Interstellar Sex Dreams Pt 05

Copyright Nikki Hall

Edited by Tex Beethoven

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FOREWORD

This story was inspired by the movie Passengers. I loved it, but my kinky mind couldn't help but think how it could have played out differently!

Given this is part 5 to the story, I strongly suggest you read parts 1, 2 and 3 first.

It's a long read, but hopefully you enjoy it enough that the 'pages' simply keep turning for you!

Licks and kisses,

Nikki

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All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are 18 years or older

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"Please don't be alarmed, Miss Barden," he began as she began to return to consciousness. "There's been an incident with your stasis pod, and I'm here to fix it."

"Mike?" she asked as she started to pull herself together.

"That's right, Doctor Mike McAllister, I was the one who put you into stasis at the start of the journey."

"How far from Entarch are we? Thirty-seven years?" she asked him.

"Forty-three actually," Mike lied. He saw the confusion on Amy's face.

"But we've done this before!" Amy protested. "More than once, even!"

"Maybe you've been having stasis dreams?" Mike suggested.

"That explanation sounds weirdly familiar," Amy replied doubtfully.

"I can assure you that this kind of malfunction is unbelievably rare. In fact, I've only heard of one other, and that wasn't even aboard this ship. It's certainly the first time I've ever encountered it."

"Oh, how incredibly strange," Amy replied, confusion scrawled across her features.

"Coming out of stasis can be very disorienting, Miss Barden, so don't stress yourself too much about the details, I'm sure when you find your feet you'll feel a lot better about things."

Amy seemed to accept that Mike's proposal was sound, or was at least willing to put her concerns aside for the moment. Mike passed her a more respectable gown than he had used previously, in large part just to make things different. He figured if she felt less exposed this time, it may not trigger as many memories. He was disappointed that he wouldn't get to see the play of the very light material across her wondrous body, but he put it away in favour of the longer game. He escorted her through the ship to her cabin, where he waited while she changed. When she appeared, she was wearing a shimmering green, practical top and pair of black slacks that hinted at her figure without intimately defining it .

When it came time for dinner, he disregarded his prior knowledge of her, teasing her interests from her through conversation and threading slightly different information about himself throughout. He could tell his careful performance was enough to seed further doubt into her memories of having been through the experience before.

By the end of the meal and subsequent tour of the ship, Amy had relaxed significantly. Mike even left

Out of This World

out of the tour, given that Amy hadn't show any interest in the facility during their previous interactions. He focused on wooing her without crude sexual references or innuendo. He left her at the end of the evening, happy with how friendly things had ended, and headed for his own cabin with a smile on his face and a spring in his step.

Over the course of the next couple of days, Mike tried his hardest to win Amy's heart. She was a truly delightful companion and seemed genuinely interested in him, but he seemed to lack the wherewithal to translate the freely offered friendly companionship into romance. Naggingly, Amy also kept noticing clues that she had been awakened before. Little things would set her off, and despite Mike's assurances they hadn't happened, she started to suggest things she might be able to do to confirm whether she had or hadn't been awake. Fortunately for Mike, she seemed mostly reliant on technology solutions, such as keeping a diary of activity or tracking her personal finances. He was fortunate she didn't come up with anything that he hadn't already fixed through hacking the system.

Mike decided he needed something extra special to woo Amy this time. Something exquisite that she would never get to do if she weren't with him. He wracked his brain and flicked through ship manuals, looking for something that might satisfy his need. He ignored all the onboard entertainment, because she clearly had sufficient money to access anything of that nature her heart desired.

After a day of searching, he stumbled across the perfect solution. He was excited when he met with Amy for dinner.

"Wine?" she offered him, when he took a seat opposite her in the French restaurant where they'd agreed to have dinner. She was halfway through a glass of white.

"Actually not tonight, thanks Amy. And I would prefer if you didn't drink anything further either. I have something very special planned for later, and we should absolutely be sober when we do it."

"Well that sounds almost ominous," she commented.

"Nothing to be concerned about, it's a very minor precaution."

"I shall have to trust you then shan't I,

Doctor

McAllister."

"Yes, you shall," he affirmed with a warm, engaging smile.

