The soft sounds of Tamara snoring away in the corner of the room was enough to put Stephen's mind at ease while he flipped through his novella for the day. It was an okay story so far, your average romance scenario featuring two star struck lovers, both either destined to die or live happily ever after. Eh, what could he say? He was a sucker for shit like this. Plus it helped keep his mind from other things, one such thing being the sleeping beauty who was currently drooling out of the corner of her mouth.

With a heavy sigh, Stephen tossed the book onto the table in front of him, the cover bending slightly under its own weight. That was the last thing he cared about currently however. He had been trying. Really trying. He probably hadn't even worked at something so hard before in his entire life. He turned and stared at Tamara, peaceful in her sleep, curled in a ball in one of the chairs within their small living quarter. It was a lot like a kitchen, a lot like a living room. It all fit snugly together and made you feel at home. It had the stained wood cabinets, a small bowl of oranges on the counter, there was even those throw rugs of assorted colors. You had the TV for the movies and knowing Neo, there was a gaming console of some sort around here. It had the dining table, the rustic wooden chairs with some pillows, assorted rocking chairs altered to act as emergency seating with belts. Home sweet home. The great Linda had it all. Tamara's soft snores droned back into his hearing and he sighed, his fingers pressing against his temples.

This isn't working.

Again his attention went back to Tamara. He'd been trying so hard to keep his attention off of her, to ignore her. It was his fault he was even here to begin with, and it wasn't like he was upset to see her. But that was just it. He loved her, and not in that best friend sort of way. And that was what had made all of this so painfully difficult.

He had always loved her. Even when his brother was alive he was always cursing him for snatching her first. Always saying "damn you Kevin." Or even saying "I just needed more time." It was all in a playful way, even though his brother knew he had been serious, he'd accepted it. He was content. And then his brother had to go and get killed. Stephen wanted to punch himself, or maybe he'd wake Tamara up and make her do it.

He hated the thoughts that swarmed in his head. He didn't feel worthy to try and take his brother's place. How could he even think like that? And yet here he was. He was so confused with himself for a moment of just sitting there, a scowl on his face, he thought he'd explode. He had hardly expected a pair of hands wrap around him.

"If you think too hard, you'll hurt yourself," a voice grumbled sleepily in his ear. It was Tamara, and something about having her so close made his breath catch in his throat.

"Sleep well?" He asked, thanking his Gods for gifting him with the amazing talent to internally freak and play it off cooly on the outside. To her sleep drunken state he appeared laid back and relaxed and that's just how he wanted it.

"I couldn't sleep with you constantly fidgeting and cursing under your breath," she yawned and backed away from him, pushing off of his shoulders with her hands. "And don't you dare try and act like you weren't. I know you too well."

Or maybe he hadn't been playing it off very well.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, instinct wanting him to ask 'what do you mean?' But knowing her, that'd only get him the dog house. Instead he merely turned in his seat, watching her as she draped a black shawl over her shoulders, stumbling around the kitchen as she pulled out the means to make herself some coffee.

"Well?" She called to him. "What were you thinking about?"

"Were you always this nosy? I don't recall pestering you for your thoughts."

She snorted at him, sending him a knowing look over her shoulder before going back to her mission for a cup of joe. "You used to a long time ago. Did that change when I wasn't looking?"

Stephen rolled his eyes, "spare me. You were always looking."

"Uh huh," she cooed in sarcastic agreement, the coffee machine bubbling as it brewed her black elixir. "So," she turned to him, her face serious now. "Why the cocky attitude? Did something happen?"

Damn, he thought. There wasn't any avoiding her.

He shook his head, "it's beyond your control."

"Like hell it is!" She snapped. "You've been moping around ever since we left the docking station."

"I'm not moping."

"Oh excuse me," she sneered, "brooding."

...

"That is just beneath you."

"Dear God Stephen. Is it that bad?" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation. "Throw me a bone, you're killing me."

"Why is it you want to know so badly?" He retorted, knowingly answering her question with a question.

"Why is it you don't want to tell me?"

"Why can't you give me a reason to tell you?"

"Why can't you just answer my mother-fucking question?"

Ugh.. Knew better than to try that game... Stephen groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"I really just can't say..." He finally admitted.

"Why not?"

"Because," he sighed and shrugged. Why am I such a coward?

"Is it about this message you're about to send?"

"No."

"Is there a girl at home?"

"No!"

"Oh... is it a guy?"

"For fuck sake!" He laughed bitterly, rising to his feet as he nearly imploded. "No! It's not a guy or a girl. Why would you even ask that?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "You're being... weird. I'm just trying to figure it all out."

