♥ Bucket list ♥

The thrumming sound of the weave engines died away as Sammie went through the process of shutting down the interstellar drive. Bleu felt the humming fade through the bulkheads underfoot as she walked briskly through to the ready room; she’d spent the last eight hours clearing her schedule, had monitored Dustin’s vitals to ensure they had both had a good night’s sleep, and had waited patiently while the countdown ticked until the ship exited the weave. They’d both had a good breakfast, and there was nothing either of them needed to do during the ten to twelve hour flight across the system they’d just entered, which Defia’s intelligence data had suggested to be little more than a lone star with a few asteroids rather than planets in it’s orbit.

Thus, she was perfectly placed to ask Dustin to make good on his promise, and so she thumbed open the door ready to step in and demand that he… no, to ask politely that he… no, no, to see if he had the time to maybe, possibly…

Dustin looked up from where he’d been checking the scan of the system they’d just arrived in to ensure it really did match the data that they’d gathered from the Fractal outpost, and smiled at the Queri woman standing in the doorway. “Bleu, is something up? You don’t have to wait for permission to come into the ready room, you know that.” Bleu jolted out of her reverie and took a few hesitant steps forward, door closing behind her.

“Dustin, do you remember when we were on the planet and I asked…” Dustin was out of his seat before she’d finished speaking, crossing the distance to her in long easy strides. Pulling her in for a hug, he kissed her shocked face before grinning. “Now? Or was that the sound of you putting it off again?” he asked, lips drooping into a frown at the thought of postponing their intimacy once more.

Bleu gave a cough, untangling herself from his arms by the simple expedient of flowing her body around them and gave him a brief nod. “I would, that is to say, if you are not currently otherwise busy I’d like your company in my cabin, Dustin.” Her cheeks were flickering with the gold bands of a blush, and she turned rapidly towards the door as she added “O-only if you’re not busy though!”

Dustin leaned past her and thumbed the door panel. “After you.” He said softly, following her out and down the corridor to the officers wing. As they walked, he mused over the fact that he didn’t recall ever actually visiting Bleu’s private chamber before. They’d always met either in the ambassadorial suite, bridge, galley or medbay - never her room - and so he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when the Queri medic paused in front of one of the doors.

“Well, this is me. Please don’t laugh.” She said, then pressed a hand to the access panel. The door hissed open, and Dustin saw the reason for her concerns; the room was a mess. For a medic who usually kept things so organized in the medbay that she could spot a single plaster out of place, the state of her private chambers at first made him think there had been a break in. Bleu picked her way inside, nudging a stack of books out of the way with one foot so that Dustin could follow. As the door slid shut behind them, she turned to him. “Yes, I know, it’s a mess.”

Dustin looked around; piles of books were everywhere, a plant of some kind had outgrown it’s pot and colonized half the desk, and the bed had been peeled back to the bare metal. The mattress was missing entirely. The shower had been modified - in the place of the normal shower head Bleu had presumably gotten Rye to fit a massive circular gutter that would provide more of a curtain of water than a spray, while the wardrobe door hung open. Bleu’s limited set of clothes - mostly boots and shoes - sat on the shelves, while still more books and notepads spilled out alongside them.

“It’s very you. I mean, it’s not neat but it’s very much you, Bleu.” Dustin said, slowly rotating before turning back to face his lover. “So, erm… you wanted to do it in your natural form, right? Unless I’m misunderstanding what your little song and dance in the meeting room a minute ago was about.”

Bleu swallowed hard and nodded. “We should… well, we should probably talk about that.” She said, sinking back onto the bed. As she did so her legs slowly merged, her lower body dropping into a pool of dark azure liquidity beneath her torso. “It could get complicated rather quickly otherwise.”

Dustin glanced over from where he’d been unbuttoning his shirt and smiled. “It doesn’t have to be complex. Just let me know what feels good, and I’ll keep doing whatever that is.”

The medic’s sudden inhalation at his offer caused Dustin to grin before he stepped over to the bed. “Do you want me to climb on top of you, or are you going to make space?” he asked, noting that Bleu’s dissolving form had nearly completely filled the space where a mattress would normally rest.

Bleu blinked, then smiled. “Finish undressing, then just get on top while we talk first okay? Your weight won’t hurt me, and I promise I’m not cold.” Dustin did as he was instructed; true to Bleu’s words her body was as warm and welcoming as normal as he climbed onto the bed on top of her - it was just that normally he would be experiencing that warmth by settling between her thighs, not lying on top of her like she was an over-sized bedroll.

