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Chapter 4: The Final Countdown

Summary:

Time passes, at first slowly, and then all at once on the Tynan. The crew have begun to synchronize despite obstacles along the way. The grub table felt a little closer to that softly crowded energy Camina and Josep had missed since the passing of Serge, and the handing off of Michio. Their jokes, over time became more and more familiar until they started to treat one another as if they’d known each other much longer. Life on the ship encouraged this as you hear, see, and smell mostly every aspect of each others lives, with little by way of out of ship entertainment. Most every day passed in total darkness aside from the lights of the ship, augmented reality thermal sensor fields of deep space, and each others brisk little slips of their masks.

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“Josep are you going to eat that or not?” Clarissa suavely barks. Josep rolls his eyes and slides the last 3d printed artificial steam bun at her. Clarissa’s puppy eyes switch to a self-assured smug head bobble and she swiftly but softly pivots to look at Camina and pouts “I can hear you rolling your eyes at me capitan.” 

“Hah, sorry Clarissa. You justa remind me of someone. Someone you know actually who plays this same game.” 

Clarissa cocks her head back in delighted curiosity as Josep feigns disinterest. “Well you have to tell me obviously.” 

“An inyalowda as well.” Camina now takes on a mirthy smirk like a cat who just set a mouse trap. 

Clarissa pauses for a second and then bursts out suddenly with hardly any breath between words:

“IF YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT AMOS HE ONLY DOES THAT WITH PEOPLE HE’S SLEPT WITH!!!”

Camina’s mouse trap has backfired and her cheeks grow redder than any hydroponic tomato any of them had seen in decades. Suddenly Josep’s stoic distance crumbles and he finds himself laughing hysterically. “I never seen dem blush like dis before oh myyy Camina you dun da ting. But wait bossmeng you never even tell me bow dis???”

Clarissa, seizing the upper hand, compounded her attack. “To be honest, i had only seen him from the back at a party and i thought he was one of those muscle dykes. Maybe trans in some way. In fairness he was wearing a dress and heels that would make even me question my abilities.”

Suddenly Camina and Clarissa both sputter out a rapid sentence but at the exact same time:

Camina: I didn’t know you were queer.

Clarissa: I didn’t know you slept with straight men.

Upon hearing what Camina had said, now it was Clarissa’s turn to blush. Camina, similarly, did not miss an attack vector. “Oh Amos is not straight.” Clarissa quickly rebutted, “I realized as soon as I said it. I guess I only knew of him with me where he’s just so masculine and toppish. 

Joseps eyes glittered at that like an anime kitten looking at a big bowl of milk but Camina almost fell over laughing from this. It was the harder than Clarissa had ever seen them laugh and it was a harder laugh than anything much longer than Josep cared to remember. When they finally collected themselves a bit they sputtered out chokily, “I literally thought that Amos was exclusively a femme bottom. We are all learn something new today.”

Clarissa sat for a second lips and eyes pursed in thought. “Wait when and where was this? If you tell me ceres about 100 cycles ago I will give Josep back this food.”

“Then you better give it back.”

They laughed for a seemingly endless time before Camina finally drug them back to the nasty recurrent business of sabotage and hide, ad infinitium. Each in their way had been glad to ignore it for a moment however brief. Camina went on, “you all have your sub-projects and a sense of the timeline. I am calling this next maneuver “operation voluntary kidnapping””. Everyone groaned and kind of shook their heads at them and they just responded, “what? Anyways you know wat to do.” They all fell seamlessly back into hacking on their various current sub-projects. 

After several hours Clarissa went to head back to their bunk to take a break and unwind and almost ran into a sheepish Camina leaving their collective bunks in the opposite room. “Hello Clarissa.” Camina ushered out not entirely un-robotocally. Clarissa took a micro-step towards Camina who seized and then melted in response and whispered, “You’re a funny one. I can never tell if you are hard as steel or soft as goo.” Camina regained herself and leaned in a touch farther than Clarissa until they were on their tippy toes (no easy task in mag boots!) yet perfectly balancing their nose a few centimeters from the side of Clarissa’s “if you want to kiss me do it now.”

It came out as more of an order than Camina had originally intended but they did not skip a beat when clarissa slides her body into the tightest fit against Camina’s body as their suits could allow. Clarissa could feel heat circling even between their suits. As lips and tongues fall into a deepening rhythm Camina slaps the door open button and practically throws Clarissa onto their shared bed, which is probably 6 times the size of the meal table. Camina feels a contradictory pang and a relief that josep does not appear to be in the room. They masterfully pull each other and their own suits without so much as a downward glance. 

Suddenly Clarissa pulls back and pushes her hand to her temple and grumbles from a pulse of pain. “Sorry, just sometimes i have the flashes.” 

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. Let me know if you want some water or me to get dressed again.” 

“NO.” Now Camina felt slightly more dominant than she intended. Camina melted into a warm little puddle of expectant listening. The jolting turn on of the switch electrified Clarissa out of her loop. She rushed back towards Camina who embraced her fully in return. 

Their kisses and pulls and hands and wetness pulled ever closer to each other. Camina both hard and soft. Clarissa leg wet from herself. They were wearing nothing but magboots when tiny Camina pushed the luscious Clarissa back onto a wall. Her hand flew back instinctively to grab something and accidentally turned off the gravity. When she realized what she’d done she rolled a bit in giggles. “You mean we didn’t even need to be wearing these boots?” 

Camina smirking, “I thought you were into it.”

“I am”, Clarissa kisses back into their mouth.

Sneakily enough for most, but not for Camina, Clarissa, slipped off both of their gravity boot releases. They held each other, entangled legs with free limbs pushing gently against the ceiling until they found a balanced spot in the space of the room. As their writhing began to deepen again they started to spin in a circle in the center of the room. The intensity warmed them both into false security so much so that they both let their eyes close. Trusting themselves not to collide, too hard, into any of the walls or structures. Camina began to scream in deep ecstasy as their bodies coalesced. Tears were falling down Clarissa’s face when they both finally fell over the waterfall of release. Drops of multi-tinged liquid floated freely in the room. Suddenly, they both heard a beeping and jolted their heads to the door, all at once realizing again their position in the room. 

The door opened and the gravity turned back on automatically and they fell a short distance on to the bed into a naked slimy pile of themselves, cackling with abandon all the while. “I’m sooooo sorryyyyy” Josep wicnced realizing his mistake. “I just felt Camina’s signals going irregular on my sensors and thought maybe they were in troub...” 

Clarissa surprises Camina by collecting herself first and simply laughing out a friendly, “get over here you absolutely hunkish clod”.

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