Stars, but she was sweet. As she slipped into slumberland, he stroked her hair. She was draped so snugly over him.  He cupped her sweet breast and wiggled the fingers of his right arm in the air.<br/>Since he had had it regened, after an accident in an engine, it got cold so easily.<br/>Then he grinned, problem solved.  He slid his hand between her deep cheeks where it was wonderfully warm. She sighed in her sleep and her buns gave a reflexive squeeze, as did her hand around his cock. He felt his hand suddenly get squeezed tight.  Moons and stars! This woman was a dynamo. Soon his hand was warm and he could feel all his fingers again, but he had no desire to move it.<br/>Idly, he wondered if she would ever want him to slide anything else in there.  He wasn't normally into that, but if it helped to keep her happy, he'd dress in a tutu and sing, while drinking a pop upside down.<br/>She was deep asleep now, and he called up the ship data into visual mode.<br/>Fuel was a problem. They left the station on .11 full.<br/>He called up recent maps and data, but there were no gas giants or significant water worlds close.  They needed deuterium...<br/>In desperation, he rolled through the ship's manifest.  No. no. No. No. N-wait a sec. What was that?<br/>He reviewed the ship's log, and altered records in a flash. He smiled, and telesyned the sector space patrol.<br/>#sector patrol, this is an emergency assist call. Friendly privateer Jazztown requesting aid.  Our ship and others were waylaid by pirates. We have disabled the pirate base and escaped to a nearby moon, but are low on fuel.  Ship is carrying 3meg of antiviral for Brier's plague, needing delivery ASAP.<br/>Can you assist, sector patrol?#<br/>#Jazztown, this is sector. We have your beacon and have already found exploded base.  Nice work. You will get a 5 percent salvage claim on it.<br/>We heard a rescue ship had been dispatched for Carterra, and were beginning to wonder.  We will arrive in 10.62 terran hours on high drive.  Are you injured?#<br/>He looked at Kat. 'Not anymore', he thought, and softly smiled at her.  He admired, for at least the hundredth time, her gorgeous face, sleek curves, and her wondrous breasts and ass.  He also noticed her slim, but strong fingers, currently curled around his cock in her sleep - so different from his own thick mitts.  But she had not complained about his fingers yet! Nicely tapered legs, not too slim, just right for a big strong woman.<br/>#No sector, we are fine here.  Only two survivors, Registered Pilot 2nd Class, Kat Montoya, and Chief Engineer.  My comp ID should provide you with my stats#<br/>#Copy that.  Jazztown, and congrats on your new ship.  Your title has been cleared by sector command as thanks for the demo work on that pirate base.  We recovered some vids of what happened.  Nice work.  No live pirates to gum up the court.  You make this mercy run and there will be no questions asked.  Heck, we'll paint the new name on the ship for you.#<br/>#Message received Sector. Many thanks to sector for cutting through the tape and for the generosity. I'll paint her myself though. Jazztown, over and out.#<br/>Elation flowed through him.  Their own ship, free and clear.  And what a honey it was.  It was hard to wait to tell her. Heck, with her fingers holding him, he was already hard anyway.  But he wouldn't move a muscle, would not chance waking his dream girl from a well deserved rest.<br/>Then she stretched and extended, her lush body flowing over him in her sleep.  Her head now atop his, breasts at his neck. Splayed wide, her thighs straddled his and his rod was just above her entrance.<br/>Straining, he managed to tip his hips down and pop into her. As he relaxed, he was halfway in her and totally covered by her.  What security and comfort she gave him.<br/>He reflected that in one day, he had transferred all loyalty to her.  It seemed fickle, but it wasn't.  What it was-was magic.  If need be, he would kills to protect her, die to shield her, live to bring her joy.<br/>Finally, he fell asleep, half in her, hand between her buns, all of him warm and snuggly.<br/>He didn't stir until she moved, and for the first night since he was a toddler, he slept without the nightmares.  He dreamed of her smile, holding him, shielding him from the darkness.<br/>