Long Haul Ch. 02

"You put enough of those pills in me, and yeah. I'll fuck you 'til you can't walk straight, but we're not doing that tonight."

"Aw come on," Bonnie groaned. With a flourish of her arms, she said, "We're all gonna die tomorrow. We have to live for today!"

"I'm not planning on dying. Are you?"

Bonnie fell back onto the bed and sighed. "Death finds me."

"You don't have to be melodramatic about it."

Bonnie glared at her. "Are you seriously saying no right now?"

Wren nodded, and Bonnie rolled her eyes. She grabbed a pillow and carried it over to the couch in the corner of the room, then threw herself down on her side with her front facing the backside of the plush furniture. Wren watched her go, took a deep steadying breath to push down the last of the urges to do exactly as Bonnie had wished, and went back to the chair to continue watching the repairs. Before long, Bonnie's snoring drifted through the air, and Wren tried to get comfortable.

***

The lump on the couch groaned, and Wren smiled. She finished pouring the coffee, took a deep whiff of it, and carried the steaming mug over to the table beside.

"Seal it," Bonnie slurred. "Nooo. No. No noise."

Wren sat down on the table, with a mug of her own, and sipped. The aroma was so good, after so many years of artificial substitutes, that she didn't care that it was black.

"Stop having having sex with your coffee already."

Wren blinked, unaware until that moment that she'd been making any noises at all. Bonnie slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position and looked down in confusion at the blanket wrapped around her.

"I put that there," Wren said.

"Oh. So you care enough to keep me warm, but not enough to keep me warm at night?"

Wren leaned forward. "When I fuck someone, I want them to remember it."

Bonnie smirked as she lifted the mug to her lips, but it was gone soon after.

"So what was all that about last night?"

The redhead lowered her eyes. "I didn't like lying to those people. I thought I was doing something good, going out there. Helping them feel like they aren't forgotten, you know? Like someone, somewhere, is standing up for them, but... it's not me."

"Isn't that why you were on Luna 2 in the first place? To kill a bad guy?"

"I never got that far."

"Only this time though, right? You've done that before."

Bonnie nodded solemnly. "Yeah. A few other times. Execs, mostly, and two shooters."

"Then why would you think you're not qualified to stand in front of.. I don't know...the downtroddenand be admired for doing exactly that? Standing up for them?"

"Because I didn't do what you did." Bonnie's features hardened. "I don't think I did any good at all, and whatyou did? That was an accident."

Wren took another sip of her coffee, and shook her head. "When Jackson puts a picture in front of you, and he says 'this one next', what goes through your head?"

Bonnie licked her lips. Muscles and tendons in her arms rippled and tensed. "I think about my unit. I think about each of them... and I think about all of usas a unit. As a family. And then I think... this guy was a part of it, or... or-or this girl knew. She knew something. And then... " She put her cup down and leaned back, pushing her hair back behind her ears as she did. Her dark shirt and non-descript pants hung loosely from her frame, designed for range of motion.

"And then you go."

"Yeah." Her eyes wandered, roaming left and right without coming up high enough to meet Wren's gaze.

"You know, I've always thought of corporations like people factories. These... big machines that... produce little automatons, and those automatons turn around and make the machine bigger so it can make more automatons. The only thing the machine cares about is getting bigger."

Bonnie's face grew hard for a moment. "I don't know where you're going with that."

"If you attack the automatons, the machine will just make more. That's a never-ending cycle so you have to come at it from another angle."

"So... what?"

"You have to attack the machine."

"The machine that makes people," Bonnie said flatly.

"Thecorporatemachine."

The redhead pinched the bridge of her nose as she reached for the mug on the table. "I'm not awake enough for this."

"I did a lot of thinking last night," Wren said. "A lot of thinking."

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Yes." She shook her head briefly. "I mean, a little. Some. ... Enough. The point is, I hadn't ever really thought about what I was doing. It... It hit me when you knew I liked money, so I started trying to work that backwards.

"I grew up on a station," Wren continued. "Smaller than this. Tiny. My parents worked in the plant. They made components for artgrav, and... and whole grav systems, right? Anyway, when I was little, I used to take things apart. Everything I could get my hands on. There's only so many things in one apartment, though. I could only take apart the air scrubber so many times. So one day, I think I was about nine, I found my way into a maintenance shaft. Started taking apart this... this box. I had no idea what it did. Only this box was designed to stop people from messing with it, so when I cracked it open I got a shock. Zzzp. And down the shaft I went."

