Chapter 28 - Celebration

"It’s late. We should turn in," I said, but the words felt weak, like a fucking suggestion, not like a command.

"We need to celebrate," Emily replied, no argument in that tone. Her green eyes, yeah, locked onto mine, all certain. Like she already knew what was happening.

Caught off guard, I just stared at her for a second, then nodded. Idiot. "Do we?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

"Yes, Captain, will you escort me?" she replied, all serious. Like this was some official thing. Or a goddamn execution.

We started walking, the corridor all soft with light. I felt something, yeah, a good feeling. Contentment, maybe? This shit, space exploration, I always wanted it. And now, I'm doing it. Living the dream, they say. Well, shit, maybe I am.

We reached my quarters, and she turned to me, that mischievous smile on her face. "Captain, permission to enter your cabin?"

Shit, yeah, nervous as fuck. “First mate,” I said, forcing a smile, “permission granted.” Here we go. Fucking hell.

***

I opened the door to my quarters, letting Emily inside. Small room, but cozy enough. Big window looking out at space, Emily went straight to it, staring out at the stars like they were some kind of miracle.

"I still can’t believe we’re here,” she said. “What a ride it has been." Yeah, it had been a ride, alright. A fucking crazy one.

She turned around, a glint in her eye, looking right at me. Excitement and anticipation. I felt it too, that same buzz. She stepped closer, closing the space between us. My heart started pounding like a drum solo as she reached up, her fingers tracing my jawline.

"Luca," she whispered, her voice soft. "I'm glad we're doing this together." Holy shit, are we? Oh my god. We are. We really are.

I leaned in, couldn't help it, and kissed her. Soft, lingering kiss. When we pulled back, I felt… warmth, comfort. Something good.

I smiled down at her, hands resting on her waist, lightly. "You've really outdone yourselves with these uniforms," I said, my voice a bit rough. Smooth, Luca, real smooth. Compliment the clothes. "You… you look amazing."

Emily tilted her head, cheeks all flushed, making my pulse race even faster. "Thank you, Captain," she replied, her voice soft and teasing. "I’m glad you like what you see.”

Before I could say anything, she leaned in again, kissing me. Her hands moved up to my neck, into my hair. Her lips moved against mine, no doubt about what she wanted. I froze for a second, caught between the weight of the moment and her touch. This is happening. She’s here, and this is happening. Fuck.

I kissed her back, my hands slipping around her waist, pulling her closer until our bodies fit together perfectly. When Emily let out a quiet moan, a low sound escaped me too. Raw, yeah, that was desire, been bottled up for years. Don’t screw this up, Luca. Don’t be an idiot now.

We broke apart for air, my forehead against hers, breath all unsteady. “Emily… I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long,” I admitted, voice barely a whisper. Felt like ripping off a bandaid, exposing shit I kept buried.

She smiled at me, fingers brushing my jawline. "Me too," she said, her voice all warm, melting all my doubts.

Taking her hand, I led her to the bed. We sat side by side, her head on my shoulder, looking out the window at the stars. I swallowed hard. The ship hummed around us, a constant reminder of this crazy journey. Man up, Luca. She’s trusting you with this.

I turned back to her, my hand moving to the little bow at her collar. My fingers hesitated, touching the soft fabric. Emily tilted her face up, eyes full of encouragement. Just go slow. Don’t overthink it.

I leaned in, kissing her again, fingers working the clasp behind her neck. The bow came undone, and I pulled back a bit, looking at her. A flush spread across her skin. I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jawline, then the curve of her neck. She tilted her head back, sighing softly, hands threading through my hair as I kissed my way down to her throat.

One button. Then another. My fingers worked slowly, until her shirt opened enough to show a flash of red lace underneath. I paused, catching my breath. Red? She’s wearing red lace?

Emily smiled against my lips, expression all mischief and vulnerability. "You like it?" she whispered, her voice amused.

I swallowed hard, voice barely working. "Like it? Are you fucking kidding me? You look..." I trailed off, my thoughts completely jumbled, "...you're incredible,"

When my eyes fell on the lacy red bra Emily wore, my breath hitched. It looked great, yeah, in a way that made it impossible to look away. How does she manage to look this perfect? I swallowed again, trying to keep my thoughts coherent.

“I, uh…” I started, my hand brushing against the delicate fabric. “I love your bra,” I managed, voice embarrassingly uneven. I leaned in for another kiss, using the excuse to hide my flushed face.

My fingers traced the lace cautiously, marveling at the contrast between its intricate design and the softness of her skin beneath. Emily let out a soft sigh, leaning into my touch, her eyes locked onto mine. It was enough to make my head spin.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she whispered, a playful glint in her eye.

