Herself...

"Jesus Christ, look at this mess. I should get Fyfe to clean this up himself!" - She complains before thinking about his current state of mind. - "Ah, fuck... the poor guy has enough in his mind as it is. If I call him out on this... who knows how he'll take it. I guess I'll just... fuck my life... handle this myself... It WAS an homage to me after all..." - Aurora thinks, kind of flattered but unable to avoid making a disgusted face at the same time. Fyfe's cumshots have been lingering on the door long enough to start dripping down on the ground now. - "Argh, fuck fuck fuck... from prominent writer to cum wiper! And it rhymes, too..." - She utters, looking down at the growing pool of cum under the stall door. - "Yep... this is just like my teenage days again. 'No, mom, everything's fine, I just spilled some juice on my blanket yesterday...'" - She laughs, reminiscing about her first sexual adventures. She stretches her arm to grab some toilet paper and is then reminded about how Jim forgot to replenish it.

"Oh, Jim... of all the times when you could've forgotten to get more paper..." - Carefully opening the stall door, she steps over the pool and enters "her" stall, grabbing the roll inside. On the way back she begins wiping the toilet seat and, as she leans over, the smell of cum mixes with the smell pee giving out a pretty strong and unusual fragrance to the place. - "Whew! It actually only took TWO dudes to get this bathroom smelling like a real men's bathroom!" - Aurora lets out a sigh, forgetting the pee is her own. She then flushes the toilet once. Then twice. Flushing amenizes the smell a little and so she continues to clean. A few more handfuls of paper and she feels the seat is good enough to sit again. The only thing she can smell now is Fyfe's semen, but that's mostly coming from the floor.

Aurora has been extra careful using loads of paper so as to not get her hands dirty. - "Just my luck... as if it wasn't enough that Jim always wants to end with a facial..." - She contemplates the irony. - "Now I gotta handle Fyfe's jizz, too?" - Pausing for a second, she wonders how she would even look if Jim came as much as Fyfe does, and she can't help but laugh. - "Damn, would my face even be visible after all this?" - Aurora continues to wipe but her mind wanders. She thinks about Jim and how much they've grown close. She think about how she even grew to love him and how their life was good, considering the circumstances. But with Fyfe and all the cum she's been wiping off, she can't help but think of their sex life. Which was good too. - "I mean, Jim isn't exactly the best lover I've ever had, but we have fun." - She tells herself with a queasy smile. The truth is Aurora knows Jim is not the most adventurous person in the sack. - "He's very loving and caring... and always makes sure I..." - She can't even bring herself to finish the sentence, knowing she's already covering for him somehow. - "He does like facials..." - She continues in vain, slowly questioning herself and her lenience. Usually a hard-ass, cut throat, sharp-tongued woman, she's finding it strange how different she became with time. - "Well... what choice did have?" - And she was right. In that ship. Forever. With one guy. What choice did she have? She began enjoying exactly what she could bring herself to enjoy, and slowly allowing herself to forget about most personal preferences... and even her experiences back on earth.

The more she ponders, the more upset she gets, and soon Aurora is cleaning the floor passionately, almost as if to escape her own mind. She doesn't even care that she's been splashing some of the cum on her hands and knees, she just wants to get it done. And with such enthusiasm, it takes her no more than 10 minutes to have the floor looking almost like it hadn't been flooded with cum at all.

"Alright, now. I think I deserve a break. Been working like a camel in here." - She pants, sweating heavily in the warmth of the restroom. Disturbed by her own thoughts and eager to get some rest, she walks out of the stall and then the bathroom, forgetting her book yet again on the sink. She takes two steps heading to her room when she's scared to ****.

"Whoa, hey, hold on, there, partner!" - Jim says as they almost bump into each other. - "Been looking all over for you. Why are you going in this bathroom?" - He asks, wondering why she didn't just go to her "usual" one, in her suite.

"I... er.... I was... it's just that... you know..." - Thinking quickly, she adds. - "Looking for you, stud."

"Is that right? In the food court bathroom, is it?" - Jim questions.

"Well, yea... I... went by the control room, but you weren't there..."

"Oh, you did? But I... I jsut came from there and..."

"Well I took the monorail in station J after my run, I guess we probably just missed each other..." - She blatantly lies.

"Hmm, yea... I guess so, but..." - And before Jim can finish his sentence, Aurora kisses him passionately to avoid any more questions. And to shut her own mind up. - "Hmm... I see someone's riled up today..." - Aurora just smirks at him and suggests...