Chapter 9: Jessica Rabbit Part One

Teresa

Sitting up in my bunk, I swung my legs over the edge and walked to the table in the centre of my quarters, picking up the cardboard package of cigarettes and lit one up. Perched on the edge of the table I breathed in a heavy drag, what were we going to do about Lister? He still hadn't decided if he was going to keep the baby yet. We weren't really in a position to have kids, even though it was unwritten that we were socially expected to have children, being the last human beings alive. And neither of us knew the first thing about raising children. Sure I'd wanted some some day, but that was miles off in the future. And that was when I had some kind of support network, one that wasn't Rimmer and the Cat.

I couldn't believe Deb had gotten Dave knocked up like this. Because I know he wouldn't have treated her like this if the roles were reversed. Here we were thinking that the only difference between our universes was gender but clearly there was a lot more than that. This whole trip into the other universe had changed everything.

If there could be a brightside to this situation, at least I no longer felt conflicted over Rimmer. Even if he hadn't've been acting like a complete and utter bastard over the pregnancy, there was still the simple matter of him being a major slimeball. The things he'd said recently… But I'd still kissed him back then. I'd wanted to, he'd wanted me to. It was like he couldn't make up his mind over who I was to him. He treated me like I was just some pair of legs for someone to slot themselves between one moment, other times he thought I was some fragile, overly delicate and emotional foreign species completely immune to reason. And that made me so angry, he should not be able to treat me, or any other woman like this. But he did. And that made me even more angry I fell for that cute look of adoration, his normally smarmy, flared nostrils look had been wiped clean off his face, and he'd sat all pathetic, in his pale blue pyjamas, looking at me like I was his whole entire world. And I'd absolutely melted. Because no one had ever looked at me like that.

'Morning Resa,' Holly chimed enthusiastically as he popped up on the mirror. I glanced up at him and smiled softly. 'What's happenin' then?'

'Not much Hol, any word from Dave yet?' I asked. He shook his head.

'Hasn't gotten out of bed yet,' Holly replied.

'He hasn't gotten out of bed for days,' I commented and Holly nodded.

'I think he's a bit depressed,' Holly answered and I sighed. I would be too.

'I'll go'n see 'im,' I said and pushed off the table I'd been leaning on and walked towards the door. I took quick steps towards the boys' quarters only to find Rimmer walking out at the exact moment I was going to walk in.

'You can't smoke that in there, not now he's pregnant,' he said and I rolled my eyes.

'You're just excited you have a more legitimate excuse rather than, I don't like the smell,' I commented and he huffed. I flicked the almost finished cigarette at the door frame and walked inside, not bothering to stub it out.

'Hey! You can't leave a lit cigarette in the hallway,' he yelled, running back in after me.

'Hey Resa,' Lister greeted softly, barely looking up at me. I pushed myself up on his bunk, using Rimmer's for a leg up, much to the protest of the latter.

'Hey,' I said just as softly, patting him on the knee. 'You gonna get up today?'

'What for?' he sighed.

'Well, the officers' decks have been fully decontaminated, I figured we'd move,' I suggested. He raised an eyebrow.

'How come?' he asked.

'Well, it was only a matter of time before I moved back to my old room, and it doesn't really make sense to have decks between us when we're the only people around. Why don't you come with? You'd have a much nicer room for starters, a bit more space from Rimmer..' I explained.

'Hey!' Rimmer cried out indignantly.

'We could go through the rest of the crew's stuff,' I added and he perked up at that. 'We could finally find out if those rumours about Petrovich are true.'

These rumours had proved true already in the alternate dimension we'd been in with our parallel counterparts of the opposite sex, but they hadn't here. Or at least, not to Lister and Rimmer. I actually already did know they were true, since I'd been there for that express purpose, but it might give Dave something to do. Rimmer perked up about this, excited he might finally be able to get one up on the other smarmy wannabes in this place. Even if those smarmy wannabes were already dead. Even if he was also one of the smarmy wannabes.

'Yeah, but those rumours were started by Rimmer,' Lister said, deciding against it and slumping back down against his pillows. Laying down beside him, I propped my arms up on his side, peering over at his face.

