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Chapter 23
by TMJ2008
The moment is perfect...which just makes it a perfect target to be ruined. Is your moment interrupted or do you get lucky (in more ways than one)?
Interrupted, but not from the outside.
The kiss stretches for a long perfect moment and then...it's broken as Farrah pushes you away from her and steps back quickly, breathing quickly and heavily as she tries to regain her composure. Never one to **** a woman to do something she doesn't want to do, you back away as she pushes you...but with obvious **** and disappointment. After all, you'd thought you were on the fast track to fucking on a medical bed...ville. Now it seems that isn't the case as Farrah shakes her head at you and forces herself to regain composure.
"N-no. No. This isn't what I came here for. Look, Halloway...we...I...I've gotta go.", she says quickly and tosses the cold pack to you, turning and walking quickly from the room as you catch the cold pack with a deft movement.
"What, wait? Hold on...", you call out, but she's gone before you can object any further and you're left with lips still tingling from your shared kiss, a hard cock that's going unused and a hand that's cold and numb from the cold pack.
"Well...fuck. What the fuck was that all about?", you ask nobody in particular as you place the cold pack back on the back of your head and then sigh, "Fuck this, I need a drink. Liquor's the only painkiller I need."
You decide that the old-fashioned way of killing pain is the best and head out of the med-bay towards the dining hall. You call it a hall, but it's really just an open room with a single long table and assorted chairs gathered in the middle. You have a galley off to the side with the basic amenities, but the basic amenities aren't what you're looking for as you go to the galley and bang on a piece of the wall next to the refrigeration unit you have. The section of wall you knocked on slides away and, inside of it, is a dark brown glass bottle without a label and a cork shoved into the mouth of the bottle.
"Yep. Hestian Moonshine. Nobody knows how to make liquor from paint thinner, engine oil and starship fuel like backwater ranchers and farmers.", you say to yourself as you bring the bottle up, uncorking it and taking a whiff of the liquor...and immediately coughing as the fumes burn your nostrils and throat, "H-holy fuck...good shit..."
"Is that so? Do you mind sharing a bit then?", you hear a voice coming from behind you and you turn to find Teesha walking into the dining hall, smiling to you softly.
Do you share a drink with Teesha or do you want to drink alone?
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