Wait one second while we download the information," the equally bored communications officer said.Her sudden shocked gasp got the entire bridge crew's...attention. "Sir, the drone is from the Aurora-class transport Persephone. It's one of the two vessels that are due in today. They are reporting a Sa'arm fleet at the edge of the solar system!" WHAT?!" he yelled, shocked and dismayed. Before his panic could fully set in, he was distracted by the comm officer again."Sir, Admiral Chow on the line. "God, that's hot," I said, grabbing her and pulling her close as I lockedinto a deep, passionate kiss. My sensitive breasts squeezed against hers,our tongues interlocking. The kiss seemed to last for days, hours,minutes, but after a few seconds, Megan pulled away."I'm not sure I can..." she started, but then lost herself and said "oh,what the hell" and kissed me again.I pulled her into the room, closed the door behind her, and we fell ontomy bed, my knee wedged in her legs, our hands up each. "It's magic."Samara nodded. "Now?" No," Mark replied. "Let's take a minute to catch our breaths. I need a glass of water."Samara blushed prettily, and then laughed her soft, breathy laugh. "I could use one too."Mark went to the kitchen, opening his cupboard to find two glasses. Samara picked up his sketch book, setting it on the island. She leaned over the island, poring over the sketches. Mark filled the glasses, handing her one and sipping the other.Samara took her glass of water, and then. There was a large master bedroom with French windows opening out onto the walkway. It had a six foot bed and an en-suite shower room with loads of mirrors. The lounge was enormous, furnished in a modern style with lovely pictures and soft carpets on stone floors. The kitchen/dining room was big as well, with plenty of room to cook and to eat – not that we did much cooking there. The second bedroom was smaller with just a single bed but the great big sofa in the lounge turned into a double bed.