Normally the ship is crewed by just myself, although I have accommodations for a few passengers. When the attack happened, I was flying alone. After the attack, they sent me people from more overcrowded ships, which bothered me none. I like company. Especially, Vortana...the sexy brunette female from Cloud Nine's flight team they sent me to help fly Free Bird.
It had been a week since the attack, and I still hadn't gotten to know her very well. The Cylons had been chasing us most of that time, and we'd only just gotten away from them. The fleet was on standby alert, ready to jump out at the first sign of trouble...and we finally got a chance to count our blessings, and see what we had left. I assigned our new passengers the task of inventorying what cargo my ship was carrying, while Vortana and I gave the ship a going over from the cockpit. There had been some damage while we were on the run, and we hadn't had a chance to investigate.
That's why Vortana and I were alone in the cockpit when the accident happened.
Free Bird was trailing from the rear of the fleet. With my guns, I was assigned that position as my part in the fleet's defense strategy. Because of this, I was not visible to the rest of our ships when my power reactor completely failed, leaving me adrift.
It must have been damage from the attack we had not yet found. Without warning, the reactor simply made a loud wrenching noise, then worked no more. No lights...no navigation...no radio, life support or gravity. We were suddenly perfectly fracked, and it happened without warning. I knew I had passengers down in the hold, but without power of any kind, they may as well be in a different ship. I also knew that there was no equipment onboard capable of cutting through the bulkheads of my ship, so no one onboard would be helping anyone else...
'You have an emergency transmitter of some kind?' said Vortana. She was still trying to understand how helpless I knew we were.
'Nope. Well, yeah...but I had to swap the battery into the navigation bank five days ago so I could continue jumping. It's dead now.'
'No spare batteries?'
I laughed. 'Whole case of them. Stored down in the engine room, and there are four airtight bulkheads in our way.' I pounded on the hatch at the rear of the cockpit. 'This is the first one, and I have no way of cutting through it.'
I could see in her eyes her mind racing through the situation. 'Can't the rest of the fleet tell we've lost power?'
'Unless someone looks out a rear window with a telescope and notices our lights are out, no. We aren't due for a fuel resupply for another eight days, and no one has any reason to call us on the radio, or expect our call.' I put my hand on her shoulder. 'The fleet is busy checking its own ass right now. It could be days before anyone tries to call us.'
Vortana bit her lip. She was just a civilian flight engineer from a commercial space resort, not a military warrior or smuggler. I could tell she was about to cry. 'How long...until...?'
I held her, comforting her as best I could. 'We have enough oxygen in the tanks up here to last a week, at least.' With that, I opened the valve on one of them and set the regulator to maintain a breathable atmosphere. 'We have some food and water in the cabinet over the dradis console, for about as long.' I looked her in the eye and said quietly, 'Our big problem is going to be heat. I have one emergency thermobag under my seat, and no heater. The hull is pretty thin up here, so we'll be getting cold pretty quick.'
Her eyes widened. 'Just one thermobag? How big is it?'
I wasn't sure how to pitch this, so I approached it like any ship's captain making a survival decision. 'It's just big enough for the two of us unclothed, and our water rations. To keep those from freezing, we'll have to bring them in with us.'
'Um, huh? What?'
I pulled the thermobag from under my seat. It was a large sleeping bag type thing made of quilted mylar lined with several layers of thick thermal cloth, and a hood that could be pulled over the top and cinched shut. I opened the survival rations locker and pulled three bags of water out, still liquid but stiffening in the cold which was quickly spreading throughout the cockpit, tossed them into the bottom.
Vortana was still just sitting there, looking at me. I couldn't interpret her expression.
I smiled. 'Come on...don't tell me you don't want to see me naked!' I began taking my clothes off.
'Oh, I do,' she said quietly. 'I just wasn't thinking it would be under these circumstances...'
I laughed. 'Well, the Cylons never give us a chance to choose the circumstances, darling. The ship goes dead, and you better be ready to get naked with me so we can survive. Right?'
'I do this under protest, Captain.' She nevertheless had a slight smile as she began unzipping her flight suit. Really? We were in danger, and now she was getting turned on...?
I thought, I might have just found Free Bird's permanent first mate. Danger is a turn on for me, as well.
The cockpit was getting very cold. I could see my breath now as I slipped off my trousers, down to undergarments. Without gravity, we were floating slightly about the cabin as we took our clothes off. When she got down to her own undergarments, I could see her stiffened nipples poking through...no doubt the cold, no doubt the arousal I could sense in her.
