Page 16 of The Cerulean Sister
"Yes, please!"
He says something into his wrist, likely for our guards to follow, and then banks our hover bike in that direction.
We skim down the side of each stone, close enough to reach out and touch. The surface is porous, streaky from weather damage and discolored from moss. It blooms in grey patches that creep outward in circular patterns.
"Have you seen these in the books Cosima keeps?"
"No, they are likely in some of the forbidden book sections in the Estate," I reply into the side of his helmet.
I love that he doesn't assume I do not know things, even on his own world. 99 always holds space for my expertise. Even Allister remarked on how 99 spoke of such. Thinking about it now makes me smile again, but I wonder what else he may have said, given their communication is so limited.
"I told him of your work in the Estate but also that you are beautiful and so formidable, you blew me out of August’s cargo hull,"99 says, picking up on my internal ramblings.
"You didn't!"
"I did, Priestess. I hoped it would stop him from asking us to come visit, but it made it worse."His tone is affectionate and almost prideful, like he is amused that I was able to do that to him.
"Do not worry, 99th Commander, you are safe. I won't harm you again." I laugh.
He shakes his head and slows us enough for me to safely touch the stone without scraping my skin.
"These stood during the time before the war with First Son and fell when the world was broken into three," he informs, leaning his helmet to the side for me to hear him.
This simple, little detour means so much. We could have easily kept whizzing by toward our final destination, but he wanted to show me this ancient site of worship, so different from the temple I have been avoiding. Another look on how priestesses who lived here in the times of old may have worshiped or prayed to this statue.
99 takes care of me in ways I find myself almost missing if I am not paying attention to his intent. He brought us here and did not drive the point into me forcefully. A humble offering, toeither see his line of thinking or just enjoy the view without any pressure.
I can feel 99 lean back into me a little like he is enjoying the ride, still alert and shoulders squared but calmer. Now that we are merely weaving between the massive stones at a walking pace, I can gently hold on, my palms flat against his stomach.
When his core muscles flex, shifting to keep us stable for a slight turn, I can picture exactly what that looks like, the memory of other times I have seen his stomach flex to adjust his angle.
I scoot my pelvis a little closer and clench my legs against him, currently running the risk of melting off the hover bike from memories that won't stop replaying.
I am even more aware of how widely spread my legs are, touching every inch possible of his thighs. The rumbling vibrations from the hover bike suddenly become more noticeable, and I roll my hips, planting myself forward to seek it out.
He glances over his shoulder, sensing the sudden shift between us and the harder grip on his legs. Sudden it may be, but when he is sweet like this and after so many days without, I need him.
In our current position, touching him the way I want to would be easy without the guards noticing, and the thrill of them being just behind makes up my mind for me.
I smoosh my breasts against his back and run my palm down the armor of his stomach.
Ugh, he smells so good.
He straightens in surprise and tries to glance back at me again, the confusion written all over his body. But then his helmet tilts down and watches my hand slip down to his pelvis, any question about my intentions answered.
The hover bike sways when I caress the inside of his thigh, seeking out the full length of him.
"I wish the guards were not with us." My fingertips brush against his already hard cock. I immediately encompass the girth and stroke him slowly through his pants.
We only travel a few more feet before he switches off a button that powers down the engine.
"Hop off," he commands.
"Are you certain?" I slowly stroke him from behind as the hover bike settles down into the grass.
"Now." He places a hand over mine, stilling it.
I reluctantly obey and dismount onto the twiggy ground.
