Soap-On-A-Roap

Wordlessly, Twelve walked up to Calvo, slowly unzipping the jacket he had given her and letting it fall to the floor. What the hell was she doing? She asked herself. He was much taller than she was she noted as she came to a stop in front of him, looking up into his soft grey eyes.

They were inches apart now and she could feel his warm breath on her face. In some ways she resented the man that was standing before her. She was the one that was supposed to be in charge here, he was her prisoner, but he had already saved her countless times. She had treated him horribly, but even though he was far stronger than she and could have beaten her or worse, he never had.

Until she had taken a job as a guard at the prison on Tau Ceti Prime, she had not even seen a man. They were not permitted in the Tau Ceti system and any who were found were immediately apprehended. Until she met Calvo, she assumed that all men were violent and disgusting animals.

She shuddered, remembering her first encounter with a man. It was her second day as a guard she had set aside her pain stick to give aid to a man that had been injured by another prisoner. Instead of thanking her he grabbed the pain stick and beat her with it. Had Eighteen not walked in when she had, she was sure she would have been **** and killed. From that day she considered men to be nothing more than violent and disgusting animals.

Though she had only known him a short time, Calvo had caused her to seriously revise her opinion on men. She reached up and touched Calvo’s cheek, caressing it gently and smiled. Without a word she walked past him and into the bathroom. Since the doors were automatic she couldn’t leave it open, so instead she grabbed one of the holographic towels and dropped it in the doorway, a not to subtle hint that she wouldn’t be upset if he joined her.

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Calvo couldn’t speak, which was probably for the best since anything he said wouldn’t have made any sense anyways. He was unable to take his eyes off the seductive sway of her hips as she walked to the bathroom, nonchalantly dropping the towel in the doorway.

Had he not been so aroused, Calvo would have burst out laughing at the irony. As is the case with any heterosexual inmate, Calvo had spent the last five years avoiding the showers. Now, he smiled as he pulled his shirt over his head, for the first time in a very long time, the showers weren’t looking so bad.

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Where the hell is he? Twelve asked herself as she let the hot water soak into her. Maybe he misunderstood? She realized. Her speculation came to a halt as two strong arms encircled her stomach. She sighed as she felt his body press up against hers, his lips softly kissing her neck.

Twelve wasn’t a prude by any standard, but this was new territory for her. She had never even dreamt about being with a man before and now here she was. Excitement, curiosity, lust and terror were gripping her in equal measure.

Basking in his luxurious kisses she let her hands trail across his thighs, caressing them even as his left hand moved down to her pelvis and his right to her chest. Her heart skipped a beat as his rough hand raked through neatly trimmed bush.

After a few seconds of groping blindly his hand found what they were searching for. Almost as if he was afraid she would break if he touched her too hard his hands feathered over her sex, gently rubbing up and down her warm slit. She moaned sharply as he slipped a tentative finger past her out lips, the roughness of his finger felt exhilaratingly different than what she was used to.

Lost in his gentle embrace, she at first failed to recognize the long hardness straining against the small of her back. It took her a moment to realize what it was, and when she did she very nearly pushed away, seized by a sudden wave of panic and uncertainly. But she told herself that even though he was half again as big as her, she was the one that was in control. The knowledge that she could end this at any time helped calm her and before long she was too far gone to care.