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Subject: Journal Entry 180 / 0916 [ Asking Denni ]
Date: 20 Apr 1996 17:43:44 GMT
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Noren, Urim 9, 0916
David turned over slowly in bed and looked down on the
beautiful fem who slept beside him. He had awakened up moments ago
in a strange bedroom and wondered how he had gotten here. Then,
his mind had reoriented itself and he had remembered.
It occurred to him suddenly, did Patricia know? This was her
room as well as Dennielle's. He wondered if she had come in here,
found them sleeping together, and backed out quietly. Looking at
his watch, he realized that it was her turn to pull a stint on the
bridge, and she was probably still up there. He eased himself out
of bed; Denni began to stir, but didn't wake. He smiled, replaced
the covers as he had found them, and made his way out. The
corridors were dark, indicating a late shift, but as he passed by
the motion sensors lights came on quickly, giving him a good view
of the squarish, boxy halls inside the Asking.
"Captain on the Bridge," he said jokingly as the door to the
bridge opened and allowed him on. Pat turned from her chair, the
one on the right, and waved. "You're up early."
"Yeah," he sighed, grabbing a mug of coffee from the
wall-mounted dispensing station and then easing himself into the
pilot's chair. "Pat, how long have we known each other?"
"Almost two years, David. You picked me up as a junior
engineer, remember?"
"Think you're qualified to be senior engineer soon?" He smiled
as he said it, giving her a glance out of the corner of her eye.
Her expression was understandably surprised and pleased.
"Of course!" she said. "Well, I mean, that is, if you think I
am. I mean, if you have an opening for senior engineer and need
one. I'm never going to go anywhere big without your
qualifications, David, you know that."
He nodded, sipping coffee thoughtfully. "I think there are
three possible futures. You're not to not mention this to the rest
of the crew, understood? Future one is that Dennielle leaves, and
you move into the senior engineering post for the Asking. I think
you're ready, despite my misgivings a month ago when we first hired
her. Between you and me we should be able to keep this old girl
running." He tapped the arm of the pilot's chair with his fist.
He had first been tempted to stroke the command console, but he
remembered that Tasha never locked it out for reasons that had
finally become clear to David when the pirates had attacked them
three weeks ago. "Future two is Denni stays for a while as chief
engineer and you go on being my second of engineering and chief of
accounting, two jobs you seem to be handling very well." Pat
nodded. "Future three is Dennielle stays, becomes chief of
accounting and second in command. She's got all the
qualifications, Pat, and... I think I'm going to ask her to marry
me."
Pat's eyes looked as if they were about to get pushed out from
behind with surprise. "David?"
"No, listen. I don't know what she'll say. But I really do
believe in love at first sight, Pat. I fell in love with the
Asking that fast," he said, emphasizing his opinion by snapping his
fingers. "And I think I've fallen for Denni the same way. I want
her, Pat, I really do." He sighed. "I wish I understood it."
"What about her? What will she say?"
"Like I said, I don't know. All I know is that I plan on
asking her and seeing what her reply is going to be."
"It's a little early, David, to be making these kinds of
decisions."
"Oh, who cares, Pat?" he asked, annoyed. "Remember that I'm
the sort of person who knows exactly what he wants and how to get
it?"
"While being nice about it," Pat added, smiling. "David, you
do what you feel is necessary."
David nodded, sipping his coffee. Outside the window port, the
star of llerkin loomed large and inviting.
- - -
Late into second shift, David found himself picking up his
bedroom; her realized what he was attempting to accomplish, debated
the hopelessness of the situation, and continued anyway. About
halfway through folding his "clean" laundry, he realized that he
didn't even know where the vacuum cleaner was onboard. He toggled
the intercom. "Pat, Marder, do you know where the vacuum is?"
"Uh, outside?" Marder offered, his voice sounding tinny through
the little speaker.
"Men," Patricia breathed. "It's in the maintenance closet
between mine and Chico's cabins, David. It might need a new filter
bag."
"Thanks, Pat." He toggled the intercom off again and wandered
down the hallway, finding the space Pat had indicated and pulling
the small unit out of the closet. A thousand years hadn't altered
the face of housecleaning all that much, and David soon found
himself listening to the soft hiss of air as he vacuumed the
carpeting clean.