They enjoyed their meal, though an unspoken, minor tension developed as they drew closer to Mike taking Amy for their secret adventure, as he wouldn't give her the faintest clue as to what they'd be doing.

"I can only tell you that it's something you'd never get to do if you weren't here with me, out of stasis like this."

"Well, that certainly puts a tantalising spin on things," she replied, clearly intrigued.

They finished eating, and Mike led Amy through the ship, taking her beyond the passenger area and into the crew and service areas of the ship. Eventually they reached a room on the outer portion of the ship that was heavily marked with warnings about authorised crew-only entry and with numerous emergency precautions posted on the bulkheads. Amy's eyes were darting from message to message and across all the pictograms, trying to make sense of where they were.

"We're embarking on an excursion," Mike told her grandly, leading her into a room with space-suits hanging in preservation lockers.

"An excursion?"

"A space-walk," Mike explained.

"No!" Amy gasped.

"Relax Amy, it will be one of the most amazing experiences of your life." He was pleased that her 'no' seemed to be more of an expression of shock rather than a refusal to participate. He turned and began sorting out equipment for them both, handing Amy different items and explaining what they were for, and tips on what she might need to do with them. Only 'might', because most of them were to be utilised in various highly unlikely emergencies.

"I'm afraid you'll need to strip to your underwear and put this on first. It houses bio-sensors that need to be in contact with your skin. I'll put mine on at the same time and face over there," he offered, pointing in a direction that wouldn't put her in his line of view when she changed.

Amy accepted the suit from him and started changing. He turned away from her and did the same, wishing he could simply watch her instead. When he finished dressing and she said it was okay to look, he turned to see Amy pulling the zip up the front of her skin-tight suit. She smiled at him.

"Right, just let me check that everything is where it should be," he requested, closely following official procedures, moving closer to her. "Turn around for me?"

Mike made sure to be professional and checked the suit carefully for issues before taking a moment to enjoy just how spectacularly it clung to her beautiful curves.

"All good?" Amy asked.

Mike checked the readout from her suit on his ocular display and confirmed it was perfect.

"Right, now for the clunky stuff," he told her and helped her into the outer suit with its magnetic boots. Once she was dressed, he put the same items on himself before finally grabbing the helmets that completed the ensemble. With each of them holding their helmets at the ready, he escorted Amy into the airlock and sealed the inner hatch. They donned their helmets and Mike activated the comms. Through them he next explained the process they were about to follow, attaching the first of their safety lines, before evacuating

all

the air from the lock (lest any remnants sweep them both into space as the outer hatch was breached), then opening the outer hatch to step out onto the small platform beyond it. There they'd attach their second tether outside the outer hatch before disconnecting the first. Next, they'd attach their umbilical that would supply air and power from the ship. The suits had their own sources, but were for emergency use. He explained the process of walking and the importance of keeping one foot in contact with the platform while doing so and then finally, Mike would seal the outer hatch behind them.

He kept an eye on Amy's heartrate as they proceeded through those steps. It spiked a bit at times, but never so badly as to cause concern. He clipped and checked Amy's umbilical, then his own. The hatch closed silently behind them. Mike saw Amy staring out into the vast nothingness surrounding them, her eyes wide with wonder. He grinned, remembering his own first time. He waited until she turned to look at him, warmed by the smile that lit her face.

"It's so amazing, Mike," he heard her say through the comm, "Its so hard to comprehend that it's real. It' slike I'm looking at a picture rather than reality.," her voice filled with wonder.

"It gets better," he told her. He reached across to the control panel on the sleeve of Amy's suit and switched off her boots' magnetism. She started to slowly drift away, though Mike reassuringly held onto her hand. "Are you ready to try this?" he asked. "If you are, I'll turn my boots off as well and we'll drift out into space, secured by the umbilical. There's nothing in the world quite like the feeling of drifting in space, like swimming, only within nothing at all."

"It's safe though, right?"

"Of course. I'd never be out here myself if it weren't," Mike replied.

"Well okay then. Set us adrift, doctor."

