STAR BLAZERS: Save the
Last Dance for Me
ACT FOUR: Evening of
Delight (Long Version)
(Includes some mature content at the end)
Many thanks are in
order to: Gail Kopetz (my dear wife) – who helped me write it…
Wicked Good Grrrl –who helped critique it…
I.
DEPARTURE
December 26, 2201
1810 Hours
Wildstar,
Nova, and the rest of the wedding party drove straight to the Forrester
residence in their cars. There, Wildstar got rid of his white ascot and black
peacoat, and was changing into flight boots and a black leather flight jacket
in the guest room. At the same time, down the hall in Nova's old room in the
rebuilt house, Nova removed her wedding gown, veil, gloves, and sandals,
carefully packing away the whole ensemble in tissue-lined cedar boxes with the
aid of Natalie and her mother. When she was done, and was in only her lace
undergarments, she asked her mother, "Why all the boxes?"
"Well,
Nova, we'll want to preserve the outfit for YOUR daughter, won't we?"
asked Teri.
"Mother! You know that's going to be way
off in the future," laughed Nova as she unzipped a garment bag that had
been hanging in her closet and began to pull out her standard blue duty
uniform. Of course, Nova did not know yet where her life would take her six
years later. "You know I'm still an officer in the Earth Defense Forces
and I have my duties," she said as she sat on her bed to pull on the
skin-tight lower portion of her uniform. She paused only to pull the stirrups
around the soles of her feet and secure them to the mag-seals on the cuffs of
her slacks.
"Where's your socks?"
"Mother,
they make the boots so you can wear them with or without socks. I usually do
without when I'm in a hurry," said Nova as she pulled on and zipped up the
bodice of her new-issue uniform. The crotch flaps that formed the leg-seals
flapped loose like shirt tails until Nova joined them at the crotch and used
the seal to close it. "The old uniforms, some of which I still have, were
one-piece uniforms. Natalie?" sang Nova. "Toss me my boots, please?"
"Certainly,"
cried Natalie as she tossed Nova's boots across the carpeted floor. Nova caught
them and expertly popped them on without a pause as Natalie put on her own
boots, which looked nice with her maroon-colored skirt and white sweater.
"Nova?"
asked Teri as Nova pulled her black flight jacket off a hanger in the closet.
"Yes?"
"Do
you HAVE to wear that uniform? It looks cute, but it's not the sort of thing I
wore when I left on my honeymoon."
"Mother,
times have changed," said Nova. "I'm sure you didn't fly to your
getaway with Father in a military spaceplane. I am, and I have to wear this for
safety's sake."
"Why?"
"Procedure...in
case something goes wrong and I have to eject. With my helmet and gloves, this
becomes a combination pressure suit and space suit."
"You're
going to be in space?"
"For
just a few minutes when we're in the upper part of our ballistic sub-orbital
trajectory to the island," said Nova. "It's just like flying in a
jumpjet, or a commercial flight to the Moon once the damage on the surface is
repaired. It won't take us long," laughed Nova.
"Nova!"
called out Derek from down the hall. "Ready yet?"
"I
will be...just a minute!" said Nova.
"Mother,
Natalie..could you leave me alone for a minute?"
asked Nova.
"Sure,"
said Natalie. "I'll go find
"Nova,"
said her mother as her eyes misted over. "Take care now....."
"Mother..,"
whispered Nova.
"Yes?"
"Well...I'm
a little...nervous...but excited."
"About what?"
"Everything. Being with Derek...our life
together...uhh...the wedding night," whispered Nova with a blush.
"Nova...you'll
do fine...don't be scared..."
"I'm
not! Nervous...excited...yes. Scared, no. It'll be a
great adventure," said Nova with a soft smile on her face.
"But
one you'll never come back from..."
"Mother,
don't talk like that! You sound like I was going off
to my death or something! Sure, I won't be back...but everyone's got to
move on with life some time. And you know we'll be back to visit...someday with
your grandchild in a porta-crib, Mother!"
"I
know. But...you'll always be my baby...Nova."
"And
you'll always be my Mama," said Nova softly as she hugged her mother.
"Let me alone for a minute before all of us leave for the air
base...Derek's waiting."
"Okay,"
said Teri as she shut the door and left Nova alone in the near-empty room
holding her white flight scarf in her hand.
Nova
looked around, looking at her old white and pink dresser, chest of drawers, and
bed, all of which were now cleaned out pending the conversion of her old room
into a second guest room. For most of her life, whether in this house or in the
underground city of Denver, this room, with its white carpet and oval wall
mirror had represented home to Nova, even when she had been in college and ROTC
and afterwards assigned to her post at the military hospital in Great Island
near the old Yamato's resting place.
Time
to say goodbye, I guess , she
thought as she looked in the mirror to throw on her white silk scarf and tuck
it into an ascot as she zipped her flight jacket closed.
Well,
everything I really need is in these bags...or is downstairs with our wedding
presents, or is already back in the Megalopolis at...our new house thought
Nova as she reached down to look at the leatherette nametag on her flight
jacket. It still read "LT. NOVA D. Y. FORRESTER" below the gilt
representation of her wings on the patch.