His room dusted and organized, he soon fell to the even more
complicated task of preparing dinner for two. Within ten minutes,
he was soon lost on the incredible complexities in the difference
between roasting and broiling, flipping back and forth between the
glossary and the recipe. Finally he gave up. "Pat, are you free?"
"I can be, David. There's not much to do down here."
"Good. Could you join me in my cabin? I need help with
something."
"Can I ask what?"
"It's... difficult to explain. Just come up here."
"What is it, David?" Patricia asked as she walked through the
door. She looked into the kitchen, saw him frantically flipping
through a screen, and said "Oh."
"I need help. What's the difference between roasting and
broiling?"
She laughed. "Okay, let me show you..."
- - -
"I thought you had said your room was a mess."
"It was," David replied, taking a sip of wine he really didn't
feel like drinking. "At least, it was until a few hours ago."
David glanced across the table at the femMephit he had invited in
here. They had had one night in bed together, and already he was
sure he wanted to have her for the rest of his life. These were
not the feelings of a sane person, but then David had never heard
of anyone who referred to love as the epitome of sanity.
Denni nodded, sipping from her glass as well. "So what's all
this about?"
David leaned back in his chair, took another deep breath.
"Denni, I'm a rat who's always known what he wants and how to get
it. And what I always wanted was to be a commercial starship
owner-operator." He chuckled slightly. "Of course, when I was
little I didn't know it was called that. I just wanted to be in
space. I'm not enjoying this wine. I don't drink wine."
Denni giggled. "Me neither."
"There's milk in the cooler." Denni rose and retrieved the
glass pitcher of what appeared to be milk (although it was probably
as artificial as everything else onboard) and poured two glasses,
one for each of them. "So."
David drank for a second. "Better. So... Denni, I don't know
how to say this, really, but I think I need a change in my life.
I've been doing this shipping thing for forty years now, I think
I've got the score figured out." He paused. "I want you."
Denni stopped, her glass still to her muzzle. She put it down,
said "What do you mean?"
"Denni, I don't know what you know of Terran customs, but...
would you marry me?"
"David?"
"I mean it."
"You hardly know me!"
"So? Don't you believe in love at first sight?"
"Yes, but not for..." She looked at him. "You felt it, too,
huh?"
"What?"
She shook her head. "I don't know... When we were in your
office and I was giving you that rub, right before the fire, I felt
something pass between us, like a ghost or something. I guess..."
It was her turn to take that deep breath. "David, I accept."
"What?"
"I accept."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," she said, snapping her fingers. David
recognized the gesture as exactly like the one he had given
Patricia that morning, and laughed gently. "What?"
"I said that about my ship the morning. I knew I wanted the
Asking, just like that." He snapped his fingers.
She smiled. "But yes, just like that. You didn't think I
would accept, did you?"
"Honestly?" David asked. "No, I didn't."
"So why did you ask?"
"I don't know," he said. "I told Patricia that I was going to,
I guess I had to go through with it once I'd announced it. So why
did you accept?"
"Because I'm selfish." She grinned across the table at him.
"I want the stars; now that I know that I want the stars, I need a
way of getting there. You're the best way I can think of."
"That's it?"
She rose from her chair and walked around the table, kneeling
down on the floor beside his. "No, that's not 'it.' Because I do
believe in love at first sight. And I think it happened to us.
But we don't have marriage ceremonies on Pendor."
"So?" David asked. "We have them on Earth. My parents would
probably insist on it."
"But... " She let her voice trail off. "This is one of those
'for life' things, isn't it?"
David nodded. "That's what marriage is supposed to be. So few
people get married nowadays. Contracts are for children and lovers
are just to be discarded when you get bored with them."
"I won't ever get bored with you," Denni said.
"I don't think I could ever get bored of you, either," David
said. "I love you, Dennielle."
"I love you, too, David." She stood up slowly. "Finished with
dinner?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Good," Denni giggled. "Come with me, then." David stood, and
she led him into his bedroom, closing the door behind them. She
pulled him close, and David was again stunned by how tall she was,
especially compared to him. "I figured that after such a big meal
we should work some of the excess calories off. What do you
think?"
