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You chuckled as he moved to lay his whole body atop of yours, placing his head on your chest and restricting your movements.

Without protest, you let your hands tangle in his hair and comb through his messy locks.

"You know, you have a big day today." You encourage.

With his face still pressed into your chest he let out a muffled, "What do you mean?"

He couldn't see your smile, but he could definitely hear it in your voice as you reminded him, "aren't you teaching the kids about relativity today?"

He let out a loud, frustrated groan into your shoulder and all you could do was giggle at his lack of motivation in the mornings.

He lifted his head up at your laughter, propping himself up on his elbows to lean over your face.

"Something funny?" He asked, though he already had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"No, not at all, Mr. Grace." You humored, but it is cut short as he begins placing sloppy kisses all across your neck.

"You know, I don’t think the little pebbles would mind me being late."

"Babe, you're literally the teacher." You grumbled as his stubble tickled your neck.

"Exactly." He looked back up at you again, "Gotta teach 'em to expect the unexpected." He said with a sly smirk spreading across his face.

You raised a brow at his words, but before you could question him aloud, he flipped you, causing you to let out a squeal as you were placed onto his lap.

Things had been going great after you found that Taumoeba killed the Astrophage that was killing the sun. You, Rocky, and Ryland had worked long and hard, figuring out how exactly it killed Astrophage, and how to breed it.

And you figured it out. So, now it was just you and Ryland again. You sent Rocky off with his own farm of Taumeboa, and you and Ryland had your own.

You are Ryland were currently working on breeding even more Taumeboa.

It was pretty easy. You just had to introduce a bit of it to nitrogen, kill off the non-resistant cells, and then breed the remaining ones. Pretty simple.

The two of you were sat in the lab, the rhythmic hum of the Hail Mary’s being the only sound between you. Ryland was carefully adjusting the nitrogen levels in a containment jar, while you were wiping down the metal workbench with a heavy-duty isopropyl alcohol pad to prep the next batch of petri dishes.

"Okay, nitrogen introduction complete," Ryland muttered, tapping the glass. "Now we just wait for the non-resistant cells to die."

He leaned over to pass you the glass vial, but his fingers, slick from working under the warm lab lights, slipped.

The vial dropped, shattering right into the small puddle of wet cleaning alcohol on your workbench.

"Aw man-" Ryland hissed, instantly reaching forward.

"Wait, don't touch it!" you warned, but it was already too late.

The glass didn't just contain Taumoeba. There were trace, unwashed specs of active Astrophage still stuck to the inner rim. The moment the microscopic organisms flooded into the puddle harsh alcohol, a bizarre chemical chain reaction took off. The Astrophage began violently dissolving in the solvent, releasing raw, volatile alien proteins. The aggressive Taumoeba cells tried to consume that sudden flash of frantic energy, but the alcohol immediately attacked their lipid membranes.

Instead of staying a liquid puddle, the mixture hissed. A sudden, flash-drying crystallization occurred right before your eyes.

A cloud of fine, shimmering yellow powder puffed upward, caught instantly by the lab's intake vents.

"What the fuck-" Ryland started, coughing slightly as the fine dust filled the air between you.

You coughed, waving your hands as the powder filled your lungs.

It took about 20 seconds for the powder to disappear. Then it was gone.

"Okay... that.. certainly happened." He mumbled, grabbing a dry hand towel out of the cabinet above him before wiping the lab table down.

"Yeah.. let's try to be careful next time?" You teased softly.

"Shut up, it was an accident." He rolled his eyes.

"I'm messing with you, Ry."

The two of you cleaned up the mess and decided that you'd done enough for the night. You closed up all the petri dishes into the Xenonite containers that Rocky had given you.

"You wanna sleep?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I was planning on it.." You nodded.

The two of you had been taking turns sleeping. The both of you were slightly paranoid that the ship would spontaneously explode if you both slept at the same time.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll be out here reading or something."

You nodded and then the two of you went your separate ways.

