Passion's Escape

Hours passed...

Hours passed.

Working with all the speed and proficiency that she possessed, Passion was impressed with her progress. It looked worse than it was. Other than an irreparable stabilizer she was going to be able to make the parts the ship had come with work fine, with a little tinkering of course. Her father had a right stabilizer that would fit, on one of his own personal ships. Feeling a little guilty, she removed it. Passion decided taking the stabilizer made them even for all the years of cooking and cleaning without any sort of 'thank you' or payment.

Resuming her work on the cargo ship, she barely noticed it become dark. Soon all the floodlights she could find were trained on the ship, and she was still working, ignoring the bug bites and her exhaustion.

The very drunk future ruler and his entourage returned. One of them tripped over one of her lights, causing it to go dark where she was and she hurt her hand. Swearing in a string of profanity that only a girl from a place like Freedom Port would know, she pulled herself out from under the ship.

An intoxicated Dragon was leering down at her.

Scowling she shook her wrench at him. "Don't even think about it my Lord, you promised me safety!"

Laughing he spoke in a slur. "I can promise you safe s*x!"

"No, go to bed." She was annoyed. She was not letting some drunken noble paw at her, even if he was s*x-able. Yummy, she would like to do him, sober. She never enjoyed s*x with a drunken man; they just didn't have game.

Noisily, the crew boarded their disabled ship. Morning was soon enough to continue. She went to inspect the fallen light. Lucky for her, no damages, just disconnected, she noted distractedly. Putting away her equipment and locking the shop, she went out back to the tub. They had no indoor plumbing so she kept fresh water in a private tub that she had rigged up. She filled it each morning and let the sun heat the water all day. Then at night, she would wash the grime off her body so she was fresh for bed. She allowed herself this one feminine weakness. Passion enjoyed an assortment of scented body washes and shampoos. Often she would trade them for a small repair. When a few of her customers found out how cheap it was to trade them, she found herself besieged with the stuff. They were almost impossible for her to get otherwise, so she happily traded for it. Occasionally, one of her brothers would bring her such things when they went off-world. Her father had never allowed her to go with them, so she was happy for the small condolences and comforts she could get.

Basking in warm moonlight, her hat came off and her long hair fell free with a shake. Taking off her dirty coveralls and then the light leggings and tunic, she stood naked in the open air. Her pale body shimmered in the soft moonbeams.

Her home was on the edge of town, so there was enough privacy for her to step into the tub and clean off the grime of the day's work. Soft insect noises played a soothing melody as she let her body relax in the warm water.

Sighing, she felt the moment of indulgence from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. In that moment she thought it defined perfection, until the male voice made her jump to cover her body.