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Isn't the Astro Citizen Corporation so nice? Giving everyone on this ship a second chance at life. A chance at life that can't be taken away from anyone, no matter what they do. Or at least that's what the astrocitizens were told when they were given their freshly acquired freedom. “Everything is gonna be great,” they said. The statement was, of course, partly true. But who would have told the crew that something as insignificant as aggression or, on the opposite, an obsession with the other crew member, can buy them a one-way ticket back to earth?
No one knew, Deedee included, and so everyone was free to do whatever they wanted. Who was their judge there after all?
After Deedee's last “meeting” with Tom, she has been feeling much better with the whole situation she lives in. Now she didn't need to find new things to do alone— things that usually ended up boring the hell out of her. Her relationship with Tom started getting better, and they both started talking more and just doing things together more. At least now, it made her feel a little bit less useless on the space station than before. This relationship seemed to bring Deedee more than just a feeling of usefulness.
Everyone was waking up as the not-real sunlight of ceiling lamps was getting bright and boringly unreal as always. Deedee woke up one of the first from the crew; she had overdone it with caffeine the day before. There was still the smell and taste of coffee in her mouth despite brushing it off with toothpaste and mouthwash yesterday. As Deedee woke up, she started her usual morning routine.
It was the same as always: wake up, make the bed, brush her hair, and then finally get her first coffee of the day. Nothing too interesting. She sat down at one of the bar chairs in the kitchen–or at least something they call kitchen-slowly putting the coffee cup up to her lips as her mind started to drift away into deep thoughts again. The ones she tried to escape from for so long.
First it was a minute, then five, and then fifteen minutes of straight up daydreaming— which the coffee somehow didn't help. She was sitting like that for maybe 20 minutes until Emmet walked into the room and snapped her out of it with his usual “Good morning” as he walked in to eat something. After greeting Emmet, Deedee had almost decided to go back to her room, as she knew that there was nothing for her to do in the kitchen yet, no tasks assigned— boring. Yet she was stopped by a beep sound from the electrical mailbox standing in the room near the kitchen, clanking because of the sound of worn gears that nobody cared enough to fix. Deedee and Emmet both got startled by the sudden morning message, both rolling their eyes at the metal box. As it rarely meant anything fun.
Messages that Astrocitizens receive in mailboxes all come from the ASTROcitizen offices back on Earth. They usually discuss problems or things on the station, or talk about the situation on Earth that they need to know about. As usual, the station will cover a range of topics, including new additions, current events, politics, and other occasionally dull but essential information for the station's inhabitants. Usually, the messages are for the whole crew, but sometimes there could be a message for someone specifically. And it could be regarding a bunch of different things: medical concerns, issues with the person's room, questions/surveys. Additionally, in very rare cases, the Astrocitizen could receive a message about their termination from their contract. Their contract as an Astrocitizen . No one had ever gotten the termination message, not ever since this program had started. But it had put everyone in such stress when first getting there that the crew started sharing rumors about it not even existing and just being a threat, a way of keeping everyone law-abiding— or at least rule obeying, despite being in literal space where none of that stuff would matter anyway.
“I will tell you if it's anything important, Ellis.”
The coffee mug stayed in Deedee's hand as she got closer to the metallic mailbox, clicking on a couple of buttons to retrieve the messages they got:
- Newspaper from Earth: “To Up Military Spending by 18 Billion..”
With a press of a button, the article got sent to “read later”. Maybe Tom will read. He was always so passionate about his previous job in the military that it still seemed like he sometimes acted completely obsessed with it.
- Additional info: new observation equipment will he added due to the request of >Astrocitizen–Emmet Ellis<
“We can do that?” Deedee thought. She had never really used their request box, nor did she even know why it was on the space station. Now, a whole new world opened up to her. As Deedee was about to tell Emmet about the news of his request being accepted, she heard another beep coming from the mailbox, except this time it sounded more urgent and louder. Deedee clicked on the buttons to get to the one mail she had missed, and when she looked at the title, her eyes widened, feeling her heart fall to her stomach.
- Report of termination. Notice of Termination of Astrocitizen Station Participation for Deedee Dawkins: Removal from Program due to Protocol Violations
Deedee's hands shook as she clicked on the letter, opening it up and reading it carefully, sounding out every word to herself.
