"Look at that." A man with orange hair elbowed his sister and pointed at the scene across the room. A pizza delivery woman had just handed a box to a tall, dominant looking, piercing eyed man, who gave her a handful of cash and took the pizza into his office and closed the door. "Boss Cyrus ordered a pizza again. How much you wanna bet he'll end up throwing half of it away like he usually does?"
A teenage boy grabbed a fried poultry leg out of the bucket he was sharing with his parents. He took a bite out of it, chewed and swallowed, then shrugged. "I can probably finish it for him...after I'm done with this combusken."
"WOW. Mars, Saturn, you better be taking him to the doctor to see if he has a tapeworm!" The man, named Zavier, laughed between bites of his burger. He turned to his sister. "Right, Zoe?"
"I seem to recall when you were his age, your stomach was a bottomless pit too." Zoe said.
Saturn smiled and ruffled his son's hair. "Just eat what we have here, Merc." Merc pulled away from his father, his red eyes rolling in typical teen fashion.
Zoe smiled. "Hey, if he can stop the boss from wasting food, let him. Growing boys need to eat."
"Key word is 'if' though." Mars took a piece of the fried feeder combusken out of the bucket, looked at it, and gave it to Saturn. "Here." She didn't eat wings, they were too tough and bony for her liking. Saturn loved them though.
Saturn blinked. She had made eye contact for a bit too long there, what was going through her head? Did he even want to know? "I'm good, thanks. I'm full."
"That's the last piece in there, speaking of wasting food..." Mars took the wing back. "Somebody has to eat it." She paused, then smiled at Merc. "Maybe you can take it to Cyrus and trade it for the rest of the pizza."
"He actually gives it to me for free if I just pop into his office and ask him if he's going to eat all that. If last week is any indication."
"Oh, that's why I didn't see any pizza in the trash last week?" Zavier chuckled. "I guess I can take it. This burger was kinda small. Where's the beef? Seriously. I think they gave me a kids meal on accident!"
"It's a wing." Mars said.
"So? As long as it's edible I don't care." Zavier took the wing and popped it in his mouth. After he was done with it, he spit the bone out into the takeout container his burger came in and got up to throw the trash away. Meanwhile, Merc got up and headed toward Cyrus' office.
Zoe shook her head and smirked. "That burger looked a decent size to me. I think he's STILL in the bottomless pit stomach stage." She looked at Mars. "I swear, all the men here are going to eat us into a famine."
"Hey, I'm still here!" Saturn snapped.
Zoe shrugged. "Yeah, maybe not you or Cyrus. But that son of yours just might if he keeps this up. He has an excuse though. That brother of mine doesn't."
"Yeah, well, I highly doubt there'll be a famine. Quit exaggerating." Saturn said in an unamused tone.
Zoe finished her burger. "Oh, nothing to be offended about. Just teasing." She got up and threw her takeout container away, then followed Zavier to the TV and game room of the Galactic hideout.
"Slater..." Mars nudged Saturn playfully. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Something was up if she was calling him by his birth name instead of his Galactic admin space themed name.
"What, Marion?" He used her birth name to reply. She nudged him again in the ribs, this time harder and with a smirk on her face. "...What?" He repeated.
"Wanna play hide the sausage? I've been in the mood since before lunch."
He blinked. So THAT was what the extended eye contact was for. Since his vasectomy when Merc was seven, they had been somewhat regularly intimate. He'd had some of his "love juice" cryogenically preserved in case they ever wanted another kid. There had been way too much drama over Merc existing because Cyrus wasn't thrilled with the idea of a "little brat" running around. He tolerated him now, but neither of them wanted to risk that again, so they'd made that decision. He had to admit, it was nice to have risk free intimacy when they could find a time to do so.
"Well, I suppose that sounds more fun than sitting around listening to Zavier yell profanity at the football game. Zoe too. Sometimes she's just as bad."
She laughed. "And you AREN'T vocal with basketball? Dude! Pot, kettle, black!"
"Eh, I guess so." He smiled. "Honestly though, Charon gets more obnoxious than any of us when he yells at us to shut up because he's trying to sleep. Why doesn't the old fart just nap elsewhere? I'll never understand that. Sure, his favorite recliner is in there, but still." Mars nodded. Saturn looked at her and winked. "Fire Eyes and the sheriff?"
"Grrr, baby." She nuzzled him tenderly. Once he had joked about getting frisky with toy handcuffs. He didn't expect her to go "oh yeah, that'd be hot." But she did, and now they had a "the dangerous villainess seduces the sheriff who's trying to arrest her" game going on once in awhile. He smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek. They headed for his bedroom, he took the toy handcuffs out of their hiding place underneath the dresser, and then they went into one of the spare lounge rooms down the hall and locked the door behind them.
She sat on the couch, and he stood by the door. "Fire Eyes Marion! This is the police! Come out with your hands up!"
"Fat chance, copper! If you want me, you'll have to come get me!"
He approached her with a fast power walk and tackled her, snapping one side of the handcuffs around her left hand. The other side was attached to the arm of the couch. She flailed and acted like she was resisting, but aimed most of her pelvic movements upward in a sort of reverse dry hump. At one point their crotches were aligned. They grinded against each other and he kissed her forehead and gave her ear a quick nibble. Technically out of character, but foreplay was necessary.
He stood up and nodded at her. This was her cue to continue with her next line. "For a cop, you're kinda cute." She said. "What do you say to setting aside our differences right here and now?"
"Stop this nonsense, Fire Eyes!" His face didn't match his tone. His tone was accurate, he sounded enough like an angry cop resisting the advances of a slutty criminal, but his face said "I love you babe, can't wait to 'hide my sausage' in you." She wasn't going to critique, he wasn't an actor after all. God, those silver eyes of his...so hot, so sexy when they met hers like this.
He continued his line. "I will have you jailed. Without bail! You hear me?!" She felt an oozing wetness in her crotch. Usually by the time she noticed she was wet, he was hard and ready to go. The visible bulge in his pants confirmed this.
"You'd be lying if you said you didn't want me, Sheriff." She said in her best sultry tone. "Just look at you, you're rock hard. Give in. You know you want to." She reached for him with her free hand, unzipped his pants, and grabbed his erection and maneuvered it so it poked out of his boxer fly. He had the perfect penis in her opinion, about seven inches long with a smooth, adorable tip. Could've been thicker, but he was her champion stud, he'd figured out how to drive her wild with experience. Nobody could drill like he could. Nobody. It didn't matter that she had no one to compare him too. All that mattered was how well HER man drilled.