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It was only 30 minutes into your sleep that you woke up sweating.

Your body was hot, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the ships temperature. You lifted your hand, feeling it with trembling fingers. You weren't warm, but your body was tingling with something you'd never felt before. Something intense.

You pushed the sheets off of your body, sitting up in your bed. As you did so, you realized how sensitive your skin was. The slight brush of your shirt on your chest making you shiver.

What the fuck is happening to me? You thought.

You sat there for a moment. Taking in the way your body felt. That was when you realized the deep pooling heat that was settling in your stomach.

You shifted your legs slightly, just trying to get comfortable, but you couldn't help but gasp and let out a whine.

Okay something was definitely wrong with you. Maybe you were like.. ovulating very intensely? Maybe you were having a wet dream that you didn't realize.?

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying hard to push away the thoughts that were beginning to fill your mind. It didn't work at all. You shifted again, and all that follows was the hitch of your breath and an electric shiver down your spine.

This was too fast. Too intense.

There was absolutely no way this was ovulation or a wet dream. What was it though? You weren't sick.

You carefully pushed yourself to the end of your bed, trying so hard to ignore the burning of your sensitive skin. You felt the cold floor against your feet, feeling the difference in the temperatures.

That's when it hit you.

A sudden image of the lab incident flashed through your mind. The chemical reaction must've caused some type of weird airborne byproduct.

You sighed. This couldn't be real. That was what you thought until you felt another wave of heat pulse through your core, forcing a moan out of you.

You were being completely taken over by an alien sex pollen.

You whined softly, covering your face with your hands as you tried pushing everything away. You laid back down, body twitching as you did so. You would go back to sleep. Everything would be fine when you woke up.

But you were so, so wrong. You couldn't even sit still for 30 seconds.

You sighed and gave in. Hopefully you could give yourself some relief. You slid your hand under your sweatpants, then past your underwear. Your fingers were trembling, and you were absolutely dripping wet.

You lightly pressed your fingers to your swollen clit, letting out a moan as you did so. You circled your the bundle of nerves, biting your lip to silence yourself. You did that for a small moment before moving your fingers down to your entrance.

You slowly pushed them in.. you fucked them into yourself once.. twice.. a third time.. and then white hot pleasure crashed over you.

You moaned softly. You had cum in under a minute.

This was torture.

You sst there, panting softly as you frowned. It was still unbearable.

You needed to do something about this.. and clearly masturbation wasn't the answer, nor was sleeping.

You tried thinking about what to do, but to your surprise, the only thing that came to mind was Ryland.

You'd had a crush on him for a while, sure, but you'd never thought this deeply about him. Visions of him you had never in your 12+ years on this ship had thought about.

But then you realized... if you were feeling an effect from the powder.. so was he. He was right beside you. He would be going through the same exact thing.

You took a deep breath before swinging your legs off your bed, standing up. You legs were shaking horrendously.

You had to grip onto the side of the wall just to keep yourself up, but eventually you made it to the door.

You quickly pressed the buttons on the door panel, and it hissed open softly.

The sight that met your eyes was absolutely shocking.

Ryland was pressed against a wall, head tilted back with one knee propped up, and the other laying flat on the floor. His jeans were pulled half down his thigh and he had one hand buried in his underwear, clearly trying to rub his problems away.

His free hand was gripping his hair as he softly whimpered. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him.

"Pleasepleaseplease go away-" He choked out, a tear falling from his eye.

Oh he was absolutely fucked.

You didn't have to think about what you were about to do. Your body was screaming with heat, and the sight of him almost completely unraveled right in front of you overode every shred of hesitation you had.

You took a single step forward and his head snapped in your direction. His hand stopped, but he didn't pull it away. He was probably unable to. He stared at you for only a second before looking away. He was both embarrassed, but also scared his feelings would become even more unbearable if he kept looking at you.

