Mr Winthrop
Day
1 (cont)
Capt
Burke
1859
Hours
Jane lowered herself into the hot, bubbling water to
relax her aching muscles. Smitty gave me
a workout tonight. Not great form, but he's got stamina, I'll give him that.
Someone bumped against her leg. She ignored the
newcomer until a hand started traveling up her leg. She opened her eyes to see Winthrop grinning. "Captain," he greeted her.
"If you really want a workout, maybe you should try a security man,
instead of engineering."
I should
have transferred him off a long time ago. "It's a sport for us, not a profession." She sat up and
scooted away from him to adjust the water jets, settled back down removed from
him.
"Maybe we could try one of my sports." He
looked ready to slide after her.
"Are you sure she's here?" someone asked as
a herd of men entered the whirlpool area.
"She wanted a hot bath. This is as hot a bath as
she can get aboard," Ferguson
said.
"Excuse me, bosses," stated a copper bunch
of muscles as he settled into the water between her and Winthrop.
It's ...
exciting to have Tall Bear in the water next to me. He’s risking angering Winthrop. Well, Winthrop was
angering me. Thankfully, Bear doesn’t get fresh, not with me. Pity. Stop it,
Jane. Shore leave isn’t far away.
Hot Time in the Sauna
Day
1 (cont)
Lt
Cmdr Smythe
1902
Hours
Smitty reclined on the top shelf of the dimly-lit
sauna and let the heat seep into his taxed muscles. Captain gives as good as she takes. Maybe better. I couldn’t
concentrate tonight. I'm lucky I didn't break something. I should just concede
she knows karate better than I do.
Someone entered. He ignored them, hoped they would do
the same. A moment later, he heard a low moan and tried not to frown. Lovers. Not exactly private in here. Can’t
realize I'm here; must be too caught up with each other to notice me.
"Oh, I hurt!" He involuntarily peeked. MacDowell! And Bugalu, I suppose. No, the
skin's not dark enough. He focused his gaze, and found the second person to
be a tall dusky woman with long black braids. Copper hands pushed red hair
aside, kneaded the white shoulders and back that sat between her dusky legs.
"That doctor was right, I should have taken it easy. It's just- It's been
so long! And it felt so-o-o good!"
Okay, so
she's been with Bugalu. What's it to me? Nothing. It can’t be anything to me. He closed his eyes and tried to
concentrate on relaxing, on letting the heat soak his aching muscles. Of course it felt good with him; I've never
heard one of his dates complain yet. But then, I've never heard of one of this
dates going off to be with someone else immediately after, either. None of my
business. People swing both ways, sometimes.
He stayed where he was, eyes closed, barely daring to
breath, unwilling to impose himself on the two women at such an intimate
moment. The time came when he would have normally gotten up and left because
the heat had become unbearable, but he stayed where he was. How long are they going to be here? Finally, when he thought his lungs might sear
from the heat, he heard a soft slap of skin against skin.
"Thanks for the rub-down, YD," he heard
Colleen say. "I'm ready for something cold to drink, want to join
me?"
Yes! A stiff
drink, over rocks. Lots of them!
"Water," was what the other woman said.
"Well, of course water," the redhead said,
standing up. "I'm not stupid. I think I've sweated out about a gallon this
evening. Come on, I'm buying. Maybe we'll run into your beefcake brave, and you
can pick up where you left off." They left, the opening of the door
producing a momentary cooling of the room.
Smitty sighed and sat up, realized his muscles were
tense, but in a way that had nothing to do with his earlier karate practice
bout with Burke. If this had been a more
private a place ... no, no, one of them is my subordinate, and the other-- Who
was the other one? I don't remember seeing her before. Pretty enough, though.
Disturbing Dream
Day 2
Smitty
0228
Hours
Smitty wasn’t sure how long he had spent in the sauna, but he had almost
reached that wonderful state where he was completely relaxed. Too relaxed to
get up and leave. Shortly after that, he knew from experience, the heat would
start to become uncomfortable, and he would then be able to find the energy to
leave.
He wasn’t sure when the women had arrived in the sauna, only that he
opened his eyes and they were there, on the bench across from him. Coppery
hands kneaded white shoulders and then worked down the pale back. When those
hands threatened to release the woman’s towel, the redhead turned to face her
companion, pressed their bodies together as her towel fluttered to the floor.
Dusky arms held her close as tan and strawberry lips met in a torrid kiss that
ignited the air Smitty drew into his lungs.
Smythe jerked awake, found himself sitting straight
up in bed with the sweat running down his body as if he were still in the
sauna. Black space, why am I dreaming
about them? If I’m going to a wet
dream, there’s women aboard who are available to me. And plenty of women from
the past I could remember fondly. What those
two choose to do together is no concern of mine. I have to agree with the
Captain, I’ll be blasted happy when shore leave gets here.
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