"Is me telling you to politely fuck off not satisfactory?"

"You should know full well that it isn't."

Groaning again he shook his head and gave up. There was no point. If he didn't tell her soon she'd beat it out of him and he wasn't in the mood anymore. "It's you, Tamara."

"I... what? What's me?"

"You're the problem."

"Me?!" This time when she asked for clarification she damn near sounded ready to kill him. The words were forming on her lips, ready to spit fire at him when he took a leap of faith, reached forward, and kissed her.

He kissed her shamelessly. Maybe it was the vodka from earlier still burning in his throat. Although that had been hours ago. Maybe it was because the woman in his arms really did drive him bat shit crazy. Even though he knew that she shouldn't. He ravished her quickly, knowing either he would get his ass handed to him afterwards, or Gods know what else she might do to him. At this point he couldn't care. If he wasn't drunk on alcohol, then he was most certainly drunk on her and how she felt against him.

And then the most unexpected but sweetest thing happened. He nearly melted when she wrapped her arms around him and the precious feeling of pain stabbed his chest and he held onto her just a bit tighter. He increased the tempo of his lips against hers, hers which had decided to respond to his in her own sultry way as her fingers knotted themselves in his hair.

When they pulled apart they panted against their lips, their small moment of passion rising new feelings and inner questions that nearly screamed "what now?" and of "what the hell did I just do?"

"I've wanted to do that for a really long time," he whispered. His eyes closed tightly as he restrained himself from kissing her again.

Tamara stared up into a pair of eyes that echoed a distant past that was no longer hers. At first she saw Kevin, the man who not only stolen her heart, but had taken the other half of her soul. Then, she saw a man who had given her a heart, that had found a way to mend her soul. His eyes glazed over with admiration and a misplaced lust that left her wanting. Without her knowing, a simple whisper escaped her lips.

"What?" He hummed, leaning down to her neck. His lips gently grazed the skin that was hidden there by her shawl, which now draped loosely around her shoulders. "What did you say?"

Tamara's breath hitched in her throat as she felt lust creep down her spine, intoxicating her with the idea of sin. "Do it again..."

"Do what again?" His voice was thick in her ear.

"Kiss me."

With a growl that curled her toes, his lips descended upon her once more, taking everything he could reach, stealing her breath away with each attack.

"Are..." He paused his attack to look at her, "are you certain this is what you want?" His hands shook as they held onto her hips, fingers digging at the flesh there.

"I don't know what I want..." Tamara admitted, "I just... I need this Stephen. Please."

"I'm not my brother."

Tamara shook her head, "You aren't." It wasn't a question, simply a fact. She placed her hands on his face and brought his lips to hers. "But you are his brother."

"I was..."

Tamara forced down the pain that emerged once the loneliness in his voice became clear. He was in just as much pain as she was. Here he was, an anchor that was by her side through it all and not once had she ever considered that he was in pain. He was once his brother for God's sake... She had never felt as stupid as she did now.

"You are."

She refused to allow him to sulk any longer.

She brought his face down to hers, the lingering smell of alcohol her clue to his mood swings, but she didn't mind. All that occupied her was the feeling of his hands that began to travel under her shirt. Soft coos and moans escaped from her as he kissed down her neck, lips marking her skin, once marked and stained by another man, now being reclaimed by that very man's brother. The feeling set her skin aflame.

With hungry fingers and intoxicated limbs, clothes began to quickly disperse. Their fingers knotted themselves within each other's hair, their breaths became one, their soft moans grew wanton. Their very minds themselves fogged over with the most primal of desires and instinct, and with one last discarding of clothing, Stephen hoisted Tamara upwards, placing her fleshy rump up onto the counter. His hands preoccupied themselves with the soft balls of her breasts, his lips busy on her neck, the skin taking a dark blue hue as her skin bruised from his torment.

She leaned back, a lewd moan passing through her parted lips as one of his hands drifted further down past her naval, into the wet folds of her sex. He teased the small nub that was there, his eyes watching with a demonic hunger as she responded to his teasing. He found the spazzing opening of her core and gently pushed a thick digit through, groaning when he felt her walls clasping around him. Her song grew louder as he shoved another, and another, filling her while gently stretching her.

"Stephen!" She gasped when she felt him attempt to place a fourth finger within her. "I can't take another..!" She whined and arched her back further away from him, giving him a gracious view of her chest.

"You have to Tamara," he grunted, taking a moment to swallow one of her nipples into his mouth before releasing her with a pop. "You have to take all of me."

