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Space Station Steam
            Station kept watch of all of the systems, but that work seldom called for his attention. In truth, the system itself would run just fine on auto-pilot. His purpose was mostly for the peace of mind of the crew. He was the failsafe's failsafe. So long as he existed, nothing save for a black hole or perhaps a smarter Station coming to take control would endanger the humans. In a place devoid of those things, however, his duty was decidedly mundane. Since Hannelore had taken to Earth, there was rarely any spunk around. Every so often Lt. Potter would provide some entertainment, but she was just too stiff to really have fun. Even the drinking emulation proved to be humdrum. She mostly talked about her duties and how she wasn't being recognized for her performance. He made a point to see if he could pull a few strings just subtly enough so that she wouldn't realize. He owed her that much.
            When Hannelore had asked him for advice, he gave her his full interest. The little joke didn't quite lighten the mood as well as he had hoped, but it seemed that things would be taking off regardless. Though there were 128 people on board (a fantastic number as far as he was concerned), research came first and even when playtime came, it was rarely anything more than a couple of minutes followed by a race back to the lab. He supposed one eureka moment begat another.
            By all of his readings and the things Hannelore had told him, Marigold had never been with a man. Not even as much as Francis had invited her to do. There had been many firsts on the ship, but to watch this sort of relationship unfold from its beginnings was a real treat. As much as he wanted to barge in with his holo-form, he decided it was best to watch from afar, silently.
            When Marigold emerged from the facilities for the second time, she seemed to be trembling. For a second, Station doubted that anything would happen after all. Though, when she was standing a foot away from Francis, he seemed to be beaming. He led the way as they walked out of the room, his hands moving in front of him as he spoke, animated by his own nerves. This would be fun.
            They walked down the white nondescript corridors, awkward conversation filling the air and dropping periodically. At last they reached the room they sought, stepping inside to a view of a huge, wall-sized window. It was furnished with a few couches and tables. Francis explained that it was sort of a lounge area as he directed her to the couch facing towards the window. She sat, sitting too straight as she folded her hands in her lap. The view was gorgeous. She watched the Earth, the moon, and all the stars as the station's view moved across the sky. She was seemingly lost in it when she felt a cold hand take hold of hers.

            She jumped, looking over at him. He smiled a little, taking his hand back as he began to apologize. Damn it, she cursed herself as her fingers moved to take hold of his, pressing against the cushions between them. The moment she felt his flesh, she felt her heart in her throat as she shivered, her face feeling very warm. His eyes were wide as she found them, watching as they relaxed, then closed a little as his smile spread over his features. She smiled back a little, unable to help herself and feeling as if it was a stupid look on her face. She turned back to the window as he squeezed her fingers. For an insane second, she imagined that the rest of her life would be filled with the terrible silence that allowed her to hear the blood pounding in her ears. Then he broke it with a cough before starting the conversation again.
            "Station, play us whatever is popular in America right now." Station proceeded to do so without word, sending Barry White streaming through the speakers. Francis made a face, blushing as he chided Station, who cut the music short. "What do you like, Marigold?"
            "I, uh..." She tried to think fast, but came up with nothing, deciding upon the truth. "I don't really know; I don't listen to a lot of music." She managed. Francis nodded, feeling the confidence he had built up begin to drain. "But anything's fine!" She blurted. He smiled at her and she felt herself go warm again as his thumb brushed the back of her hand. It felt like her palms were dipped in water. How on Earth-..on Station is he not repulsed? She couldn't fathom it. Station elected to find his own mix, playing a smooth, wordless song that seemed to fit with staring into the vastness of space.
            The following ten minutes were filled with varying degrees of testing the waters as Francis went through various topics with her, inching closer and closer to her with every new subject. When Marigold was about to let her nervousness get the best of her, Station took matters into his own holo-hands, giving the spaceship a little tilt and sending Francis forward at just the right time for his lips to press against hers.

            Back at the party, Marten gave Hannelore a questioning look. She shrugged a little as Station materialized behind Marten.
            "I gave them a little push," He said, making the visitor jump.
            "Station, I-..." Hannelore began, thinking a moment as Marten regained his normal pulse. "Did it work?" Station shrugged.
            "Ask her when she gets back." He said as his hologram disappeared. Hannelore smiled a little, hoping Marigold would have good news when she returned.
            For the first three seconds, Marigold sat with her mind and body frozen. Then she realized she was having her first kiss and she screamed victoriously in her head before realizing that she should probably react outwardly. By that time, however, Francis had gathered himself enough to pull back, his reddish hue matching hers.
            "The Station tilted," He explained. "I..." He looked into her eyes at the moment she regained consciousness, leaning forward just as she began to, this time feeling her fingers slide into his hair as his moved beneath her back as he leaned her against the couch, his heart struggling to be free of his chest, seemingly taking his lung capacity hostage as he felt his breathing grow belabored.
            It progressed faster than she had ever expected. Back in the days when she daydreamed about Angus - a detail she would forever keep from Hannelore - it had been a slow, gradual climb. She had to resist touching herself for most of it, however, for she had ever been quick to the punch. Now she felt the familiar heat between her legs as his tongue explored her mouth. She considered pushing him away, wondering why he was being so bold in the back of her mind. Perhaps that's what all this time in seclusion did to a person, she reasoned. When she realized that her tongue had then found its way into his mouth, she remembered that she never took advantage of society either.
            His tongue slithered against hers, sending shiver after shiver down her spine. It was essentially as she had pictured it would be, but the fact that she was doing it baffled her to no end. She decided to stop thinking and let her body do what it wanted. When would her next opportunity be to be with someone like this? God knew she was getting tired of her own hand.