Notice of Termination of Astrocitizen Station Participation for Deedee Dawkins: Removal from Program due to Protocol Violations
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Following the receipt of an anonymous report, the authorities responsible for managing issues related to the ASTROCITIZEN program have conducted a thorough investigation and concluded that Deedee Dawkins's continued participation in the program is not feasible due to repeated violations of established protocol and contractual obligations. To prevent further violations, Deedee Dawkins will be relocated back to Earth via a booster rocket scheduled to arrive in 30 hours. Upon return, further training and instructions will be provided, or she may be permanently banned from re-entering the program.
- ••
Deedee's heart was still rushing from the contents of the letter she had just read. Who on earth would have first of all reported her, and second of all, for what?
Deedee just couldn't understand which one of the rules she had broken as she scrolled through the protocol in her mind. That's when she remembered one specific part of the protocol:
Section 21 - Relationship Restrictions: It is strictly prohibited for one Astrocitizen to engage in romantic relationships or share a bed with another Astrocitizen while aboard the Astrocitizen station.
Deedee cursed under her breath as she sent the message to the trash. After checking in all the other messages, she went back to Emmet, who was eating his can of soup. He seemed a bit.. Nervous to say at least, staring at his can of soup like it's the scariest thing in the world. Once he noticed Deedee, though he quickly snapped back.
“So? Any important messages?”
Emmet asked as he placed down the can of soup on the table, looking at Deedee with no particular emotion. At least not one Deedee was able to decipher.
“Nothing too important. Oh, but your request got approved, you know? For observing equipment, if I remember right,”
“Remember right” , wasn't the best thing to say, but at least that was the truth. After all, her mind was still quite focused on her letter, to care about the way she spoke. Emmet just nodded and then grabbed the silver spoon again.
“Anything else? I saw you sit there for quite a while.”
Deedee sipped her coffee as she thought about what to respond. Telling Emmet that she will be gone in a little bit more than a day is probably not the best thing to say, especially because he already looked stressed enough about whatever was on the intelligent brain of his, so she decided to keep that one letter to herself.
“Uh yeah, there was also a newspaper, I was reading through it to see if I should just send it to the trash. But honestly, Tom would love it. Said something about the military.”
As Deedee said those words, she headed out of the kitchen to walk to her room, or at least that's what Emmet had thought she would do. Once Deedee was nowhere to be seen, Emmet filled himself up with the last bits of soup he had left and threw the can of soup into the recycler. He was quite surprised that there was so little mail this time. It's not that he didn’t trust Deedee — well, yeah, he didn't trust her completely, but there was always more mail than that. So he pushed up his glasses and walked over to the mail himself, wanting to check if there was anything more than what Deedee had told him about.
Looking through the mail, Emmet checks not only the usual folders but also the trash. He knew who to trust and who not to. And Deedee completely fell into the “don't trust” category.
Click one, click two, and yes! There it is– another mail. One very important to Emmet himself, despite being completely about Deedee.
In the evening, everyone is already going to sleep. Emmet doesn't. He still has the same nagging thought on his mind that has been sitting there since the beginning of this month. That damn sound that was always heard coming from Deedee’s room once in a while. The walls between the crew's rooms were quite thick but never completely soundproof. Hence, Emmet could always hear every single thing that was happening in the room near him, which was rarely a satisfying experience. Despite spending all his college years in dorms and getting used to the sounds of moans and shatters that were there almost 24/7, he was still not ready to hear such similar noise on a space shuttle, who knows how far from Earth.
However, it wasn't only the sounds that interfered with his stay on the shuttle, it was also the actions that had made those sounds. Emmet could remember it as his five fingers, it felt as if he would never be able to forget now. Especially not after what he had accidentally got to see with his own eyes.
At night, Emmet opens up his eyes in his bed, extremely tired and just roused up. He doesn't know what exactly had woken him up, but trying to follow his instincts, he decided to just go to the bathroom. Getting out of his bed, he heard some noises come out of Deedee’s room but dismissed it as snoring. Even so, when he had finally started walking through the hall, he heard the noises even louder, and they were not resembling the sound of snoring for sure.