'Just because they were started by a jealous, broad nosed, salamander, does not necessarily mean they won't pan out to be true,' I told him and he chuckled at my description, glancing back over his shoulder at me as I continued to lean on him. 'Come on, it'll be no fun on me own.'

'Fine,' he sighed and gestured for me to move out of his way. Climbing out from behind him, I jumped off the bunk and he clambered down the ladder beside me, walking over to the pile on the floor where he kept his trousers and very holy, very stinky socks.

Waiting for him to get dressed, I walked out into the corridor, stopping to pick up my still burning cigarette on the way. I took a deep drag and Lister laughed, shaking his head as we walked. Rimmer hurried after us, yelling and lecturing as he tried to keep up. Making it up the lift in under ten minutes, we headed down the hallway towards Todhunter and Petrovich's sleeping quarters. Opening the door with a whoosh, I stepped inside and started on the closet, going through his clothes until I found the well hidden display cabinet he kept his organised supply.

'See, what'd I tell ya,' I said, putting the case on the bench and opening it to reveal all the various levels of pills. Fingertips flicking through the various dime bags, I scanned for my favourites and ignored the things that were potentially dangerous and doubly addictive. 'MDMA, E, coke, all the good stuff.'

'The good stuff, only you could call it that. That Terrance got you hooked, didn't he?' Rimmer exclaimed and I rolled my eyes at him. Perching on the table next to the box, I pulled out the log book detailing all of his customers and their usual orders. Flicking through, I found my own name and pointed it out to him.

'Rimmer, I was a client of Petrovich's long before we ever met our parallel selves. All the officers used these to party. Todhunter couldn't get through the day without bumping a few lines by the sink,' I explained. 'It's probably why he was so randy all the time.' As I held the book out for him I slowly flicked through the pages showing all the names Petrovich had logged and Rimmer screwed up his face.

'I knew there was a reason I could never get up the first rung of the ladder, you're all a bunch of junkies. In fact, the only name I can't see on here is Lister's,' Rimmer said and I nodded. While Lister had had his fair share of fun, he wasn't a regular user. And he certainly never came to this deck for anything other than visiting my sister, or vending machine repairs. 'I'll bet it's because you've got a lower class dealer, am I right, m'laddo?'

'Has it ever occurred to you that I might just prefer having a few pints?' Lister asked, still rifling through Todhunter's side of the wardrobe. Still, I knew I was relatively safe and he wasn't about to start donning salmon coloured dress shirts or military blue polos with little horses in the corner.

'Lister, what you consume on a regular basis would not be considered a few on any planet in the known universe,' Rimmer said and I snorted.

'While that's true,' I said, smiling at Dave. 'Lister really doesn't use. And I only partook when I was going out with friends or on leave. But as the end came near those nights were few and far between.'

'Yes I imagine it all got very tiresome, having loads of friends to go out and get loose with,' Rimmer said, rolling his eyes at me. Closing the log book, I put it back in the case and climbed up off the table, a sad smile on my face. I had been popular, back in the day. Kochanski's were trendy, going to the best schools, living in the best areas, shopping at all the posh shops. I had been popular, once upon a time. But then I did something very untrendy.

'Actually, after I switched jobs, Lister and Captain Hollister were my only friends, Lister more so than the Captain,' I explained and he looked over at me, shocked.

'You kept Lister?' He spluttered just as Lister opened his arms to me. Nodding, I ducked in for a hug, letting him hold me tightly. He rocked me a little as we stood there, no matter how bad he was feeling about his personal situation, he was always able to be kind to someone else.

'Of course I did, he was the only person who didn't care what job I had, just who I was as a person, he's the only one who ever really liked me for me,' I replied, sinking in further, nuzzling my head a little into his shoulder. 'So no matter what, I'm going to be here every step of the way to help.'

'And your idea of helping is traipsing around the decks, going through other people's belongings, is it?' Rimmer said, giving me a dirty look like he wasn't the one most excited to be here. Ignoring him, I went back into the wardrobe, finding a hidden supply of Better Than Life games. 'You're not looking out for him at all, are you? You're just here to get your next fix, aren't you? Smegging junkie.'

'Have you lot ever played this?' I asked, ignoring him and gesturing to the triangle shaped case in my hand.

