Move down the side of the hangar, after watching you walk away from me. It’s easy enough to slip in. In this heat everyone leaves their doors open. I scope out the inside. I told you what we needed, before leaving you, so it’s pretty easy to see which ship we’re taking once I’m inside.
It’s halfway down the hangar, small and fast. No cryo. I said about three days flight to Lupus 4.
Light weaponry, I’m hoping we don’t run into anything too hairy.
The pilot’s easy enough to take care of, a sucker punch to the back of the head. The instinct is to kill him, but I won’t. He’s going to wake up with a hell of a headache, but we’ll be gone by then.
Sit back, out of the light, and watch you with the desk clerk.
You have him hot and bothered. I know how he feels.
I can feel the tension in you as you get closer to the ship, keeping your eyes on the ground. You’re skin is cold, when I help you up, your heart racing when I kiss you. I had wondered once what would make you afraid. At the time I sought an edge. Don’t exactly know what I feel about it now. There’s not much I can do about your fear on the ground. Have to give you credit for struggling not to show it, as we lift off. You actually made a point of looking down , forcing yourself to look. Even when you’re afraid, you show guts.
I plot a not so direct route to Lupus4, I could have got us there in a day or two at the most, but I’d like to spend a bit more time with you. Can’t blame a guy for that, if I could have got away with longer, I would have. I think you would have seen through it pretty easily though.
The computers will do the rest. Alerts up, if anything gets too close. You still look nervous, your knuckles white, looking like you’re not breathing.
Your hand is still cold.
The berth is small, but comfortable enough, and you can’t see the stars from here. You relax a little but not fully. Unbuckle the knife at your thigh.
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Odd Couple 10
Move down the side of the hangar, after watching you walk away from me. It’s easy enough to slip in. In this heat everyone leaves their doors open. I scope out the inside. I told you what we needed, before leaving you, so it’s pretty easy to see which ship we’re taking once I’m inside.
It’s halfway down the hangar, small and fast. No cryo. I said about three days flight to Lupus 4.
Light weaponry, I’m hoping we don’t run into anything too hairy.
The pilot’s easy enough to take care of, a sucker punch to the back of the head. The instinct is to kill him, but I won’t. He’s going to wake up with a hell of a headache, but we’ll be gone by then.
Sit back, out of the light, and watch you with the desk clerk.
You have him hot and bothered. I know how he feels.
I can feel the tension in you as you get closer to the ship, keeping your eyes on the ground. You’re skin is cold, when I help you up, your heart racing when I kiss you. I had wondered once what would make you afraid. At the time I sought an edge. Don’t exactly know what I feel about it now. There’s not much I can do about your fear on the ground. Have to give you credit for struggling not to show it, as we lift off. You actually made a point of looking down , forcing yourself to look. Even when you’re afraid, you show guts.
I plot a not so direct route to Lupus4, I could have got us there in a day or two at the most, but I’d like to spend a bit more time with you. Can’t blame a guy for that, if I could have got away with longer, I would have. I think you would have seen through it pretty easily though.
The computers will do the rest. Alerts up, if anything gets too close. You still look nervous, your knuckles white, looking like you’re not breathing.
Your hand is still cold.
The berth is small, but comfortable enough, and you can’t see the stars from here. You relax a little but not fully. Unbuckle the knife at your thigh.
next…