Mercury Rising - Sex Stories

Mercury Rising

... station's retro thrusters fire before I felt anything. Then I slammed against metal, bounced off to the extent of my tether and slammed once more into the station's shifting mass. I grabbed. Grasped. Slipped and slammed again before finally holding on. Silhouetted by the dazzling sun, Ben spun away from me, his tether whirling, his limp arms flailing. I stretched for him and missed, stretched again, but he was quickly out of reach. He drifted into the planet's shadow and then he was gone. The machines had stopped and in response, the retro thrusters had fired to maintain our position above them. It was the only explanation. I slipped from bearable twilight into blinding daylight, had only moments to get inside. Thrusters flared again. The station lurched. The massive door hatch swinging towards my head was the last thing I remembered. Rescue vehicle launched from surface 16:27 Arrived 17:43 Scott: Alicia? Oh, God! Her face! Dear God! I think she's dead. Sanchez: Get her inside. Quickly. Scott: Roger that. Scott: No sign of Forsyth? Sanchez: Negative. The station's empty. He's gone. Gone... 'Stop playback.' 'Though Miss Martinez' suit retained its integrity, it was never designed for such long and intense exposure. Her body suffered severe burns. The exact extent of the cellular damage due to prolonged radiation ...

... exposure is yet to be quantified.' * The eventual settlement meant I would never have to work again, which was good, because I would never be able to. I sat outside the courthouse, my mind numb, my body silently enjoying the cool of a late autumn afternoon. Despite my damaged senses, her voice was unmistakeable. 'Alicia! God, I'm so terribly sorry to put you through that. The lawyers insisted...' I reached out to touch her arm, but found instead the soft rounded swell of her belly. She covered my scarred hand and held it there. The baby kicked. I jumped and pulled away, but she held on. I relaxed, spread my swollen digits, got as close as I could to all that remained of him. Sylvia whispered. 'Space junk killed him?' I shrugged. It hurt. 'Probably. There's enough of it. It's a mess, Syl. We cut too many corners.' 'Did... did Ben say anything, you know, during the radio blackout? Anything you didn't...' 'Yes.' I coughed, swallowed a gobbet of bloody phlegm and slobbered. 'He said...' For some unknown reason, I took off my hat, scarf, and dark glasses, showed her the blistered skin, the wispy hair, the hollow sockets. She gasped. 'Oh, my poor girl. My poor girl!' She was crying. Before I knew it, I was lying. 'Yes, he did. He talked about the baby. All the time about you and the baby. And... he said that he loved you.' *****