Trance entered Hydroponics with a watering pail and a small pair of shears at her side. She glanced around the flourishing flora she had grown from seedlings.
"Henrietta," she said leaning over a creeping vine growing near a shrub, "you're not giving Peter enough room."
Trance gently lifted several strands of the vine and trimmed them with the shears. She smiled at her work and stood.
She walked slowly around the garden and trimmed several more plants. Wilted plants were watered generously with the watering pail. She reached her small garden of vegetables and herbs. The garden's contents could be used for recipes when the crew decided to have a 'real' meal instead of food from the autochefs.
Trance put up her garden equipment, all but her shears. She then sat down by the garden and stared at it for a moment, her eyes fixated on a particular portion of the garden -- the cucumber plant. It was by far her favorite part of her biweekly garden tending. "Andromeda, privacy mode."
Parsley, basil, potatoes, carrots, green peppers, cucumbers and a few intergalactic vegetables grew in the garden. Trance lifted a plump cucumber from the plant. The dark green vegetable was smooth and firm. She carefully removed it from the body of the plant.
Upon closer examination, she found a few rough bumps on the cucumber's skin. She pulled the shears from her belt and opened them. Quickly yet skillfully, she peeled the cucumber with the shears' sharp blade.
Trance ran her fingers along the moist, slightly textured surface of the peeled cucumber. Perfect for her purposes.
With her free hand, Trance unfastened and pushed her tight light brown leather shorts down to knee level and then squirmed until they were free of her legs and shoes. She sighed contently at feeling of the cool air on her thighs. She quickly removed her red velvet tank top and haphazardly discarded it. Her lavender silk bra and panties followed. Finally, she kicked her shoes off. They landed with a thud by Henrietta several feet away.
She glanced around Hydroponics, noticing the silver metal supports on the walls were slightly reflective. Trance admired her alluring purple curves and blonde rainbow-streaked nether fleece in the metal supports near her. She pulled the pins and ties out of her hair and dropped them on the floor. Her long hair cascaded down onto her shoulders and back. She spun around once and danced seductively for a moment to music that was stuck in her head, watching herself.
Trance's skin started to tingle and flush at the sight of her own reflection. Her heart raced, and it seemed to creep down the skin of her stomach to the junction between her smooth, toned lavender thighs. She suppressed a moan that the rubbing between her sensitive inner thighs nearly caused as she walked toward Peter and Henrietta.
She pushed her carelessly discarded shoes aside. The very familiar rolled up black tarp was well-hidden within the branches of Peter, the large shrub. Trance retrieved the tarp and spread it on the floor near her clothing. She placed the peeled cucumber on the tarp and lay down beside it. She was already swimming in arousing sensations -- the silky lining of the tarp against her bare back; the warmth of the growing patch of wetness between her legs; her own sweet, tempting scent. It was rapidly dissolving the little self-control she had left.
"Turn the lights down 50%." Trance's voice was deep and sultry, unlike her usual childish, innocent tone.
Hydroponics grew dim, casting shadows around Trance. She knew her nude form looked curiously enticing in the darkened garden. She also knew she would be an irresistible forbidden fruit to her fantasy lover if she lured the so easily attainable object of her affection into Hydroponics.
"Run Gemini file 27-B." A quiet sexy instrumental piece began to play.
Trance closed her eyes and imagined her fantasy lover. Her mind was filled with the supple voluptuous curves usually hidden beneath a uniform. The delicate lips that Trance wanted to make turn up into a smile she had never seen before. The soft brown eyes that sent chills up Trance's spine when they gazed into hers. Her vivid fantasies were overwhelming. She needed reality, not another unfulfilling fantasy.
Trance's powerful thoughts were drawing the object of her affection closer. Trance didn't usually use her abilities to force people to do anything, but it seemed harmless enough since Rommie would think she had come to Hydroponics on her own volition.
The doors of Hydroponics slid open against privacy mode, admitting a short petite frame that was all too familiar to Trance. The doors closed.
Rommie looked around the dimmed Hydroponics. "Trance?"
Trance didn't move from laying on her back on the tarp. "You know why you're here, Rommie. Don't you?"
"Considering your state of undress and the...musical selection, I'm pretty sure what you have in mind. But-"
"Please don't do that." Trance sighed inwardly. She hadn't expected opposition.
"I have no desire to engage in sexual acts with members of my crew. It's against Commonwealth protocol," Rommie said in a professional manner.
"Well, I don't see anyone here to stop you." Trance pushed herself to her feet and approached Rommie. Rommie glanced at Trance curiously, obviously wondering what the purple girl was up to.
