Part Three
They got home a little after eighteen hundred hours. Andie carried the shopping through to the galley then slumped on the battered old sofa to watch the vis-news. Tina unpacked the shopping then joined her.
"I can’t believe I fell for it." Andie flicked the screen off and turned to look at her girlfriend. "And I did like that jacket. Maybe I should put in for more overtime until I can afford to replace it."
"And see less of me? What’s more important, a jacket or your love-life?"
"Not planning to go on strike are you?" Andie slid her hand up Tina’s thigh and under the minuscule leather skirt.
"Might do. Are you going to persuade me- oh!" Tina jumped as Andie slid one finger inside her knickers and found a sensitive spot.
"Like that perhaps?" Andie twisted her hand and removed Tina’s underwear in one smooth movement. "There, that’s better. You were saying?"
"Only that I’d... be missing out if you did more... overtime." Tina slid down the sofa a little and spread her legs a fraction wider.
Their eyes locked on each other, Andie carried Tina ever closer to the edge. Thumb on that hard nub of flesh under its velvety hood, three fingers inside curling to meet it and match every stroke, little finger stroking backwards then flicking towards her palm. Tina dug her nails into the thinning fabric of the cushions and arched her back, pressing harder into the hand stimulating her. Andie smiled to herself at the unspoken invitation to work her fingers and thumb harder, pushing her middle finger more firmly at that sensitive spot it found so easily.
Tina cried out, arched up and fell back limply into the cushions. Andie slipped her hand away and lay half across her lover lips against lips.
"Maybe just a little overtime then, I wouldn’t want you missing out," Andie whispered.
Tina sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around Andie.
"So, who do you think they were?" Tina asked.
"Outlaws, criminals, Federation outcasts? I’m sure a quick scan of the wanted lists would tell you easily enough. What makes you ask? They’ve gone back to where they came from, no doubt about that."
"They both asked me about here, what it’s like. I told them I had nothing to compare it with. What’s it like elsewhere? You’ve seen other worlds, Andie, why don’t you tell me about them?"
Andie propped herself up on one elbow.
"Not much to tell. Some places are pretty much
like here, a few are better, a lot are much worse one way or another. I wasn’t born
here, you know." This was news to Tina; Andie had always seemed enough of a fixture
in the town that it had never crossed the other woman’s mind that she might be an
incomer. "I was born on one of what the people of the Federation calls the Outer
Worlds. Far enough from central government that they don’t always stick to the rules
but controlled enough that none of them step too far out of line. Not the best of places
to grow up... different. It’s probably easier to be a passing woman in places like
that than to have to try to fit in where you don’t."
"So you were working construction back then too?"
"It was about all I could do. I couldn’t settle to an office job like you and there are few other opportunities for those of us at the lower end of the heap. I joined a crew that was shipping out to some world they were just colonising then I started putting money aside until I had enough to bribe a freighter captain to get me offworld. I drifted from one site and one planet to another until I wound up here. I liked it so I stayed longer than usual. Then I met you."
Tina thought about Andie’s story.
"Don’t you ever think about moving on? I could come with you. Other world have corporations that need clerks, I’m sure."
"Oh, they do. But why quit a good thing just to see if the grass is greener?"
"Because I want to see for myself?" Tina stretched. "Would you be wanting food tonight?" she asked Andie.
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