck up. You placed a quick kiss on my cheek with that body, smiling as you moved to sit on the other chair close by, staring out at the beauty of our ship. I smiled, looking to the body that had been briefing me as I responded. “I can’t wait.”

You looked over from your place on the other chair. You popped your lips off my cock. You snuggled a bit closer to me on the couch. “Me neither, baby.” You spoke in unison.

“God, I love when you do that,” I laughed.

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