“Do you, Mattew Holmes take Nancy Johnson to be your lawfully wedded wife?”. That question keeps echoing in your head. “I Do.” You said confidently, or at least you think you sounded confident as you wore a suit similar to that of a Cadet, but the civilian equivalent. Navs, Nancy, your wife, wore a traditional dress that she and her mother picked out.
After you kissed, you walked out, hand in hand, under raised swords. You shouldn’t have had a military ceremony. If anything, it should have been just the two of you with a couple of witnesses at the Magistrate. But Nav’s father must have called in every favor possible to have a ceremony at the floto chapel.
“Please identify yourself.” A link comes over the main vidi.
You stop remembering your wedding and focus answering the Maristo at the saltopunkto.
“This is the Independent Freighter Libereco, leaving the Core, traveling to the Rim. We are a chartered medical transport.” You respond, using the same story as when you left the Rim. It’s not entirely false. You have a UMP certified Doctor, and his name is on all of the documents. It’s just not the whole truth.
“Transfer your Logs and prepare to be boarded.” The Maristo says in an almost mechanical tone.
“Transferring and shutting down.” You say. You mute the main vidi and link the rest of the ship. “Skipper, you were right, they want to board and inspect.”
“Is everyone ready?” She responds. You see and hear variations of “ready” or “affirmative” flash across your screens.
The clamp of the Maristo’s shuttle thumps solidly the ship as it docks. A moment later the airlock on view of on one of the auxiliary vidis shows a uniformed man and the indicator goes from red to green.
Skipper, Cookie, and Kurgio are in the cargo bay to meet him as he checks documents, does a quick inspection of the hold, and then is escorted up to Med Bay to verify the doctor’s manifest of “medical support materials for the Rim”.
You stop watching the smaller vidis and focus on the main one, ensuring the Nav points are set, and the ship is ready to go through the pordego.
“How are you holding up?” a soft familiar voice asks from behind you.
You sigh, “I’m okay. A bit lonely here by myself, but as soon as we finish the saltopunkto, I’m ready to go through the pordego, and get us back to the rim.”
You feel Nav’s arms around your neck. “Awww, didn’t you have a nice time in the Core?” she teases you.
You turn your head and kiss her. “I just have to remember that you are now my wife, and not just the woman I fuck all the time.” You reply teasingly.
“Oh, is that how it is? Now we are married, we aren’t going to fuck all the time?” she says in mock anger.
Before you can respond, Skipper’s face fills the Main vidi. “Remember I can see you two when you are in the Con. What do I tell you?”
In unison you both respond “You will strand us on the next planet if you catch us fucking in the Con.”
Skipper smiles “Or?”
“Or on the exercise equipment, or in the Galley.”
She nods her head, “The Maristo is just about done. As soon as he disconnects, make way. I’ll make the announcement so every can strap in.”
“Sounds good, Skipper.” You respond. You tap the screen to mute it, “You need to either strap in next to me or head back to our quarters.”
She kisses you. “You mean our new quarters? I’m still not used to having the double cabin, but I agree with Cookie and Skipper that by vacating our previous cabins, that frees up two small quarters that can be used for passengers if we need.”
You see on an auxiliary vidi that the Maristo is in the Cargo Bay, by the airlock, shaking hands with Kurgio, then Cookie, and a friendly wave to Skipper. You unmute the screens. “I wish you well on the rim, Doctor. Good luck.”
A moment later the icon goes from green to red, and the clamps release. You ensure the vidis are showing the status of the various ships functions, and send a link to the Saltopunkto, “This is Independent Freighter Libereco, entering the Pordego.”
Skipper’s voice echoes though the ship. “Everyone, strap in. Helm, you may proceed when ready.”
The saltopunkto responds “SS Libereco, you are cleared to proceed. We wish you and the doctor well on your mission.”
“Great, now it sounds like we are ‘medical missionaries’ doing ‘God’s work’ in the ‘uncivilized areas’.” You mutter to yourself before you unmute and respond. “Thank you. Libereco out.”
Travel through the pordego and inspection by the UGA Maristo from the saltopunkto on the other side are uneventful. Things are so quiet as you head for Station 059 that Cookie makes a sauce from fresh tomatoes along with nudeloj. She even warns you and Skipper that the sauce is for eating and not “food play”, as you fill a cup of coffee during a break. Soon the verspermango is ready and Navs joins you as you sit down in the galley to eat.