Bonnie licked her lips and put down the mug.

"Broke my back on impact. Severed the spinal cord. I was still paralyzed when I woke up in the ward a week later. They'd started the regen therapy while I was in the coma, so I was only off my feet for a couple months, but... it cost them. You know? It cost a lot." Wren's eyes lost focus, seeing in her mind as she recalled. "I was... they didn't tell me. They didn't... But I knew. We were never very well off, but suddenly we were poor. And I knew... even at nine I knew it was because of me."

Wren sat up and blinked, refocusing. "I'd never really thought about how much that drove me. Like, I wasn't obsessed with money because I'm just not an obsessive person, but I let it cloud some other things. I worked with some shady people and looked the other way. I'm not proud of that. When you're a kid, you don't really... you don't think that you won't get better. Of course you'll get medicine, because the universe is just."

Bonnie snorted and shook her head.

"Yeah. You think that right up until you don't."

"Well, I'm glad you got in your soul searching." The redhead stared down into her coffee. "Not sure how that helps."

"Oh!" Wren laughed abruptly, eyes pinched shut while she shook her head. "Totally forgot the point I was trying to make. I got off on a tangent. I can take machines apart. That's what I was getting at."

"The next time the automat turns all my whites pink, I'll be sure to give you a call."

"No, I was... I was tying back into the metaphor."

"What metaphor?"

"About the—"

"Wren," Bonnie said, grabbing the blue-haired woman by the wrist. "I had a lot to drink last night. My head is pounding. What the fuck are you trying to say?"

"I want to help."

"Okay."

"Actually, that's not really it. I want to do more than just help. I want to break the machine."

"Okay."

"See, no. That's not it either."

"Okay."

Wren's brow furrowed in thought. "I want to redefine the game. Completely. Even the playing field."

"Okay."

Wren's head swivelled. "Are you hearing what I'm saying?"

Bonnie's bleary-eyed glare was answer enough.

"Right. Headache. Okay." She started to get up, but Bonnie's grip on her wrist tightened like a vice.

"Did you mean that? You want to help?"

Wren nodded.

"Okay." Bonnie slugged back the rest of her mug, slumped onto her side, and pulled a pillow over her head. "I might need you to tell me all of that stuff again later."

"Okay," Wren said. She got up, found the dimmer, and lowered the lights across the apartment. Then she curled back up in her chair, perched where she could watch the repairs. At first glance, it seemed like very little had been fixed, though she knew that the repairs weren't going to happen quickly.

Wren didn't make it to the second glance before sleep caught up with her.

***

In her light sleep, Wren instinctively grabbed the blanket when she felt it sliding off of her, but her tired grip was too weak to keep hold. Cool air washed over her bare legs, and she grunted softly. It wasn't jarring, or displeasing, but it was noticeable.

Slight pressure. Fingers on her thighs. Spreading them apart. Wren's eyes fluttered open to find Bonnie kneeling in front of her chair and staring up at her.

"Whatareyou—"

"Shhh," Bonnie whispered. Her tattooed arms slipped around to the outsides of Wren's hips, and her fingers hooked in under the waistband.

Wren's body adjusted unconsciously, squirming this way and that to aid in the removal of her undergarment. Her mouth was already dry, and what little moisture was left dried up quickly as the redhead leaned forward in a loose-fitting tank top. One hand lifting her thick, flaccid shaft while the other lay flat against her thigh. The heavy head drooped, but only until the redhead lifted it with her tongue.

"Jeez," Bonnie said softly. "Even like this, it's still too much for me to swallow."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Wren slurred, still groggy from the abrupt awakening. "And in this case, it will definitely get you fucked, but, are you sure?"

"Do I look, in any way, unsure?" Bonnie answered her own question, keeping intense eye contact while she swallowed a mouthful of semi-hard flesh. Wren's spine curled and flexed, as she swallowed enough to bring her lips to where her fingers were gripped tightly around the middle of the shaft. Tiny wet sounds.

"What I meant... earlier," Wren gasped, eyes fluttering as she writhed, "was that... I-I... I don't want to just... like... oh fuuuuck."

Bonnie's eyes twinkled.

"I don't want to just... pick a fight with a corporation because I'm bitter and good god keep doing that with your tongue." Her head fell back into the cushioned back of the chair, and she brought her left hand to rest on top of Bonnie's head. "I want to... to-to do it with you. Because of you."