"It's too much," she proceeded to whine, her hips rolling shamelessly against his hand. She was about to try and divert him from his plan once more when he gently grabbed one of her hands, which had been too occupied gripping the counter for a lifeline, and led her down to his throbbing member that ached painfully within the confines of his jeans.

"You have to take it."

She managed to bring herself to stare into his icy cold gaze that made her heart stop when she finally caught his meaning. She could feel his rock hard length just barely past the clothing, she could only imagine what more could be there when he finally shoved his pinkie into her warmth, her cry of ecstasy his signal of entry.

"By the God's, Stephen!" She cried. She gave a hearty moan, her back fully rested along the counter that served as a table. Her hips rolled and trusted upwards against his hand, her eyes shut tight in pleasure as she teased her own breasts with her hands, her fingers pinching and twisting her nipples.

Stephen growled at the sight before him, his self restraint slowly dissolving with the heat that began to radiate from within. He gently curled his fingers and began to finger her with agonizingly slow strokes that nearly had her in tears. He watched as her back arched off the counter, her hands unsure what to do with themselves as they flew from her breasts to the edges of the counter and to her hair.

"Please!" She cried, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, "don't tease me."

Stephen couldn't help but smile deviously as she whimpered and whined for him, couldn't help but feel his cock harden that much more when he saw how much she had come to need him.

"But how can I not?" He asked her, his voice deep with cunning and lust. "You respond to me so well." As if to further prove his point he pulled his fingers out until they only barely entered her before shoving them back into her, his thumb threatening to slide in due to her excited heat. She moaned wantonly and pulled on her hair, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Did you enjoy that Tamara?" He did it again and got the same reaction, the feeling of satisfaction welling up in his chest. He could only barely hear her soft whispers of pleas, as he repeated his ministrations on her body. He felt her twitch, felt her walls threatening to clench around him, and he smiled.

He pulled away from her body, her hand flying down trying to keep him as she whined with loss. She didn't mourn long when she saw him kneel down in front of her. Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart threatened to implode as he brought his lips to her lower ones between her legs and began to eat away at her slit.

Her hands flew to her face, covering her eyes as he licked mercilessly at her bundle of nerves. Her once lost orgasm returned with a vengeance and threatened to overwhelm her. He thrust his fingers back into her and she was gone. She clamped her legs shut, locking his head between her thighs as she came, her juices flooding forth into his eagerly awaiting mouth as he continued to pump more out of her. He curled his fingers and rubbed her G-spot, feeling it's spongy surface and began pushing into it.

"Oh my God..!"

Before she had a chance to recover from her previous high, Stephen smirked into her gushing sex as he made her go over the edge once more and just as rapidly. He nurtured her high with his tongue while he quickly used his free hand and undid the zipper to his jeans. She had begun to twitch and spasm when he stood to his feet and gave her a sloppy smile, his lips and chin still glistening with her liquids.

She swallowed hard, her body still rearing from her orgasms. He leaned down and gave her a sloppy kiss, his other hand going to her breast and giving it a thoughtful squeeze.

"Stephen... " She cooed when he began increasing the tempo with which he fingered her with. Her body still ultra sensitive, she tried to push him away. "I... I need a moment. " She tried to scoot away only to be held down.

He said nothing as he stared into her eyes, only watched silently as her face bloomed into a painful pleasure. She felt only a fire burning between her legs and deep within her sex, her legs shook at its intensity. She had opened her mouth to try and protest but instead was cut short by the unmistakable feeling of his bare cock against the inner part of her thigh. It took her only one moment, despite the fog of lust that clouded it, to know what he intended. The look on her face must had given her away because as soon as she thought it, his fingers quickly left her soaking core, the fire never given a chance to extinguish as he pushed his cock deep into her pussy.

"Stephen!" Came her choked cry as he pulled back until only the head of him remained inside her and slammed back to the hilt. His thighs rammed against her ass, slapping together as he bottomed out in her repeatedly.

"Damn it Tamara," he moaned in her ear.

The fire became too much, and with a scream that could have echoed across the galaxy, Tamara felt herself cum with such an intensity that if it hadn't been for the protective hands of her current lover, her head would have slammed into the counter beneath her.

"Fuck!" Stephen cursed when she milked his twitching cock with the walls of her cunt. He had only started and with the way she was coming down on him, he wouldn't last another ten minutes.

Pulling out of her momentarily, her grabbed her behind her knees and pushed her thighs together and up enough to reveal her sex. He quickly found her opening and rammed into her again, her legs being together forced her walls to stretch even further. He rested her calves on his shoulders, his cock twitching within her. He was so close...