'Yeah but we stopped promptly after Rimmer's imagination tried to take our thumbs,' Lister replied, shaking his head and going back to pulling out t-shirts and holding themselves up against his body. He dumped the ones he wanted on the table, the rest on the floor. Shrugging, I decided it wasn't my room he was trashing, and I'd never much liked Todhunter. Not after all the crap he pulled with me.

'Hang on, what does this mean, here,' Rimmer said, pointing animatedly at the payment section. Petrovich wasn't just meticulous, he was anal retentive when it came to keeping records. He marked off if people paid him, when, and how. 'What does MBC mean?'

'Mouth and butt cheeks,' I replied and Lister snorted a little as Rimmer looked furious. Going through the cupboard a little more, I got my hands on a wrapped cardboard box with a gift tag on it.

'But that's written next to your name,' he exclaimed and I shrugged at him. Rimmer wasn't my boyfriend, he wasn't even my friend, I owed him no explanations as to what I did with anyone, ever.

Slipping out of the room, I headed down the hall, and for my own room with the gift wrapped box in hand. I couldn't help it, I was curious why there was a box in Petrovich's cupboard with my name on it. My quarters weren't far down this corridor, which was why it had been so easy to take Todhunter home that night, not that it had proved worth it. I should have left him in a heap on the floor. Horrible git. Opening the door, I found exactly as I'd left it three million and three years ago, a mess. Sighing, I pulled the sheets off the bed and dumped them into the laundry hamper. With all the bedding sorted, I went under the sink for a plastic bag and started picking up all my rubbish. This trip to a parallel universe had been a bad experience for multiple reasons, it taught us how much of a mistake it was to trust our alternate selves, Lister had gotten pregnant, and worse still, I'd discovered I was incredibly horny and my choices were a mutant cat virgin, or my sister's stinky ex boyfriend who was up to his eyeballs in his own problems. Trust me to be lusting after the one smeghead I couldn't touch.

Grabbing all my laundry, I abandoned my garbage bag and went to put on a load down the ship's laundrette, grabbing my things from downstairs along the way. Still, at least I managed to get Lister out of bed for the day. With everything in the wash, waiting to be moved to the dryer, I perched on top of it to think. How had our lives turned out like this? How was this what was destined to happen to us? There had to be some way out, how could Lister simply be so accepting of his fate? This fate, one that trapped us three million and three years into deep space with no hope of making it back to Earth within our lifetime?

'What does it mean?' Rimmer said and I glanced up from my spot on the washer to see him standing in the doorway. So deep in thought, I mustn't have heard it open. 'Mouth and butt cheeks, what does that mean?'

'Pretty much exactly what it sounds like, Rimmer, though not that that's any of your business,' I replied bitterly. It could have been, maybe, if he'd wanted it to. If he'd met me for a cuppa, I'd have sat with him, talked. Then I'd have asked him down the disco, and he would have come, he would have been miserable, rude. I'd have gotten him drunk, tried to get him dancing. It could have been sweet, we could have split a kebab on the way home. But that never happened, and so this was none of his business.

'So he exploited you then, a well respected, senior officer of the crew and he exploited you,' he said and I scoffed, shaking my head. 'He did, he got you dependent on drugs and then used them to extort sex out of you.'

'No,' I said with a sad smile. 'Petrovich was actually really sweet to me, and he was gentle. Always made sure I was looked after, even in business transactions. In fact, he treated me better than any guy I'd been with before him. One night out with some friends, they all took theirs and left without paying, leaving me alone. I only had enough dollarpounds for what I wanted, he told me he had an alternative.'

'So I was right, he extorted you. He could have gone after your friends, tracked them down and made them pay, instead he used you,' Rimmer said, and honestly, it might have been a little true. Petrovich and I often made the exchange, but I didn't exactly order much from him each time. It was never more than two caps, and he often threw in a bump for free, provided he got to pick the location I snorted it from. Perhaps that was why Todhunter was so keen to get with me. Maybe he thought I was the slapper the circumstances made me out to be.

'Think what you like Rimmer, it was three million years ago,' I said with a shrug. Hopping off the machine, I walked away from him, reminiscing about the gentle way he'd touched me, careful not to mess up my makeup or my hair, how he never thrust too hard. Petrovich always helped me dress afterwards, making sure I was cleaned up nice and proper. He'd always acted like a gentleman around me.