Wren slouched lower, and Bonnie brought both hands in to squeeze the base of the shaft. "When I do this," she said gleefully, "the tip is almost hard enough to fuck."

"It won't be," Wren said, biting her lip. "Trust me. You won't be able to reach, and... and if I do—" Her voice cut off in a squawk as Bonnie took her deep, to the back of the throat. "I have other things I want to be touching than myself you know?"

"Mmmhmm," Bonnie murmured, mouth still full to the brim with flesh. Her eyes drifted shut as she started bobbing up and down, and Wren gave a long, heavy sigh of contentment. The blue-haired girl's thighs began to pop, but the push was lost in the still-hardening flesh of her cock, and Bonnie continued to work her lips and tongue in excruciating harmony.

"Okay," Wren groaned. "Okay, okay. Please. It's—"

Bonnie's eyes narrowed.

"I can't take it anymore."

"Did I... do something wrong?"

"No!" Wren shouted. "But I'm not going to get any harder than that without help and I amdyingto fuck you right now."

Bonnie's head rose, and she looked around. "Did you bring anything with you?"

"My pants," Wren said, pointing awkwardly over the arm of the chair. "Small pocket sewn into the seam. Inside of the left leg. Two pills."

Bonnie reached over and grabbed them from the floor, and made a face as she turned them inside out.

"I put a pocket in every pair of pants I own, and all of them have pills stashed in them." Wren held out one hand while she absently stroked herself with the other. "I've also got pills stashed all over the Daedalus. At least twenty." As soon as Bonnie dropped the pills into her palm, Wren opened her mouth and swallowed them in a single gulp.

Bonnie stood, wearing little else than her smirk, and Wren's breath caught in her throat. Bonnie's tattoos, stretching from the backs of her hands up to her shoulders, hid the definition of her muscles, but in the low light all she could make out were the sinuous swells, dips, and curves. The places where shadows gave way to illumination. The redhead moved in front of her, stepped over her legs, and straddled her in the deep armchair. Her gaze was mesmerizing, and Wren felt the heat rushing under her skin as Bonnie sat lower and lower. Her thickening shaft lay against her stomach, and the wet warmth of Bonnie's cleft settled around the base of it. Lower and lower, moving like honey. Bonnie's lips, moving closer and closer.

Wren sat up into the kiss. The redhead's hands on her sides. Her hands brushing Bonnie's cheeks, fingers tucked behind the jaw to hold her close and keep her there.

Brief flashes of light from the welders in the docking back illuminated her from different angles, hiding her eyes in shadow while accentuating her cheekbones. Silhouetting the shape of her hanging breasts. Their kiss began and ended many times, but it was always the same kiss. The same passion. The same heat.

Wren groaned, eyes fluttering, as the heat reached a fever. She flew past the point where she had full control over herself so fast that she never even knew it was coming. What remained of her, the animal inside, saw and wanted. Her hands drifted to Bonnie's hips, pushing her up while she shifted her hips back and around. Bonnie immediately reached down with a smirk and grabbed the still-thickening shaft.

"There we go," Bonnie said, as she moved to line herself up. Pearl white teeth sank into her lips and one eye pinched shut, and a soft gasp escaped from her lips as the head stretched her. Another sharper gasp followed it, when the head slipped inside of her, and for a few moments Bonnie simply stayed still. Even though it was clear, from the way her jaw slackened, that she enjoyed the strain, it was not enough for Wren. She wanted more, and her hips started to move.

"Slow," the redhead whispered. "Slow."

Wren did not want to go slow. She wanted to mate. She wanted to breed. She wanted to fuck. Her thrustswere slow, but that was a byproduct of how much fluid it took to coat her still-thickening shaft. Each thrust could only drive a little further than the last before the friction of dry skin made it painful. Not that Wren was averse to a little pain.

"Fuuuck. Fuck, it's getting thicker."

Wren liked to watch her partners talk. The nature of the effect of her pills allowed her to appreciate the motion of lips and tongue, brow and eye, and all the subtle ways their facial expressions betrayed how they felt. It was easily more powerful for Wren to see the effects rather than to hear Bonnie narrate the same thing.

The shudder was her favorite part. The moment when she could watch Bonnie's eyes twitch and body jerk as her head came to rest against the cervix for the first time. It was intoxicating, and whenever it happened Wren would latch onto it. Hips, ass, and thighs popping and clenching to produce shallow, fast thrusts that jackhammered at the sensitive end of Bonnie's long corridor. Bonnie rocked forward onto her knees, retreating slowly from the assault, but that only meant that Wren tried a little harder.

