That remains to be seen

Claude slowly woke to the feel of cold steel on his back and a bright light in his eyes. He grunted in pain and tried to squint as he make sense of his surroundings. After a few blinks, his vision adjusted and he realized he was back in the medical facility on their ship.

“Claude!” Rena was sudden leaning over him, hugging him fiercely. “We were so worried about you. Everyone else woke up immediately but you stayed ****. Even my healing symbology couldn’t wake you.” She was rambling. “You have some strange symbol on your chest, the stone disappeared, and I was worried that you’d been cursed or infected or I don’t know what.”

Her hug was growing almost painfully tight, but Claude suffered through it. Having her pressed so tightly against him felt incredibly good. He managed to reach around and hug her back. “I’m okay, Rena. A little sore, but okay.”

Rena stiffened as she realized how tightly she was hugging him. “Sorry, I didn’t think about…”

Claude cut her off and squeezed his own arms, preventing her from pulling away. “No, it’s fine. It feels good to have you in my arms.” Rena relaxed a little and stopped pulling away. Claude’s hand slid down her back. He had a sudden desire to grab her ass and pull her onto his lap.

“Well I guess someone is feeling better.” Celine’s voice came from the doorway.

Rena made a surprised squeak and hopped away from Claude, much to his annoyance. He could see a twinkle in Celine’s amber eyes and he once again wondered if she’d intentionally interrupted them. She’s probably just jealous of Rena and wants me to. Claude shook his head. Where had that thought come from?

Celine stepped gracefully into the room and strode up to Claude. She poked his left pectoral. “How does this feel? Any pain, itching, or odd sensations?”

“Besides you poking my naked chest?” Claude deadpanned.

Celine rolled her eyes. “Look at what I’m poking.”

Claude glanced down and then gasped. His entire pectoral was covered in some sort of magenta colored symbol or maybe it was multiple symbols all worked together. “Is that..?”

“The same symbol as the orb?” Celine guessed his question. “Hardly. This is fairly simple by comparison. I still have no idea what it means, but it is definitely different.”

“Well…” Claude thought about her initial question. “It doesn’t hurt, or itch, or whatever. So I guess that’s good.”

“Perhaps.” Celine slowly traced her finger along the scrolling runework. “We still need to figure out what it means though. Ernest and Opera are searching the rest of the temple to see if they can find any information on that orb. If you’re feeling okay, I should probably join them and help. If we can't find anything I'll have to try and decipher the symbol directly.” The smile on her lips suggested she wasn't opposed to staring at his naked chest for long periods of time.

Claude noted her finger was still caressing his skin and his nipple hardened at her touch. Her eyes were drawn to it for a moment and he almost thought he saw a hint of desire in her eyes. She wants me. Claude blinked and Celine pulled her finger away. Once again he wasn’t certain where the thought had come from. “I…I think I’m okay.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Rena pushed Celine out of the way. She seemed a little upset at their closeness. “Right now you need rest. And if you feel weird in any way, you need to tell us immediately.”

“If I need rest,” Claude pushed himself off the examination chair. “I’d rather do it in my own bed.” Rena and Celine both frowned at him, but neither could really argue with him agree to Rena’s request. He looked around the small room for a moment. “Where…is my shirt?”

Rena blushed and Celine giggled as she answered. “As best we can tell, your shirt was disintegrated by the blast. Fortunately, it was just your shirt.” Her eyes strayed towards his pants for a second, and Claude suspected she wouldn’t have been upset if they had been disintegrated as well.

Claude smirked at her, letting her know he’d caught her glance. Celine blushed and he had to suppress a laugh. It was nice to be the one getting the upper hand in their exchanges for once. “If anything feels…off, you’ll be the first to know.”

He left both ladies in the medical facility and quickly made his way to his room. He’d promised them he'd rest, but he honestly didn’t feel that bad. If anything, he was feeling better and better. The soreness had faded rather rapidly and he was now feeling good as new. Still, he at least needed to find another shirt. Opening the door to the room he shared with Precis, he immediately wondered at how Rena or Celine had ever believed he could get rest in there. Tools were sprawled all over the place and while there was no banging this time, Claude could see flickers from sparks coming through the bathroom door. Dreading what he would fine, Claude peaked into the bathroom.

Calling it a room was an overstatement. The bathroom was just large enough to house a small toilet, that actually folded into the wall when not in use, a sink that was available when the toilet was folded up, and a stall that served as the sonic shower. Really it was more of a closet than a room. Amazingly, the bathroom was not in disarray like the bedroom. Precis had one small panel popped off the wall and was soldering something inside it. She seemed focused on her work and hadn’t noticed Claude, giving him a moment to take in what she was doing.

With her light brown hair pulled back into a pony tail and wearing goggles, Precis knelt on the ground in front of the panel she was working on. Form fitting purple tights covered her lean legs but on her chest she wore only a crop top of a similar material to the tights, leaving most of her midriff bare. Petite and slim, Precis would never be considered a sultry beauty. Her breasts were barely big enough to show as rounded bumps under her crop top. Despite her tomboy looks, Claude couldn’t help but admit she was still desirable. More than once he’d seen her lean legs without pants and even her ass, which was quite the tight bubble butt. She’s eighteen now. A woman in truth. Perfect for shaping. Shaping? What was with all these weird thoughts he kept having?