Emmet's curiosity got the best of him, and he decided to see what the hell was happening in the room. Walking up to the door to the room, Emmet got out his hand and planned to open the door, but he noticed it was locked completely. “ I can't leave this like that, can I? Check it until you find the answer, right? “ Emmet thought to himself, backing up from the room and walking back to his room.
He had a vent in his room that was going right to Deedee’s room; their ventilation system was connected through the floor, so, hypothetically speaking, Emmet could use a mirror to see what is happening there. Thus, that was exactly what he did.
Putting the small mirror he had gotten from a pair of broken lab equipment inside the vent had worked, and to his surprise, he had seen the room quite clearly despite it being almost completely dark on the station. It seemed as if the light source in Deedee’s room was a lamp she had probably turned on. As Emmet moved the mirror from side to side to try and see what was happening, he had finally gotten a good angle, and what he saw was not something he expected from the rule-abiding Dawkins.
Deedee was sitting on the bed, legs stretched open, her suit sitting on the floor, and Tom standing in front of her. Were they doing exactly what he thought they were doing? That's what the sound he heard was? Not snoring, but instead moaning. “Gosh, no, I can't watch this..I need to go back to sleep,” Emmet thought to himself as he continued to watch the act he had stumbled upon. He wanted to just get back to sleep or maybe finally go to the goddamn bathroom he had thought about, but his eyes stopped him. They stayed in the mirror, focused on what would come next.
After almost 15 minutes of watching, still not being the most focused due to being tired, and seeing the whole interaction between Tom and Dee, Emmet knew that he couldn't leave like that. “ They are breaking the rules! The protocol!” However, it might have also just been his jealousy and envy of them. They genuinely had a relationship.. Oh, how much he missed those. Being held and loved all over by your partner was one of his most satisfying experiences; something that he had to sacrifice for this Program.
After almost a month of stalking and listening, Emmet Ellis reports Deedee Dawkins to the officials of the Astrocitizen program.
Deedee heads straight to Tom's room with a coffee mug and a nervous expression still on her face. He is the only person she trusts enough to find out about the termination. They had gone through so much in this month together that maybe this termination was worth it. No man had made her feel as satisfied in her life before as Tom did in only a month.
Once arrived at the door, Deedee quickly clicked on the buttons to open up his door, not caring about whatever Tom was doing there. Even if he was being jerked off, she wouldn't care; hell, she would like it even more. Dee herself now had made a small plan in her head about what to do after telling Tom about the news. She can't escape or give an appeal in these 30 hours, so she might as well spend them completely up to her liking.
Walking into Tom's room, she sees him lying on his bed, reading something. Something the daydreamer did a lot, especially before and after sleep. However, Deedee never came there to talk or think about his dreams; she came there to be in the moment and be in it now. If these 30 hours were the last hours she would spend with him, she might as well spend them intentionally against the rules. What are they going to do now? She was already at the worst point of the program that she could be.
“Deedee? What are you doing in my room?”
Tom put down the book and sat up, looking at Deedee, who was the only person he would willingly stop his imagination sessions for.
“Shhh… sorry but, I just really had to interrupt you.”
Deedee started as she put down her coffee mug on the drawer next to the entrance and locked the door.
“See, the letter from the Astrocitizen officials said that they are forcing me to leave this space station soon. In 30 hours, they will arrive to pick me up and send me back to Earth. So I just thought..”
No, she didn't just think about it; she had planned it. Every single thing they hesitated to do before had to be done now. Any poses, ideas, or deepness they haven't done before were supposed to be done in these 30 hours. It's now or never. Deedee walked up closer to Tom's bed, basically getting onto it, and Tom.
“They what?!...”
“shhh…”
Deedee shut him up by sitting down on his hips and putting her pointer finger up to his face as if ready to shut him off.
“They told me to leave, which is almost like a death sentence to me. ”
She whispered through the sadness and realization of the seriousness of the whole situation, still shushing Tom a bit, and pressing down on his hips with hers. Tom smiles, his confusion growing more into a slight feeling of sadness and at the same time confidence. He now knows that he has got to give Deedee the best fucking of her life. He owed it to her by now.