"I- I'm sorry- I tried to get away from the dormitory room but I couldn't breathe- I-" He stuttered, eyes shut as he laid his head back. "I don't know what's wrong with me-" He said.

You didn't answer immediately, you just walked over to him and dropped to your knees beside him. He opened his eyes, looking at you.. shocked at your proximity.

"D-dont get too close- I-"

You shook your head, thighs shifting softly. You reached out, hands shaking. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist. He tensed, a soft sound coming from his. You pulled his hand out of his boxers gently.

"It hurts so bad-" He whined.

You nodded. "I know.." You said and pulled his hand, pressing it to your chest. Your heart was pounding intensely beneath your clothes.

"Y-you-"

You cut him off. "It was the powder, Ry.."

He met your eyes again, tilting his head. "T-the powder?"

You nodded. "The mixture caused this.. weird- unbearable feeling." You said, shifting your thighs again. "And doing it yourself is.. not going to fix it I'm afraid."

He was shocked. He hesitated for a moment and then shook his head. "N..No we can't- I.. I'm not gonna make you have sex with me just b-"

You cut him off yet again, your hand slipping beneath his boxers.

"S-shit" He moaned softly as you wrapped your fingers around his hard, twitching cock.

You began flicking your wrist, thumb rubbing his tip, just overall making him see stars. He was an absolute whimpering mess in only seconds, but he grabbed into your hand the second he saw you shifting helplessly against the heel of your foot.

"S-Stop-" He whined.

Your heart stopped, but you complied, slowing your hand.

"A-Are you sure you want to d-do this?" He asked.

"M-hmm," you nodded, still shifting your hips. "There's nothing else t-that's gonna fix this."

He sighed, nodding. "Okay.. but le-ts do it the right way.." He said, pulling your hand from his boxers.

He lifted his hips and slid his boxers and jeans down, kicking them off when they were by his ankles. He nodded towards you, and you only took seconds to follow.

Once you were both bare from the waist down, he waved you closer. "Come here.." He said.

Of course, you immediately moved closer, and it was only moments before he pulled you onto his lap.

You shivered, his cock was right between the two of you, pressed into his stomach and leaking with precum.

"Ry-" you whispered, his hands gripping your hips.

"I know, sweetheart hold on.." He said, lifting you with a tight grip on the backs of your thighs.

Very very slowly, he pulled you in and positioned you on his cock. Both of you let out a moan, his head falling back on the wall as yours found place on his shoulder.

He slowly sank into you, twitching as he tried not to fuck up into you.

"Ryland, why are you holding back? You know this is just as unbearable for me as it is for yo-"

You didn't even finish your sentence before he began bouncing you on him. You whimpered, gripping tightly onto his shirt.

He was fucking up into you all while you were bouncing on him and it made your eyes roll back every. single. time.

It was only a minute when you were moaning his name repeatedly and clenching around him.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum-" He whined.

You nodded, legs tightening around his hips as you moaned into his ear. You both came at once, panting relentlessly.

You sat there for a moment. It still wasn't gone.

The brief rush of the release should have cooled the agonizing fire in your skin, but the heavy, radiating warmth under your flesh flared right back up a mere second later.

Your chest heaved, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against Ryland’s as you remained straddled securely in his lap.

Beneath you, Ryland let out a low, shattered groan, his forehead dropping heavily against your shoulder. His large hands were still locked onto your hips with a trembling grip, his fingers twitching against your skin.

He wasn't softening. In fact, as another wave of the heat hit him, you felt him instantly twitch and harden right back up inside you.

"Oh god," Ryland choked out, his voice a rough, broken whisper against your neck. He shifted his hips upward in an involuntary, desperate jerk, a gasp escaping his lips as the friction hit him all over again. "It... it didn't fix it. It's starting again."

You whined, your head rolling back as your own compromised body eagerly melted right back into the heat. The absolute exhaustion of the first round was completely overridden completely.

"Here let's-" He sat up straighter, only to move to he could lay you back onto the floor.. meaning he had to pull out.

