The Outer Moon (A Sapphic Sci Fi Adventure)

Chapter 6

In the meantime, down on the planet Earth in the Denver suburb of Aurora, two women lay side by side in the wee hours of the morning. They were both gorgeous, with dark brown hair and dark eyes, and many people thought that they were related when they were out in public or working together on the nearby Buckley Space Force Base.

But relatives don't normally do what the pair of them had just been doing that had made their bodies slick with sweat.

"Damn, that was amazing," Emma Wolfe murmured. "I should have moved you in here sooner." She was born of an American mother and Filipino father, accounting for her dusky complexion and features.

"Shh!" replied the other woman, Vivienne Hunter. She was also of mixed heritage, though of an American father and Indian mother. The pair of them could easily spot the differences between themselves that others couldn't, and it made things a little different since they shouldn't be together thanks to antiquated military regulations. "You know I'm not supposed to be here Emma. Us lowly sergeants can't sleep with the brass, especially when we're both women. They don't like fraternization. You Majors need to have better partners."

"Well damn, baby girl, I fraternized the fuck out of you a little bit ago. Want me to do it again?" Emma rolled over atop Viv, attaching her lips to her left nipple as the younger girl moaned happily.

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am!"

But such was not to be. The sound of a car door slamming, and loud yelling outside alerted them to an all too common problem. "Shit," muttered Emma. "Let me go get her. Can you start some hot chocolate?"

"Yeah, I got it. Go get her."

The pair hurriedly threw on sweatpants and tee shirts, not caring if they mixed and matched the clothing since they were virtually the same size. While Viv went to the kitchen and got the hot chocolate, Emma went and cracked the front door, peeking out at the scene in the driveway next door.

"Get back here, you bitch!" screamed a greying, overweight man at the rail thin blonde woman who was stomping towards the front door. "I'm not done with you!"

"Fuck you, Irv! I saw that bitch blowing you in the alley, don't try to deny it!" The woman opened their door, and then walked in, slamming that door too.

"Come on baby, you know it meant nothing. She owed me for the bag of coke, nothing else!" The man let out a growl of displeasure, then walked towards the door as well. When he disappeared, with one final door slam, Emma gazed at the back seat of the car where a tiny blonde head with pretty blue eyes gazed out the window at her.

She jogged barefoot over to the car door, then opened it up and unbuckled the little girl from the back seat. She was only five or six, Emma wasn't sure because the girl didn't know herself. She didn't even know the relationship the girl had with the neighbors. Was she a foster child? Their own kid? A relative? All she knew was that they came home like this at least a few times a week, and then Emma and Viv would play moms for a night because the little girl's guardians couldn't be bothered to.

Viv had only moved in with her last month, and even now they had to be careful, but she had been there off and on for sleepovers for a couple months prior to that, so she was well acquainted with the deal. There had been no available officer's quarters when Emma had been assigned to the base, so she had grabbed the first townhome rental that she could, and that meant having unpredictable neighbors. Even as a Major, she didn't make a ton of money in the military, but she had enough to be comfortable, and there was a second bedroom that she'd put a small bed in for her frequent tiny guest.

"Come on Bree, you're coming for a girls' night, okay? Viv is already making hot chocolate."

"Okay!" was the soft little voice. "Thanks, Emma."