Mike smiled and deactivated his boots. Together, they drifted out to the end of their lifelines, floating in emptiness as the mighty ship powered through the universe toward its destination.

"Oh my god Mike, this is truly amazing, there aren't any words!" Amy gushed as she floated at the end of her tether.

"It's truly unique isn't it?"

They spoke little, but held hands to remain together and squeezing, as if communicating their shared sense of wonder as they delighted in the fathomless vista beyond them.

"I feel so small," Amy commented, "like a mote of dust," after they'd been floating for what seemed like a long time.

"It certainly has that effect, doesn't it?"

Mike gave her a couple of minutes more before suggesting they return to the ship. He instructed her on how to activate her umbilical's retrieval function and once she was safely on her way, activated his own. Amy didn't quite nail the landing and crashed gently against the side of the ship, bouncing a short distance away, kind of like a slow-motion balloon, while Mike used his experience to land on his feet, activating his boots at just the right moment. From his point of security he reached out and grabbed Amy as she rebounded slowly against the shortened limit of her tether and back within his reach. He helped her to stand and turn her boots on, then led her hand in hand. They detatched the umbilicals, moved back into the airlock and reconnected their tethers.

When the atmosphere had been restored, they de-helmeted and proceeded through to the locker room where they undressed. When it came time to remove her under-suit, Amy didn't even bother turning away from Mike, so he didn't either. He drank in the sight of her bare skin. Her underwear was black and functional, though when she turned to step into the dress she'd worn to dinner, he noted the bottoms were a nicely cut thong. Every inch of her was utter perfection. Realising he was staring, he quickly scrambled back into his own clothes.

The door to the locker room sealed shut behind them and Amy turned to face Mike.

"Thank you so much Mike, that truly was the best thing ever. Simply incredible. I keep saying this, but there really are no words."

"You're very welcome," Mike replied, unable to suppress a beaming smile. Amy stepped in close and leaned toward him. Her lips were decorated with a subdued shade of red, and they glistened in the corridor's light. They were pursed, rather than parted. Mike almost missed the cue, he was so taken with admiring them. At the last moment he realised he was about to be kissed, and he met her lips with his own. The contact of her soft, luscious skin on his lips was heavenly, and sent pleasure soaring throughout his body. Instinctively he parted his lips a little as the kiss lingered. He darted his tongue out and caressed her lips slightly, testing the waters. The response was slower to come than he'd have hoped, but when it did he wanted to cry out in joy, because he felt her tongue dance lightly against his own. The kiss deepened, and he folded her in his arms, triumphant and overjoyed.

As it ended, he slipped his fingers through hers, lacing their hands together.

"Wow," he said quietly. Amy just smiled at him.

"Wine?" Amy suggested.

"Most definitely," he replied. They strolled back through the ship's halls until they reached a bar with a good view, then sat and shared a bottle of old, deep shiraz. They talked about nothing of consequence, Mike desperately trying not to rush things, not wanting to talk about their kiss and what it might mean. Amy didn't seem inclined to raise the topic either. When they finished the bottle, Amy suggested it was time for sleep and Mike escorted her back to her cabin along what had become a very familiar path.

They arrived at the door to her suite and Mike turned to face Amy, pulling her gently by the hand toward him so he could kiss her again. Her lips parted willingly, and their tongues danced a dance as old as time, swirling and twirling around each other. It broke with a gasp for air from both of them, and Mike tried to gauge Amy's reaction as he stared into her pale blue eyes. Her tongue slid over her lips, but she stepped back rather than holding close to him.

"I'm sorry Mike," she replied. "I can't ..."

"Not again," he bemoaned, the words slipping from his lips before he released what he was saying.

"What do you mean again?" Amy asked, suddenly suspicious.

"Just other failed romances," Mike groaned, scrambling to dissimulate. "I adore you Amy, I just want more time with you, I want more

of

you."

"I know Mike, but... well, I can't explain it at the moment, I just can't. I'm so sorry, tonight has been so very special and I don't want to appear ungrateful or to take any further advantage of you." She turned and waved her hand over the door's control panel, and it slid open. She quickly stepped inside, and it hissed closed behind her, sealing Mike out and leaving him feeling utterly bereft and alone. He leant his head against the door and resisted the urge to pound it with his fist in futility.