This wasn't fair, I wanted to go back. Lister had gotten to, Rimmer had, they even took the Cat. Maybe it was unfair of me to be fussing over this, Lister had so many of his own problems, I was supposed to be supporting him through them. All I could think about was floor sixteen. There was a way back, an easy way back I could leave, I could get out of this. Course, there would be no changing my mind, no going back if I did. And there was no guarantee that if I did it, it would actually work. Lister and the Cat had left the ship, gone on shore and met with my sister in a hotel, but they'd returned after one day, back to three million years into the future. What would happen if they stayed, what would happen if they stayed on the planet and watched the ship sail away? Was that even possible?

'Holly,' I called, hurrying along the corridor to my own quarters. Stepping inside I moved around the garbage bag and went straight to my closet.

'Yes Teresa?' Holly replied and I threw open the door.

'That stasis leak, was it ever fixed?' I asked, looking back over my shoulder and he made a face.

'Adding it to your to-do list? I thought you'd go back to focusing on the computer suite,' he said and I shot him an impatient look. 'No, no we haven't got to repairing it yet, we're not sure exactly how it's leaking. But I guess I'll leave that in your capable hands, shall I?'

'Yeah, leave it with me, Hol,' I agreed, grabbing hold of the hanger I'd been looking for. Guess I would be making an appearance as Jessica Rabbit afterall.

It wouldn't take long, one last hurrah. Just one night, nobody would even notice I was gone. Everyone on the ship would see me having a good time, looking beautiful, I'd show them just how little their criticism meant to me, and then I could finally put this self doubt to bed. I'd be whole again and I could take care of Lister properly, he'd need me, he'd need a friend by his side, a hand to hold, no matter what he decided. He'd need a plan, he'd need a partner, and I could do that, I could be there for him. I just needed to do that first.

Hopping into the shower, I made sure to be extra careful when shaving, not leaving a single nick in the skin. Extra sparkly clean, I made sure I looked and smelled amazing. Hair dried and styled so perfectly it would put the Cat to shame, I worked on my makeup. This would be the best night ever, the one I got everything I ever wanted. I'd get my revenge, I'd put them all to shame. Slipping into my sparkly red dress, I realised that this plan was short one vital detail. This dress could not be zipped up alone, I couldn't reach the zipper tab at my lower back and bring it all the way up to my shoulder blades. Well, that and I couldn't wear any knickers in it either. Stepping into my strappy red heels, I headed out into the hallway, holding the back of my dress shut, hoping I ran into the Cat for fear of Lister stopping my plan before I ever put it into motion.

'Kochanski,' I heard behind me and groaned. Turning around, Rimmer was glaring at me for my audible distaste at the sound of his voice. Then his face shifted. 'Hang on a minute, have you been reading my diary?'

'What?' I scoffed, shaking my head at him. 'Why would I want to… you keep a diary? How's that go? "Dear diary, today I woke up and decided to be an insufferable smegger and make the lives of those around me miserable until the day I die and long after." on repeat until you run out of pages?'

'Why are you dressed as Jessica Rabbit? And why haven't you zipped your dress up at the back?' he asked and I shot him a look of disdain.

'If I could zip this up, do you not think I could?' I said with a roll of my eyes and started walking away. 'Goodbye Rimmer.'

'Where are you going?' he called after me as I made sure to keep a firm grasp on the back of my dress. I wanted to keep any potential embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions to an absolute minimum, assuming I couldn't completely avoid them.

Petrovich opened the door to his quarters, not surprised to see me. On a night like tonight, I'd expect he was incredibly busy. Thankfully, Todhunter was already out for the night, no doubt harassing young female officers on the dancefloor, and there were thankfully dozens of floors between us. As soon as I stepped inside he closed the doors behind me. Feeling hands on my back, he zipped up the fabric of my dress, finally containing my modesty.

'The usual?' he asked and I smiled gently at him. 'I thought I'd be seeing you tonight, costume's nice. You see the Captain's going as a big brown hen?'

'Yeah, did you hear Rimmer painted him green? Spent the afternoon combing the green paint out of his costume for him,' I replied, trying to make sure I mentioned things that actually happened today. Thankfully, I knew where I'd be all night so there was no risk of me running into my past self. 'Listen, I'm a bit short on dollarpounds tonight, can we work something out?'

