I give him space to work through his mood. I remain close because he seems to relax more if I'm near, but I'm quiet so he can focus. Adiron works tirelessly, extricating tiny wires from complex-looking systems, and when two of them break, he swears a blue streak. After hours pass, though, he has enough to satisfy him, and we head back to the main living area of the ship.
I say nothing as he barricades the cargo bay. He forces the doors shut again, then drags a metal panel off of the wall and hammers it into the doorway, forcing it into the space even as the metal creaks and groans in protest. He picks up another tool, and when it lights up with fire, I realize it's a blowtorch. Adiron solders the door, a look of grim determination on his face. I've never seen him like this. Now I'm the one that's worried.
We close down area after area in the ship and I watch as Ruth's quarters are closed up, then my own. I've taken everything personal out of them, stacking them neatly in Alice and Helen's shared room, which has been elected to be our new sleeping quarters. It's the largest room, with two beds because Helen doesn't like to be by herself. It's also got the largest connected lavatory, and is only a short jaunt to the mess hall. I tidy things up in the room as Adiron replaces wires out in the hallway and then solders more of the doors shut. I get that we're making ourselves a small, protected bubble, but I can't help but worry that we're sealing ourselves in.
One problem at a time, just like Adiron always tells me. I need to stop borrowing trouble.
So I keep a bright smile on my face and maneuver the two single beds together into one large one, and spread the blankets over it. There's no sense in playing coy or pretending like we're not going to fuck like bunnies every single night that we're together. Why deprive myself? We might never leave this ship, so why not spend every minute I can in sheer bliss with a big, handsome man who loves to go down on me?
I wonder if anyone's ever returned the favor and gone down on him?
The moment the idea hits me, I'm in love with it. Adiron's certainly been a giving lover so far, and I like the thought of going down on him and easing some of that tension that's just rippling through him today. He needs a distraction. I need a distraction.
Sounds perfect to me.
So I think about how I can set the scene as he works in the hallway. More noodles, of course. He's going to be hungry after all that work. Then I can persuade him to take a nice, hot shower. Then I can innocently suggest that I dry him off, and then start the seducing. I dig through the small amount of clothing I have to call my own and pull out my ridiculous-looking dress again. He liked this, because he liked my cleavage. Once the bedroom is all set, I head into the lavatory and primp a little, because I want to look nice for him. I fluff and tease my natural hair until it puffs prettily around my face and frames it. I lick my finger and shape my eyebrows as best I can, and bite my lips so they flush and plump up. I look sexy, I decide. Sexy and womanly and ready for a fucking.
Or a dick-sucking. Knowing Adiron, one will probably follow the other, and I'm totally good with that.
I study myself in the mirror, trying to decide if there's more I can do to sex up my appearance. It's been a long time since I had a boyfriend. I was going through a dry spell back on Earth long before I got snatched up by aliens, and I feel rusty and out of practice on getting ready for a date…even if it's just a blowjob date.
An idea hits me.
I lift my skirt and study my bush. I keep things neatly trimmed, but I've never given it much thought. Adiron is completely bare, though, and I wonder if he'd like it more if I was bare, too? It might be a nice surprise for him, something to make him suck in a breath and get all distracted. Something that makes him lose his control.
The more I think about it, the more I like it. I fidget through the grooming tools in neat little slots next to the mirror, find one that will do the trick, and get to work.
It's been a long time since I went completely bare, and I forgot how it feels.
Everything feels sensitive. When I sit down, I can feel my folds brushing against each other and it turns me on. I cross my legs, squirming a little, as I wait for Adiron to join me for dinner. It's more noodles, but food isn't my primary focus right now. Instead, I'm impatient as I wait for Adiron to return. He's taking his sweet time working on the control system in the hall. I've checked on him a half-dozen times in the last hour only to find him on his back, chest deep into a panel full of wires and hard at work.