            When he pulled back, she was more than a little disappointed, but she watched as he pulled her shirt upwards. She blushed feverishly, but lifted her arms for him, biting her lip as he pulled the garment off, tossing it aside. Her stomach was less than toned, a bit round, but he didn't mind a single bit. In fact, it only served to intensify his passion.
            Her bra was white, featureless and unremarkable save for the fact that it contained her sizeable breasts. Her cleavage now visible, he felt his face flush. She looked up at him, nearly drawing blood with how hard she was biting and he descended upon her, fingers touching her stomach and sliding up to grope her breasts, making her moan as he kissed her visible cleavage, tongue dancing between them while his fingers found where her nipples were hidden beneath the fabric, running his thumbs over each as he squeezed and fondled.
            She felt heat explode into her body, moans jumping from her lips unbidden. She had always been able to hide her sounds when she was alone, but this was not at all the same. She felt the heat between her legs intensify, wetness building noticeably within her panties as she groaned. The thought didn't occur to either until later that anyone could have walked in, though Station had made sure that wouldn't happen.
            His fingers moved behind her as his lips met hers again, tongue finding hers as he undid the hooks of her bra with something less than skill. He pulled back as he slid the fabric from her flesh, tossing it to the side. Her face felt hotter than the sun had through the heavily tinted window as his eyes devoured the sight before him. Before she had time to form another thought, his lips had found one of her chestnut colored nipples. Though it was his first time at the task, his tongue worked wonders that made her cry out as her hips bucked upwards. Indeed, the feeling of a tongue was difficult to soil.
            His hips finally pressed against hers through all of the fabric between them. He had been debating how far to go, but he could no longer stand being the only one who knew how hard she was making him. His erection strained against his pants and now against hers as he brushed himself against her. She gasped, face still burning bright as she spread her legs wide for him, a gesture she would find terribly obscene upon later review.
            His mouth claimed her other nipple, leaving the freshly worked one to suffer the cool air and giving her a different kind of sensation altogether as her hips slid against him. She was happy to hear groans escaping his lips for the first time as she rubbed against him.
            Finally, he wasn't able to stand it any longer. She had to finish, he had to see her face experience it. The expressions she had given him so far were delicious and, in all honesty, he had been picturing them in the back of his mind since he had seen her. This had not been his plan exactly, but things seemed to have worked out.
            His fingers found the button of her pants and she froze, blushing and biting her lip, now tasting a hint of copper as he unzipped her fly. Was it happening this way? She groaned, wishing she had taken the time to do proper maintenance upon her pubic hair. The idea had always seemed entirely unimportant, but now she had an entirely different set of priorities. She gasped as his fingers slid under the elastic waistband of her underwear, realizing that he was watching her face intently. For a moment, she was able to stare back at him with the courage she gained from the insanity of the entire situation, but after that she closed her eyes and tilted her head.
            His fingers found her curls, though he didn't mind. From all of her reactions, he had reasoned that this was something she had never expected to happen and that fact alone could drive him to climax for several weeks beyond this. However, now he was touching a place she had probably only explored on her own. Was there reason to be excited by that? He wasn't sure, but it pleased him exquisitely.
            At last his fingers found her lips. A scientific background, basic knowledge of anatomy, and a lifetime of smut had kept him very well informed. He hoped it worked out as he always imagined it would.
            Marigold gasped, her eyes shooting open as his finger traced her and then pressed inside just enough before sliding up and down, spreading her wetness around. She was grateful for the music when she realized how wet she had become. The sound of it was embarrassing, though he didn't seem to agree. A finger slid into her, exploring. She moaned as she squeezed her eyes shut, hips rising to try and take it in deeper.
            He noted the movement and filed it away in his mind. She was tight, almost obscenely so. He wondered how hard he would have to work to get a second finger inside of her, but he held off, slipping his finger out to the sound of her whimpering protest. Vocal, he smiled. His index finger found her clit with relative ease. He had been trying to find it by touch, though he realized his error when she bucked her hips with a moan. After a bit of experimentation, he found exactly where it was he wanted to be.
            Marigold gasped out, hips rotating to intensify the sensation. It was so far beyond the feeling of working herself that she was momentarily speechless. After that moment, however, Station found it prudent to raise the volume of the music in both the lounge and the room the party was in, monitoring entry to the recreational area of the Station entirely to make sure they would not be disturbed.
            Francis was awed by her reactions, throbbing in his pants as she started to buck into his fingers. It seemed only a matter of time before she was done. He decided to give her his all, sliding a finger into her and stroking her clit with his thumb in rolling motions. She cried out in what was close to a scream and he decided to try and slide another finger into her. This made her wince for only a moment before she realized how hungry she was for it. Then the bucking intensified and the room was filled with her cries of exaltation as her back arched, toes curling in her shoes as her hips met his fingers again and again. At last, she collapsed on the couch, panting for breath. He smiled at her, letting his fingers remain inside of her for a moment longer before withdrawing them, the elastic of her underwear making a punctuating snap.
            He looked at his fingers, a wicked idea coming to mind as he slipped them into his mouth. She turned her head just in time to see it, blushing furiously. He smirked at her, making a show out of smacking his lips and she turned away, blushing as he debated whether to continue or not. At last he scooted closer to her, sliding her legs onto his lap as he stroked her stomach with his fingertips. She looked up at him and he smiled.
            Station watched as they relaxed with one another. It seemed his help was at least a little helpful, but he reasoned this would have happened either way. He hoped that this would not be the last interesting thing to happen on the Station. Luckily for him, there was a bit more to come.
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