Nova
slowly peeled the nametag off the mag-seal on her jacket and left it on the
bureau. From her jacket pocket, she pulled out a new nametag, wrapped in
cellophane, and fresh from Supply in the Megalopolis, where she had picked it
up before leaving. She opened the cellophane and pulled out a nametag just like
the other one, save that it was newer and it read "LT. NOVA D. Y. WILDSTAR."
With
a happy, wistful smile, Nova picked up her two bags.
"Nova,
what was keeping you?" asked Wildstar as he came down the hall carrying
his bags in a similar fashion.
"Sorry...I
was just getting ready. It took a minute."
"Are
you ready now?" asked Derek, who paused when he looked down at his wife's
flight jacket and noticed the change.
"I'm
ready now, Derek," said Nova. "Let's go."
II.
BEST WISHES FROM THE BEST MAN
December 26, 2201
Alameda Avenue
1845 Hours
Derek
and Nova finally arrived at the Officers' Club at Lowry Field Base at a little
after 1845. They now looked more relaxed as they went around the bar talking to
the Honor Guard members who would be acting as their fighter escort to
"Sorry
we took so long," said Wildstar. "We were pretty busy back there at
the house."
"That's
okay," said Venture."It must've taken a while to get that gown of
yours ready to take back to The Megalopolis, Nova."
"No,
Mark," said Nova with a smile. "It's back at Mother's in the closet
in a cedar box. According to Mother, it has to be bagged and preserved for our
daughter," said Nova with a chuckle and a blush. "Derek...?"she whispered.
"Uh...,
Nova?" asked Derek with a quizzical look on his face as his wife leaned
back on the bar and basically began to giggle her head off as a nice red blush
colored her face. "Nova, are you all right?"
"Derek,"
she whispered through giggles, "I want you to promise me
something...."
"Huh?"
asked Derek, as Venture turned his head, leaving them their privacy for a
momennt as Nova whispered into her husband's ear while stroking his hand. He
didn't know what was said, but the general tenor of the conversation was made
somewhat clear when Derek put his arm around his bride's waist and gave it a
nice, tight squeeze.
"You
got that right, Nova," replied Derek with a smile..and
a wink. "You're great."
"Thank
you....," said Nova as she laid her head against Derek's shoulder.
"Oh, Mark, I'm sorry about all that!"
"That's
okay," chuckled Venture. "You know..."
"I'm
just too excited," gasped Nova. "Derek and I are legal as of now,
and, in a while, we're going to be alone for five glorious days. We've both got
a great deal of things to catch up on. I'm sure I don't need to elaborate,
Mark. You know how close we are."
"I
know," said Mark in a soft voice. He clasped both of their hands and put
them on top of each other. "I wish you two all the luck in the world. I'm
glad you finally decided to stop waiting!"
"Thanks,
Mark," replied Wildstar. "Nova..we'd better
tell everyone else to get ready to move. We'd better get flying before that
storm hits."
"Just
one last thing,....," said Venture.
"Uh..yeah?" asked Derek.
"on your honeymoon..have a great
time. You deserve it."
"We
will," said Nova, putting an arm around Derek. "We sure will, Mark.
Derek, let's get going, shall we? Mark, if you wouldn't mind, please tell
everyone we're leaving, and have them meet us outside before they get into
their planes?"
At
that, they left.
III.
THE HONOR GUARD'S FINAL ESCORT
December 26, 2201
Denver Megalopolis
Glendale District
Lowry Field Earth Defense Base
1900 Hours
A
number of ships were lined up on the tarmac at Lowry Field. They consisted of three Type 1 Cosmo Tiger II's; which were the single-place
fighter variant, two Type 2A Cosmo Tiger II's; which were the three-seat
Attack/Recon variant, one Type 100 Astro Fox "Starseeker" recon
plane, and one Type 14 Astro Mallard (also known as a "Starvoyager")
Jet Recon Boat.
Karl
Forrester's
"Do
you have everything, Nova?" asked Teri as she followed the trio to the Jet
Recon Boat.
"These
are the last things from the list, Mother," said Nova brightly.
"How
did you get that box in there? Isn't it dangerous to have something like that
behind you in such a small ship?" asked Teri.
"These
boats have modular seats," explained Wildstar. "You can take the aft
seats out, as the mechanics did, and have one of these cargo compartments
anchored down in place of the seats."
"Since it's just the two of us, we don't exactly miss
the passenger seats, Mother," added Nova.
Not
far away, Hardy came up to the group in his blues and flight gear, followed by
Rosstowski, Sam Josiah, Sandor, Venture, Hartmann and Royster, and, finally,
IQ-9.
"Wildstar,
we're ready," said Venture.
"Great.
Everyone...to your planes."
"You're
getting quite an escort," said Karl as the others left.
"Well,
because we're all heading east, Venture and Sandor thought it would be a nice
idea if they acted as an honor guard right up until we break off course for the
island; so we're making part of the trip together," said Nova. "When
we head in to land on the island, they'll break off and head back north for the
Megalopolis."