David looked up at her and smiled. Without a word, he reached
up and slowly pulled down the zipper on her jumpsuit, letting her
large, fur-covered breasts tumble out into his hands. She giggled.
"You like those, don't you?"
"I admit, I do," he said, kissing one right above the nipple.
"It's not what makes me love you, though." His muzzle traced down
the curve, kissing the underside; at least there he didn't have to
stand on the tips of his toes. He slowly pushed her backwards,
until the bed struck her in the knees and she fell to the bed with
a "Whoops!"
He pulled the zipper the rest of the way down, exposing the
deep black skunk's fur that covered her tummy. She helped, and
together they pulled the top half of the jumpsuit down until it was
lying on the bed behind her.
Dennielle smiled. "Your turn." She reached up and tugged at
his zipper, and in seconds she had his down about his ankles. His
cock, already erect, popped up. "I thought you didn't insist on
salutes on this ship," she giggled.
He laughed and pushed her back to lie on the bed, crawling over
her body as he did so. "I don't." His muzzle pressed against
hers, their tongues touching and pressing. David's heart pounded
in his chest; he felt so... so lucky! So lucky to be here, to have
her. His cock pressed against her belly, and he felt her hands
reach down to encircle it. His kisses roamed wider, kissing her
cheeks and the underside of her muzzle as he left a trail down her
body towards her full breasts. "You're so beautiful-- Don't
argue!" he said, cutting off the "I'm not beautiful, I'm fat," line
he had heard from her twice already.
She giggled. "Yes, SIR!" David laughed as he slid off the
bed, grabbing the bottoms of her jumpsuit and tugging. She pushed
her hips up off the bed and he slid her pants off, tossing them
aside. The sight of her made him take a deep breath and then let
it out with a strong, satisfied sigh. "You are beautiful."
She reached up with one hand for his wrist. He took her hand
in one of his and tumbled onto the bed with her. They rolled over
until she was on top of him, and he felt her bend her knees and
pull them under herself until she was kneeling above him. "I think
you're the one who's beautiful." She reached back and positioned
his erection, settling down on top of his cock until her buttocks
met his hips.
He sighed and reached up to stroke her breasts. "I don't
understand this."
"I don't either," she said, slowly stroking up and down on his
erection. He closed his eyes and felt her lips grabbing his cock,
holding him deep inside her body. "But I know what I want. You
said you know what you want, well I do too. You want me. I want
you."
David nodded, pushing his hips up with every stroke. Their
bodies met in synch. He wanted her to go faster, but she only
moved slowly, to her own beat, in her own time. She never sped up,
never slowed down. He felt the walls of her cunt sliding past the
head of his cock; his body began trembling as his immanent climax
never came any closer, never seemed to come under control. He had
always felt that he had some control even over his orgasm, but
instead he was left only to look into Denni's eyes as she stared
down at him, her muzzle hanging open, her tongue hanging out as she
caressed his cock with her insides, gripping his manhood. She held
his arms down at his sides as her body stroked slowly, agonizingly
slowly, over his erection.
"Denni..."
"I know," she smiled. "I can see it in your face." She sped
up just a little, and he felt his climax suddenly rise; his balls
felt like they were swelling, his cock became even harder, and
suddenly he exploded inside her, thrashing his legs and his head in
bed, coming deep inside her cunt. "Oh, Denni!" he moaned.
She smiled down at him. "There, was that worth it?"
"Oh, yes, that was worth it," he sighed. "Very much so. So,
will you marry me?"
She giggled. "Set course for Earth, hon, and I'll marry you
tomorrow."
"First we have to go to Pendor. I have to get Aaden's
permiss... Oh, crap. I have to ask your father, don't I? Aaden
Satpulov. That means I have to get into Shardik Castle."
"It can be done," she smiled. "I'm family, remember?"
"I remember," he said. "Just took me a while." He reached up
and toppled her over onto the bed again, snuggling her close.
"I'll talk to Tasha tomorrow about plotting a course. We're over a
month from Pendor right now, and another week to Terra."
She nodded; he felt her muzzle move in the crook of his
shoulder, her breath blowing over his neckfur. He stroked her head
slowly with his hand. "I love you."
--
"Journal Entry 180 / 0916 [ Asking Denni ]"
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