"Did you hear about Tracer?", Victoria looked at Click.
"Yes. The kidnap transfer was done perfectly.", Click acknowledged his sometime girlfriend.
"Not about that, silly.", Victoria chuckled, "About him and Christine."
"It is hard for someone from outside the fighter world to know what we go through. The last thing a pilot needs is his life partner to question his assignment or his will to be involved.", Click grumbled in support of his good friend.
"Do you think it will happen to us?", Victoria asked now a bit worried abot their own relationship. Click was notoriously moody. It had cost him jobs before and perhaps even relationships.
He was not a prize catch looking more lie a four legged ant as the insecticide sat upright. His exoskeleton as and insect like creature was hard and often difficult to sleep with. He would often sleep on the couch or the floor unless there was a reason for them to be in bed together.
"How should I know?, Click grumbled.
Victoria did not like the answer and gave a little hmmph crossing her arm and staring at the roof.
The truth is Tchilick Tchilack did care very deeply for Victoria Viceroy but he struggled with his feelings and with he words to express those feelings.
Clck is a damn fine pilot. I would say only Commander T'Zohl is better in the King's Fleet. Because of the troublesome nature of serving in a small regional fleet, this probably makes them in the top tier of Starfleet as well.
His insect abilit give him the ability to move his hands and fingers faster than any humanoid. This ability has made him famous in the known worlds.
Click could not speak his heat but he could show Victoria. He slowly removed her panties.
"Sex does not answer the question, Click.", Victoria snarled. She however did not resist.
The Xindi insectoid did not have the right appendage for sex with a human but he had the fingers that could move so fast they would literally seem to vibrate.
Put something that vibrates in the right place on a humanoid female and you have really got something. Click really had something.
Victoria moaned and writhed on the bed like a porn star in heat. She grabbed the blankets with all her might as the Xindi set her into orgasmic orbit.
I that moment she could care less about the future. She only thought of one thing. Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!
If her father say her on that bed, he would not be pleased.
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Victoria Viceroy
Fighter Pilot
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