"Fuck Stephen, fill me up, I need you to come in me!" She suddenly screamed when he pressed his thumb against her clit. It was enough.

With a strangled cry he felt his first load spurt out into her with a pleasing pop. He thrusted himself further into her, using her walls to milk himself dry. He felt her unwind with him and finally he allowed himself to collapse onto her, using one of her breasts as a temporary pillow as the last bits of his semen flooded her insides.

He allowed them a minute to catch their breath before he used his arms to push himself up, his cock never leaving the warm depths of her pussy.

"Stephen?" She looked up at him with a worried look in her eyes, a look that told him she was about to go out of her mind if what she was worrying about came true. And if she was right, then lose her mind she would.

"Pick your legs up, I'm going to roll you over," he ordered.

Her eyes went wide for only a moment, but she quickly obliged. The feeling of his cock twist around her made her moan and her once tired and drained pussy, clench eagerly for more.

Her bare feet touched the cold wood of the floor and a small hiss escaped her when she couldn't escape from it. Stephen stared down at the round globes of her ass and rubbed them with a generous palm.

"Are you ready Tamara?" He raised his hand and slapped it down onto her ass cheeks.

"Ah..!" She moaned when he did it again when she didn't answer him.

"I asked you a question."

"God yes. I'm ready!" She squeaked when he pulled out of her, their mixed juices flooding out of her and dripping down her legs.

"Then hold on."

He aimed his cock and hammered into her repeatedly. Pulling his cock out slowly, removing himself completely, and pistoning back in until he bottomed out. Each thrust he made harder and slower than the last. Tamara's mind was reeling with pleasure.

"Fuck yes!" She cried, "Faster, please!"

Stephen could only give a half-assed sarcastic huff, his own pleasure nearly consuming him. "As the lady likes..."

He gave her ass another generous slap and began nailing into her as fast as he could, the power of his thrusts never diminishing. Every time he felt her walls twitch and clamp down in a threatening manner, he would reward her each time with a harsh slap to her rear which would ruin her high temporarily. Each time her high only grew that much faster until she was screaming.

"Please let me cum!" She cried, her hips meeting his thrusts halfway as she chased her own release.

"Not until I say so." He grinned as she whined and panted. Her walls twitched and spazzed but he could feel her restraint.

"If you cum, I'll keep fucking you until you get there again and then leave you."

She screamed as she tried to hold on, her green knuckles turning yellow as they gripped the counter.

"Please, please, please, please, please!"

Stephen smiled, his own release right around the corner. "Fine you crazy bitch." He gave her a hearty slap which left her ass blue. "Cum for me, now!"

Instantly her walls clenched around him, knocking the wind out of him.

"Oh shit!" He cried out when he felt her gush against him, her liquids spurting out around his cock and staining his jeans. He stayed like that for a moment and helped ride out her orgasm which left her panting. He groaned as he pulled out of her, bending down to kiss her ass before plopping down into a chair. He fetched his pack of cigarettes and lit one contently, amused at seeing Tamara stretched over the counter, their cream dripping from her and onto the floor.

Tamara laid there, her heart racing, her legs shaking. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts that made no sense and a hurricane of emotions that left her wanting.

She forced herself up, her hand reaching down to swirl her finger in their sexual evidence, moaning when it coated her fingers. She turned and nearly flushed at the sight of Stephen.

His cock was hard and throbbing, drenched in their union, his jeans were still on and specked with white cream. His chiseled chest shone with sweat, and his eyes glowed as he stared at her, the cigarette only adding to his dominant aura.

"You pulled out before you came..?"

He shrugged and blew out a smoke ring. "I didn't want to risk you passing out. We'll be docking soon."

Tamara couldn't help but stare at his cock and the way it tilted to the side. She knew how painful it was when she got frustrated, she licked her lips.

As if a predator saw his prey, Stephen's eyes narrowed when he saw her pink tongue wink at him from between her lips. "If you do that again I'll put your mouth to better use." He hadn't said it as a threat, simply as if what he spoke was a fact.

Tamara's heart skipped and her pussy clenched. She stared at his thick cock and back to his hypnotizing gaze. Despite the dangerous chill that was running down her spine, her tongue slipped out and moistened her suddenly chapped lips.

She watched with a delicious horror as his eyes turned from an icy cold to that of a blue flame, darkened with lust. He took another huff of his cigarette, his eyes narrowing.

"Come here." His free hand beckoned her over, the very motion setting her skin ablaze.

