Haruka interrupts you

You hear Haruka calling for you, they probably were checking up on you and was surprised to not find you in the bunk you were stuck in for days.

"I'm here" you shout, letting Haruka know where you are.

Haruka had been the one to treat you and Rachel when you got back to the shuttle, well she consulted Yasmin; you found out she had to amputate your arm after it had become infected, you don't envy her for having to do that. And while her stitches and bandage work is a little wonky, she did an admirable job.

"There you are," she says as she enters the doorway, she is a little out of breath.

Haruka is wearing a lightweight white dress, it appears to be a medical uniform, yet she has clearly removed the markings. You think she must have got it at the colony somewhere. The dress and her body have occasional black smears, making you guess she has been trying to help Rachel.

"Yeah, I'm doing better; thanks to you," you respond.

Deep down you are still upset at the loss of much of your forearm, yet considering the apes can easily break bones, you're not surprised, and you know it's not her fault.

"Uh, thanks," she blushes, "what are you up to?"

She moves up to your right, waiting for your response.

"I was searching for any remnants of The Andromeda in orbit," you tell her.

"--did you?" she trails off.

"Well no, but I did find that The Apollo is still up there" you smile.

"Survivors?" she asks, getting closer.

"Probably not, but there may be salvage; we should diffidently go," you say.

She gets in close, she seems distracted. You notice she is holding a container.

"What's that for?" you ask.

"Oh," she says, startled from her thoughts. "It's for you."

She slowly hands off the container to you, your hands touching and lingering on the bottle. Causing her breathing to get heavier.

"What is it?" you inquire.

"Tea," she mews.

You pull her closer, drawing on the container and her along with it. This atmosphere seems to really increase a woman's libido, you think to yourself. You sit up ignoring the pain again and kissing her deeply, she hesitates for a second then greedily returns the gesture.

"Are you going to let go?" you ask, chuckling, and pulling away for a second.

She lets go of the container and grabs both sides of your face, her hands are warm even through the bandage on your face. She forces her way back into a kiss. She spreads her legs and sits onto your lap, her hips rocking back and forth, trying to find what she is wanting; succeeding she causes your cock to start to tent your pants.

"I need you, NOW," she says the last part with a sense of urgency.