Chapter 5 & 6 Intermission 2: Makeup [WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL DEPICTIONS]

[Ray of Meep]

Co-authored by: Ikate Keda Studios, TheCountryWarrior

23XX A.D, 36 hours after the raid on the warehouse

Silbern System, Stahl Belt, Nikolaus Otto dwarf-planetary system, Daheim One

Juan sat in his room, thinking about heading out to replenish his stock of mac and cheese, and worrying about Joan’s path forward. The simple privateering path seemed so easy compared to this bureaucratic bullshit. Just instinct, space justice, not all this politics.

Then there was a knock on his door. When he opened the door, Joan was standing there, in her pajamas, and her eyes were red and puffy. “Can… We talk…” She asked softly, keeping her eyes to the floor.

Juan smiled, pushing every ounce of reassurance he could into that smile. He wore his own type of pajamas, meaning a t-shirt and shorts. “Absolutely. Come on inside, I’m all ears.” He held the door open for her, closing it behind her.

Joan slowly walked into the room, rubbing her arms as she let the door close. It took her a moment, and she sniffed again, but she seemed all cried out. “Ah’m so sorry…” She finally said, looking at Juan. “You were… En’irely right. Ah was so stupid… Ah shouldn’ ‘ave let ‘im in like dat, ah shouldn’ ‘ave yelled at ya,” She sighed, looking away. “Don’ ya dare tell me ah did nuffin wrong. Ah just… Wanted ta let ya know ‘ow ah felt.”

Juan was quiet, and he sighed. “No, I was right. But even still, you were doing it for your kids, and I can’t fault you for that.” He opened his arms, offering a hug. “We can get through this. Come on, hug time. I have no hard feelings towards you, right or not. The best thing right now, is to focus on the future.”

“Are... “ Joan asked, looking back at Juan. “How can ya do dat so easily?” She asked. “Ah told ya ta fuck off! I frew away yer feelin’s away! Ah ued ya ta feel bettah, an’ den threw ya away when ah ‘ad a ‘ard choice ta make…” She sighed. “Ah really dun deserve dis…”

His hands dropped a bit, and he sighed a mournful sigh. “I have had so many arguments in my time, and I can’t fix any of them now. But I can try to fix this. You were lonely, you needed someone by you to feel close, and I understood that. I completely understand it.” His hands drop to his sides, and he looks at the floor. “You hurt me, but it was hurt spawned by emotional torment and fear. I can’t blame you in good conscience, for something I’ve done too many times to count. I know what you need, you need someone in your corner. That’s me. I’m here.
Speaking as someone that knows how hard it is not to be forgiven by someone you care about, I forgive you.” He raised his arms again, smiling a sad smile, sad for her current plight. “And it certainly helps that you know where you fucked up. Now come get a hug, before my arms give out. In like 10 minutes.”

Joan sighed, walking up to Juan. “Ah kind wanna wait da ten minutes…” Letting out a slight laugh. “Jus’ ta see if ya will actually do it.”

“Coward, I could actually do like 15.” He fastened his arms around her, and held her tight. “Thank you for coming to me. It means a lot. And it means you’re a damn smart woman.”

Joan returned the hug, sheepishly at first, but quickly bore into it as hard as she could. “Ah ‘aven’t felt dis in weeks,” She whispered. “ ‘e wouldn’t even look at me when…” She said, trailing off, and hugging tighter.

He held her closely, tightly, and whispered back. “Forget him. He missed out on how great you are. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t care. But the bastard is out, and now I can freely remind you of how amazing you are. You’re amazing, and it shouldn’t be hidden away.” He kissed her cheek, and rocked her gently. “I’m here now, and you’ll never have to be alone.”

Joan nodded quickly, keeping her face in Juan’s neck. Then she pulled back a little. “Strange question… Do you have literally any food at all?” She asked. “Ah mean… A dis point, ah would eat anyfing.”

He chuckled, and untangled himself from the hug. “My fridge is your fridge.” He opened his cupboards, revealing a variety of foods. Some of it even healthy. “Come on, you and me, let’s eat up. We’ve earned it, and if we can’t think up a real reason we’ll make it up.”

