Encounter: Albie, My Love

Encounter: Albie, My Love

Mikala Ash

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Copyright ©2014 Mikala Ash

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Albie, My Love

"Rise and shine, my sweet darling."

Albie's chirpy voice roused me from a deep, deep sleep.

"Up and at 'em"

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled and buried my face into the pillow, heady with his scent. "Five more minutes."

We replayed this little charade every morning, and have done for five years now. I could have stayed in bed for the day, but I never did. I was not a lazy bones, there was just too much work to do.

I flashed back to the orgasm that had sent me off to sleep, and a memory-wave washed over my body, submerging me beneath a warm bath of love. My inner thighs were still sticky from that climax, the biggest in recent memory, and I smiled at the vivid memory of the sweet nothings Albie had uttered just before I fell over the edge.

Eventually I threw off the sheet and hauled myself out of our bunk. The air smelt of sweat and sex -- the scrubbers needed cleaning again, and I made a mental note to do so before I went to bed -- though the hot stale air served to keep me eternally horny, a state I very much enjoyed.

I pushed off and glided over to the cubicle we misnamed a bathroom, and gave myself a whore's bath, the best you can do in zero-G and in the cramped confines of our ship.

Albie was outside, in the hold, suited up against the harsh vacuum in which our tiny vessel swam.

I suited up and joined him, giving his helmet a gentle pat as I floated past. "Big day," I said and opened the outer hatch to the darkness of the backside of our little world.

We'd won this little asteroid in the Minor Planet Lottery of '07, an expression of rank desperation on our part -- we bet everything we owned except the ship on ten tickets -- and the gods had smiled. She was a little gem of a Class M asteroid, chock-a-block full of nickel, platinum, cobalt, rhodium and even gold.

But every silver lining has a cloud, and hers was a highly eccentric orbit that took her from the chilly Oort Cloud at the edge of the solar system, to the baking hot space inside the orbit of Mercury. That's where we were now, the ship automatically keeping station in the shadow, using Albie's Rock (that's what he called it, since it had been his idea to sink everything into the lottery) as a ten kilometer wide shield while we mined our fortune from its ancient surface.

Admittedly her orbit made extracting her riches difficult, but I had a plan, which would, in a few years, make it so much easier. I jetted my way across the jagged surface of the mass driver. During the night the little furnace mill, situated on the terminator and fueled by sunlight as Albie's Rock slowly rotated, had burned off the worthless slag and delivered a hundred kilo ingot of semi-pure metal ready for launch.

I ran the sensor over it. "Whooo boy!" I hooted into my helmet mic. "Oh, this is a beauty. A hundred grandaroo at least!" I imagined the broad grin on Albie's face. I'd checked the rates before I'd climbed into bed for a night of sex, and at a one-oh-seven standard dollars per gram, this little package would net us a tidy little sum -- enough to pay the interest we owed on the ship at least. Albie had always been a gambler at heart -- he sure took a gamble marrying me -- and the idea that this bet had come good well, it warmed my heart to think of him winning after all these years.

I manhandled the ingot over to the mass driver's cradle and centered it. I attached the ID transponder which wou

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