He set off for his cabin, dejected and depressed. He didn't even bother replaying the magic of the kiss through his ocular as he normally would have after such an incredible experience. His only hope was that on the following day Amy might have a change of heart. Maybe memories of the night would be enough to give him another chance.

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When Mike made his way to the dining hall for breakfast, he was disappointed to receive a message from Amy that she would take breakfast in her suite. She suggested they meet for lunch.

Mike whiled away the hours until then, mentally grasping for threads as to how things could become different or just wishing they were, and achieving nothing. As he finally made his way back to the dining hall to meet Amy, he contemplated telling her that he'd fixed her pod. Maybe if she went back into stasis he could figure out another way to seduce her.

His hopes were crushed at a glance.

Amy sat waiting for him, sipping on a glass of ice water. Her long blonde hair had been cropped short.

"You've cut your hair," he said, attempting to inject pleasure that he was far from feeling into his voice.

"I did," she replied, smiling, "I decided it would make for a nice change and it will be a fun surprise for Karen, who will be expecting me of course to look exactly the same as when I went into stasis!"

"It will certainly be that," Mike agreed numbly, his mind whirling. He was going to have some serious work ahead of him. Suddenly, rather than simply scrubbing all evidence of this enlivening, he was going to have to leave a trail and fake an actual malfunction. In one fell swoop the complexities had expanded by an order of magnitude. He sighed.

"Are you okay?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired. I should have your pod repaired by the end of the day, though."

"Oh that's wonderful news, Mike!" Amy gushed.

They ordered and ate food, Mike's depressed spirits leading to an indulgence in deep fried chicken that wasn't going to do him any good at all. Amy settled for a simpler healthy sandwich of grilled chicken, salad and avocado. Amy carried the conversation while Mike was distracted, already starting to think about what he would have to achieve once he had her back in stasis.

Mike called Amy mid-afternoon to announce that she could go back into stasis whenever she was ready. He didn't even bother trying to share one more dinner with her.

When she put her stasis suit on he sighed wistfully, taking a final chance to admire her body, reluctantly admitting that her hair, even short, still looked fabulous on her. He activated the stasis process with a reluctant finality and returned to his cabin to construct his misleading electronic trail.

It was one thing to wipe all electronic traces of a series of events, no matter how complex and interrelated, and by this time he knew he was very skilled at doing that. It was far more difficult to create evidence of a highly improbable glitch and make it look plausible in the face of the preconception held by all software engineers and their bosses that such a thing could never happen, especially when they were correct.

It took him a week.

At the end of the week he was mentally exhausted. He thought about going back into stasis. The only thing that stopped him was that if he did, he'd awaken at journey's end with the raw memory of this personal disaster. He didn't think he could face it.

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So he surveyed his diminishing list.

Cheryl Ward. Eighteen and beautiful. Maybe youth would again prove bountiful for him.

Mike stared down at Cheryl in her pod. Her long blonde hair had been artfully arranged such that it almost haloed her head. She appeared athletic and fit even at rest, her hips narrow and her waist narrower again. The compression of the stasis suit stripped her of any noticeable sign of her breasts as she lay flat on her back, but even in stasis her nipples were prominent and appeared hard. Mike felt a stirring in his loins as he set about reviving her.

She was very woozy when she emerged and clearly struggled to comprehend what was happening. Mike took advantage of that as he urged her into the shower to clean off.

"I think it best if I make sure you don't fall," he suggested to her, helping her through the door and towards the shower alcove. "The water should help you regain your equilibrium, and you can remove the suit under the shower if you like."

Cheryl wasn't in a state to object, so Mike helped her into the alcove, adjusted the water for her and stood watching as she stood beneath its cascade. The stasis suits weren't designed to bathe in, and the fabric quickly went transparent. Mike enjoyed the sight while projecting the professional concern of a medic. When Cheryl showed signs of coming to terms with what was happening, Mike used his ocular to check her vitals and ensure she was okay, then stepped out of the shower and around a corner when she verbally confirmed she was and indicated she was ready to remove the suit.