Before I could respond, Emily gently pushed me back onto the bed, her hands deftly working to unfasten my dress uniform jacket. As she slid it off my shoulders, my breath quickened. The layers felt like a barrier between us, and I was grateful she seemed just as eager to remove them.

Once the jacket was discarded on the floor, she reached for my tie, her fingers brushing my collar. I let out a shaky laugh, my nerves getting the better of me. “So, uh, you like the uniform, huh?” I joked weakly.

Emily glanced up with a grin that could melt steel. “It has its perks,” she teased, tugging the tie loose with deliberate slowness.

Her hands moved to the buttons of my shirt. She undid them one by one, her lips grazing my chest with every button she released. My muscles tensed under her touch, the sensation both exhilarating and maddeningly teasing.

When she finally opened the shirt, her hands roamed across my chest, her fingers brushing over the defined lines of my torso. My face burned under her eyes, my nerves buzzing with equal parts excitement and disbelief.

***

I reached up to caress her cheek, my fingers brushing softly against her warm skin as she leaned in for another kiss. Her lips were soft and addictive, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered how I’d managed to go so long without this. Without her. Every press of her lips against mine sent a jolt through my chest, and I silently vowed never to let this moment end. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring, teasing. I responded, my own tongue dancing with hers.

The kisses grew more urgent, our breaths mingling in the dim light of my cabin. When Emily pulled back slightly and slid off my lap, I blinked, momentarily dazed. My eyes followed her as she stood at the edge of the bed, the faint curve of a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. With deliberate slowness, she unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders, revealing the intricate lace bra beneath.

My heart thudded in my chest as I sat up, my feet brushing the floor. How is this real? I thought, my eyes tracing every detail of her figure. She was beautiful, absolutely radiant, and yet, it was the way she held herself, balancing shyness and confidence, that left me breathless.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, my voice low but sincere.

Emily blushed, a faint pink coloring her cheeks, but the slight curl of her lips betrayed her delight at my words. Her confidence swelled, and she stepped closer, her fingers finding the buckle of my belt. As she moved, I let my own hands roam across her back, my tongue exploring the curve of her neck and shoulder.

As her hands worked to free the clasp, my mind raced. This is happening. She’s here with me, and I can’t believe how lucky I am. My breath hitched as her movements became more deliberate, and I quickly mirrored her urgency, shedding my uniform until only my gray boxer briefs remained. I could see the desire in her eyes, and the way she moved, yeah, she wanted this just as much as I did. The small logo of our ship was embroidered near the waistband, and for some reason, it amused me that even now, our mission marked every detail of our lives.

Emily’s eyes flickered down to my briefs before meeting my eyes again, a twinkle of amusement in her own. “Allow me,” I said, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. I knelt in front of her and gently took the hem of her skirt, sliding it down and letting it pool at her feet.

Holy shit. The red g-string, yeah, the one I saw before? Up close, it was like, whoa. Straps everywhere, crisscrossing her hips, framing her like some kind of, I don't know, work of art or some shit. Playful and bold? Yeah, that's it. My pulse was hammering in my ears, I swallowed hard. Fucking hell.“Wow,” I breathed, a smile spreading on my face. “What a view.”

Emily laughed, soft and warm, like sunshine, and it actually calmed my nerves a bit. She grabbed my hands, laced her fingers through mine, and pulled me close. Okay, this was it. I had to not fuck this up.

I scooped her up, gently. Like she was made of glass or some shit. "Come here," I said, voice all soft, feeling a little awe, a little something else too. I carried her back to the bed, real careful with each step, laid her down like she was the most precious thing ever. Fucking hell, what was happening.

I hovered over Emily, our bodies almost touching. The heat between us was insane, the tension building like a goddamn pressure cooker. Shit, was this really happening?

"Be gentle," she whispered, looking up at me, all desire and… shit, vulnerability too.

My stomach did a flip. "I will," I promised, voice a little rough, leaning down to kiss her. I was so fucking happy, and so nervous I might puke, but, this was it. Her lips on mine. We melted together, exploring each other's mouths, tongues dancing together. It was like, finally, everything I’d wanted was right here.

Emily's hands roamed over my back, feeling the muscles, I guess. She was probably freaking out too, but yeah, it felt good, like she was actually into this. She couldn't believe how good I felt against her? What the hell, I hoped I was doing this right.

As we kept kissing, my hand moved down to her breast, under the bra. Cupping it, so warm and soft. She moaned into my mouth, arching her back, pressing into my hand. Fuck, this was… intense.