Before she could be prevented from doing so, Trance quickly leaned forward and kissed Rommie full on the lips. At first, there was no response from the shocked avatar. But as the seconds passed, Rommie was undeniably responding to Trance's kiss. Trance broke the kiss, and Rommie leaned in for more.
"You do want this," Trance said breathlessly. She began to unfasten the clasps and zippers of Rommie's uniform. "Let me give it to you."
Rommie just nodded, still in a state of shock.
Trance finished removing Rommie's uniform. The avatar was left in black satin undergarments. "Nice. I thought you'd wear cotton."
After a pause, Rommie admitted, "I usually do."
"I like satin." Trance smiled as she caressed the satin covering Rommie's small but pert breasts. Her smile turned into a devilish grin. "It feels really good on my lips."
Trance leaned down and brushed her lips against the smooth olive skin of Rommie's neck. She slowly moved to the satin of Rommie's black bra. The sensation of the satin against Trance's lips caused them to tingle and tickle. She giggled against Rommie's skin.
With one of her hands, Trance reached behind Rommie and unfastened her bra. It fell to the floor at their feet. Trance used her tail to fling it away.
Trance saw Rommie's breasts for the first time. The avatar's arousal was clear from her already hardened nipples. As she kissed in circles around one of Rommie's breasts, Trance wondered how sexually accurately Harper had made Rommie. When Trance moved from the areola onto Rommie's nipple, her question was partially answered. Rommie moaned and shuddered under Trance's kisses. Trance lifted her lips from Rommie's breast and supported Rommie with one arm. Trance carefully lowered the avatar onto the tarp.
"More," Rommie whispered.
Trance lowered her head to Rommie's other breast, giving it the same attention as she had given to the other until she reached the nipple. Feeling more playful, Trance lightly scraped her teeth over Rommie's nipple, eliciting a gasp. She tried nipping a bit harder followed by gently sucking the sensitive nub and was rewarded with a satisfied moan.
Trance lowered herself to Rommie's stomach, trailing amorous kisses toward Rommie's short, perfectly trimmed mound. Suddenly, Trance paused and lifted her head.
"Do you want me stop now?" Trance asked, looking into Rommie's eyes.
"No." Rommie took Trance's wrist and guided it from Rommie's side toward her nether regions.
Trance left her hand on Rommie's lower stomach and looked at the avatar questioningly.
"I want to look into your eyes," Rommie explained.
Trance smiled and made eye contact with Rommie. She moved her hand from Rommie's lower stomach, running her fingers through the soft dark hair below.
"You've never done this before yourself?" Trance asked.
Rommie simply shook her head.
Trance spread Rommie's legs and carefully slipped a single finger into her. Trance was surprised at how tight Rommie was. But not as surprised as she was at how wet Rommie was. With her thumb, Trance slowly traced a circle around Rommie's clit. Increasing her speed, Trance occasionally made direct contact with Rommie's clit until Rommie was arching into her hand. When Rommie reached orgasm, Trance pushed a second, followed by a third, finger into the squirming, moaning avatar.
After Rommie's orgasmic contractions subsided, Trance eased her fingers from Rommie's body. She lifted the peeled cucumber from the tarp.
"Do you still want to see my eyes?" Trance asked.
"Will I enjoy it more if I don't?" Rommie asked.
"I think you will." Trance grinned. "It even tastes good."
Instead of waiting for Rommie to reply, Trance placed the cucumber above Rommie's lips. Rommie licked the cucumber once tentatively. She paused, taking in the mild flavor of the vegetable. She licked it again more eagerly. Rommie glanced at Trance watching in fascination. Then, she kissed the tip of the cucumber and licked up its length.
Trance's tail crept toward her lap when Rommie wrapped her lips around the tip of the cucumber and began to move up its length. Rommie continued her ministrations on the cucumber while watching Trance out of the corner of her eye. Trance's tail slipped between her legs, and her hand that wasn't holding the cucumber soon followed. Trance began to rock back and forth. Her hand and tail swiftly moved until she was moaning and mumbling incoherent phrases to Rommie. Finally, Trance collapsed onto the tarp next to Rommie, panting.
"Are you okay?" Rommie asked.
Trance nodded, still too out of breath to reply.
Some time later, Rommie asked, "I take it that isn't what you planned?"
"Not exactly," Trance responded.
"Have you had enough for now?"
Trance smiled. "For now."
Rommie stood and started to dress. "Good. Harper arranged to do some recalibrations for me, and I'm already five minutes and thirty-six seconds late."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Trance said.
"I would recommend that you return Hydroponics to its normal state, dress, and return to Med Deck." Rommie finished dressing.
"Why?" Trance asked.
"Dylan is on his way down the corridor right now to practice basketball in here." Rommie exited Hydroponics.
"Uh-oh." Trance's eyes widened.