"Nova,
I think we'd better commence our pre-flight checkouts," said Derek.
"Mama...Papa..thanks for all you've done for us today," said Nova
as she hugged both of her parents."
"Derek...take good care of her," sobbed Teri.
"I
will...I promise you," said Wildstar as he hugged Nova and gave her a peck
on the cheek. "She'll be as safe as possible with me."
"Derek...let's
go," whispered Nova.
"See
you in a couple of weeks, around Easter," said Wildstar.
"You'll
be getting leave then?" asked Karl.
"We're
planning it."
After
a few final pleasantries, Derek and Nova got into the Jet Recon Boat, sealed
its canopy, and began their checkout. As Karl and Teri walked away, the engines
came up, and the boat began to taxi away over the roar of the nearby Cosmo
Tigers switching on their engines.
"We're
ready," said Nova as Wildstar finished the last of his checkout. Both of
them nodded to each other as the Jet Recon Boat taxied up towards the runway.
"Tower
to Foxtrot-Tango-Delta-four-eight-niner," came a
voice over their helmet earphones. "You're clear for takeoff on Seven-
One."
"This
is Foxtrot-Tango-Delta-four-eight-niner; acknowledged," said Wildstar. "Taking off."
As
Karl and Teri watched, the Jet Recon Boat gathered speed as it rolled down the
runway, finally lifting off about midway down the long runway. The boat roared
up into the sky, followed a moment later by one of the maroon-colored Cosmo
Tigers. Over several minutes, plane after plane launched until all of the
Tigers, the Starseeker, and the Starvoyager boat formed a nice V-shaped
formation over the field. Then, with Karl and Teri sobbing and yelling out
goodbyes, the flight roared into the southeast, gaining altitude with an
imposing roar before disappearing into the winter clouds that now covered the
Denver Megalopolis.
The
planes roared on, with Derek and Nova's Starvoyager/Astro Mallard boat flanked
on one side by Sandor and IQ-9 in a Cosmo Tiger and flanked on the other side
by Venture, flying alone in his Starseeker/Fox recon plane. At the reception,
Natalie had offered to accompany him back to the Megalopolis, but Mark had
refused, knowing that Natalie had wanted to stay an extra day with her parents
in
A
moment later, they broke through the cloud cover, revealing the dark night sky,
which was only deepening as they climbed higher and higher. Venture looked down
for a moment, and thought he recognized the lights of the Dallas Megalopolis
far below.
"Wildstar, isn't that
"My
readouts say it is," said Wildstar. "We're to the north right
now."
"That's
the Denton District," chimed in Nova over their earphones. "I was
there as a little girl with my father on a trip when he had to litigate a case
there."
"What
was it like?" asked Wildstar over the intercom.
"Smallish.
Suburban. I think I vaguely remember Papa telling me
it was like that since the twentieth century," said Nova.
"Isn't
that the
"You
heard the Captain, you tinwit," growled Sandor irritably. "Pipe down
before we crash in the Gulf!"
"Oh
no...I hate swimming!" chirped IQ-9 before he shut up.
In
the Starvoyager, Nova giggled softly behind one gloved hand.
A
while later, the deep night turned into the jet black of space for a while as
the flight headed up and around in a ballistic course that made everyone momentarily
weightless in their harnesses. A short time after that, the flight began to
plunge back down towards the
Finally,
the glow subsided as the flight plunged on downwards in a cloudless, moonlit
night.
"We've
just picked up
"Two-Four-Oh,
I copy," said
"I
hope so...," he said querulously, but with a hint of excitement.
"Nervous
back thah?" asked Hardy from his plane.
"You'd
be, too, if it was your first ride in a Cosmo Tiger, sir," said
"Did
everyone's chronometers auto-compensate?" asked Wildstar.
"Roger,"
called out the other pilots as they glanced down and noticed that the local
time, one hour ahead of North American Eastern Standard Time, was now 2327, after
about an hour and a half in flight.
"We're
over Guadeloupe and are now approaching
"Roger,"
he said as he acclerated so that he was abreast of Wildstar and Nova. He
saluted and gave a thumbs-up, which was returned by Derek and Nova right before
Wildstar pulled back his control sticks and caused the Mallard boat to drop
down below the rest of the formation, which tightened up around Venture as the
flight leader.
"Wildstar,
I've got the flight now," said Venture.
"Okay,"
said Derek. "I think you know what to do..."
"Sure
do."
"Wildstah,
do you know what ta do?" asked Hardy.
"Of
COURSE, Hardy!" yelled Wildstar into his lip mike while Nova turned
beet-red.
"I'm
sure YOU know what to do, cousin," chuckled
Samuel.
"None
of your BUSINESS, Sam!" snipped Nova.
"Take
care, you two," said Sandor."
"You
too," said Wildstar.
"Bon
voyage!" called out Rosstowski.
"Asta la vista!"
said Laurel.
"Uhh...have
fun..," said Royster.
"Take
good care of Nova!" chirped IQ-9.
