Diplomatic Preparations

For the third time that morning, Dustin and Emely polished the big table in his ready room. In the week of flight after the meteor shower, the crew had returned to their duties in a lazy fashion, nobody particularly wanting to break the vacation feeling first. As such, they’d lounged around and done only the minimum of cleaning, with the large table slowly filling with tablets, bits of tech Rye had half-stripped and discarded - and an assortment of clothes from where Dustin and one or other of his lovers had dumped them in their progression from door to ambassadorial bedroom. Hygienic decency had them ensure the table wasn’t covered in underwear, but t-shirts, tops and dresses had all been fair game to chuck in the direction of the flat surface, and as a result the room had become a mess.

That would have been all well and good normally. Yril’k certainly didn’t seem to mind, and with Trea’k everyone assumed it would only be a matter of time before her own garments started joining the pile; thus, cleaning was left to just ensuring there were no dirty cups or plates left after meals and an occasional shoving of the pile to the parts of the table that the crew weren’t currently using. The messy state of affairs could have gone on for much longer, had Meli not come in one morning fresh from checking up on their next destination. “Captain, I have finished speaking with the representative and they have requested the discussions take place on neutral ground. As such, they would like to hold them here.” She had said, lifting one of Rye’s tank tops that had half-slid into her space at the table and dropping it back atop the pile.

Dustin had taken that information into consideration, looked at the mess that they’d all made of the official ambassadorial meeting room, and allocated almost the entire crew cleaning duties to get the place back up to code before they arrived. The mission itself was a simple one; two large Jhork clans both held claims by inheritance to a mining operation on the northern continent of a industrial colony world and were in the middle of negotiating a settlement. In accordance with Jhorkite law, a neutral third party was needed to act as mediator - but on a colony world where everyone was related to one or other of the clans due to their size, no neutral party could be found. Enter the crew of the Solar Ascent; between Dustin, Emely and Trea’k, they had more than enough ability and clout to act as the mediator according to Meli.

Checking his reflection in the now shiny tabletop, not for the first time since he had started cleaning the room up Dustin was glad that to date the only intimate encounter he’d had on the desk was with Rye. It wasn’t that it wouldn’t clean up easily enough - the surface was by and large automatically self-cleaning using similar tech to that of the ambassadorial bedroom - but even so knowing what he’d gotten up to had him scrubbing that part of the table extra carefully just to be safe. Emely meanwhile was humming happily to herself as she cleaned; the fox girl seemed to actively be looking forward to the meeting ahead, which was always a good thing in Dustin’s book. Any time his crew were happy about doing their jobs it made him a little happier too.

Glancing over at the wall as that thought passed through his mind, he sighed mostly to himself. “That reminds me. Despite the fact that it’s clean, we can’t just leave our group bedroom open when we’re holding negotiations. Sola, please seal the ambassadorial chambers.” There was a faint hiss as the wall panels shifted back into place, hiding the massive sleeping area from sight as they blended neatly into the rest of the furnishings. From behind him, he heard a faintly irked puff of breath and turned to see Emely pouting at him. “I was hoping we’d get a moment once we were done cleaning to relax in there before we arrived. Just you and me… and maybe Meli? Rye said something about being busy in engineering today but I think she’s basically trying to avoid being social which is fine, and Trea’k is still…”

Dustin stepped over and pulled her into a hug, kissing her upturned nose before letting go. “Trea’k is not at the point where casual relaxation before a mission involves a four-way with the two of us and Meli, even if we did have the time for one - which to be frank we don’t I’m afraid, kitten.” He said, collecting the cleaning materials from the table and dropping them into a bin held by a waiting droid. “We’ve got maybe a half hour until we drop into the system, and we don’t know how close to the jump point the representatives will be waiting as Meli called ahead. Plus, you and I both need showers before hand.”

Emely nodded, walking past him towards his bunk. “I dropped off a suitable outfit for me in your wardrobe yesterday just in case you wanted to do anything right before hand - I’ll grab a shower first then, unless you want anything else sir?” She glanced back over her shoulder, a whole world of invitation in the sway of her tails. Dustin glanced at the clock for a moment before shrugging. “Well, we do only have half an hour. It’d probably be quicker if we shared that shower.” He said, following after the Feliax woman who had given a little yelp of delight at his words before darting through to his private shower room.

The pair emerged from his bunk twenty eight and a half minutes later; they would have been done in twenty but after Dustin had ordered Emely to her knees in the shower she’d opted to pull her head back at the last minute, coating her face and ensuring that she needed to wash herself twice. As far as she was concerned, it’d been a good thing - she’d gotten to please her sir. Given the cheekiness of her actions, Dustin made a point of telling her that while they needed to get ready now, she would be facing her comeuppance for her behaviour once the mission was done. Playful banter aside, as far as Dustin was concerned he didn’t actually mind - it’d not made them late thankfully, and the redheaded submissive did look utterly stunning on her knees with the mix of shampoo, shower water and his cum cascading down over her breasts and fur.

As they walked back into the main room together Dustin glanced around, giving the space one final glance over before rolling his shoulders and straightening up. “Right, I think we’re as ready as we can be.” He said, at which Emely hooked her arm through his. “Yes captain. Room is clean, you’re satisfied, we’ve got our formal clothes on and any minute now…” As she said that, Sola’s voice sounded through the speakers. “Weave disconnect underway, please stand by for the return to normal space.” A moment later, the humming of the weave engines cut out, followed by Meli’s voice. “Captain, our guests were waiting for us nearby, just as I expected. They’re requesting permission to come aboard via shuttle.” Dustin stepped over to the wall and thumbed the ship-wide communicator. “Let them know that’s fine please, chief science officer. I’ll head to shuttle bay one now. Trea’k, please meet me there. Yril’k - please relieve Meli on the bridge, I want her on hand in the event we need her expertise for this business.” With that, he turned and gave the Feliax woman behind him a grin. “Shall we go meet our guests?”