Whatever had killed their ship, and hadn't quite killed them yet, had foreclosed all of those possibilities. Now that she was 'in command, ' as the se...ior surviving crew member, she couldn't approach her might-have-been lovers, even if she could bring herself to choose between them. Neither could she approach the only other surviving woman, who seemed to have assigned herself the role of ship's slut, boosting the morale of nearly a dozen of the other survivors by spreading her legs for anyone. Yes, I succeeded in releasing the virus, I remember now," she thought."You have killed millions of the infidels, sent so many unbelievers straight to hell," came the voice, its message somewhat at odds with the musical quality to its tone."The voice, where have I heard the voice? Mission... I succeeded," her thoughts drifted."All of the training we did together was worth it, worth it to see our plan succeed. Do you remember the training Bird Song?"Shafiq's drug fogged mind drifted back to the. She trembled again. Her finger moved to the heat between her legs, tracing softly around the skin between her thigh and labia. Autumn drew in a sharp breath, and trailed her finger up her damp slit. The electricity of it lifted her hips off the mattress, and crashed her back down into it. Her middle finger drew small circles around her clit, teasing the hood up and down. Her left hand grasped into the sheets, its cool silk flowing between her fingers. Her right hand continued to play artist on. My ripped shirt fluttered around my chest. Val was smiling."I, um, just wanted to see what was taking so long," Gianna said quietly."Now you know," Val replied, her smile widening."Val, you're not helping," I said. She fell silent as she continued getting dressed, but she was still smiling."It's okay," Gianna said, brushing her hand back through her long hair. "I'm not mad, just surprised. I didn't expect to see this." You're not mad?" I asked. "Not in the slightest?" I'm not. Though I should.