Angry Jasper: Twenty-three

As rounds chewed apart the walls earth around them Jazz pulled Kate down a side street. He kicked open an old wooden door as the battle cruiser blasted the street with its heavy cannons in stinging showers of earth and rock. Jazz shoved Kate through the door and followed as the cruiser hammered the building. The force of the blasts flung them against the far wall and splintered the door. Jazz landed up on top of her, which, given the circumstances, wasn’t a bad place to be.

“Care to explain all that?” he asked.

“All what?” she asked.

“Don’t play dumb.”

“At least for me it’s just playing,” she shot back. “Figure it out.”

“Trying,” he said. “I don’t like what I keep coming up with, though.”

A huge explosion rocked the street. Dust and bits of stone showered the pair. Kate hugged him closer. She somehow felt safer in his arms.

“I’d say we’ve got bigger problems than your dumb questions, Jazz.”

“Dumb?” He pushed the door back into place as best he could, then braced it with a couple of boulders. It wasn’t much, but at least they were out of the worst of the fighting for a time.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“I come to find some puke kid.”

“The money must be good.”

“Better than good. Maybe I can retire from bounty hunting.”

“I know you’d give your left nut to quit.”

“Once upon a time I had two, till you crushed ‘em.”

“Jazz, you have to admit we were no good for each other.”

“We were great together!” he protested.

“In the sack.”

“Right.”

“That ain’t enough.”

“What more do we need?”

“Sometimes, Jazz, you’re dumber than a rock.”

“And sometimes I’d like to smack the crap out of you.”

“Only if you want your ass kicked right back.”

Though he often threatened they’d only come to blows once before, except for that first night together. That other time Kate had pushed him just a bit too far and he'd slapped her hard enough to draw blood. She climbed back to her feet with a look that sent chills through Jazz. In a fit of what could only be described as animal rage, she damn near killed him. Not that he wasn’t bigger and stronger, but when Katy got into a fight she was a hell of a lot scarier.

“Don’t temp me, space tramp!”

“I’d love it, Peter Pan.”

They glared at one another until it came to a head, the way it always did.

“Your boobs looked awesome when I first saw you today.”

Outside the battle grew to a crescendo. More rebels poured into the fray. The drone of Corporation ships and explosions was deafening. Suddenly two rebel soldiers burst through the door. Katy shoved Jazz away and dispatched them with two well-aimed shots. Pushing what remained of the door closed again she turned to find that familiar look in his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re horny?”

“Want to?” he grinned like a dumb kid. An explosion leveled the building next door. In the street the battle had degraded into a bloody hand-to-hand scrap. The screams of dying men punctuated the clatter of gunfire and ARP rounds chewing up the rubble-strewn lane. Katy shook her head.

“Sure.”

“Really?” he asked, somewhat surprised.

“Just a quickie,” she replied. “I don’t want to die in the middle of an orgasm!”

“Can’t think of a better time to go,” he remarked, tugging off a boot.

She shimmied from her outfit. Jazz was quickly naked, sporting his right and ready manhood. He swaggered a bit and swung his hips at her a little, shaking his thing. She smiled and bit her lip demurely. Scratch that, she bit her lip hungrily, feeling as though she could devour him with her lust. He had changed quite a bit over the years. He had put on a pound or two(or twenty). There were more scars, and the hair grayed at his temples, but despite all that he still looked damn good to her.

Jazz took in her natural beauty for a moment, as though she was a juicy hunk of beef or a sticky hunk of pie to a starving man. How he would attack her, cover himself in her sweet juices, bury himself among her huge balloons and those milky-white thighs. He could already taste her, and licked his lips in anticipation. He’d hold those hips and drive his ship into her docking bay until they were both spent and quivering. He longed to be held by sturdy legs that could just about break a man’s hips in the throes of climax. If there was a hierarchy in the annals of sex then Kate was an admiral. Jazz rose to a full salute without using his hands! Aye, aye, admiral!

She didn’t mount him right away. Instead she teased a moment making him shudder and moan with anticipation. They found each other quite naturally, giving a mutual groan as she settled fully upon him. Funny how, when after months or years apart, that they always came together so perfectly. His hands went to her aching breasts, and they found that usual rhythm again. Kate groaned, pressing herself hard against him. She was in ecstasy and in awe. It just didn’t seem natural for a man to be this excited, but who was she to complain?

“Is that all you?” she gasped in amazement.

“Don’t know who you been doin’” he held those beautiful breasts, kneading their softness and heat. They were at a fever pace now.

“God, I missed you, Jazz.”

“Reckon you can tell how much I missed you, Kate.”

“Getting’ a hint,” she growled lustily.

Kate was just getting into the act, her sultry and unrestrained moans drowned in the sounds of street battle. But as the battle drew closer Jazz got distracted, just as she was getting close. Before long it was more than she could do alone.

“You could work a little too,” she complained.

“What?” He was losing his excitement. Kate frowned with disappointment.

“This could be our last time…”

He pursed his lips and cut her off quickly. “When were you gonna tell me you were with the rebellion?”

“And have you get hammered in some Martian bar and blab it all over the place? Now could you concentrate on the task at hand?”

To hell with it, he thought. He wasn’t about to let something as trivial as the rebellion, or something that sounded like Armageddon outside ruin a great piece of ass. He recovered and returned to her just as strong as ever. Katy couldn’t have been happier and responded in kind, whooping and hollering with pleasure...