During the mango, everyone makes small talk. A few questions about what Skipper thinks will be on Station 059 once we plug into the system and retrieve messages.
“Meko, I know you and Cookie stored away things like a couple of sciuroj. Is any of that good for trade or just extra stores for emergencies?”
Meko looks at Cookie and gives her a slow nod before responding. “Skipper, When you dropped me off, Cookie gave me a list of things that useful on new colonies or for free holders. None of it is dangerous or restricted but the taxes on them are high, so we filled the smuggling holds that weren’t full of frostaj mangoj, and thought...”
“We shoulda run it past you first Skipper, but I was thinking of Kris when I saw all the supplies at the markets of Fokalurbo, on Ciela Ripoza. If she had just access to a few simple pieces of reliable tech, then her life would be easier. So I left Meko and Beto with a list of items to have ready when returned from Brila Monteto.”
“It’s all paid for, up front. Cookie and me thought it might be a good investment and an easy way to make a few valutos outside of our usual runs.” Meko finishes.
Skipper sighs. “When mango’s over, you two need to give me a full list of everything you brought on board. Cookie, Next time tell me first. I had plans to pick up a few items at 059, but if the smuggler’s holds are full, I guess we’ll have to wait.”
Navs looks at you and nods, “Skipper, do you want me to take your shift in the Con, while you work this out? Helm’s only got another hour before shift change.”
She shakes her head slowly while still looking at Cookie and Meko, “That will work. I was going to have Helm stay on a bit longer, but if you would rather switch.”
Navs smiles as she strokes your thigh under the table. “I want my man rested for when my shift ends.”
You kiss her on the cheek and caress her thigh under the table too.
“Then it’s settled. Any other surprises before I finish eating?” Skipper asks as she spins a long nudelo on her fork before eating it.
You head for the Con while Kurgio does the dishes and Skipper, Cookie, and Meko head for the Cargo hold.
In the corridor, a pair of hands pulls you into a room. Soft lips press against yours. “It’s so tempting to take you back to our bunk and fuck you silly then start my shift. That’s what I really want to do.” Navs says in a soft but passionate tone.
“I love that idea, but it’ll have to wait. Maybe when we pull into 059 we can volunteer to stay onboard as everyone else does what they need?”
She kisses you hard again and then purrs as she hugs you tightly. “I love that idea. Just you and me on the ship. We haven’t done that since we got married.”
“Nor have we really broken in the new quarters properly.” You respond with a wink.
Her face brightens up “Oooh, let me think of something special.”
You smile as you hug her and shake your head, “No, you’ll soon be on shift, so I should come up with something special.”
“Mmmm maybe some of tonight’s sauce.” She says with broad grin.
You laugh loudly “Oh no. Cookie made me promise we wouldn’t use the sauce. It is only for the nudeloj. She even scolded Skipper about that.”
She makes an exaggerated pout. “Cookie’s a spoil sport. Ok. Get back up to the Con. I’ll take over shortly.” She kisses you deeply again and hugs you tightly so you feel her breasts press against your chest. “She must be in a horny mood”, you think to yourself.
“Welcome to UGA Space Station 059, approaching ship please identify yourself.” An androgynous face with a regulation short haircut appears on your vidi, says in a pleasant tone.
Navs is in her seat next to you, prepared to take over her shift. “This is the Independent Freighter Libereco, currently charted as a medical transport.” She says in a smooth and professional tone. Just hearing her voice turns you on sometimes. “We are returning from the Core and request to link into the Rim network. While docked, we’ll refuel and prepare for outer Rim travel.”
“SS Libereco, you are cleared to land. Please have your Doctor and Captain report to Station Ops. Bring your Nav Plan and other documents.”
You sigh as you hear all of this. “Station 059, will do. This is the Libereco preparing to dock.” Navs mutes the Main vidi, as you tap an auxiliary screen. “Skipper and Kurgio, Station Ops want you to check in once we arrive. I think it might have to do with us being a Medical Charter.”
Skipper nods as she looks at her vidi. She taps it, “Kurgio, have your logs and docs ready. Also bring your kitbag, if the Station needs help, they might not want to cast it on a link.”