'Yeah, I figured you would be. It's a busy night tonight, I'm not exactly going to be short,' he told me, going into his closet to get out the gear and his logbook. 'I made sure to wait for you, actually, plenty of petrol in the tank,' he said with a wink.

'Oh, is that right?' I replied, shooting him a flirty smile. He chuckled as he filled out his book. When he was done he walked over with a dime bag, opening the ziplock and taking one out. Poking my tongue out, I let him place the carefully measured capsule on the wet appendage, licking his fingers softly as I pulled it into my mouth and swallowed.

'One for now,' he said, and placed the bag on the table. 'One for later tonight. Now, fancy a bump?'

'Actually, I wanted to do something else first,' I said and stepped closer to him. When the night was over, he'd be a pile of dust. I'd be three million years into the future, I could afford to be bold. I'd never kissed him before, these were business transactions after all.

'Oh?' he said and I nodded, grabbing the lapels of his uniformed shirt and pulled him towards me. He responded quickly and easily, lips crashing against mine and applying gentle pressure. He shifted his hands to my hips and steered me backwards to the metal table his kit was resting on, lifting me up so I was sitting on it. His tongue snaked into my mouth, running across the roof and sending tingling sensations right through my brain.

Fisting his starched shirt, I pulled him closer as he kissed me, god, this felt amazing. When I'd kissed Terrance, it was spectacular, but I chalked that down to a combination of narcissism and drug use. This however, was pure lust, and it was amazing. The MDMA cap he'd given me wouldn't have kicked in yet, so this was pure sexual attraction. He wanted me, even if it was only for shallow reasons, and it felt good. It was nice to be wanted. Reaching behind me, Petrovich slid his hands up to between my shoulderblades, unzipping the dress he'd only just done up for me. It fell down my body, pooling at my waist and exposing my breast to the night air of the temperature controlled ship. He moved his mouth down my neck, creating a slightly wet trail down to my breasts. My nipples peaked with arousal, and I let out a moan when he flicked his tongue over one of the buds. Lifting me by my hips, he pulled my dress off the rest of the way and hung it over the back of one of the chairs. Running his hands up my bare thighs, he spread my knees gently.

'Worked up, are we?' he asked, eying my already glistening folds. Nodding eagerly, I grabbed his hands and pulled him closer. Petrovich liked it raw that was why he always had people pay with their mouth and arse. With him spending all his time raising extra cash dealing in illicit substances, he couldn't risk any unplanned pregnancies, hopefully tonight he'd make an exception. 'Poor little thing.'

Dropping to the floor on his knees, he ducked forwards. He'd never been shy about the use of his tongue on my body, it had never been in my mouth before, and it had never been here either. Sure, it wasn't the cock I was expecting, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Free cunnilingus was free cunnilingus. Kissing wet and sloppy kisses over the insides of my thighs he made his way to my centre. Building anticipation, I eagerly awaited the moment he'd make first contact. I wanted to feel that tongue someplace errotic, and I wanted it soon. Wet tongue swiping a line up my folds from molten hot core to clit I let out a long awaited groan. His hand slipped up my inner thigh still damp from his kisses. He swiped his fingers over my folds a few times as his tongue tickled my clit, slipping them in. Working his fingers in and out of me in time with his delicate tongue play, he very quickly built up heat in the pit of my stomach. Boy he was good at this. So many years wasted on the upper middle class and upper class officers in my circles. What I needed was a lower class guy working his way up the Space Core ladder. Petrovich was no stranger to hard work, or oral sex, as I found in this case. He was good at this, really good at this.

'Smeg,' I hissed, taking one of my hands off the table to slot through his dark hair. A fire burned within me, getting me slightly sweaty and ruining all the effort I'd made cleaning up in the shower not twenty minutes ago. Well, three million years in the future actually. My toes curled in my strappy red heels and I lifted a leg over to balance on his shoulder. 'I'm close, so close.'

'That's it darling,' he encouraged, kissing over my inner thigh gently as his fingers continued to work inside me. 'Relax into it, cum when you're ready, that's it.'

