Hours 4: Golden Hour
Trance walked along the corridors leading to the hangar deck: the last two weeks had been, well, strange. Even since Erica had revealed her presence to the rest of the crew, Rommie and Beka had been acting strangely. It wasn't anything specific, but they had seemed to talk a lot more, normally ending their conversations abruptly whenever someone came near. As someone who prided her self on know what was going on, Trance was understandably curious.
Erica didn't have a duty station as such, and she spent most of her time working on the Maru. Trance knew that it was understandafor for an AI to take an interest in their Ship-self, and decided that this was the best way to catch her alone. The airlock door was open, the sound of welding coming ins inside the small cargo ship.
"Erica, are you here?" Trance stepped through into the central chamber.
"Of cores I'm here: where else would I be?" The AI's holographic form blinked into existence behind her,
"I wish you wouldn't do that!" Trance jumped.
"Well it was a rather silly question: I am the ship, I can't be anywhere else." Erica laughed.
Trance shook her head, "I meant is your Avatar around?"
"I'm right here." Erica walked in from the engine room, wiping her hands on a piece of rag, her overalls covered in grease, "I was just re-aligning the thrusters assemblies: they tend to shake lose every so often. Harper normally dose it, but as he's on Sinti, I have to." She sat on a stool by the mess hall counter, "So, how can I help you?"
Trance took a deep breath, "What's going on between you, Rommie and Beka?"
"That's a rather personal question Miss Gemini." Erica tilted her head to the side, "Care to explain why I should answer it?"
Trance posed for a moment: there was something about Erica's manner, her body language that was both unsettling and strangely enticing at the same time. She shook her head, "I need to know if what's going on endangers my mission."
Erica walked toward Trance, her hip's swaying, and one hand in the waistband of her jeans, "And just what, pray tell, is you mission? The others I understand, even Tyr to a point, but you are a complete mystery. I've asked Andromeda, but she doesn't know anything about you that I don't."
"You know all you need to about me." Trance backed up, and found her self up against one of the crew bunks.
Erica smileer fer face closing to within inches of Trance's, "Oh I wouldn't say that: there are still a few things I'd like to know about you."
Trance was growing lightly uncomfortable, "Like what?"
Erica smiled, placing her hands on the bunk either side of the golden-skinned woman, cutting off her line of retreat, "What you're like in bed." Erica's lip's brushed against Trance's, before pushing down with more force.
"Let me go!" Trance struggled.
"We both know I'm not as physically strong as Rommie, and the two of you are pretty much evenly matched." Erica smiled, "If you really want out, go." Trance stood silently for a moment, then stopped struggling. Erica smiled, "Good. You want to know what's up between Rommie, Beka and me? I'll show you."
Trance stood, transfixed by both fear and lust, as Erica reached round pul pulled on the zip the held her top closed at the back. The leather outfit fell open, her full breasts standing out firmly. Erica gently took them in her hands, her head bobbin down so she could plant kisses on them, carefully not to touch the dark areola or the swollen nipples. Tran hea head tilted back as the kisses moved up, passing along her neck and jawbone, before returning to her lips. Trance opened her mouth, admitting Erica's eager tongue, allowing it to tussle with her own.
Erica's strong hands slid down until they gripped Trance's tight ass, then quickly lifted her so she was stilling on the edge of the bunk. Erica's lips moved down again, passing along the valley formed by the two golden mounds of Trance's breasts, before flicking into her navel sharply, enticing a sharp moan from Trance. Erica planted kisses across Trance's flat stomach as her fingers hurriedly undid the belt holding up the other woman'guregure hugging trousers.
Trance sighed as her leather trousers where pulled down, reviling her lacy purple panties, already showing singes of the wetness building beyond. Erica flicked her thumbs through the waistband of the silken garment, and carefully pulled them down, reviling a closely shaven patch of red hair. Trance's neither lips glisten with her juices as the AI's tongue dapped at them, sending shivers up and down the alien's spine. Erica's hands returned to Trances tight rear, pulling for forward slightly as she knelt on the deck, her face at the perfect height for what she had planed.
Erica's experienced tongue slid up Trance's pussy lips, then circled her clit slowly. Trance leaned back, making a strange purring sound that resonated throughout her entire body. Eric gently nibbled at the exposed love button, sending Trance into spasm, her boy stiffening as her orgasm reached its most intense. Erica flicked her tongue over the clit as she held it between her teeth, drawing the orgasm out for as long as possible. A fresh flood of juices flowed from Trance's swollen pussy lips, and Erica eagerly lapped it up. Trance's eyes fluttered open, "That was amazing!"
