The Meeting on Illium

by lander01

Joker has been lusting after Miranda quietly for years. He gets a sudden shock when one day he and he alone finds out about a special rendezvous taking place in 3 hour's time between Miranda and a strange man on Illium. With great difficulty, Joker tries to get a close eye in on this meeting as it occours. M rated for smut. (The smut isn't light in this story, be warned)

1. The Chat

1

The sharp pangs of desire were turning into a acute, quivering, unbearable sickness as Miranda placed her gloved hand on Joker's shoulder. A soapy, coconut smell which was in all reality quite mild, bled into the air and filled joker up like a drink. Then she spoke. The thought that she might have known only occurred to Joker now.

"Doing well, Joker, EDI?"

"Oh yeah. Just flying along" Joker spoke in an ordinary tone, but with the force and strain of a yell

"Everything is as it should be, Miss Lawson" EDI's hologram promptly collapsed in on itself and switched off.

"Funny, not having EDI on in the cockpit." She said

"Oh!" Joker said quivering as her hand limply declined down his shoulder, his back, and when it was swinging back down her side, she gathered both arms and folded them. "I don't have her on all the time, I'm just enjoying the view".

He had not spun around yet to look at Miranda, but did angle the ship instinctively as she arrived, putting a nice starless patch of black beneath her ghostly reflection in the cockpit window. He had not even looked at that yet. He was swelling, straining.

"Well I'd like to go to Illium within 2 hours, if that is possible."It was unusual that Miranda would try to set a destination. But at that request, a sudden fire that wilted Joker's already soft, brittle body burned inside of him. Joker thought that his body language, as hard as he might try to subdue the physical manifestation of his extreme anxiety, was probably worth addressing. He didn't look well - he couldn't have. But maybe she hasn't seen his face properly. She can't tell he's shivering with her hand no longer his shoulder. Maybe she doesn't know!

Miranda, leaning on one leg, tried to look around at Joker who had stalled in his reply. "Illium, sure. Got to ask the Commander though… EDI, get the Commander on comms."

...

"Joker."

"Commander. Miranda Lawson has requested that we travel to the Crescent Nebula - Tasale System - Illium. She's here with me."

"What does she want there?"

Involuntarily, Joker inclined his head as if to refer his attention back to Miranda. He saw the watery, blurred outline of her left side in his furthest peripheral. Miranda put her hand back on his shoulder and said "Personal business, Commander." It was becoming more real by the sentence. If the pangs in Joker's chest could make sound the whines would reach the engine room. "If there is nothing that needs our attention, I would like to visit eastern Illium."

The comm line went quiet. Miranda leaned in a little harder on Joker's shoulder. Good God, did she know? That smell! That soapy wonderful smell.

"How long would it take?"

"20 minutes - a few of hours" Joker and Miranda answered at the same time. He burned and swelled. The composure she had in this veiled conversation! Did she know he could decipher her?

"Oh." Miranda said, "I will spend a couple of hours there. Max."

"Right, I'll take about 20 minutes to get there".

"Ok take us to eastern Illium, I'll find some business there too, I'm sure".

"Great. Thank you Commander." Miranda said, reliving Joker's tortured shoulder.

They closed the comms and Joker set about for the nearest Mass Relay, dreading any more conversation with Miranda that might lead to incrimination. But there was no more conversation. Miranda thanked him and turned and walked down the neck of the ship. He stalled. He wanted to look around at her. He took too long. When he did that powerful body was carrying her away around the centre comms table towards the open elevator.

Joker shut his eyes and slid down in his chair. EDI blinked on. "Would you like me to set the destination?" She said. Joker nodded. He felt a great knot inside of him enduring even in her absence. Waves of burning helplessness swirling in a powerful maelstrom in the pit of his stomach. EDI blinked off and the ship accelerated.

2

Joker was taking a healthy amble around the ship in the early hours of the crew's new day, as they silently orbited a nearby star. Gorgeous scents of energising foods were flooding the mess hall as people sat or stood, talking, eating. The place was bustling. Joker enjoyed these early day strolls hugely because it was one of those uncommon opportunities to put himself, of his own accord and with his own brittle legs, in and amongst the general hubbub available to stout, healthy, thick-boned people. But also because this rabble didn't assemble under most normal conditions. It was nice to see everyone together.

Joker drained his drink and said goodbye to the cook as he was walking out of the mess hall, giving a couple of smiles and "Hey!"s on his way out.

As he stood in front of the elevator a thought occurred and he looked to his right. Miranda hadn't been present. He had been there since the chef had, loitering around him, drinking, snatching free plates. Miranda had definitely not come to eat. He thought he'd bring her some food and fetched a new plate before arriving at her door. He never misses a chance to see Miranda. Seeing her perched at her desk. Seeing her powerful legs carry her through the ship. Seeing her walk away. He liked that most.

Miranda's room was vacant. Joker called out a number of times, each time stepping further in and leaning on an ever steeper incline. She was showering, or she had some business elsewhere in the ship, maybe she's - a soft, persistent ding noise was made suddenly audible when the doors behind him shut and silenced the mess hall with one great clunking lock. A few seconds passed, another ding. Another and another one quickly after that. Joker stalked towards the desk tentatively, holding the plate out on one palm like a waiter. He leaned over her desk, tilted the screen back and tapped at the orange pulsating glow in the corner. Like a lightening bolt through his body, he fell back onto his heels. He began perspiring intensely. And nearly heaving. What was that? It couldn't have actually… After a second's deliberation he balanced the plate of the corner of the desk and rushed around to the front. Ding.