Her body moved with a mind of its own, kneeling down in front of him without his asking. He gave a small grunt of approval, his hand gripping the bottom of her chin. He gave her a small smile, his cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He used his other hand to grip his cock and pumped it slowly, enjoying the sight of her nearly panting for him.

"You were so concerned about my release, right?" He hummed, his hand moving from her chin to the back of her head. "Then why don't you finish me off?"

Tamara gulped at the idea, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen this side of Stephen before, even his own brother was nothing like this. Kevin had been soft, gentle, every time they made love it was as if they were confessing to each other as if they never had each night. With Stephen it was simply sex. Desire. Pure lust. She wasn't sure if now was the time to feel so conflicted, despite the fact that they already had sex. All she could focus on was the glaring red head that was his cock. She ignored her internal conflict and tucked them away. All she could really focus on was the large cock that was currently being tortured by its own master. Besides, she was hardly the type of person that would leave such a poor thing to be tortured. She had to help.

She gently moved his fist and replaced them with her own, his girth so wide it took both of her hands to fully wrap around him. She could see by the sudden muscle that bulged from his neck that he was suppressing his moans. She gave a mischievous smile, determined to hear his groans of pleasure. She hollowed her cheeks and gave the tip of his cock a wet kiss that sent shivers through his body. She watched his muscles on his chiseled chest tense and twitch as she repeatedly kissed him.

"Fuck Tamara!" He hissed, knotting his fists in her hair.

Tamara smiled, satisfaction sweeping through her. She swallowed him into her mouth, her tongue happily stroking his bulbous head. She used her hands to pump the parts of him that her mouth could not reach and soon she had him moaning her name despite his best efforts to conceal them.

"Shit Tamara... Fuck you only just started but I'm already so close."

His fingers pulled her head down and locked her onto his penis as he trusted up into her. "You won't mind if I use that pretty mouth of yours would you?" He gave an airy chuckle when Tamara moaned around him, her fingers returning to her clenching pussy, rubbing generously against her swollen nub that demanded attention.

She could feel the head of his cock ram against the back of her throat, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as he deep throated her. She sucked onto him, like a calf on a teat, her fist mimicking the walls of her pussy, letting him slide into her mouth roughly and squeezing him as he pulled out.

"Ugh, fuck... I'm going to cum in that tight little mouth of yours," he groaned, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple and down his chin. Tamara looked up and locked her gaze with his, giving another moan. The knowledge that he was so close made her own orgasm ride on the edge with him.

Suddenly his thrusts became wild and uncontrolled, making his cock go deep into her throat. Tamara was suddenly grateful for her controlled gag reflex when he pushed himself as far as he dared, blocking her airway, and came with an explosive spurt of semen into her mouth. His body arched in the chair he sat him, his hands forcing her head down into his crotch. Tamara quickly swallowed the salty substance, moaning drastically as the feeling of his orgasm pushed her over as she came over her own fingers.

He released her head, allowing her to pull off and rest against his inner thigh, and proceeded to pant heavily with his free arm draped over his eyes. Tamara fell to her knees and closed her eyes, her body officially spent.

Stephen dared a peak at her, staring down at her through a half-lidded eye. He couldn't help but smile when he saw his finished product. Her skin bruised, covered in a thin layer of sweat that made her glow despite their crappy lighting. Her hair tangled upon itself, no doubt happy with the pain it would cause it's owner when she would have to go to war with it tomorrow in order to brush it all out. Her clothes had been flung around the room, her bra in particular, hung over the rocking chair he had been in before their little sexathon happened.

And it was all because of him.

...

And the Vodka. You can never go wrong with some Vodka.

They sat there in a moment of silence, simply soaking in the after effects that came with hard sex. Tamara had been the first to speak.

"Neo is going to flip when he finds out we had sex on his counter."

Stephen snorted as laughter rushed out of him. "I'll clean it."

"I don't think that will matter." Tamara gave a small laugh of her own before stealing a glance towards him. He had been watching her contently, the dark lust new out of his eyes only left a soft glow of a sort of tenderness she hadn't expected to find in his icy blue orbs.

"We'll be arriving soon..." he pushed her bangs out of her face and tucked them behind her ear. "I should get to the driver seat.

"Since when have you been the pilot of this ship?" Tamara sneered.

"Since now."

"And what am I supposed to do then?"

Stephen rolled his eyes and leaned forward, using his hands to bring her up to meet him half way, placing a kiss onto her lips. He pulled back and stared lovingly into her eyes.

"You get to sit back, and tell me where to go."