When we removed the last of our clothes, we didn't have more than a second to look at each other's naked bodies. She had small breasts with large nipples, a buxom but not overweight figure...and a pubic mound shaved clean and pretty. I had little chance to appreciate her, or her me, before the freezing air now bringing goosebumps on our skin compelled us to embrace facing each other, then pull the thermobag up over our bodies. I pulled the hood over our heads, leaving enough of an opening for us to look out upon the cockpit window.
When the fleet did realize we were without power, I would need to see a shuttle coming.
The first thing we did in our new cocoon was shiver in each other's arms. We could hear the creaks and cracks of the cockpit of my ship freezing over, see our foggy breath spilling out of the hood as we breathed...but inside that bag our bodies found an equilibrium of heat, and our hearts beat to announce our survival. We were getting used to being warm again.
'This isn't so bad,' she said as she ran an exploring hand over my furry back. 'At least we can stay warm like this. Will the bag keep us long enough for Galactica to rescue us?'
I nuzzled her hair and returned the favor of an exploring hand. We were going to be in here together for a while, with no place else to go...open exploration was something that was going to happen, and there was no need to talk about it. 'This thermobag is rated hold a human body at safe temperature down to a few degrees above absolute zero. With the two of us generating body heat, we should be pretty warm.'
'Not much room in here, though.' Vortana wrapped her legs around me. 'Better,' she smiled as she rested her hands on my buttocks.
My phallus was fully erect now, shoved up against that perfectly clean mound. There could be no denying its existence, since it was making it difficult for us to share the space. She began moving back and forth across me, and one hand slid in between us to grasp my bulging shaft.
'Isn't this uncomfortable?' She breathed wetly in my ear as she massaged the head of my member. 'It's in the way, and we should put it someplace, Captain.'
'Aye,' I laughed. 'Secure the main boom.'
Vortana then slid that perfectly manicured vagina over my phallus...and when I bottomed out, she stopped. With me all the way inside her, she moaned and bit my lip. Slowly, I withdrew...and slowly she drew me back into her. Without the bounds of gravity, we pushed and pulled each other slightly in a blissful exchange of control. When I came, she held me even tighter within that warm sack as we twisted and tumbled in the zero gravity.
I could see her eyes glimmering in the faint starlight. 'That was delicious, Captain.' She grabbed one of my buttocks and squeezed it firmly. 'And I know I'm going to get my turn on you, because you aren't going anywhere...'
It was then that I realized what we were in for. There literally wasn't room enough in our thermobag for us to withdraw from each other, and the sexual embrace was going to be our strategy for keeping ourselves entertained until we were finally rescued. I kept myself within Vortana, and brought her to her to the first of what would be an unknown number of orgasms we would visit.
I came, she came. We talked a lot, and moaned together as we continually maintained our sexual congress. Occasionally we would drink from the water bags kept liquid in the thermobag with us, eat from the rations I had stowed away, and help each other with the use of the waste disposal system. I honestly don't think there are two people who shared more intimate an existence in the history of sex than we did in the cockpit of my ship, awaiting rescue. We fell into a common sleeping pattern; we would fall asleep fracking each other...and when we woke up, there I would be inside her, and I would automatically resume where I had left off.
At some point, it was no longer about desire. We were simply living sex.
I lost track of time. Vortana thought it might be as much as three days, but we had no real way to be sure. I know that our rations were lasting longer than I'd originally predicted, since we barely took time to eat and drink. We seemed to enjoy screwing each other on an empty stomach, and it made sense to conserve anyway.
There was just phallus and vagina sliding together endlessly, two hearts beating and jagged breathing as we came against each other again and again. The inside of our thermobag became rank from our bodies and their secretions...but it was our stink, and we both lived in it happily. Time was without measure, or meaning.
When I awoke to see a bright light shining in the cockpit, I thought I was hallucinating. Vortana opened her eyes, and they widened. We could both see that a colonial raptor was hovering just outside the cockpit window, and its search light was filling the compartment with sweet electric light! The fleet had finally figured out that we had gone silent, and we were being rescued.
But when I could see the pilots' helmeted faces, instead of waving back...I flipped them off.
I wanted to stay.
(In real life, I'm just a huge nerd BSG fan who has scratch built his own model civilian fleet to go along with his model battlestars. 'Free Bird' is an armed freighter I made, pictured here on my desk. This story takes place in the gray compartment on top, in the aft region.) :)