The slime woman reached out her arms and pulled him in for a kiss, their tongues dancing as she sank backwards until Dustin found himself with his head resting on a cushion made out of her flesh, her face a short distance from his. “Right, now we can talk about how this is going to work. I am going to let go of my control in a bit, which means this…” and here she swirled a hand around her face “won’t be around unless I need it to be. I’ll still have normal eye stalks and mouth though because one, I want to be able to see as well as feel, and two, I want to be able to let you know what feels good or not.”

Dustin nodded gently, absorbing every word from the woman in front of him as she continued. “My viscosity in my natural form is slightly lower than you’re used to; I harden my exterior to be able to keep a bipedal form upright. Which is a lot of words to say you can stick it in me pretty much anywhere you want. Queri mating is normally a complex blend of partners each taking turns to envelop the other, with their bodies constantly folding around; you obviously can’t do that, but you can…”

The doctor’s blush rippled through her entire body at that point as she coughed before continuing “…use me? That is to say, you can make love to me as you usually do, however feels the most comfortable. I will enjoy it regardless. And if you are okay with it then I would like to enfold you as well. Only if you don’t mind though!” she rushed the last words, some of her earlier concerns clearly returning with avengeance.

Leaning in, Dustin brushed his lips across hers, murmuring that he didn’t mind - before running his hand down over her soft curves. As more of a puddle than a body by this point, she shifted beneath his fingertips, something akin to goosebumps rippling over the surface as her face faded away to just her eyes watching him as he rolled over further. Using his hands to push some of her plush texture together beneath his hips, he slid his shaft between the piles of flesh thus formed and began to thrust gently.

Bleu’s hum of delight was answered a moment later by Dustin’s gasp as he pushed forward with a little too much intensity and breached her outer layer; the slime woman’s flesh rapidly forming around him into a warm hole into which he sank. There was no describing the feeling; it was unlike any belonging to his other women, or Bleu herself in her more human looking form. There was warmth, and a lack of friction, and a tightness - but none of the normal sense of wet heat, no lubrication needed at all as he slid in and out of that soft channel.

The medic’s mouth reformed in front of Dustin’s face as she moaned, before being silenced as he leaned forward and kissed those lips - causing her eyes to widen on their stalks. Bleu had expected her lover to feel weird about fucking what was essentially a sentient mattress-shaped puddle, but even in her dreams, she hadn’t expected him be comfortable enough to kiss her in that state. She definitely didn’t expect him to keep kissing her after her mouth faded back into the rest of her flesh, his mouth moving to drift soft impressions all across whatever of her body he could reach.

The combination of emotional intimacy with the gentle rocking of his hips was far too much for the Queri. With a whine that vibrated her entire membrane and caused Dustin to gasp, she lifted her body to surround him. Turquoise layers folded up to meet over his shoulders - not a full engulfing of his body as she had done their first time, but wrapping herself around him like a blanket, folds meeting behind his back the way she would normally use her arms were she in a human-like state.

Not losing his ability to thrust thanks to her not fully absorbing his body into hers, Dustin redoubled his efforts. His hips pistoned into her rapidly, the pair moaning with each thrust and withdrawal. With a groan, he found that pulling fully out risked him missing the hole when he pushed back in - but that this was not necessarily a bad thing. On any of his other lovers, that would have been a recipe for severe pain and probably a trip to medbay given the **** with which he was now fucking Bleu - but in her case the erratic pounding caused her to whimper as her body was **** to rapidly create and re-absorb new channels for her partner’s shaft.

Bleu was barely able to register that, in his vigorous lovemaking, Dustin was coming closer to the natural intimacy of her species than she had thought possible before her next orgasm struck her without warning. Her human lover had driven especially deep - and so to withdraw once more he pressed down with both hands to steady himself, fingers tightening seemingly without thought. Having ten digits suddenly create their own openings in her flesh as his shaft dragged back through tissue that her body naturally flooded with erogenous nerve endings sent a cascade of sensation through her that would have stolen her breath had she still been using lungs to breathe.

Instead of a silent scream, the medic’s whole body spasmed. The long blanket like drapes of her body that she had wrapped around Dustin’s back dropped suddenly, engulfing him in trembling, writhing slime as her pseudocunts clenched on his length and fingers. She was only partially aware of mouths forming on her outer surface to scream as her release flooded through her - a learned behaviour after making love in a human form for so long.

For Dustin’s part, he found himself suddenly with only his head and neck free of his lover’s body, every part of him being treated to the feeling of clenching, vibrating cries of delight as his efforts were rewarded. It was an experience bordering on whatever the erotic equivalent of holy was, and one he was instantly determined to feel again. As Bleu’s trembling slowed in the aftermath, he fought against the slime that engulfed him to resume the rocking of his hips, hoping to time it so that her next orgasm would coincide with his own.