She Made a Suggestion
She Made a Suggestion
May 07, 2024
With the death of the Captain (heart attack), I am in command. To operate the ship with two command officers, I field promoted the only remaining crew member, Lieutenant Robinson, to Lieutenant Commander.
The orbiter has supplies for a crew of twelve for nearly a year. Now, for a crew of two, we have the option of awaiting a rescue in four years. Despite the elevated levels of heat due to our proximity to the star, I give the order to wait.
Dawn (Lt. Commander Robinson) makes the suggestion that uniform clothing should be optional. The atmospheric controls do not need to be taxed until they are repaired. Despite my required adherence to regulations, I am in agreement to her suggestion.
Within minutes, neither of us wears anything. Dawn finds my proximity to her stimulating. She openly tells me so. I find it becoming difficult to disagree with her logic.
I blush as I find the feeling is mutual.
When I awaken, Lt. Commander Robinson informs me of a radiation leak. We are confined to sickbay in quarantine. She has employed auto-drones to stabilize the situation and move us away from the danger. We are to spend the next 48 hours in an area built for one person.
She insists I call her Dawn, for I am under her care. I, once again, ask that she refers to me as Melissa, for I am under her spell. My sentence has no justification from my command authority. Her lips brushing against my lips have no justification from her Doctor-Patient level of care. I am throwing caution to the wind enjoying what most could only dream of. Dawn encourages and then responds to my touch. I am similarly attracted by her boldness.
There is no night, no evening, no morning to which the two of us may awaken. I find her arms holding me as I wish to be held, warm, and safe from harm. She nudges me to activate the habitat computer and urges me to cooperate with the survival acrobatics program designed for one, currently operating for two. Her whisper includes the phrase, “Captain, you might like it.”
I find it difficult to exit the quarantine chamber. The auto-drone performed as programmed although the record logs do not indicate excessively high radiation levels warranting quarantine. I have managed to reduce the ambient temperature only to return it to its previous elevated levels.
Dawn made that suggestion also.
For the next three years, the Lt. Commander made a number of suggestions.
I could not find a reason not to listen to any one of them.