You make sure tap your vidi, switching it to a status screen, then look at Navs. “What do you think all that’s about?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I dunno, but I’ll take things from here.” She leans over and kisses your cheek. Her lips feel so warm on your skin. “Go to get ready for me. I’ll be down as soon as I can.”
You unstrap yourself, kiss her, and head for your quarters. Opening the hatch you look at it. Really look at it. You hadn’t noticed the dirty clothes that need to be bagged up, and a few dishes taken from the Galley that need returned and cleaned. Even though you and Navs are now married, you are still living like a couple whose lives overlap, but aren’t fully connected. Neither of you are complaining, but then again you were happy together before the wedding, why should any of it change? You focus on cleaning.
A few minutes later, Navs voice rings through the ship, “We are approaching the docking bay, prepare for landing.”
Quickly you put a few more things away and then strap into one of the bulkhead seats in the cabin. You’re not worried about the landing, but when she switches from artificial gravity to the station’s gravity, it could be jarring. You’d hate to concuss yourself on the hull and have Navs find you unconscious, instead of relaxing on your double bunk, and waiting for her.
Docking goes at it should. Once the inertial dampeners are off, along with the artificial gravity, you unstrap yourself and finish making the cabin look “special”.
You change out of your work coveralls and put on exercise shorts and t-shirt, then lie on the bunk, with two glasses and a bottle of campano that you kept after the wedding reception.
You close your eyes and wait.
Soft lips kiss yours. “Is my lover tired?” you hear a soft voice playfully ask.
Keeping your eyes closed you answer “I don’t know, you should ask him, but your husband is ready for you.” You reach up and hug her, pulling her down on top of you.
“You cleaned up.” She says after a long passionate kiss.
“Yeah. You wanted me to make things special. I thought a clean cabin, a glass of campano, and a horny husband would be special enough.”
She gets off of you, grabs the bottle from the small table and fills two glasses.
“Skipper and Kurgio are on the way to Station Ops, Cookie and Meko are checking out the station supply point, and all ship’s comms have been sent down here.”
“You are such a clever woman. What should we drink to?” You ask.
“Here is to having the ship all to ourselves for the next hour.” You clink your glasses and sip the bubbly liquor.
“If we only have an hour, we better get started.” You say as you empty your glass, put it down, and then unfasten the front of Navs’ coveralls. Her firm breasts look so lovely. “No bra?” you playfully ask.
“Of course not. I knew we’d be short for time.” She leans closely and whispers “No panties either.”
You help slide her coveralls off her naked body. She is always so toned and firm. The woman of your dreams. Her hard nipples look so tasty, you slowly lick around each one, and then suck each one firmly.
You feel her hand slide into your shorts and rub your hardening dick through your briefs.
“Awww, You’re still wearing underwear.” She says in mock disappointment. “And I thought you wanted to make it special.”
You stop sucking her nipple, move up to her mouth, kiss her, and respond, “I thought I would keep things wrapped. Make it better for you to open.”
“Oh, so you wrapped up something I already have, to try to make it special?” She quips with a wink and an exaggerated pout.
You lean back on the bed, “Well, if you really don’t want it….”
She laughs, pulls down your drawers, freeing your hardening shaft. “You know I want it. Not only that, I have the document showing that it’s mine.”
She licks the tip and then licks up and down the shaft. You reach out and caress her breasts.
Skipper’s voice comes across the vidi. “Navs, ready the ship, we need to leave for ‘Sleepers’ Colony’ as soon as everyone is back on board.”
Navs has the transmit view blocked, but taps it to activate the audio. “Will do Skipper. What’s up?”
“I’ll brief everyone later. Just have things ready to go.”
“Understood. Out” she responds, taps the screen and kisses you deeply. “Duty calls.”
As she pulls her coveralls back on, you grab a set and pull them on over your exercise clothes. “It sounds serious. I’ll give you a hand.”
“Thanks. Maybe once we are underway, and Skipper has the Con, we can pick up where we left off?” She kisses you again. “Nice job cleaning up.” And she is out of the room, her light colored braid down her back, the last thing you see.
You sigh as you pull on your shoes. “Duty calls.”
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