Claude must have coughed or moved, because Precis looked up from her soldering. “Claude!” She smiled excitedly. “Hold on one sec, I’m almost done.” She quickly looked turned back to the panel and resumed soldering. About a minute later she slapped it back in place, set down her tools, and pulled her goggles up onto her forehead. “All finished! How are you feeling?” She started to stand and accepted Claude’s hand when he offered it. “Rena wouldn’t tell me anything other than you were hurt.” Her eyes focused on his bare chest. “Did you visit a tattoo parlor on the planet?”

“Uh…” Claude wasn’t certain where to start. He decided to go in a different direction. “What were you doing?”

Precis eyes widened excitedly but she spoke a little too innocently. “Oh…just making a few modifications to the sonic shower.” When Claude frowned she hurriedly explained. “I thought that if I varied the frequency of the pulses I could make it feel more like those real showers you talk about. So it feels like you’re being pelted with water.”

Claude was skeptical. Precis usually did succeed in whatever endeavor she tinkered with, but rarely on her first attempt. She’d tried to make the ship’s refrigeration more energy efficient and had frozen the entire contents into one solid block of ice. When she’d tried to make a portable health scanner based off the stationary unit in the medical facility, she’d initially dismantled the functioning unit, frustrating Rena to no end. And the last time she’d upgraded her miniature mech, Robbie, they’d almost started a forest fire with the weapons testing. Fortunately they’d been wise enough to test outdoors and not on the ship. “Is it safe?”

“Of course it is.” Precis’s voice sounded like she was more hopeful than certain. “See watch.” She was already barefoot so the only thing she took off was her goggles as she climbed into the sonic shower. Clothing was no issue for the shower, as it could essentially duo as a laundry machine.

The stall was big enough for Precis to stand in with just enough room to comfortably turn and move her arms. Claude tapped the button to start the shower and wondered if he might not be the only one to get a shirt disintegrated. He was fairly certain that Precis didn’t wear any bras and despite her rather overt teasing of late, she’d never been bold enough to flash him something more risqué that her panty covered ass. The shower hummed normally as it began to send out pulses of sound at Precis. She held her arms up and out and slowly turned. At first Precis made a show of it, moving in what she thought might be sultry motions. She didn’t know why she loved teasing Claude, but it always made her feel great when his eyes were on her. After a few seconds though, she realized that she might have made a slight miscalculation in the shower settings. The vibrations were definitely altered, but rather then feeling like the pelting of rain, it felt like they were massaging deeply into her body. Everywhere on her body. Her nipples hardened and her nethers grew a little moist at the pleasure seeping into her body. “It…mmm…might still need a few adjustments.”

At first, Claude watched Precis’s movements with minor annoyance. As usual, she was trying to tease him. But as her movements grew less **** and more relaxed his attention changed. He could see her nipples poking out against the tight purple fabric of her crop top. Clearly she was enjoying more than just teasing him. Before that day, Claude would probably have just left the bathroom and tried to cooldown. Today he felt different. Why should I be bothered by teasing? Maybe I should show her what happens if you tease someone too much. When Precis spoke, Claude stepped to the entrance so she couldn’t leave the shower. “It actually looks like it’s working pretty well.” He stepped further in, trapping Precis right in front of him. The vibrations felt surprisingly great and he quickly deduced why Precis was aroused.

Precis’s eyes had grown large as Claude’s bare chest was only a few inches from her. He never responded to her teasing. Why now of all times? The shower vibrations were still pulsing pleasure into her. “Claude, what are you doing? Let me out if you want to try…”

Claude held a finger up against Precis’s lips, silencing her. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he looked down at her and smirked. “You know Precis, you’ve been teasing me for two years now.”

“I haven’t been…” Precis sputtered and tried to push past Claude.

Claude firmly placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back against the shower wall. He pressed himself against her and leaned down to speak huskily in her ear. “You have been a BIG tease. Always flaunting your tight little body in front of me. Asking if Rena would appreciate me looking at you. Intentionally brushing up against me. You’re a tease, Precis. Don’t’ deny it.”

Precis shivered and felt her heart beating faster. Claude’s second hand settled on her bare midriff and began to gently need her skin. Her brain was trying to make sense of what was happening while her body was rapidly responding to the situation. Her pussy had grown much wetter and she wondered if she was staining her tights. Her panties were definitely drenched. Claude’s breath was hot on her neck and she could feel her nipples straining to get out of her top as they drilled into his chest. “I…I didn’t mean…what are you…” Claude nibbled on her neck and his fingers began to slid under the waist band of her pants. She gasped uncertainly. Uncertain if she wanted to stop him or let him continue. “What are you going to do?”

Claude’s voice was possessive and brooked no argument when he answered. “I’m going to show you what happens if you tease a man too much.”