He moved back to my mound, agitatedly flicking his tongue over the sensitive little bud beneath my folds. God this was amazing. This was the best idea I'd had, coming back here. Thank god for stasis leaks, whatever the hell they were. Legs shaking either side of his head, I gripped his hair harder, pulling at the roots. He groaned between my legs, working harder, if possible and sending me flying over the edge. Hot waves of pleasure washed over me, and he kept working beneath me until I was through the other side. Kissing back up my stomach, he made his way to my breasts, playing with them again too. Eventually he was back at my mouth, placing hot wet kisses over my lips until they were bite swollen and inflamed.

'There's a good girl,' he praised, lips still pressed against mine. Reaching behind me toward his kit, he grabbed another bag out, but I was so wrapped up in kissing him, I didn't see what it was. Pulling back from me, he untucked his shirt, unfastening his trousers just after.

'Take it off,' I demanded, reaching out for his tie and tugging him forwards by it. He didn't stop me as I started unfastening his buttons. Instead, he reached for his collar, unfastening his beige tie and dropped it on top of my long forgotten about red dress. I finished with his buttons and he tossed that on top of his tie. I nodded to his white t-shirt and he grabbed the hemline, yanking it over his head and abandoned that too. Petrovich was slim, but by no means unkempt. His chest hair was maintained, trimmed short but still there, and I reached out, trailing my fingers through it down his pecs and following it to the light spattering just above his belt. Reaching into his pants, he fisted his cock and I licked my made up lips in anticipation.

'You know the drill,' he said firmly and I nodded, standing in my strappy heels and good intentions. Lowering myself to my knees on the cold floor, I felt my thighs quiver with further anticipation. He fisted himself a few more times before he grabbed the bag he'd been going for earlier. 'Fancy a bump?'

Nodding at him, I watched him open the small plastic bag and tip some of the coke onto his thick cock. He closed it again and tossed it down on the table for later use. Beckoning me forwards with a single finger, I leaned on my knees, bringing my head to his crotch. Covering one nostril with my finger, I breathed out a heavy breath from my mouth before I pressed my nose against his skin. Sniffing in, I swiped my head forwards along the careful line he'd measured out for me and moaned when I pulled back. He cupped my jaw, glancing down affectionately at me as he stroked my bottom lip with his thumb.

'Such a perfect little mouth,' he complimented and I opened it for him instinctively. Lifting my dominant hand out to him, he spit into my palm and I used it to slide over his ready and waiting dick. Tongue poking out of my mouth, I swiped it along the underside of his shaft, teasing him a little as I made sure he was wet enough. He might be about to slide into my mouth, but I had to get him wet enough for him to easy glide later. I knew where he was going, where he wanted me most.

Cupping the back of my head, he was careful not to mess up my carefully crafted hairdo and pulled me forwards. Relaxing my jaw, I let him enter my mouth and slowly took him in. Swallowing as I rocked my head back and forth, I worked myself up to get him all the way inside. Bobbing my head, I got to a steady rhythm and felt him tickling the back of my throat and heard him groaning erratically above me. Glancing upwards, I realised he was watching me all but swallow him and made eye contact. He hissed as he thrust a little harder, the closest I'd ever seen him to losing composure in the entire time I'd been doing this. Encouraged, I bobbed my head faster and he gripped the back of my neck, sending a sharp almost pinching pain through my head. Despite the roughness, the minor pain, it felt good. He slammed his hips forwards harder, faster, all but growling above me. He dropped his head back, letting his body take over for his mind before he snapped out of it and pulled out of me completely.

'What was that?' he said, offering me a hand up off the floor. 'Hmm? You're being very attentive tonight, aren't you? This feels like a lot more than business.'

'I'm just,' I said and then sighed. 'I'm frustrated. You know how things are, you're a gentleman, you always treat me right. I… I wanted to be touched, properly. I knew you'd do it right, that's all.'

'That's all?' he prodded and I nodded. 'Have it your way, then.'

He put his hands on my hips, spinning me around and bent me over the table. Leaning over onto my elbows I arched my back, sticking my arse up into the air for him. He slid his hands over my hips and to my round cheeks, prising them apart with his thumbs. Taking one of his hands off me, he brought it back down again with a clap, giving the cheek a rough slap. Sliding his hand between my legs, he scooped up a good amount of slick and brought it to my forbidden rose. Sliding his dripping fingers into my pert hole, he slid them inside, making room for himself, slowly stretching me open. Once satisfied, he went back to holding me open with both hands, and slid inside for the main event.