“Whatevah ya fink would be da best,” Joan said, awkwardly standing around. “Ah ‘aven’t eaten in weeks… Tylah said ah was too ‘eavy ta be on top…” She frowned. “Ah stupidly took it ta ‘eart…”

“That was kinda stupid, you’ve never seen yourself on top. It’s a pretty sight for sure, let me tell you from experience.” He decides he’s going all out, and is cooking two microwavable steaks, with a side of macaroni and cheese, and some soda of course. He’s not exactly a 5 star chef, but the heater works just fine. Setting the trays on the table, he pulls the chair out for Joan. “Sit, spoil yourself a little. There’s more where this came from, don’t hesitate to ask or I’ll get you more anyway. We’re celebrating your new mental freedom! Enjoy!”

“ ‘ardly mental freedom,” Joan sighed, after eating a few bites. “Ah’ve got dis stupid custody ba’el, in ah’m constantly reminded o’ it. Sleepin next ta Mandy used ta ‘elp me deal wif dis stuff. Now ‘es got dem somewhere on dis damned station…” She sighed, looking at her food. “Is taken every nerve ah ‘ave ta not tear dis place apart…” She said, starting to eat again.

He ate across from her, looking concerned. “I know, I get it. I’d be right by your side, but it wouldn’t help. Unlike our normal jobs, we actually have to do things by the book this time. This is going to suck, but you will win this. And they’ll be so happy to see you. Until then, just give me a call if you need me. I’m ready to snuggle. I’m not nearly as cute as Mandy, but I can’t be that bad right?”

“Actually,” Joan said, playing with her food. “Ah was gonna ask… If it ain’t too much trouble, could ah stay ‘ere?” She asked, looking at Juan. “Ya kin make any stupid, obnoxious… even… Unprofessional request ya want. Ah just dun wanna sleep in dat room alone…”

Juan nods, smiling. “That’s perfectly fine. I’ve got the room, and you need someone by your side. I’m not going to devolve into a drooling caveman you know, you have agency here too. If you’re going to open the option to me, I have to let you know that I’m willing to play ball too. I’m here for you Joan. You can ask for things too.”

“YEah?” Joan asked, leaning forward a bit. “ ‘ow bout no shirt rule, eh?” She asked with a grin.

He chuckled, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto his bed. “I can deal with that. Can you reciprocate?”

Joan stared for a moment, then smiled at Juan. “Are ya given me da option?” She asked.

“It’s an option. Take it or leave it. Makes no difference to me, I’m already halfway nude.” He took a drink, and sighed. “Ah the life as eye candy. Such a burden.”

“An’ ‘ere ah was ‘oping ya would lay down da law a lil,” Joan said, leaning back and taking a sip from her drink. “Das mildly disappoin’in,” She added with a dejected sigh.

He smirked, and leaned forward. “Then I guess I have to stop being polite.” His accent pushed its way out to the forefront, and he raised an eyebrow. “Take it off cutie, there’s no need to hide yourself from me. I love to look at you.”

“Oh?” She asked, lifting up her shirt to expose her stomach, tightening it around her breasts. “Cause ya like dese, eh?” She asked, slowly pulling the shirt up until they bounced out of her shirt. She smiled, pulling the shirt off and leaning back a little. He could tell she had lost weight.

He frowned, and forked a piece of steak, holding it up. “I love those. But I love you more, so eat up. Or I will be sad. Muaha. Haha. Ha.”

Joan’s face went bright red when he said “I love you more” and she blinked, biting her lip. “Uh... “ She said, squirming a little.

“Got your attention now? Eat some food. I had to slave away, standing in front of the warmer, for like 2 minutes. Clearly a labor intensive effort.” He chuckled, and pushed the fork forward. “Eeeeeat. Eat your fuckmothering nom noms.”

