The light from the explosion washed over Logan as he stood at the window watching. That was the direction the starport was in, and he could only think of two reasons for what he was now witnessing. Option one, a ship's reactor detonated for some reason. The thought of option two even being possible sent a shiver up his spine; the Navy could have dropped a fusion warhead from orbit.
The situation was dire enough, but Logan still couldn't imagine the Navy doing something like that. The Pretorian Fleet could have, they had a reputation for being ruthless, but there was no way they had left the inner sphere.
Smoke and debris rose to join the storm clouds overhead as the glow started to fade, the sky returning to deep black and greys. A faint light clung to the horizon over the rooftops, likely a fire in what remained of the starport and surrounding buildings.
Sleep tugged at Logan, and his glass said it was two in the morning. There wasn't much to be done other than look out the window. Turning, he saw everyone except Lilith standing around him, equally wide-eyed and shocked.
"Are we next?" Lindon asked; he was shaking slightly, like a tall pole in the wind.
"Unlikely, if it were an attack, then the Navy would have hit the whole city at more or less the same time. It's possible a reactor aboard one of the ships that was still at the starport exploded. As for why, I couldn't tell you." Logan's own nerves were frayed, but he did his best to speak evenly and project some confidence.
"What do we do?" A little gruff, Vance didn't seem too worried, but Logan got the sense he was a stoic man.
"Go back to sleep if you can, honestly. Fusion detonations have no fallout or radiation. The debris and dust might linger for a day or two." Logan wasn't sure what answers there were right now. Being tired and on edge wouldn't help anyone. He saw a little movement in the stairwell and noticed Lilith keeping a low profile. Still, she must have seen part of the explosion, given the slightly worried look she carried.
"Sleep? After that? Shouldn't we be preparing or doing something?" Lindon had changed his tone, still laced with anxiety but seemed more agitated now.
"What exactly would you want to prepare for? Do you want to head out there yourself and play with rubble?" Effie's voice was elevated; she sounded tired.
Sinking slightly, Lindon retreated into his thoughts, and the floor returned to the kind of silence only heavy rain could bring. Everyone looked at each other awkwardly, realizing most people were half naked, having been jolted out of bed.
"Look, I know it's a hard pill to swallow, and everyone is on edge, but there's nothing we can do right now. I, for one, am going to try and get more sleep," Rubbing the bridge of his nose Logan headed for the stairs; Lilith was a few steps ahead of him.
As he descended the first few stairs, Logan saw the others begin to disperse, their anxiety and fear still visible.
Lilith was sitting on the bed wearing an oversized shirt that almost looked like a dress; Logan was curious but realized it must have been one of the items she grabbed when they were outside yesterday.
"I heard most of the discussion. Pretty sure no one saw me." The baggy nature of the shirt somewhat hid Lilith's stomach. It helped that some of it had already been absorbed; she was nowhere near as big as when they fell asleep.
Logan sat beside her and put a hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently. Logan still needed sleep, and he felt pretty tired.
"I haven't quite finished your last batch of cum, but if you want to fill me up again, I won't say no." Lilith spread her thighs slightly and gave him a flirty look, but it was apparent she was being a bit of a tease.
"Maybe we can try that at a later date. Who knows how pregnant you'll look with two loads in you." Logan could play the game just as well; his hand slid up her thigh and came to a rest on her still partially rounded belly.
Lilith's mouth hung open slightly before she bit her lip and blushed furiously.
They sat together for a moment before tiredness gripped them again. Getting back in bed together, Lilith pulled her shirt off and wiggled herself against Logan, who turned the lights out.
In the darkness, they cuddled, their breathing not really slowing.
"You're pretty certain the Navy didn't attack, right?" Her voice was quiet, and Lilith sounded troubled.
"Fairly. We can discuss more in the morning if you want." Logan yawned slowly.
"I trust your judgment, Mr. Spy." She squeezed his arms as they held her tightly.
Logan chuckled as he started to drift off. "Wasn't a spy."
There were no dreams as he slept, waking slightly more rested than he had felt when the explosion shook him to consciousness. Sleep felt like it still clung to his bones, but Logan shrugged it off.
Lilith was draped over him, breathing slowly, lovely amethyst-like eyes watching him. A small smile crept onto her mouth when she realized he was awake; she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
They didn't talk for a few minutes, opting to lay together and feel the warmth and comfort of skin-on-skin contact. Logan held her tightly and wished they were deep in a rainy forest, curled up in a cozy cabin with large ceiling-high windows. Views of the rain-soaked foliage, fog drifting through the trees. Maybe one day.
"What are you smiling about?" Lilith sounded like she might fall asleep again.
"The future." He replied plainly.
"Oh? Must have been a nice thought." Logan felt her hand cup his balls as she spoke.
"It was quite nice." His smile got a little bigger.
"You already feel so full again... " Her hand gently squeezed and weighed each of Logan's balls.
"If we could have sex right now, I'd love to, but I'd still like to avoid dealing with everyone else. Unless you want to stay in the room all day." Logan gave her a very suggestive look.