"I will," said Wildstar
as he approached the island, startled as a set of landing lights came on
beneath them. A chime rang in his headset and a readout
appeared on one of his computer screens which said:
"THIS IS A RESTRICTED FEDERAL
INSTALLATION.
ASTRO MALLARD FTD-489
IDENTITY CONFIRMED
YOU HAVE BEEN EXPECTED.
YOU HAVE BEEN CLEARED FOR
LANDING BY THE
AUTOMATED DEFENSE SYSTEM
GREETINGS, CAPTAIN WILDSTAR AND MRS. WILDSTAR."
"Wildstar:
by the way, I'm picking up the greetings of the compter on my sensors,"
said IQ-9. "It informs me that the R and R bungalow set aside for your use
at
"Great!" said Nova with a smile.
"I'll
bet you can't wait to be alone with Captain Wildstar, Nova," added IQ-9.
"It doesn't take a genius robot to figure THAT out!"
"Oh...YOU!"
hissed Nova. "Goodbye, you TINWIT!"
"You
two...good luck..," said Venture.
"Thanks,"
replied Wildstar.
"..And
goodbye," cried Nova as the recon boat flew in over a lovely brownish grey
sand beach towards their bungalow at the old site of the village of Portsmouth,
which was long gone, and now only lent its name to the small cleared R n' R
reserve just to the northeast of the Indian River on the island.
"Over
and out," said Venture with a smile. "Okay, everyone....our last
manuever's coming up..."
The
flight gained some altitude and began to bank as Wildstar switched on the recon
boat's landing jets, cushioning its landing on a paved landing pad between the
river and a lonely bungalow in the moonlight.
As
Wildstar shut off the ship's engines and cracked the canopy after pushing up
his clear helmet visor, a combined scent of fresh, exotic tropical flowers and salt
air filled his nostrils. He smiled at Nova as she doffed her helmet entirely,
throwing her hair back in pleasure and delight as she shut her eyes and took a
nice, deep, breath.
They
jumped out of the Starvoyager, and looked north, towards the little bungalow
that would be their home for the next few days. They noticed that the lights
were on; most probably activated by the automatic systems that had sensed their
approach. They smiled at each other knowingly, looking up as a distant roar
blasted over their heads. Above them, six points of light roared overhead as
Venture's plane flew just ahead of Sandor's, which formed the point of the
"V" formation the others were flying in.
Derek
and Nova watched the planes until their exhausts were mere points of light no
bigger than the distant stars, and then were gone altogether as the sound of
the breeze and the ocean waves became the only sounds to be heard.
"Well...here
we are," sighed Wildstar.
"Yes...alone
at last," said Nova with a shy smile.
IV.
THE LAST DANCE
Earth Federal Preserve
Sunrise Island-Dominica
December 26, 2201
2245 Hours.
"You're
sure we'll be alone?" asked Wildstar impishly.
"Derek...there's
not going to be anyone around the installation for several hundred kilometers,
at least. Very few people ever moved back into those island chains after Earth
was healed last year, let alone after Zordar's defeat."
"Really?"
said Wildstar with some of the denseness that occasionally came out in moments
like this.
"That's
what they told me when we were planning this, Derek! They said only Puerto Rico
and Cuba were beginning to be resettled, and they're several hundred kilometers
off to the north!" said Nova with a tiny bit of annoyance as she took off
her flight gloves and quickly unzipped her jacket, which was getting FAR too
hot.
"I
know, Nova. I was informed that the only people here on this installation in
the past few weeks were the maintenance crews who came here after Zordar's
attack and found the private Governmental compounds pretty much untouched, and
the logistics crew who came by and left our things here at Portsmouth House.
They both said it appeared that Zordar's dreadnought didn't really fire on this
portion of the
"So
why were you asking me about the place if you know so much?" teased Nova.
"Easy.
I wanted to be sure we're going to be alone for the next few days."
"Good,"
purred Nova.
"Why's
that?" teased back Wildstar, knowing perfectly well what she meant.
"Silly!
Because...for quite a few of the activities we have in mind...we'd better be
alone!"
"Nova...we
will be...I'm sure of it. Remember when I said we didn't have much time
together on the ship?"
"Yes..."
she said with glistening eyes as she shrugged off her flight jacket and threw
it in the cockpit with her helmet, gloves and scarf.
"Well....consider
this the beginning of the rest of our lives together."
"I
certainly am," replied Nova.
"WHEW...It's
warm here," said Wildstar as he walked back towards his side of the boat's
cockpit before opening his flight jacket. "My readouts say twenty-four
degrees centigrade. I'm melting in this!"
"However
hot it is...it feels heavenly," sighed Nova as
she loosened the collar of her uniform and opened the cargo box behind her seat
in the recon boat. She began to pull out bags, pausing at the third bag to open
it.
"What
are you doing?" asked Derek as Nova fumbled around with something that he
couldn't see because the recon boat's fuselage and the lid of his cargo box
were in his way.
"Getting
acclimated to the climate," said Nova as she winced momentarily at
something Wildstar couldn't see as he heard something snap onto the pavement.