 

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Joan was still bright red but she leaned forward, keeping her eyes on Juan. She stuck her tongue out, using it to guide her mouth over the bit of steak, before pulling it off. “You need ta be careful wha’ ya say ta a girl in dat voice Juan…” She said, swallowing, then licking her lips. “Ya might make em do somefing they might regret,” She smiled, licking her lips.

He smiled, eyes staring intently into hers. “I know. It’s fascinating what it does.” He leans closer. “Do you like it? The sound of my v--” He didn’t finish the sentence before Joan jumped him, pulling him into a rough kiss.

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He chuckled in the kiss, and began pushing back forcefully. He growled sexily, and his right hand held her cheek. He pulled away for but a second, and smirked. “Do you regret that, cutie?”

“Oh, not even close yet,” She said, licking his neck. “So why dun ya give me some ideas of wha’ ah might regret hmm?”

“I can do that.” He growled again, and pulled her into another kiss, his tongue flowing into her mouth, an invader of sexual intent. Joan moaned into the kiss, letting her nails dig into Juan’s back.

“Anyfing…” Joan panted, pulling away and enjoying how their mouths were still connected by saliva. “Anyfing ya fink ah might regret in da mornin… Try me…” She said, holding his head and pulling it into her chest.

He ran his tongue along her breasts, his hands moving up to rub them, squeezing them. “Oh so much to do.” He stood up, pulling her up with him. “Let’s get started, we have things to do. Namely, each other.’ He laughed, and started backing her towards the bed.

Joan didn’t fight Juan in the slightest, keeping her eye on him. “Da only fing, is we dun do it doggy… Until laytah,” She said softly. “Ah wanna see ya…” She said, seeming unusually firm on that. “Wait til we’re bofe too deep inta ech ovah tah care, before we do anyfng like dat…” She added.

He smiled at her, reassuring. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’m not here to fuck a doll, I’m here to fuck a gorgous woman.” He looked into her eyes, placing his forehead against hers. His voice radiated that sexy accent, spilling into her ears like warm honey. “I’m not fucking a piece of meat. I have the privilege of making love to you.” Still looking into her eyes, he drops his shorts, his dick’s hardened state having been hidden by the elastic waistband.


Joan purred at the sight of Juan, sitting on the bed. “Ya got da lines primed,” She cooed, looking back up at Juan, lifting her legs to pull her Pj bottoms off. “Maybe you could do me a fayvah in start da engine, hmmm?” She asked, leaning back and spreading her legs a little, showing him her wet slit. “Wha’ ya say?”

Juan smirked, his hands trailing down her legs. “I can do that. You know what my fingers can do. You’ll be mewling in no time.” His left hand brushed past her slit, caressing it, teasing it. “I know you won’t regret this.” His fingers pushed inside her, and he smirked up at her. His index finger twisted, rubbing at her inner walls, still holding back.

Though, she was already starting to squirm and mewl, just like he predicted. He body roiled slowly, and he could feel her gripping his fingers. “Fuck…” She sighed, lying down completely. “Dis is nice…” She added.

He smiled, proud of his work, and pushed a second finger into her. “An honor to please, my darling.” He moved his fingers harder, rubbing them deep within her, all while he looked at her with a smug smile.

Joan’s body lurched, and she gasped. Her one hand reached down between her legs, pulling apart her lips as her other hand gripped a breast. “Oh god…” She whimpered, wrapping her legs around his neck and pulling him closer.

He chuckled, his fingers slick with her sex, rubbing deep and hard. “Would you say your engine is revved now my sweet? You’re cute like this.”

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Joan laid on top of Juan, panting, sweat dripping down her face and soaking her hair. “Fuck... “ She finally gasped, resting her head on Juan’s forehead. “Ya’ve got more in ya den a fought,” She smiled, giving him a soft kiss.

He smiled up at her, and returned the affectionate kiss. “Thanks cutie. I do my best, though you’re no help, you sexy woman you.” He reached up, and ran his fingers down her back.