As he did, both of you whimpered from the loss of contact, but it didn't last long. The second you were comfortably laying on your back with your legs around his waist, he inched back inside you.

His hips twitched again, but he still needed to make sure you were okay. So he held himself back despite the burning urge. "You doing okay, sweetheart?"

You nodded, looking up at him. He let out a soft exhale and then tilted his head down, kissing your jaw, and neck before starting up his pace again.

With this new position, he was hitting that spongy spot every single time without fail. He was filling you up justtttt right.

Your hands slid around under his shirt, your nails digging into the back of your skin. You were 100% leaving marks on his back, but that only made him want to fuck you harder.

As you moaned in response to his quicker thrusts, he spoke, "I- It's okay, honey. Don't worry- I'm gonna make it go away I promise.." He said.

You whimpered in return, and came on the spot. God his sweet talking just made everything so much deeper.

He followed only a few seconds later, but he didn't stop. He remained thrusting into you, his legs shaking, but he knew the heat wouldn't stop with just two orgasms.

"Ry-!" You whined, leaving crescent shapes in his shoulders as your heels dug into his lower back.

"I know, I kno-w- I'm gonna make it all better." He assured you, his fingers twitching from where they were holding him up beside your head.

The two of you came a total of five times before the excruciating heat finally left your system.

All you could feel was the sweat and leftover release between your legs that hadn't been repeatedly fucked into you.

He panted softly before pulling out and rolling onto the floor beside you. He pulled you into his chest, your body molding perfectly with his.

Now that the heat was gone, you were shivering softly against the cold floor.

"C'mon.. let's get cleaned up, okay?" He said, but you just let out a soft, weak whimper as your legs trembled.

He smiled softly and sat up, only to crouch down and pick you up, despite the shake in his own legs. He carried your half naked body to the sleeping cot, lying you down in it before walking off.

He came back with a wet rag and a bottle of water. He handed you the bottle, told you to drink, and began to clean up the mess between your legs.

He was very gentle about it, making sure not to touch anything sensitive without saying anything first.

Once he was finally done cleaning both you and him off, he tucked you into your bed and went over to his. You frowned.

"What're you doing..?" You asked.

"Going to sleep?" He said.

"Why are you over there.."

"Oh I just.. figured you.." He paused. "You.. had to do that against your will... it was either that or suffering."

"Ryland.."

"Am I wrong?" He asked.

"Okay sure it was against my will.. but that doesn't mean I didn't like it.. or that..." You hesitated, "..or that I don't like you."

He tilted his head at you. "You.. like me?"

"Is it not obvious?"

"No.."

"Wow men really are clueless. I've literally been flirting with you since we woke up from our comas."

"Oh." He said, ashamed that he hadn't noticed. He walked back over to your bed. "I'm sorry.. I.. I had a vision.. of the past." He admitted.

"Okay? How is this relevant?"

"I'm getting there, relax," he said. "I saw.. you. It was a month before the launch. You were.. dancing in the lounge and I just was thinking.. I wish she was mine."

You were shocked. You took his hand. "Ry... why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you wouldn't believe me..." He said.

You shook your head. "You men are so silly." You said, pulling him into the bed.

He fumbled forward, but quickly crawled into the tiny bed beside you.

Once he was settled in, he couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"Hey" You said.

"Hi."

You smiled, moving to fix his crooked glasses, but he pushed your hand away and pulled you in by your neck, kissing you.

You froze, but soon melted into the kiss, hands sliding up to his face.

You kissed for what felt like years until he pulled back.

"I'm really dumb." He breathed against you lips, foreheads touching. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears. "I spent all this time.. worried about if you actually liked me.. That I didn't notice the obvious signs."

"Better late than never, Ry."

He hummed in agreement. "You're right."

You sighed, settling into his chest. shivering still, but that was changed when he wrapped his arms around you.

"Go to sleep, honey. I'll be right here."