With gentle movements, I unhooked her bra, tossed it aside. I took a moment, just looking at her bare chest. Then, I leaned down, kissing each breast, soft kisses. I sucked and nibbled a bit on her nipples, and she writhed under me, all these little sounds escaping her. Okay, deep breaths, Luca.

Feeling bold as fuck, Emily reached down and slipped off my boxers.

She gasped, eyes wide.

“Oh my God,” she said, “it’s so big.”

I smiled. Never had a compliment like that before. Made me feel like, a fucking god or something. Was it big? I don’t know, never really compared it before.

She reached for it, hesitantly, her hand wrapping around me. “How’s it feel?” she asked, a slight blush on her cheeks, but her eyes full of mischief.

My mind was blank, everything was just sensation, fuck. "So good," I whispered, my eyes locked on hers.

She started to stroke me, slow, feeling the firmness and heat in her hand. I could see her watching me, a small smile playing on her lips as she felt me react to her touch. Each touch was like fire. My breaths got all ragged.

"Do you like that?" she asked, all teasing.

"God, yes," I replied, my hips moving on their own, I couldn't help it. Like, every nerve ending was concentrated there, in her hand.

***

I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this. I've never been so turned on before, and the fact that it's with Emily... fuck. She released me from her grip and moved down to take me in her mouth. Oh fuck, I swallowed, Is this really ok? Trying to contain myself. Her tongue swirled around my tip before taking me in deeper. I could feel the warmth of her mouth closing in on me as she continued to pleasure me.

I didn’t mean to moan, but I couldn’t help it, my hands gripping Emily's hair, but she didn't seem to mind, moving with me, her tongue flicking, driving me wild. Oh god, this is too much, I thought, I can’t hold on.

But just as I was about to reach the edge, she paused, sensing it, maybe. She looked up at me, a question in her eyes. As much as I want her, I wasn't sure if she was ready for me to finish in her mouth.

“Was that okay?" Emily asked shyly.

I looked down at Emily and whispered, "It was amazing.” Pulling her up to kiss her again, my lips finding hers, then moving down to kiss her breasts. "But are you sure you're ready for this?"

I watched Emily hesitate, her body tense with uncertainty. She's nervous, I get it. I could see the inner battle raging within her, but my desire for her only grew stronger. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the love and trust in them. She's the one, I know it. I knew that she was the one I wanted to take this step with.

"I want to be with you," she said, her voice confident.

I gently helped Emily onto her back and trailed kisses down her body until I reached the edge of her g-string. I pulled my fingers between the little strings, slid them off of her hips, and tossed them aside; her hips were nice and warm now. “Wow,” I breathed, smiling at her. She's so fucking beautiful.

The sight of Emily completely bare before me took my breath away. I took a moment to admire her, running my hands over her thighs and hips before settling between her legs. I kissed her softly on the inner thigh, teasing her with my warm breath. Okay, Luca, don't fuck this up. Emily moaned in anticipation as I slowly parted her folds, exposing her tight pink entrance. My fingers explored every inch of her, seeking out my target. Here we go.

I leaned in, kissing one thigh, then the other, before pushing in and licking her, once, twice. Hope this is ok. Emily gasped as my tongue invaded her core. It was unlike anything I had ever done before. My tongue flicked and probed, tasting her, feeling her response. Her whole body seemed to tighten, and a little shiver ran through her. She gripped my hair tightly, pulling me closer as she moaned in delight, her hips starting to move almost instinctively. I must be doing something right, I thought, smiling to myself.

As my tongue continued to tease and explore, Emily's hips began to move in rhythm with my movements. She arched her back, pushing herself further into my mouth. Her pussy clenched around my tongue, seeking more of my attention, her legs clamped down on my head. Feeling the tremors of impending climax, I gently pulled away from her wetness. Shit, that was intense.

"Are you ready Em?" I asked softly, my voice almost a whisper. Please say yes.

"I think so, Luca, please be gentle," she replied, her voice soft but sure.

I positioned myself at her entrance, hoping I was at the right place, and slowly pushed inside. Breathe Luca, breathe. Her eyes were open, looking up at me, a bit of nervousness and excitement in their depths. She bit her lower lip slightly, her hands finding my shoulders, her fingers digging in slightly. She wants this. She wants me.

Emily moaned, her breath catching, as she shifted her position, her hands coming down to guide me, her fingers wrapping around me, showing me the way. Her hips lifted slightly, meeting my thrust. Oh, fuck, that's it. Her tight walls gripped me tightly, welcoming me deeper inside.

“Ouch, hold on," she said, grimacing.

"Yeah, sorry," I said, looking down at her, my heart pounding. Shit, was I hurting her?