“You know, Bronco had also told me that prisoners on death row get to choose their last meal. So I'm guessing you will choose it too?”
Tom said, still giggling and chuckling a bit as he felt the weird feeling of nervousness and excitement all through his body as Deedee moved closer again.
“For sure I will, captain.”
Deedee purred and then cupped Tom’s face in her hands, pressing her lips on his, kissing him so deeply it felt as if Dee’s tongue was touching Tom’s uvula. Tom’s eyes widened a bit from the sudden move, but then he quickly wrapped his hands around Deedee’s waist, pulling her closer while continuing to massage their tongues together.
Nothing mattered at the moment; just Deedee, Tom, and the desperate need to just fuck like a couple who is going to get executed the next day, which was very close to what was going to happen for real.
As they continued to kiss hard, Tom took his hands from Deedee's waist and started unzipping his suit, but Deedee quickly took hold of his hands and then she started to take off his and her suit. The sound of the zipper going down sends Tom flashbacks of their last encounter together.
After a couple more minutes of deep sucking of each other's mouths, Deedee instructed Tom to do one very little but favorable favor. When she finally took off the lower part of her suit, still leaving her upper part there but now unzipped, she lay down on the bed, opening up her legs. While Tom walked in closer, lowering down on his knees, standing between her thighs, gently holding them with his hands. His fingers are dancing on her inner thigh as he moves his hands closer to her panties.
“May I?”
Tom snickered as he gently moved his fingers along the edge of her underwear. He liked to piss her off sometimes, and sometimes in the most unusual times.
“Oh, c'mon, babe. Don't be such a tease, like we have got all the time in the world!”
“You think it will take us the whole 30 hours?”
Tom chuckled and then finally pulled down her panties, feeling like he had just opened up a sweet dessert from a bakery, biting his lip after returning his gaze at Deedee, who only stretched out her legs even more after they were freed from the lace.
“Just shut up and do your job, captain.”
Deedee said jokingly, still looking carefully at Tom. Moving in closer, Tom gently licked Deedee’s inner thigh before finally getting his mouth close enough to her southern lips, flicking his tongue against them. An action that forced Deedee to bite back her moan as Tom continued to caress her regions, slowly pushing his tongue inside her.
“Oh gosh… yes, don't stop”
Deedee whimpered out, her eyes rolling back, feeling the slight jolts of pleasure moving through her. The request didn't go unnoticed, and Tom moved over to flick her clitoris, so gently but at the same time roughly that the woman in front of her could do nothing but moan and whimper. Burying his face inside her, Tom did his best to make this experience the best one for her, working his way over all her folds and flesh, not leaving a single millimeter of her dry. Tasting her like the world's sweetest and wettest dessert. The sound of Tom’s licking and Deedee’s moans filled the inside of their room. Nobody would care in the end anyway, and maybe, just maybe, if in these 20 hours the officials will also decide to get rid of Tom too, then maybe it would be for the best.
With the last smack of his tongue, Tom got up from his knees, unbuckling his suit and pulling out his member, stroking it and pressing the head to the already lubed up entrance. Deedee, still gasping from the earlier feelings, moved closer to the side of the bed, basically begging for Tom to start.
With a jerk of his hips, Tom pushes in the first 1 or 2 inches inside, giving Deedee some time to adjust after hearing such a sweet moan come out of her mouth, with a smirk still sitting on her face. The whole station disappeared, and only the two of them were there, or at least felt like there were only two of them. A feeling of warmth spread between the two of them again, trying to just forget about the fact that Deedee will be gone. She will be gone. Will be gone.
Tom distracted the intrusive thoughts by moving his hands up Deedee’s waist, gliding them against her bare skin. Skin that felt so soft and smooth, gosh, this woman was indeed perfect in every aspect.
“Are you teasing me again? Oh, cmon, babe.”
The woman stated, opening up her eyes but still keeping them half shut in a kind of sly look. Maybe Tom had indeed started overthinking for a bit too much; those daydreaming sessions didn't have the best influence on him, after all.