"Ohhh...where IS it?" murmured Nova. "Ouch! Ooch! There...that's
better."
"Nova?"
"I'm
okay now...never felt better," said Nova as her head popped up again as
she merrily threw something into the cargo box in a blur before tossing
something to Derek.
"Huuh?"
"Your
beach sandals, Derek," said Nova airily as she came around carrying
another bag...and with her uniform top about half- unzipped, which looked a
little startling for the normally modest young woman. "Like mine?" she
said as Derek scanned her down to her feet, now clad only in a pair of white,
flat sandals that looked something like her bridal shoes.
"Cute."
"C'mon...get
your jacket OFF...you'll melt in it...!" said Nova in a high voice as she
rolled the jacket off his shoulders, and then, without a second thought or even
a by-your leave, she unzipped his uniform top all the way and stripped it right
off him, leaving him in the white tank top he had been wearing since this
morning in the Boulderado Hotel.
"Uhh...you're
not wasting ANY time!" said Wildstar as he hugged his wife and gave her a
quick kiss.
She
returned his kiss, but gently turned her cheek to him when he tried to follow
it up with a second one. "Just a LITTLE longer," she whispered.
"I've got some plans for tonight. Besides, as you'll see when you get
those silly boots off and get barefoot for a minute, this tarmac's a little too
hot for that sort of thing...and not the best place on the
island...for...that...sort...of... thing," said Nova slowly with a blush
and careful emphasis.
"Hmm...what did you have in mind?"
"Getting
these bags in...getting ready...and then, taking a
nice, long, slow walk," said Nova with glittering eyes.
"Where?"
"Right
to a place I spotted in the air while we were coming in for our landing,"
whisepered Nova. "It looked beautiful...and it'll be
perfect..."Uh...you look hot, " she added.
"Yeah. I am," he replied as he
reached into the container again for a rag.
"Derek...don't," cried Nova. "I can do that," she said
as she ran over to him and found a soft cloth in the container. She began to
tenderly mop some of the sweat off his brow and shoulders.
"Your
hair's in your eyes," said Wildstar softly as he
brushed some of Nova's ash-blond locks out of the way.
"Thanks.
You're sweating your way right THROUGH this, Derek," said Nova in a low,
sweet voice as she pulled his tank top off and threw it aside near a bag.
"Hey!"
said Wildstar. "I thought you didn't like throwing things around your
billet or the house!"
"This
isn't our house and we can get those things in a few minutes, silly. No one'll
take them, and it's just us here on this island," she said as she cuddled
up to his bare chest. "Get your boots off...c'mon..."
"Just
us," sighed Wildstar as he began to remove a
boot. "OUCH!" he yelped as the boot and sock came off and his bare
foot hit the tarmac. At that, Nova almost giggled before she thought better of
it and knelt to relieve his misery by quickly sliding his foot into his brown
thong sandal. Under Nova's guidance, the other boot also quickly came off,
replaced by the other leatherette thong. "There? Feel better?"
"At
long last," he said tenderly as he stroked his young wife's soft side
beneath her uniform, which, he noticed, was getting quite sweaty.
"Nova...you look so hot in that."
"Don't
worry...I've got some other attire planned for our little walk," said Nova
as she picked up two bags and began to head towards the bungalow, which was
made up to look like a tropical hut with a thatched roof. Wildstar, carrying three
bags, followed her.
"And
what might that be?" asked Derek as the two of them went up three steps to
a deck that surrounded the entire bungalow on all four sides.
"You'll
find out soon enough." she replied in a soft voice with a wink as he
gallantly opened the screen door and inner entry door for her.
Together,
they walked into what they guessed was the bungalow's living room; it was a
good-sized, open room with an earth-tone carpet, some brown cushioned chairs
and a brown love seat, with a pair of simulated wicker chairs near a coffee
table. The coffee table faced a video unit and entertainment center. Wildstar
set one bag on the coffee table and looked around; he got a glimpse of a
kitchen through a doorway closed off with simulated bamboo beads, and he
glimpsed another room...which, as he saw through the open door, was the
bedroom.
"Well...that
looks comfortable," said Derek.
"We're
not going in there until later," said Nova primly. "Leave the bags
out here until morning, okay?"
"And,
milady, what are you wearing to bed tonight?" asked Derek after he set
down the package and nuzzled Nova's neck. She giggled, but snuggled up
appreciatively against him.
"Well....hmmm..I'm sure you can guess, Derek. You're old enough to do
that yourself, aren't you?"
"Yes,
I am," he grinned. "Should we get back to work?"
"I
guess we should," said Nova after a long, deliberate pause. "After
all, we don't want the humidity getting into some of our stuff outside in the
boat."
Finally,
they were finished at last as they dragged in the last items they had packed;
namely, the scuba rebreather units they planned to use while skin-diving over
the next week.
After
Nova hauled in her rebreather unit, leaving it in the living room, Derek spied her
leaning against the entry door's doorframe.
"You
forgot something," she said.
"What?"