Joan giggled. “Ya know,” She said, sitting up with a smile. “Ya always say ah’m so sexy, in yet ya seem ta ‘ave an easy time keepin yer ‘ands off me,” She said, leaning back down. “Wha ‘appened ta da guy ‘oo would grab me aris in da ‘allways in such, hmm?” She asked teasingly. “Even wif Tylah about, if ya did it quietly, ah wouldn’t ‘ave complained ta be ‘onest,” She sighed, leaning back down.

He shrugged, sighing. “I don’t know. I was never in the habit of just touching people.” His hands reached up and clutched her breasts, and stroked down her sides. “Granted, the option is certainly there now. And I know how much you like my touch. The opportunity is certainly fresh in my mind. I didn’t want to start trouble. I wasn’t scared, but I was worried it would hurt you and the kids if he saw that. Fat lot of good that gesture did me.” Frowning, he sighed, and hugged her close. “From now on, okay? There’s certainly enough to appreciate about you, my hands can try their best.”

“Hmm,” Joan sighed, gladly snuggling into the hug. “Wif dis ‘ole fing… Ah’m goona ‘ave to keep dis from da dusties fer a lemon longah,” She frowned. “Intraducin da kids ta a new partnah could put me in a jam wif da courts… In ah ‘ave a feelin Tylah is gonna ‘it me wif everything ‘e can…” She frowned. “Ah won’ le’ ‘im use ya as a club,” She said softly.

Juan smiled softly, and placed a hand on her cheek. “Then we follow the same course for a while longer.” He smiled mischievously, as his accent deeped. “Ours will be the hidden love, the silent affection. Forbidden by our families but driven by pure carnal attraction. A deeper love. A chaotic need.” He chuckles, and sighs. “Wow, I am the telenovela latino.”

“Yer a fuckin sap, you are,” Joan smiled, sitting back up. “Ah mean, ah love it, but yer a sap none da less,” She said, getting up and stretching out with a groan. “Ah could really use a meal,” She said, looking at Juan. “Ah fink dat is wha’ made dis more a struggle. Ah’m ‘ungry,” She chuckled, looking at Juan. “Ya want somefing?”

He gets up and stretches in turn, sneakily showing himself off, and he smiles. “I would love something. Our meal was interrupted by our insatiable selves. What the hell are we gonna eat, it’s late.” After stretching, and sighed. “I can heat something?”

“Nah,” Joan said, grabbing her pajamas and putting them on. “Put yer pants on. Ah’ve got a stash o’ good food ah kin make in da mess ‘all,” She said, walking to the door. “Ya kin oggle me arse while ah cook it,” She winked, slipping out of the door.

Juan smirked, and put his pants on, grabbing the nearest shirt to be somewhat decent before tossing it aside. “Yes ma’am.” He would slip out behind her, and join her in the mess hall.

Joan looked around, opening a cupboard and pulling out a bag. It was filled with potatoes. “Dis gonna be some good food,” She said, grabbing another bag of ground beef from the freezer and frowning a she looked it over. “It’s still good enough ah s’pose,” She said, setting it on the counter. “Dis nevah was a meal dat did bettah wif good ingredient anyway,” She sighed, sitting it on the counter.

Juan leaned on the counter, and shrugged. “It’ll be better than what I can make, that’s certain. I’ve been sticking to the microwaves for a reason.”

“Well,” Joan smiled, getting everything ready to go. “Den ah ‘ope ah do right by ya,” She said, getting what pots and pans they had. “ ‘ave you evah ‘ad an ‘ome cooked meal before?” She asked, setting the frozen beef into some warm water and pulling out the potatoes, starting to chop them up.

 

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Juan thought for a bit, and frowned. “A long time ago yeah. Back on Earth, when I had a couple more total people to love. Family, but it’s been a while since that’s mattered.” He shook his head, and smiled sadly. “Not important. I’m busy looking forward.”

Joan nodded her head softly. “If ya evah wanna talk bout it,” She said, continuing to chop the potatoes, as she set some water to boil. “Ah only know ‘ow ta cook cause we was poor,” Joan explained, dumping the potatoes into the water, turning around and leaning on the counter, crossing her arms. “Ah mean, ah grew up poor. Mum ‘ah all da money in da world from mah various ‘uncahls’ in such,” She frowned. “Folks would jus give me spare bits in bobs dey ‘ad about. Ah didn’t grow up in a well developed part of da UK,” She added with a shrug.

