Go talk to her

Adam got abruptly pushed himself away from the console and jerked to his feet. “I need a shower.” He muttered to himself as he strode to the door of the room. “I long cold shower.” Deliberately closing the door behind him with a loud thump Adam made no attempt to quite the sound of his boots on the floor as he walked slowly back to the lounge area. Hopefully Sister Winlay would hear him coming and there’d be no embarrassment for either of them; just to be sure he tapped on the door frame and called out softly.

“Mika, Winlay? How’s the Oracle doing?” He turned into the room and saw Sister Winlay sitting stiffly on the edge of the chair. Her back was straight and legs pressed together at the knees and turned modestly to one side. If he hadn’t seen what she had been doing in the view screen only moments before he might not have noticed the flush in her cheeks, the rapid breathing that lifted her bosom causing her shirt to gap where the buttons had been unfastened or noticed the tension in her voice when she hushed him.

“Shhhh.” Sister Winlay whispered quietly as she lifted a finger to her slightly parted lips. “They’re both asleep.” A quick glance confirmed that both the Oracle on the couch and Mika curled up in the other chair were indeed sleeping soundly in the heat and moisture of the hidden lair. Adam nodded and continued in a much softer tone.

“I’m going to take a shower, unless there’s anything you need.” What was he thinking!? Did he really expect her to tell him, ‘Oh please, Mika got me all worked up, and I need you to help finger me until I cum all over our fingers.’ Xelta he was an idiot.

“That sounds nice.” Her words were barely audible and Adam had to resist the temptation to move closer to Winlay to hear her more clearly. “I’ll stay up with him until you’re back.” Winlay motioned vaguely in the direction of the Oracle’s couch looking for all the world like an iconic image of Xeltan modesty and devotion. Adam wasn’t fooled. He wanted to shatter that image, to kiss her full lips just like Mika had, to pull open her shirt and cup her mounds with his strong hands as he pressed his knee between her thighs. It wouldn’t take long to bring her back to the level of excitement that he had seen just minute before. Instead he turned without a word and headed for the relief of the cold shower.

“Adam, Wait!” Winlay’s words stopped him in his tracks as surely as a direct order from his commanding officer. He heard her approaching from behind him but he refused to let himself turn to face her. He didn’t trust himself not to sweep her into his arms, so he waited facing the open door ready to flee if he had to in the face of an overwhelming foe. She stood just behind him to his right, so close that he could hear her breathing in the stillness of the buried apartment.

“Are you mad at me?”