Her eyes were ravenous as she drank in the redhead's reactions and body language. Her fingertips danced along flush, sweat-pebbled skin, moving upward until they found the hard tips of Bonnie's nipples. Feather-light brushing. Gentle rolling. And then, right at the moment when Bonnie's jaw hung the lowest, a crushing pinch.

Bonnie screamed, back arching, and Wren squeezed her left breast to push out the nipple as far as possible. She couldn't stop staring up at the redhead, but she needed to be doing something. If not with her cock, if not with her hips, and if not with her hands, then her lips and tongue. Nibbling, licking, and lashing at Bonnie's nipple. Suckling. Bonnie's fingers tore at her hair, gripping and pulling, but Wren refused to relent. There were few pleasures in life she enjoyed more than following through on delivering an orgasm. It was her happy place.

Bonnie shifted, rocking to her right just enough to allow the now-fully-engorged cock to slip out of her, and then collapsed onto Wren's lap. As she slid backwards, shifting her weight onto Wren's thighs, she cupped Wren's cheeks and drew her into a long, heavy kiss.

Kissing was not what Wren wanted to do. Part of her was aware that it was necessary to give her partner a breather after a good, hard cum, and that the longer they needed was a metric she would use later to gauge how strong it was, but in the moment Wren was not equipped to cuddle. Her arms slipped around to hold Bonnie's ass, pulling her closer. Making sure that her cock was constantly in contact with the redhead, and reminding her of its presence with its near-constant throbbing. She arched her own back just so, pushing her tummy and cock forward just that much more.

"Get up," she growled, as her vision became hazy. Medication surged through her veins, dilating her pupils and setting the blood pumping loudly through her ears. She could barely hear herself talk.

Bonnie, breathless, stepped backwards unsteadily, and Wren was on her feet soon after. Deft fingers reached into another hidden pocket in her pants to pull out a small, single-use packet of lube. She grabbed Bonnie's waist, turned her, pushed her up against the wall, and moved the redhead's hips until the positioning was just right. She kept her thighs pressed against the backs of Bonnie's, one hand caressing the redhead's lower back, while she ripped open the packet with her teeth and squirted it liberally over her cockhead.

She kept her hand planted on the small of Bonnie's back, keeping her in place and against the wall, while she guided herself into Bonnie's ass. Bonnie groaned loudly, arms pressed against the wall. The surface of it was smooth, giving her little to grab hold of, so Bonnie shifted to simply brace herself.

Four thrusts, each going deeper than the last, had Wren right where she wanted to be. Fully inserted. With Bonnie's full, quivering cheeks pressed against her groin. Her mouth was dry almost to the point that it hurt to move her tongue around, but that was okay with Wren. It wasn't her tongue that she wanted to be moving anyway.

The dull thud of repetitive impacts rocked her body as she pounded away at the redhead, but the feeling was worth less than the sight of Bonnie's flesh rippling. It was definitely worth less than the way Bonnie looked back over her shoulder a second later with a pained gasp. That alone was enough to drive her onward and upward. Harder and faster. Bonnie's beautiful tits swayed just out of Wren's sight, with only just the tiniest sliver of the side of each visible to her, but that was enough. She could hear them smacking against the wall.

On and on. Her vision became hazier, and her hearing more muffled. Although it took effort, she kept one eye on the clock in the display on the wall because she hadn't set a timer. Seconds and minutes slipped away as she drove deep into Bonnie's ass over and over and over.

A particularly bright flash of light, from a welder down in the docking bay, caught Wren's attention for just a moment, but it held Bonnie's for longer.

"Oh... oh... oh god... oh god... can they see us?"

"No," Wren grunted. "Not glass." It took all of her faculties to string words together to try to comfort the redhead in the heat of the moment. "Wall, not a window." In truth, Wren did not know if the wall was transparent both ways, but her instinct was to calm Bonnie's nerves.

Bonnie's head dipped forward, chin to chest, so that only the very back of her head was visible over her shoulders. The blue-haired girl recognized that a relaxed, slumped posture was inevitable. Bonnie would tire before she would, and not because Wren was in better shape. It was rewarding to watch her efforts wear Bonnie down, but at the same time, Wren wanted toseethe effects. Sweat was pouring down Bonnie's back, and for the moment that was enough.