Juan sat down, breathing a sigh of understanding. “I’m not sure what it counts as, but I certainly…” He paused, realization dawning on him. “Wait she didn’t give you any money? Her child? She had money, but you didn’t? Tell me if I’m mistaken, but that sounds wrong.”

“Ya would be correct,” Joan sighed. “She’d spend it on wha’evah she wan’ed,” She said, shrugging her shoulders. “Most didn’t even know she was mah muvvah. She always said she was preparin me tah ‘ave da good life. Tah be willin ta do anyfing ta git ahead. Frow away shame in all dat,” She said, picking the meat out of the water and starting to prep it.

Juan smiled sadly at her, and exhaled through his nose quickly. “Seems you keep striking out on supportive family members. Or she was being too supportive of the wrong things. You’re definitely doing better than she was. If it’s alright to say that.”

“Ah at least know da name of me children favvah,” Joan shrugged. “Ah coulda bin da kid oh maybe ten different men?” She half asked. “Ah dun know,” She sighed, starting to work on the meat. “Win ah ‘it puberty, well,” She said, grabbing her breasts as if to make a point. “She was all da more sure ah was gonna be a strippah or worse, which is why ah ‘ated dose outfits so much.” She frowned. “Den ah figahed ah would jus’ do wha’ she taught me, frow away mah shame in git wha ah wanted.”

“Did that work?” Juan asked, looking at her with a concerned look. “You were uncomfortable enough in the outfit, so it doesn’t look like it stuck. Why… the hell did she decide so early that her daughter would amount to nothing. So many parents spend hours trying to tell their children that they’re special and can accomplish all sorts of things with a good bit of work, what is the idea telling you that you’re destined to the gutter? Did she want other people to be miserable with?”

“Da GDW ain’t all da socialist utopia people make it out ta be,” Joan shrugged. “Sex workahs were pretty common in da outskirts, even on earf,” She added. “Ah event’ally ran off. Stole a few fousand pound from mum, in vanished,” She said. “Went ta London, ‘ence mah accent. Got intah school in such, in den a recruiter got ‘is mitts on me. Weaved a story bout belongin, which ah ate, in da res’ is ‘istory.”

Juan sighed, and nodded. “You don’t have to tell me the utopia is a sham. My sister found herself in the work, when we were all grown up and she decided to try and pretend that she chose that life. Never heard from her again, at least not in any positive light. I forget how I got recruited to the forces but I know why. I was running.” He shrugged his shoulders and frowned at himself. “I was gonna go to some university, be some sort of expert in something, but events didn’t go well.” He looked down to the counter, and shook his head, ridding himself of his thoughts. “I’m glad you got out. I’m glad, in some twisted way, that we pushed through the dark shit. How else would I have met you?” He chuckled quietly, and stared at the boiling pot. “Silver linings I guess.”

“S’pose ya could say dat,” She said, going back to the dinner. “Ah mean, ah still got some… Lingerin aspects oh me muvvah ‘anging about, but…” She said, looking at Juan. “Maybe ah’ll tell ya mah name some day,” She smiled, her face going red. “Ya wouldn’t believe it if ah told cha.”

He smirked, looking at her with a tilted head. “Your name isn’t actually Joan? Crazy. My name is secretly John, but Juan was sexier.” He chuckled at himself, and shook his head. “That was a dirty lie, but still. Maybe one day I’ll find out. I think you’ve been doing well, from an outsider with one foot inside’s perspective. I don’t have many mothers to compare you to, so compared to yours you’re mother of the year!”

“A fuckin retarted monkey is a butter mum den mine was,” Joan laughed, shaking her head as she started mashing the potatoes and stirring in the ground meat, quickly adding in some water and flour to make a gravy. “Ah only know ‘ow to be a mum by not doin wha’ me mum did… ‘ence why I was so ‘esitant wif being wif you…” She sighed. “Foods ready.”