"Let me know," I added, trying to keep my voice steady.

I took a moment to adjust, just breathing, trying to calm the fuck down, before starting to move slowly into Emily's wet heat. My thrusts matched our ragged breathing. As I picked up speed, Emily threw her head back, her long hair, a mess, on the pillow beneath her.

"Is that better now?" I asked, worried.

"Yeah, much better," she replied, raising her knees a bit, her hands guiding my hips. Okay, we're doing this.

With every thrust, I could feel Emily's walls pulsing around me, urging me onward. Holy fuck, this is actually happening. I kissed her softly on the lips, our tongues dancing together as we reached the peak of our passion.

Emily's body tensed up as she let out a long, drawn-out moan. I felt her wetness intensify around me, pulling me deeper into the vortex of pleasure that we had created together.

As our orgasms crashed over us, Emily wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, a soft cry escaping her lips, never wanting this moment to end. Me neither. We both panted heavily for air but couldn't keep our eyes off each other.

Emily and I lay spent in each other's arms, our bodies still tingling from the intensity of our lovemaking. We stared into each other's eyes, feeling a deep connection that went beyond physical pleasure. Something real. I felt her hand move on my chest, tracing small circles.

“Wow,” Emily finally managed to whisper, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

“Yeah,” I replied with a satisfied grin. Yeah? Are you fucking kidding me, Luca? This is... everything.

We cuddled closer together, the warmth of our bodies radiating between us. Emily traced her fingers over my chest. The faint, sweet scent of our lovemaking lingered in the air, a uniquely intimate fragrance. It was the smell of Emily, of me, of us, all mingled together, a comforting and welcoming aroma.

“I can't believe this is happening,” Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

“What do you mean?” I asked, stroking her cheek gently with my thumb.

“I mean, I never would have imagined being with you tonight...and now here we are. It was... amazing," she added, a slight blush rising on her cheeks.

I smiled at her words and leaned in for a soft kiss. She has no idea. This is only the best moment of my entire life.

“I feel the same way,” I said. Same way? Try times a million, Em.

Then, she shifted slightly, a little, embarrassed laugh escaping her lips. "I'm, um, all wet," she said, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink.

"Yeah, you are," I said, grinning, unable to resist teasing her just a little. "We, uh, made a bit of a mess, huh?" Smooth, Luca, real smooth.

"Hang on," I said, scrambling out of bed, a little clumsy in my haste. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, my heart still pounding.

Back in bed, I handed her the towel and helped her clean up. She was still a bit flushed, but she met my eyes with a shy smile, and I couldn't help but smile back. This was so new, so unexpected, but so... right. Emily nestled closer to me, her head resting on my chest. Her breathing was soft and steady, and I could feel the warmth of her against me.

My arm was draped around her, holding her close. I stared at the ceiling, the faint hum of the ship filling the quiet room. Everything felt surreal, like the culmination of a moment I’d never been brave enough to hope for. How the fuck did this even happen?

I glanced down at her, her hair spilling over my chest, her lips slightly parted in a peaceful expression. She looked at ease, and it filled me with something I couldn’t quite describe: pride in knowing her, affection, and a tinge of awe. How did I get here? I wondered.

Emily had always been the girl I admired from afar, the one I thought was too good for me. And she is. Way too good. And now, she was here, in my arms, and I didn’t want the moment to end. The smell of our lovemaking still lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of the incredible intimacy we had just shared.

As my eyes shifted to the rumpled sheets, a small, dark stain caught my attention. My breath hitched. Fuck. It wasn’t just a physical reminder of what we’d shared; it was proof of something far more significant. Emily had given me a part of herself she could never give to anyone else. The weight of that realization pressed down on me, making my chest ache, not in regret, but in sheer reverence for her trust. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve her.

I swallowed hard, my hand gently tracing a line down her shoulder. What do I even say to her about this? I thought. It wasn’t just about what we’d done. It was about what it meant. She had chosen me, trusted me with something irreplaceable. How the fuck do I live up to that?

Emily stirred slightly, her lips curling into a soft smile as she murmured something I couldn’t quite catch. I tightened my arm around her, brushing a kiss against her hair. “Thank you,” I whispered, barely audible even to myself. It wasn’t enough, not even close, but it was all I could think to say in that moment.

I exhaled deeply, closing my eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever, the constant weight of responsibility on my shoulders had lessened. This wasn’t just about our physical connection, no, it was about something far greater. As the ship quietly carried us through the void of space, I vowed silently to be worthy of the gift Emily had shared with me. I will not fuck this up. This was the beginning of something new, something I would never take for granted.