"Our portable comm-set. It's in
the bottom of the cargo box on my side of the boat. Oh...come here."
"Yes?"
Wildstar
began to walk over and then stopped and stood puzzled for a moment as Nova
stood there beckoning to him with one finger with a "come-hither"
look.
"Uh...Nova...I
thought you said you wanted to do that...well...outside?"
"You'll
see," she said softly as he came over. "But I've got to get you
ready, first."
"How?"
Nova
hugged him, gave him a kiss, and abruptly stripped off his tank top.
"Getting rid of that, for starters," she purred as she rubbed his
bare chest...with hands that he noticed were trembling. "Could you take
that beach towel out of that bag, spread it out on the tarmac, and wait for me
at the edge of the field with the comm-set on?"
"Okay..,"
said Wildstar. "Then?"
"Then...we'll
take our little walk."
At
that, Nova left.
Soon,
Derek went to the plane and pulled out their portable tachyon vid-comm set,
which was now their emergency communications link with the capital in case they
were needed or in case they needed to make a call for some reason. Derek
flicked the set on, running through the stations at random before sitting down
on the beach towel to listen. He paused for a moment to pull off his thongs,
which he didn't need now since he currently had no reason to walk on the hot
landing pad. Then, he played with the commset a while longer, finally getting a
Megalopolis radio station on the regular band-one of those that the unit was
set to monitor. After making sure that the unit was programmed to monitor the
EDF frequency they'd be called on if needed (the set would automatically switch
to that band if a message came in on it), Derek turned up the volume and
listened as some band played a contemporary rendition of the old Beatles'
classic, "I Saw Her Standing There".
He
suddenly noticed that the bungalow door was opening. However, Derek's mouth
dropped open when he noticed Nova slinking out in an outfit he hadn't known she
had with her, much less expected to see her in.
Nova
was wearing a short little sarong that was wrapped around her slender body like
a second skin. It began below her bare shoulders exposing a nice amount of
cleavage, and it ended right above the middle of her thighs, showing off her
long coltish legs. The sarong was white, decorated with a floral pattern in
pink, blue and gold. In her hair, Nova wore a little cluster of pink and white
tropical flowers, and she was still shod in her white sandals. However, Derek
noticed that Nova had added an ankle bracelet.
"Derek,
like my outfit?" asked Nova with a twinkle in her eye as she turned to
face him, extending a long leg and turning a little more so that the part of
the sarong (below the knot) that formed the natural slit showed. The slit
opened far enough to expose more of her long, gorgeous leg, straight up to her
hip and lower stomach; enough of her was showing for Derek to see one
wonderfully enticing fact.
Namely,
there was no hint whatsoever of anything on her lower body under the sarong.
Given the cleavage Nova was showing, Derek guessed that even though the sarong
covered her well enough for the moment, she was most likely naked underneath.
"Uh-huh!"
replied Derek with wide eyes. "Like the music on the radio? I think it
fits your entrance."
"Derek,
the song's WRONG!"
"Huh?"
"I'm
not seventeen any more! I'm six years older than that!"
"Isn't
it obvious, Nova? You look...gorgeous."
"Thanks,"
she said, turning on her toes to saunter towards Derek, with that sarong moving
around her like a native's second skin as she walked. Grrrrrr… thought
Derek. "Now?" he asked.
"Now,
Derek Wildstar, we are taking a little walk. Put your thongs on and bring the
beach towel but leave the comm-unit. We're NOT going to need it."
"Right!"
he said with a wolfish grin as he picked up the beach towel and tied it around
his waist after putting his shoes back on. Then, he put it around his waist.
Nova's
walk took them along a path leading through the greenery that led to the
northeast near another small river a little less than a kilometer away from the
bungalow. Even though it was evening, there was still a warm breeze whispering
over the songs of the crickets and frogs that lived in the underbrush off the
path, and even the bit of sand from the path that kicked up inside their
sandals as they walked felt warm. It didn't take long for Derek and Nova to
slow down, hold hands, and exchange longing glances as they slowly walked
through a grove of palm trees, listening as the roar of the
"Isn't
it beautiful?" whispered Nova as she finally stopped near the end of the
path, near a grove of beach grass.
Below
them, shining in the moonlight under a full moon that was still glowing eeirely
orange in places from Zordar's attack, was the beach.
The gentle waves of the
"The
path's nothing but sand now," said Wildstar as he shifted his foot around.
"Let's
leave our shoes here," said Nova softly. Derek smiled, agreeing that it
was a good idea. He kicked off his thongs while Nova simply stepped on the heel
straps of her sandals, pausing to remove her ankle bracelet, and then just
stepped out of them into the soft, delicious sand, which felt just as nice as
it looked.
"This
is a wonderful place to be alone, Derek, isn't it?"
Wildstar
began to answer. But, before he could get the answer out of his mouth, Nova was
drawing her lips close to his.
He
took the cue, and began to return the kiss. It was a long kiss, the sort that
made even their long kiss at the altar seem short and perfunctory by
comparison. They drew their arms tight around each other. Then, Derek's ability
to think clearly began to blur as he picked Nova up, holding her in his arms.
