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Shay woke with a start and bolted upright, a light sheen of sweat standing upon her brow, shining the surface of her complexion. Already the vestiges of the dream which had disturbed her were slipping away. Sighing slightly, she slipped back down upon the cover of the bed and blinked a few times, clearing her sleep-fogged vision.
She craned her head to the side and looked upon the man with whom she was sharing a bed. He was still fast asleep, so obviously she had not much disturbed him. Darrik Rand looked so peaceful in his slumber; she could hear him breathing light and steady. She admired his dark good looks, his hair ruffled slightly from a night of sleep, and just the shade of a couple of days facial hair left to grow. He was on his back, with an arm out of the covers stretched towards her.
Shay paused for a moment, feeling the urge to simply shuffle across into that arm, curl herself around him and doze together for a little longer. Ever so temping. Instead she pulled herself back up and swung her legs over the side. As the covers fell away, her simple nightdress was revealed, silky fabrics in light colouring. This was much nicer than her custom bed ware, a gift from the man still sleeping beside her. She padded across to a metal wardrobe, selected a loose fitting one shirt and pants. She cast the nightdress upon the ground before mounting the short ladder out of the quarters and into the passageway. She paused once to look over her shoulder. Darrik was still asleep.
She closed the hatch quietly behind her, and turned to the right. The other two current inhabitants of the ship had not yet stirred either, so for a short time she would be left alone. She stopped for a few moments in the cockpit of the ship. This was the place she spent much of her time. The old seat she had commandeered from the first day felt familiar as she parked herself for a moment, and surveyed her surroundings.
They had put down on some forsaken spit of a planet the previous day. Repairs had been needed, and it was decided it would be best done planet side rather than drifting in space. The whole crew would be working on that today. From her vantage point, all Shay could see were plants. Endless shades of green, broken with the occasional flower. It was peaceful, far from the usual bustle of the built up worlds they usually frequented. It was fine of course, but she preferred the stars. Shay was a gifted pilot. Not the best in the galaxy by any means, but she had a better feel for it than most, sometimes performing manoeuvres as easily as if the ship was an extension of her body. It came in handy often. Behind the controls of a ship is the only place she felt truly comfortable, although this was slowing being joined by her place in the arms of a certain man. This thought made her smile a little as the irony of their relationship was not lost up her, given their less-than-stellar first meeting. She reflected upon this for a moment, and watched a small creature amble slowly past the ship.
Within a brief few moments, she had left the cockpit and had entered the ships small but functional kitchen. She quickly gathered together a few ingredients for a light breakfast for herself, Darrik as well as their two fellow shipmates as well as setting a pot of caff to brew. Being the only woman on board, she often took it upon herself to see that everyone ate well, if nothing else. She was not so good at the tidying up after them though, but you couldn’t have everything, and she was good for other things.
They had recently purchased a box of fruit; Shay took one, sat down, and started to peel while she waited for signs of life. The flesh was good and fresh, full of natural sweetness.
She craned her head to the side and looked upon the man with whom she was sharing a bed. He was still fast asleep, so obviously she had not much disturbed him. Darrik Rand looked so peaceful in his slumber; she could hear him breathing light and steady. She admired his dark good looks, his hair ruffled slightly from a night of sleep, and just the shade of a couple of days facial hair left to grow. He was on his back, with an arm out of the covers stretched towards her.
Shay paused for a moment, feeling the urge to simply shuffle across into that arm, curl herself around him and doze together for a little longer. Ever so temping. Instead she pulled herself back up and swung her legs over the side. As the covers fell away, her simple nightdress was revealed, silky fabrics in light colouring. This was much nicer than her custom bed ware, a gift from the man still sleeping beside her. She padded across to a metal wardrobe, selected a loose fitting one shirt and pants. She cast the nightdress upon the ground before mounting the short ladder out of the quarters and into the passageway. She paused once to look over her shoulder. Darrik was still asleep.
She closed the hatch quietly behind her, and turned to the right. The other two current inhabitants of the ship had not yet stirred either, so for a short time she would be left alone. She stopped for a few moments in the cockpit of the ship. This was the place she spent much of her time. The old seat she had commandeered from the first day felt familiar as she parked herself for a moment, and surveyed her surroundings.
They had put down on some forsaken spit of a planet the previous day. Repairs had been needed, and it was decided it would be best done planet side rather than drifting in space. The whole crew would be working on that today. From her vantage point, all Shay could see were plants. Endless shades of green, broken with the occasional flower. It was peaceful, far from the usual bustle of the built up worlds they usually frequented. It was fine of course, but she preferred the stars. Shay was a gifted pilot. Not the best in the galaxy by any means, but she had a better feel for it than most, sometimes performing manoeuvres as easily as if the ship was an extension of her body. It came in handy often. Behind the controls of a ship is the only place she felt truly comfortable, although this was slowing being joined by her place in the arms of a certain man. This thought made her smile a little as the irony of their relationship was not lost up her, given their less-than-stellar first meeting. She reflected upon this for a moment, and watched a small creature amble slowly past the ship.
Within a brief few moments, she had left the cockpit and had entered the ships small but functional kitchen. She quickly gathered together a few ingredients for a light breakfast for herself, Darrik as well as their two fellow shipmates as well as setting a pot of caff to brew. Being the only woman on board, she often took it upon herself to see that everyone ate well, if nothing else. She was not so good at the tidying up after them though, but you couldn’t have everything, and she was good for other things.
They had recently purchased a box of fruit; Shay took one, sat down, and started to peel while she waited for signs of life. The flesh was good and fresh, full of natural sweetness.
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