Midnight Meal

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” you say as you walk up behind Meagan. She was standing behind your pilot’s chair staring at the Earth. Since you hadn’t bothered to turn the lights in the hab module on, the glow from the Earth made it look like night time inside your ship.

“Yes, it really is,” Meagan replied. You hand her a cup of hot chocolate and wrap your arms around her still nude waist, holding her tenderly. You’d turned the gravity on after a short, post-sex nap so you could clean up the mess you and Meagan had made. While zero-g sex was really fun, the fact that sweat, pre-cum and girl cum were floating loosly around the hab was not.

“Would you like some dinner?” you ask before kissing Meagan’s neck. The girl hummed and basked in the moment.

“What time is it?” She asked softly.

“I have absolutely no idea,” you reply, eliciting a giggle from the brunette in your arms.

“Dinner sounds lovely,” she told you, sipping at her hot chocolate. With that, you let go of your lover and turn into the kitchenette.

“Schnitzel okay?” You ask as you begin grabbing ingredients out of the fridge.

“A pub meal amongst the stars? You sure know how to spoil a girl,” Meagan told you, amusement colouring her voice as she turned away from the cockpit. She purposefully swayed her hips as she walked past you and you stopped to watch her arse as she did so. When she got to the lounge, she put her cup down and she sashayed sideways past the table, stuck her arse out and climbed onto the lounge before stretching herself out on her hands and knees. She made sure to give her bum a wiggle and threw a smirk over her shoulder at you. Having positioned herself just right, she then slipped her hands out from under her and rolled herself over slowly until she was on her back. She then scooted backwards until she was resting comfortably against the padded bulkhead with her legs stretched out in front of her. She grabbed her hot chocolate and took a gentle sip before flicking her eyes up to meet yours again, amusement written in her warm mahogany orbs.

You chuckle lightly at Meagan’s antics and return to your preparation. You begin peeling potatoes for chips when Meagan speaks up.

“So what do you do for a living Captain Hazelton?” She asked coyly. You flash the girl a grin as you put a peeled potato down and grab another.

“I’m a space trucker,” you reply casually. “Small time cargo hauling, typically for individual companies or small things like mail deliveries,” you explain. Even in the future, someone had to deliver the post.

“Is that different from regular cargo hauling?” Meagan asked, a frown working its way onto her face. You frown in thought and use your god powers to make sure your assumption was correct before you started spouting nonsense.

“Freighters have designated routes they travel,” you say. “If you want to move something, they are often the cheapest option, but you don’t have a say in where they go and when they get there,” you explain. “I have a lot more leniency in that regard, I go where the contractor needs me to go and I go direct,” you say. You think about that for a moment and realise you could basically print money by selling human commodities to the Asari. **** in particular grabbed your attention.

“Must get lonely out there amongst the stars all by yourself,” Meagan said suggestively. You look over at the brunette and chuckle as she bats her eyelashes at you.

“The bed can take two if you want to join me,” You say to the girl, your smile fading into a more serious expression as you both realise you are actually offering to take her with you. Meagan glanced over at the bed and an indecisive look crossed her face. “The offer isn’t going anywhere and neither is Earth,” you say after a moment of watching the brunette. “Moving in on the first date is considered bad form after all,” you add with a wink. Meagan smirked at that.

“So is sex on the first date,” she told you, amusement returning to her features. “But nobody has ever taken me to low Earth orbit before,” she commented, sighing contently as she put her cup down and stretched herself out like a cat.

The two of you lapsed into comfortable silence, Meagan watching you while you work and you finishing off the potato peeling and cutting them up into chips. You marvel over your luck to find a girl on your first day here in Mass Effect, and muse that if she hadn’t made a move on you, you’d probably have moved on to Asari space to bone some alien chick just for the novelty.

“So what made you want to work at a nude cafe?” You ask as you get the chips on and moved to start coating the chicken breast. Intellectually, you know that it wasn’t a nude cafe until you made it one with an idle thought, but that shouldn’t have changed personalities. At least, you thought it shouldn’t have.

“A friend suggested it, and to be honest, I was so embarrassed the first day, constantly tugging at my apron,” she began with a smile. “But . . . well . . . I’m sexy, people stare at my curves . . .” She told you, sliding a hand down said curves with a fond smile. “I had never believed that until I put it all on show, I’d always thought I was fat and ugly and no matter how much I worked, I couldn’t get my thighs and arse to slim down,” Now that she mentioned it, you noticed she was quite thick in that department, but that was common for big breasted women.

“And all the men drooling over those same curves you once hated helped,” you stated, turning to give the girl a smile. Meagan nodded and you made a show of running your eyes up and down her body. “Well, you have a drool worthy body you know,” you tell her and get a giggle in response.

“Thanks, really I mean it,” she told you, lighting up the room with an adorable smile.