"Why
are you doing that?" she asked.
"Well...there's
no threshold to carry you over, because we're outside...so I thought I'd carry
you right onto the beach. Aren't those two big palm trees sort of like a
threshold?"
Nova
nodded softly while throwing her arms around his neck and snuggling close to
him.
"Can
we go?"
"Derek,
let's go now."
At
that, he began to walk down to the beach with his wife in his arms.
Wildstar
smiled, recalling another time that came to mind with the intonations of Nova's
soft Midwestern voice. He remembered that she had said the same thing in the
same manner quite some time ago, when they had been in space gear, in the cold,
on Titan...looking at the remains of the missile ship Paladin...at the
ship that Derek had thought was surely the tomb of his brother Alex.
There, he
thought. It was cold. I was alone with my shipmate. And...with
the way you talked to me then, maybe...just maybe...that's when you stopped
thinking of me as a mere shipmate...and began to think of me as something more.
As
he walked slowly down towards the surf with Nova cradled in his arms, she
looked up at him with shining, happy, eyes and a smile...but a smile that faded
a little as she noticed tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"What's
wrong?" she whispered.
"Memories,"
he said. "Memories...of a time when I was carrying you...almost like
this...and you couldn't respond to me. It was that time after you turned on the
Cosmo-DNA...and I thought I had lost you forever when you were in that
coma...Doctor Sane said that the sleeping gas would certainly produce a lethal
effect...he..."
"But
it turned out all right! I woke up in your wonderful arms like this, Derek.
That's what I remember best about that time."
"What
else...do you remember? They said you were almost..."
"All
I remember is the sensation of the Cosmo-DNA being activated, the last few
tendrils of that burning, choking gas entering my lungs, staggering up for
air...being knocked out when I couldn't breathe anything at all...and then,
waking up again in your arms, barely remembering what had happened."
"You
don't remember anything else?"
"No.
I don't. The time I was out...was like a dreamless sleep...and not like...what
I'd imagine crossing the eternal river
"I
just remember...you lying there...so pale...so cold...I thought you were about
to..."
"Shh...,"
said Nova softly as she stroked his cheek. "You know I didn't. I'm fine,
I'm alive, and I'm well...and I'm not about to go anywhere." While lying
in his arms, she gently kissed his chest and held on even tighter as he stopped
on the beach. "You're trembling...Derek."
"I
know...and so are you."
"Can
I tell you something else?"
"yes...?"
At
that, she whispered a gentle, soft plea into his ear; one that Derek Wildstar
barely needed to hear...but one which he understood, for he knew it mirrored
the concerns of a new, nervous bride.
"Of
course...," he whispered. "I love you...Nova...," he said
tenderly as he nuzzled his cheek into Nova's hair and kissed her ear before
gently lowering down onto her feet. Derek spread out the beach towel with a
quick flip and smoothed it down.
When
he turned his head, he noticed that Nova was working on undoing her sarong. He
stood and helped her, kissing her again as it fell to the sand. His guess as to
what Nova had on underneath her garment was quite correct, and her nude form
looked beautiful in the orange-tinted moonlight.
Nova
kissed him, and without a pause, stripped him of the last of his garments. She
stood there for a minute, admiring every centimeter of him before she fell into
his arms. They embraced, and held each other
for a long time, caressing tenderly with their eyes closed.
Just before lying down
togther on the beach towel, Derek's eyes met Nova's, and they exchanged a
wonderful thought...namely...the knowledge that they were destined to have a
wonderful honeymoon...where they could be all alone, at long last.
Then,
their eyes closed. They embraced while standing up and held each other.
Then,
they slowly laid down, kissing as they relaxed onto
the towel together.
“It’s
still our wedding day,” whispered Derek.
“Yes,”
said Nova. “Our wedding day, at last…under the light of what remains of the
Moon…under the stars…”
And,
it was a wonderful night. They made it so as they had a wonderful beginning
around 2314 Hours. Of course, they were not bothering with any watches now. Or about the time. They had nowhere to rush to now. No
shipboard life or regulations to worry about. Just…this…
Finally,
after a long time, Nova said to Derek, “Like what you see of me?”
“I
sure do,” replied Derek as he kissed his way down her stomach, down, down, down
to the center of her. He stopped.
“Don’t
stop,” said Nova.
“I’m
not stopping,” he replied.
To
Derek's immense relief, Nova shut her eyes and smiled as she drew close to him.
Then, she reached for him and began to touch him. She shyly smiled at him. He
smiled at her and put an arm around her. Then, she lay back for him, exposing
her innermost secrets to him for the very first time as he promptly reached for
her with a hand that was just…shaking. Derek felt her shiver against him as she
cuddled up to him. Then, he gently touched the center of her..
"ohh...my God..." said Nova as she trembled with
excitement. Her thighs were beginning to shake, and her toes dug into the sand.
Derek pulled Nova up to him and kissed her again and again while rubbing her
breasts against his smooth chest.
God,
he feels so good, thought Nova. He's driving me out of my mind!
