“Maybe,” Agatha said with the air of someone who didn’t quite buy it.
I guess it did seem a little strange. If they didn’t expect me to escape, why provide me with food resources like this?
And if they thought I could get this far, they must have known there was a chance I could get off the planet.
And if I could do that, there was no reason I couldn’t find them and my ship.
So why not boobytrap the statue?
I shook my head.
Because my crew wasn’t like that, I told myself. My crew were good men. Honorable.
If they agreed to leave a shuttlecraft here, they would have done it.
Something must have prevented them from doing so.
It didn’t help me much with my current situation but it cheered me up a little, at least.
We munched on our snacks, a welcome break from the Desert Fish jerky we’d eaten all day.
I loved watching Agatha.
She was most interesting when she didn’t know I was watching.
She liked to peer around at her surroundings and take it in, thinking and considering, her lips making invisible words she didn’t speak out loud.
Then she would turn and glance at me and her smile would fade from her face.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She frowned and pursed her lips.
Yes, I thought. Being stuck out here with no shuttlecraft wasn’t good but it was far from the worst fate I could imagine.
At least I wasn’t alone.
Even better, I was here with her.
“What’ll we do tomorrow?” she said.
“Keep moving through the desert. We need to do some surveillance and see what we’re up against. There are other prisons on this moon. They might not be as intense security-wise as the one we came from.”
“Wait. Are you suggesting what I think you are?”
I grinned at her.
“You want to break into a prison?” she said.
I wiggled my eyebrows, causing Agatha to laugh.
“You’re serious?” she said.
“I rule out nothing when it comes to getting out of here.”
She shook her head.
“You’re crazy.”
“Maybe. But maybe we need a little craziness if we want to escape.”
“You might be right there.”
She lifted the juice and downed another mouthful.
She filled her cheeks and extended the bottle to me.
I shook my head.
“You Vulcarians really don’t eat much, huh?” Agatha said.
“And you humans eat a lot.”
“Not all humans. Only me.”
“I don’t know where you put it. You’re skinny.”
“I put it in this hole in my face. It gets a lot of usage. And I’m not as skinny as I used to be.”
“That’s a good thing. I like a girl with a little meat on her bones. Otherwise, you’d only be good for picking teeth.”
Agatha chuckled.
“Thanks… I think.”
She cleared her throat and rasped a little with her breathing.
“Are you okay?” I said.
She tapped her chest with her fist and nodded.
“Clear as a be—” she said, but she coughed before she could complete the word “bell.”
“Sounds like you need another dose of me,” I said.
“You think?” she said, coughing again.
“I’m certain of it. Come here.”
She shuffled over and plonked herself beside me.
She got comfortable and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
She smiled as we pressed our lips together.
It was slower this time.
We each raised our hands and ran them through each other’s hair and down the back of our necks.
She couldn’t stop smiling and neither could I.
It was me that let out the soft sigh of contentment this time.
Our tongues massaged each other, both fiery and soft in equal measure.
Finally, we pulled apart and I opened my eyes.
She did the same with a big smile on her face.
“Will that do you?” I said. “I wouldn’t want you to overdo the daily prescription.”
She looked me in the eye.
“I might have already.”
“Oh?”
“I have a confession to make. I didn’t really cough because my throat was closing up. I coughed on purpose.”
I beamed and shook my head. I couldn’t believe this girl.
“And why would you do that?” I said.
“I think you know why.”
We kissed again.
This time, she leaned into me, pressing me back onto the sand dune.
She kissed me on the lips and worked her way down my neck to my chest.
She straddled me and I watched as she drew her shirt off over her head.
She gently folded it before placing it on top of the food packaging we ate earlier.
Then she helped draw my shirt off over my head.
I slurped on her nipples, licking and caressing them with my lips and tongue.
She placed her hand on my head and guided me in closer, to encourage me to take her breast in her mouth.
I abided.
I wrapped my arms around her and goosebumps sprung across the surface of my skin as her skin touched mine.
She was stupendous.
Magnificent.
And she was all mine.
I slipped my pants down and she removed her own.
She slid on top of me, guiding me inside her.
She braced herself with her hands on my chest as she rocked back and forth.
Delicious.
Hot.
She rode me, each time taking an extra inch, until she took all of me.
I felt her ass on my balls.
I leaned back and watched as she worked me, drilling me the way I had drilled her that first night.
Then she got serious and rode me hard, bouncing up and down with her breasts floating in front of my face.
It was sometime later, after we were drenched in sweat, with her lying on my chest and fingering the tiny sprigs of curly black hair that she asked me:
“How long do you think I’ll be immune to this planet’s atmosphere now?”
“I’m not sure. About ten minutes.”
She chuckled and leaned her chin on my chest.
“Are you just saying that to sleep with me again?” she said in a mock sour voice.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Neither of us slept much that night, me least of all.
Agatha lay sprawled across me and snored gently.
Her hair lay tossed and curled around her face and tickled my nose.
I ran my fingers through her hair and wondered how I had managed to live this long in my life without her by my side.
That golden glow in the center of