“You are right. My bad”
He chuckled and then yanked Deedee a bit closer, before sinking his whole member inside with a slight grunt. Now all that was left was to set the pace, and if anyone knew anything about pace, Deedee was the best at it. Oh no, Tom started to overthink again.
“Standing there like a piece of wood. Maybe at this rate we will need to spend the whole 30 hours, don't you think so?”
A little bit of insults haven't killed anyone, after all, Tom deserved that critique. Maybe he was indeed a piece of wood, or a better word would be a log, but such a feeling inside her had made Deedee lose her way with words. Still fit though.
With a roll of his eyes, Tom finally started to rock his hips in and out with a slow pace at first, not that he could go too fast anyway. While Tom was doing his job, Deedee grabbed his hand and instructed him to her breast, kill two rabbits with one shot— or however the saying goes. There were no instructions on whether to rub the chest, but Tom did it anyway, while slightly increasing his pace, making Deedee whimper and moan more.
Despite not going through a lot of preparation, except for that sucking of her lips by Tom, everything went awesomely smooth.
As Tom continued to slam into Deedee, he felt himself getting closer and closer to finishing, while Dee... just wasn't like that. So, because of that, the daydreamer slowed down and started going more slowly, but deeper, balls deep into her. Moving his gaze back to DeeDee's face, he noticed the intense eye contact she held with him, so he decided to hold it too.
“So, what do you think you will do back on earth? Meet your parents or something.”
Tom asked while continuing to pleasure Deedee, as her whimpers quieted down once the question was asked, but it was still in her voice that she was head over heels with Tom’s deep thrusting.
“Maybe… I mean, who knows if they would… if they would even want to see me. But maybe I could tell them about how nice my stay in space was.”
She said, still whining and moaning from the repeated pushes. Tom chuckled at the answer, he didnt really talk with Dee about her parents, she didnt want to do so, maybe it was for the best to keep them a secret, Tom wasnt ready for the peach to have a sad backstory.
“Well, that would be quite nice, I'd say. Maybe if we both were sent there, though.. We could have backseat bingo, you know”
Tom said and pushed in once again, keeping himself balls deep inside her, waiting for her answer.
“Oh gosh, you want us imprisoned on earth too?”
“If we are not caught, we wouldn't go to prison. Additionally, now I know so many tips and tricks from Bronco that I would get us out of there.”
“Then get me out of here, you wet rag.”
After such a “compliment,” Tom pulled out completely and slammed back into DeeDee; her insults were getting on his nerves. After setting the pace back up at what it was, Tom could genuinely feel himself physically tensing up, ready to finish. The sound of Deedee’s moans didn't help him and only ran him on more.
Three, two, one last deep push… and….
They are both groaning and moaning from the white liquid spilling inside Deedee. Maybe Tom had lasted longer this time.
After pulling out, Tom gasped for air as he lay down beside Deedee, hugging and caressing her softly.
“Honestly, my skating solos were longer than this, but hey man… I feel like a newborn star floating above the skies. Good job”
Dee said teasingly as she felt Tom’s lips pressing against countless places on her body; the chest, the stomach, the neck, and the collar bones. All of them were covered by Tom's kisses and hickey, and Deedee was completely into them. Felt like such a good way of relief, after the awesome relief earlier.
Looking around the room to find something to do together that wasn't inherently sexual but still felt intimate was quite hard. After all, the astrocitizen rooms weren’t designed for pleasure. However, Tom knew what to do and how to make them spend time.
Putting on his suit, he walked up to the coffee machine in his room and poured DeeDee a new mug of the delicacy she just might have liked even more than Tom himself. Well, correction, she did like it more than Tom; he just couldn't get on that level. Deedee had already put on her clothes and took the coffee mug that Tom offered her.
The lovely doves had spent the rest of the day talking about everything in the world, from time to time also placing new kisses on each other, exploring their bodies, the most they could before the 30-hour mark would hit. The day was spent in the best way possible, and in the evening they had made out again, this time in the most poses possible. So much that stating all of them would take at least an hour.
The next morning, neither of them was scared of what was going to happen. They already knew what had happened, and that was enough. Enough for both of them whether they were alone or together.
Emmet was never caught with his voyeurism, and never was Deedee told that he was the one to push that one report over. Not that it mattered anymore.