Nova
cried out with passion for the first time. Derek tensed, but she reassured him
by nibbling at his earlobe and fondling him even harder. Several more delicious
minutes passed. Nova quit stroking him for a moment, but he kept himself going
by rubbing himself against her thigh.
Her
teasing of his foot with her toes felt gorgeous. He teased back with his own,
amazed at how smooth and beautiful her ankle and foot felt. Even the tops of
her toes felt cute, smooth, and gorgeous, as did the smooth, seal-like curve of
her firm, beautifully rounded bottom.
She
stroked him, touching his stomach, his chest, admiring his navel…admiring other
parts of him. She had seen him like this before, in Sickbay, while treating
him, while working on him, and had never had the chance to admire him so
openly…until now.
Then,
Derek felt his wife's breasts again. They were just the right size, neither too
small, nor too large. Derek bounced them, delighting in their firmness,
delighting in their shape. Derek then clumsily, shakily, but lovingly brought
Nova to a wonderful first climax.
Finally,
she said, “I want you now, Derek. Right now. Let’s not wait any more…”
“Hmm?”
“Just
to let you know…I…I’ve never been with a man before, Derek. You’re…you’re…my
first,” she whispered. “Have you ever been with a virgin before?”
“No,”
said Derek. “I…Nova…I’m scared…”
“I’m
very scared, too…but also very, very
excited,” she said as she kissed him again. “It is still our wedding day,
Derek. It is not midnight yet…and I might surprise you…”
“Nova,”
said Derek.
"You're
trembling...Derek."
"I
know...and so are you."
"Derek,
you know…Be gentle…"
"Of
course..." he whispered. "I love you...Nova..."
he said tenderly as he nuzzled his cheek into Nova's hair and kissed her ear
before gently lowering her off his lap and onto her bottom on the towel.
They
embraced, and held each other for a long time, caressing tenderly with their
eyes closed.
Their
caresses began shyly; around their necks, around their shoulders, down over
their arms.
Derek
reached out gently, kindly, almost shyly. Nova saw that his hands were shaking.
What
if I hurt her? he thought. What if she doesn't
like it? We've kissed but...I've put you on such a pedestal, my love. Do you
know what a man wants when he makes love to a woman? He wants to join with her,
soul and body.
My
first girlfriend never gave me that, he thought. All she wanted was
to be laid. With you...you need...tenderness. You're so delicate...so beautiful
naked, and your skin is so soft.
Derek
trembled as Nova stroked him as he bent over her to take her for the first time
ever in their lives. .
"Don't stop," whispered Nova. "I
want you. Let's lay down and really get this show on
the road. I'm longing for you. Let's go for it. Now."
Just
before lying down on the beach towel, Derek's eyes met Nova's, and they
exchanged a wonderful thought...namely...the thought that their whole honeymoon
would be just wonderful, and just like this…Then, Nova half-closed her eyes,
gazing at him with dark brown eyes filled with affection and tenderness. Derek
returned her gaze with a smile that said more than a thousand words. It was a
smile that said "I love you…”
Nova
continued to gaze deep into his eyes, returning the smile as her heart
fluttered like a little butterfly locked within her. She noticed that Derek was
trembling slightly, so she squeezed his hand lightly for a moment to reassure
him. Then, after a moment, Derek took the initiative, and began to kiss her
again as they lay there, facing each other on their sides.
After
more pleasure folowed, they both took a collective deep breath as Derek bent
over Nova...and slowly began to melt into her. He took his time, for he wanted
to be as careful and as tender as possible at this moment as he consumated
their marriage. He was very surprised as Nova whispered for more. It didn’t
seem to hurt her. Derek carefully picked up his speed and went on in earnest.
Nova then softly raked his back with her nails as the pain melted into utter
pleasure. Derek reciprocated by kissing the exposed side of her neck. At that,
Nova threw her head back on the bed in a soundless sigh that soon found vocal
expression in a musical cry of abandon and pleasure. For, the sheer joy of the
moment soon increased. Nova shut her eyes and put her mouth hard against
Derek's in a desperate kiss, wanting to savor the taste of him as well as the
feel.
Derek
and Nova then grappled each other in a beautiful, unashamed dance that grew
more passionate by the second as their joined bodies responded to nature's
eternal call, and their souls met. Nova exploded again first, rolling about
unashamed in her Derek’s arms as she cried out. Then, her pleasure was
intensified as Derek exploded inside her, crying out her name as they shared the
end of their rite at last.
When
the end finally came, they felt some regret that their private rite had come to
an end, but it was so good. For them, the feeling was so good. So ended their first time together. It was all that Derek
and Nova had always dreamed it would be, in spite of their fears. They fell
limp and lay there on the beach, happily drained with clasped hands and bodies
clad in nothing but good, clean sweat.
Nova
was crying as it ended, but they were happy tears. She felt closer to Derek
than ever as he held her close, comforting her with sweet words.
“Well?”
he said.
Nova
lay there, smiling through her tears, and then she said, “I want more.”
They
embraced again. Their wedding night continued.
END.
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