Grabbing the baggy, he tipped some powder onto my lower back, as was customary with these little interactions. Holding very still for him, I felt him lower his head down and him cover one nostril before he ran his nose along my skin. Sniffing his line with a powerful breath, he rested his head against my spine for a moment or two before he pulled back up. He wiped off any residual powder off my back, patting my side before he pulled slowly out of me. He was slow, with his first few thrusts. He was well aware this was something I only did with him, for him, and he couldn't be too rough from the start.

It was never a feeling I got used to, having a man inside me there. It always felt somewhat wrong, but Petrovich had gotten me accustomed to it. He'd been a real gentleman, my first time, taking it slowly and working me up carefully before he slipped inside. He was also very insistent that if it was something I didn't want to do, if it was a straight no-no for me, he'd back off. There was no obligation for me to do it, if I absolutely didn't want it, and that had been kind of a turn on for me. It had made me want to, knowing I could back out at any time. He'd taken his time with me then, and made sure the area was very wet and even gave me some self care tips for when I went home at the end of the night. Tonight was a little different, however. He seemed riled, a little out of control. He was being less strict with himself, thrusting into me like a jackhammer and gripping my hips hard enough it felt like I'd bruise later. Thankfully, while the slit to my Jessica Rabbit dress was high, it didn't quite go up that far, and no one would know but the two of us.

'You're always so tight for me, darling,' he hissed behind me, bouncing off my arse. He gave one of my cheeks another clap and it further turned me on, if possible. In response, I only moaned. While anal might not have been for me, being used like this, by him of all people, well, that was very hot. I liked that very much. 'Oh, like that did you?' he asked and gave me another hard smack. Whining in response, I let him continue with his hard thrusts and intermittent spanking.

My exposed breasts bounced in front of me as he rocked us back and forth with each of his thrusts and I felt him start to get sloppy, he was close. He'd been close, when he'd been in my mouth, I felt that. Now he was back in his happy place, he was only moments away from the end. It almost made me a little sad, once this was over, it was really over. This would be the last time I ever saw him alive. He was a good man, which was a little ironic, given he was dealing in illicit substances. He was one of the only decent officers I knew, and I would miss him dearly. He rutted into me one last time before his head came down to rest on my slightly sweaty back. He held me tightly to his chest for a while before he convinced himself to pull out.

With a gentle pat to my arse, he walked away, now flaccid and barely wearing his trousers. He grabbed a packet of wet wipes from his closet and came back over, cleaning me up from behind before he took care of himself. Tucking himself back into his slacks, he sauntered over to the chair and lifted his clothes off of my dress. Standing before him in my heels and good intentions, I wasn't eager to pull my clothes back on. He sensed this, looking at my suddenly very distressed face. I could feel my eyes welling up and I watched his face shift to one of concern.

'Hey, what's gotten into you?' he asked, walking over closer to me. 'Did I hurt you?' I shook my head. 'What's wrong, love?'

'You… I'm going to miss you, that's all,' I told him and he cocked his head to the side in confusion. The dams broke and tears flowed freely over my face. He closed the remaining distance between us, pressing me to his burning hot chest.

'What'd'you mean? Miss me how?' he said gently as I nuzzled into him with little regard to my makeup.

'In the future, three million years and you'll be dead,' I said and he scoffed above me. He leaned down to press a kiss to my hair, caring very little about the sweat beading through my roots.

'I think that batch might have been a little too strong this time,' he commented dryly and stroked my naked back. 'Most people are dead in three million years, it'll be just empty planets and the sun, my love.'

'Yeah but…' I sniffed and he held me closer.

'I'm not worried about it,' he insisted and rocked me for a little while before he pulled away. 'Arms,' he said and I lifted my hands above my head, allowing him to slide my dress back over me. He turned me, pressing his hands into my biceps and forcefully spinning me. He slid the zipper back up my spine and gave me a quick pat on the bum. 'You alright now?' I nodded pathetically. He grabbed a tissue I didn't know he'd had in his pocket, dabbing lightly at my face to help clean me up without damaging the careful effort I'd put into painting my face.