A massage reading "you have quite an effect on me" had just been sent in a chat beneath the picture he saw a moment ago. A pale, gleaming, form of unbelievable beauty had slid up on the screen. The head was omitted - the clavicle - the soft, white clavicle was at the top of the picture. That's the Normandy shower! Joker was swelling, dying. The side on form of Miranda lingered on the page. The picture was taken with her right hand, outstretched, at shoulder level, aiming down her body. The breasts! How beautifully they hang! And the nipples! So pink! So pale and pink, and uncharacteristically thick. They stood stout on the round surface of her breast. Her thighs. So magnificently thick and toned. The famous backside, of which only the globular outline could be seen from the side. Her stomach, so toned and ridged. How wide her hips curved down to those incredible thick thighs.

Joker looked at the other messages; the chat log was not long.

[00:00:00] He likes you too! Say hi!

[00:00:07] [M] Hello.

[00:00:24] [D] Hey, how's it going?

[00:00:30] [M] I'm interested in your service. I would like the 2000 credit service.

[00:00:49] [D] well, hang on there i've got some questions. Get to know me

[00:01:06] [D] it's a nice tummy you've got

[00:01:09] [M] Thank you.

[00:01:19] [D] that's not all there is of you is there?

[00:01:26] [D] You're not just sending over a tummy are you.

[00:01:34] [M] I'm sorry, I thought it would be enough.

[00:01:47] [D] well, I would like more before hand

[00:01:52] [M] I don't take pictures of myself.

[00:02:16] [D] sorry, just having a picture of your tummy isn't enough, I need to see you before I accept it.

[00:02:49] [M] Not my face and not naked.

[00:02:59] [D] i'd like to see your face and you must be naked too

[00:03:10] [M] I am not sending over my face and I am keeping my underwear on.

[00:03:21] [D] well the body had better be outstanding then

[00:07:47] [M] [DOWNLOAD PICTURE]

[00:08:13] [D] Wow

[00:08:24] [D] write something in the condensation. Write my name. And remove the bra for god's sake

[00:09:13] [M] [DOWNLOAD PICTURE]

[00:09:37] [D] My god, you just walk around in that body?

[00:10:15] [D] show me it all

[00:10:43] [D] [DOWNLOAD PICTURE]

[00:11:02] [D] how am I doing?

[00:11:52] [M] [DOWNLOAD PICTURE]

[00:12:21] [D] you have quite an effect on me

[00:12:42] [D] [DOWNLOAD PICTURE]

[00:13:03] [D] I'm an ass man, I sense something incredible. From those pictures. Let me see

[00:13:42] [M] Enough. I have given you enough.

[00:14:21] [D] when do you want to meet?

[00:14:52] [M] As soon as possible.

[00:15:13] [D] send me a good, clear shot of your ass and I'll make room for you in a couple of hours.

[00:16:37] [M] 3 hours time? 43:00 Illium time.

[00:16:52] [D] I can do that

[00:16:58] [M] [DOWNLOAD PICTURE]

[00:17:12] [D] oh my god, look at that thing

[00:17:23] [D] spank it for me and show me the mark

[00:17:34] [M] Where shall I meet you?

[00:17:59] [D] Thormin's cafe, 43:00.

[00:18:59] [D] [DOWNLOAD PICTURE]

[00:20:00] [D] what will you be wearing, so I can recognise you?

[00:20:21] [M] I will be wearing a semi-casual combat suit. Pure white, with a grey hexagonal pattern. Dark gloves and boots and belt too.

[00:20:48] [D] Who are you?

[00:21:01] [Margaret Ariwood has left the chat]

The after image of Miranda's backside lingered not just in his eyes, but in every part of him. Every sense in him panting, heaving for a simulacrum of possession over that image. His hands felt that meaty, doughy, round form, the tips of his fingers felt the wet, rubbery glide across the cheeks. He could smell, taste, feel her for an instant before it all was shattered by the sudden abandonment of the chat by the lady Margaret Ariwood. Joker grabbed his plate and dashed for the door, one giant throbbing body, engorged all over. As he was at the elevator door, panting it occurred to him to minimise the chat window. He dashed back and closed the screen, knocking it a touch as he paced out.

The elevator door swooshed open and to his right, Miranda Lawson stepped out of the showers in her white suit and entered her room.

3

60 minutes after invading Miranda's room, Joker, drifting aimlessly, powering the ship on and off and thrusting it in random directions in that way he did that infuriated the engineers below deck, Miranda went to meet him, put her hand on his shoulder and asked him to fly to Illium.

It was 10 minutes after that encounter that the blue glow of the local mass relay was reaching with thrusting tentacles towards the ship. They lurched in random directions, each whip of thin blue energy drawing nearer until it was enmeshed in a soft blue case and flung across the galaxy. Illium was immediately in sight as their ship rested. Usually Joker would announce that they were approaching Illium. But this time he just slumped in his chair, languidly rubbing a particular spot on his inner thigh.

Joker began to peel his eyes open and shake off the stillness in his body as he raised his omni-tool. He downloaded the map of the surrounding area of Thormin's cafe for safe keeping. He was still a good 12 minutes from landing in Illium and It was still a white spec in the studded sheet of space.