Juan grabbed a plate and a fork, and stood there with a smile, like a kid waiting for a good bowl of food to be handed to them. “Your mother spend time with a lot of “Spaniards”? Or did it just feel like… a rebound or something?”

Joan just smiled, shaking her head and serving him up some of the food. "Ah didn't wanna make it an 'abit o' dating men. If we didn't work out, ah might jus' git inta a new relationship once ah got da chance, in sleeping wif guys. It'd be a downward spiral is all," she sighed, filling her own plate. "Season as necessary, if ya want. Ah didn't put any in so it might be a tough bland." She said, digging in herself.

Juan shrugged, and took a heaping batch, salting it. “Fair enough. I’ll do my best to not fuck up I guess. Shouldn’t be too hard. I can’t be any worse than the last guy.” He sits down, and begins his meal. “You’re gonna be fine Joan. I know it.”

“Keep doin wha’ yer doing Spaniard,” Joan smiled at him, covering her mouth with a hand. “Ah’m not one fer constant romantics in such. Make me feel wan’ed in ah’ll make sure yer taken care of,” She smiled, taking another bite of her food.

He smiles, taking a bite, and nodding. “Well with food like this,” he points at her, “a body like that,” and he boops her nose, “and a cute face like this. What more could I possibly want?” He smiles wide. “You’re one in a gazillion, and I’m lucky to know you.”
“Yer just tryin ta git laid again,” Joan grinned, turning around starting to wash up. “Ah’m not dat cute, in two kids still rocked ma body in da worst way,” She chuckled.

Juan laughed, and ate to finish up this meal. “Nonsense, you’re fine as hell. Hey, you didn’t finish. You not hungry?”

“Ah wanna git dis cleaned,” Joan said, looking over her shoulder. “Why, ya fed me pretty good a bit ago,” She giggle, looking back at the dishes she was cleaning.

He chuckled, and finished the meal, coming up behind her and placing the plate with the others. Leaving her to clean the dishes, his hands instead moved to wrap her from behind, his head resting on her shoulder. His hands moved down her abdomen, and down to caress her waist, eliciting a soft moan from the woman. He whispered in her ear, smirking. “Darn right I did. Shame I can’t be more help in the cleaning, but I just can’t resist this touch. I don’t think you can either.”

“Ah told ya,” Joan whispered, pushing Juan’s hands down her pants. “Ah love ta be touched,” She said continuing to wash the dishes. “Ya dun ‘ave ta ask ya know,” She whispered, side eyeing Juan. “Ah love yer ‘ands being all ovah me. It’s relaxin,” She sighed, going back to washing the dishes.

Juan smiled proudly, his hands now caressing her below her pajama pants, breathing in her ear sensually. “Then I won’t. I’ll just have to use a modicum of common sense. Common sense tells me you need my touch, so I am duty bound to supply it.” He hummed happily in her ear, an old musical tune.

Joan continued to wash the dishes, letting out pleased mewls and moans as Juan caressed her body, before leaning back into him. “Use it ta tell when not ta do dis, yes,” She sighed. “Obviously not round a dusties, ah’m a li’el less concerned bout da adults. Nuffin too inappropriate,” She explained.zs`

“Exactly. It’s all about timing.” His hands push further, rubbing against her inner thighs, teeth gently nipping at her ear. “I’m smart enough to watch myself around you while others are around, as much pain as such restraint might cause.” He chuckles at his own words.

“Mmmm,” Joan groaned, melting into Juan’s attention, hands resting on his thighs to help hold herself up. “ ‘ow bout a massage when we git back?” She asked, looking at Juan with a soft smile. “I’ll return the favor after if ya want,” She added coyly.

He chuckled, proud of his work, and whispered in his spaniard accent. “Seems fair my darling. Touch for touch. Let’s start on our way, if you can even pull away from me.”

“Fuck…” Joan groaned, turning around and pulling Juan into yet another kiss.