Casper leaned hard against the structure wall of his drop chute as gauss rounds impacted hard against the other side. He looked to his left an narrowed his eyes.<br/><br/>"Oh! It'll be fine! Target's down on a backwater all by his lonesome. We'll just drop in, confirm one more kill and get picked up in time for dinner." he sarcastically echoed Marley's words back to him.<br/><br/>Marley just shrugged, "Transponder's up. The boy'll be here in eighteen hours or so."<br/><br/>Casper looked back to his right to make sure nobody was brave enough to try and flank them, "We're not gonna last another eighteen minutes pinned down like this. We need some high ground. Some of that<i>damn good </i>ground. We gotta get outta here."<br/><br/>"Don't worry. You did." Marley said.<br/><br/>Casper turned back and found Marley's corpse. He'd taken a gauss round to the side of the head. Casper was certain he was dead. Then Marley's lips moved one more time.<br/><br/>"You can't come back here anymore Dwayne."<br/><br/><i>Dwayne?</i><br/><br/>Dwayne opened his eyes, but slowly. There was not jolt or any cold sweat. He couldn't recall exactly what he'd been dreaming about. Only that it was odd or different somehow. Just like now was odd and different. Dwayne was in bed, right where he should be, in the place he'd left himself last. But he wasn't alone. He took steady breaths and waited. His pulse leveled at last. Nothing appeared to be wrong but he wanted to be certain. A small bit of light shown in from the corridor outside his cabin. It was enough for him to confirm. He wanted to be sure, but he hadn't honestly needed to. He was on the Rag Tag. And there was only one other person on board. Anjali was fast asleep. At some point in the during their sleep cycle, she'd climbed in bed with him. Under the covers and up against him. Against his, her skin felt nice and warm. Dwayne breathed deep and took in the scent of her hair. He admitted silently that he wanted her to be this close to him. And closer still. And in his bed. If Anjali had wanted the same she'd have woken him. Regardless of how much he desired, pursuing her in such a manner the day she'd woken up and after all she'd been through simply wouldn't serve. Aside form that, there was the purpose she'd been created. Honor forbade it. He looked inward and imagined it might be the same if she asked him to kill someone for her. Just because he'd been created for the purpose, didn't mean he'd do it on command. Then he looked down.<br/><br/>The soft flesh of her backside was pressed against exactly where his mind didn't want her to be, but exactly where his body did, as evident by the movement he felt between his legs. Dwayne eased his hips backwards trying not to disturb her. Before something else disturbed her. It wasn't shame. Dwayne's body was reacting in exactly the manner it was meant to. But if she did wake, he didn't care to try and answer the one question she'd likely have. 'What. The fuck. Is. That?'<br/><br/><i>It's a cock! Wanna see?</i><br/><br/>Dwayne bit his lip and tried to breath normally. It was similar to the absurd humor he'd found while she was reanimating in the airlock. Being in space alone for extended periods, Dwayne often found things to laugh at within himself. Bianca didn't understand<i>funny</i>. It was something he did to preserve his sanity. Slowly he eased toward the foot of the bed and quietly crept over the rail. He tiptoed into his bathroom and closed the door. He looked down.<br/><br/>"Just...go away." he whispered.<br/><br/>He had a problem. A fair cut above average sort of problem. And it wasn't going to just go away. Dwayne took matters into his own hands. He flushed the toilet when said problem had been solved. It was only fluid. Bio-engineering had insured that Dwayne didn't have any swimmers. Men often shared their genetic material with willing participants. The Free Worlds Coalition didn't want him giving away what might have been centuries of genetic research for free. Deftly, he crept back into bed. Anjali was still asleep it seemed. Years of training in a black ops unit came in handy for something other than confirmed kills. He was glad.<br/><br/>Dwayne curled back up to Anjali and held her close. This was her idea after all. His head found his pillow. She had her own. Dwayne kept two in his bed. He closed his eyes and tried to find sleep again. Anjali wiggled just a bit. Just enough to rustle him. And familiar movement happened once again.<br/><br/><i>AWW! COME ON!</i><br/><br/>It wasn't the<i>full monty, </i>but it was enough to be noticeable. Dwayne thought for just a moment. He wasn't going back to the bathroom, that was for certain. Instead he backed up a little and placed his pillow between his member and her backside. Things would normalize before morning. Anjali was on the end of her pillow. Dwayne's head would occupy the other end. Her dark hair surrounded him a little. He decided that he liked that. Being pressed up so close against her, Dwayne wrapped an arm around her mid drift and held her there. She had came to<i>his </i>bed. She could deal with how he wanted to sleep. And sleep he did.