Angry Jasper: Fifty-five

Kate fell back against the pillow and tussled sheets with a satisfied groan. Her arms and legs were still tangled in Jasper’s. For a moment they both wallowed in their post-coital bliss. Jazz was spent, but these few hours of uninhibited passion with Katy managed to sweep away the abuse of the last several days.

Their naked bodies were bathed in the blue green light of Europa’s subterranean ocean. They lay together in the softly lit pod as strange and beautiful creatures swam by. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat of their lovemaking. Her musky perfume enveloped him, and for the first time in a long while Jazz almost felt like he was home, whatever that meant.

Kate had managed to retrieve some of the unclaimed credits to her account. With a little help from Jazz she had purchased a new ship. The question was now where would she go. There was just too much to think about. For the moment it was enough to simply enjoy being close to Jazz.

“Well,” she stretched, “the earth was destroyed and millions of souls lost, but I got a new ship and got laid, so that’s something.”

“What about you and me?” Jazz said, groggily.

Katy scoffed. She wasn’t at all sure what she would do now, but she was certain of one thing. “You and me? We’d kill each other.”

“Why the hell would you say something so stupid?”

“Because you fail to comprehend the obvious, brain donor!”

“Witch!”

“Dickless!”

“Sow!” Jazz groaned. He had gone too far with that one. He wanted to take it back, but it was far too late. She grabbed his hairy nipple and twisted it hard. Jazz yelped with pain and smacked her hand away. He rolled out of bed and retreated to the other side of the pod. Kate glared at him.

“That;s for being such a shit!” she snarled.

Jazz laughed. He laughed so damn hard that his sides ached.

“You’re right,” he conceded. “We’d kill each other.”

She scooted from the bed and went to him. He gently touched her flushed face. Kate’s lips were soft and moist against his. She sighed with pleasure as he held her tight. There was a forlorn look on his face. He just looked so sad and lost. Kate’s heart went out to him.

“Don’t be a pussie,” she said.

He nodded and looked away at some dumb lumbering sea creature against the pod. Its sucker was trying to devour the pod before moving on.

“Will I ever see you again?” he asked.

“Told you, Jazz, you’re the best lay I ever had.”

That was the last thing he said to her. She turned and wrapped a sheet around her naked body. Jazz only nodded as she left the pod. He went to the bed. The memory of their passion was written in the swirled and crumpled sheets. There was still the depression in the pillow where her head had been. He breathed deeply, taking as much of her that still remained in the room before it was filtered away.

“Yeah, the best.”