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Just a little standard disclaimer: This story describe sexual activity, so
please don't read this if you're underage or very very sensitive.  This is
a pure work of fiction, and any resemblance to actual people or events are
purely coincidental.  Keep in mind that the title was freely borrowed from
a line from William Henley's "Echoes, In Memoriul Margaritae Sororis No. 
2" Please don't repost or archive any of my stories without specific
permission from the author.  Feedback is encouraged, by email to

   William Henley's "Echoes, In Memoriul Margaritae Sororis No.  2"

   Great Gift of Sleep

   By Shon Richards

   Belerra opened her eyes and smiled.  The hibernation chamber was pumping
endorphins into her body to soothe the discomfort of having been sleeping
for a year.  Belerra flexed her hand and was pleased at how limber it felt.
Once again, her personal virus into the hibernation systems had stimulated
her muscles sufficiently to allow her to move freely.  She wouldn't have to
sit through the day of electro-stimulation the doctors recommended.  It was
a drain on energy resources to have the chamber stimulate her while trying
to keep her asleep, but Belerra was a cunning programmer.  The virus had
succeeded for five years in a row, and no one was any wiser.

   She rose from her hibernation couch naked, not bothering to wear the
robe that was laid out beside her.  No one else would be waking up today;
in fact, no one would be waking up for another twenty years.  Belerra
enjoyed the deathly quiet of the ship.  All around her the rest of the crew
was sleeping peacefully; oblivious to the mischief Belerra had planned

   Belerra walked over to one couch in particular.  She was pleased to see
that her virus was almost finished with the revival of her special Lorelei.
Belerra sat down on the couch's edge, leaning over the sleeping woman's
body.  Lorelei was beautiful with her short blonde hair and small boyish
breasts.  Belerra waited, her heart beating rapidly, as Lorelei's eyes
fluttered open.  Surprise washed across Lorelei's face as she tried to
move, and panic became apparent as she found her muscles useless.  Belerra
laid a soothing hand on Lorelei's face.

   "Happy Valentine's Day, Lorelei," Belerra said.  She swept her long
black hair behind her so that her hair wouldn't tickle her love.

   "Again?" Lorelei answered, her voice a mere whisper.  Belerra's virus
program had stimulated Lorelei enough to talk, but not much else.  "It
seems like I just went to sleep . . ."

   "It's been another year," Belerra answered.  "And even when I'm asleep,
I feel my body longing for you."

   Lorelei laughed, a weak sound that was not unkind.  "Please, Belerra. 
I'm flattered, but I'm a married woman.  Colm is sleeping not three feet
away.  You have to quit doing this."

   Belerra smiled.  Her hand traveled down Lorelei's face and brushed the
woman's shoulder.  "Quit?  Why should I quit when we have twenty more
Valentine Days alone together?  When we make planetfall, we might never get
another private moment away from Colm.  Why would I stop seeing you when
that brute can't stop me?"

   "He's not that bad," Lorelei protested, although without much feeling.
"He's just been stressed with the mission.  I'm sure once we make
planetfall, he gets settled in, and everything calms down, he'll stop being
so cold."

   Belerra laughed, and her laugh was loud and sensual in the quiet ship.
"That doesn't excuse his cheating on you with Galena.  He wasn't too
stressed to fuck her at the departure party." Her hand traveled further
down to Lorelei's stomach.  She enjoyed watching the goose bumps rise on
her love's skin.

   "Now you are just being mean," Lorelei pouted, still helpless to move in
her hibernation couch.  "I wish you had never seen him fuck her, and I wish
you had never told me about it.  If you hadn't seen him acting unfaithful,
you wouldn't keep trying to seduce me."

   Belerra shook her head, her breasts swaying as she did.  "No, I had this
planned for a long time.  Your husband's infidelity just made me feel less
guilty.  I've wanted you ever since we worked on the terraforming proposal.
I've wanted you ever since that first day we swapped stories about college.
I've wanted you ever since the day you told me about your pet dolphin."

   Lorelei laughed, remembering those stories and carefree days.  Her
laughter was cut short as Belerra's hand moved to her thigh.  She couldn't
move at all, but she could feel.  The endorphins prevented the stiffness
and pain that would normally be present from lying still for a year, but
they couldn't stop the wonderful feeling of Belerra's touch.  She could
feel the feather light touch of fingernails on skin and the warm melting
heat that was spreading through her body.

   "Belerra," Lorelei sighed.

   "I would never do anything you don't want me to," Belerra said tenderly.
"Just tell me to stop, and I shall." Belerra's hand moved to the inside of
Lorelei's thigh.  With infinite care, she stroked the smooth skin.

   Lorelei sighed, but she didn't tell her to stop.

   Belerra shifted on the edge of the couch, so that she could use both of
her hands on Lorelei's body.  Both of her hands massaged Lorelei's thighs,
stroking and molding the firm muscles underneath.  Circular motions soothed
Lorelei and her mouth hung open as she surrendered again to Belerra.

   Her hands still massaging Lorelei's thighs, Belerra dipped her head down
and kissed Lorelei's naked belly.  Her tongue darted into the tight belly
button.  Lorelei cried out, but she was helpless to even shudder.  Belerra
flicked her tongue on the belly button, savoring the soft flesh and salty
taste.  Her tongue tapped a short love song on Lorelei's stomach.  Belerra
felt a stirring in her own sex as she licked, the small belly button hole
making her think of other darker places.

   Belerra's hair fell forward, covering the smaller Lorelei's body.  The
long black hair fell between Lorelei's thighs, covered her belly and
straddling her waist.  The silky black hair was laid on her like a lover's
kiss, soft and promising of more pleasurable sensations to come.  Lorelei
wanted to raise her hands and touch the long black locks, but she could
only enjoy the stray hair that had fallen over her paralyzed hand.

   Her kisses, and her hands, traveled upwards.  The hands moved to
Lorelei's arms, massaging and touching every inch.  Belerra's mouth kissed
a trail up from Lorelei's belly, a dotted line of lips and tongue.  The
black hair moved with her, a gentle pulling of a thousand strands that
stroked Lorelei's body.  Belerra's mouth kissed between Lorelei's breasts,
and she paused as she looked up at her lover's face.  Lorelei couldn't look
back at Belerra, but her sighing lips were all that Belerra needed to see.
Belerra dipped her head back down and caught Lorelei's nipple in her mouth.
The nipple stiffened in her mouth, a sure sign of arousal that reassured
Belerra.  The kissing woman always doubted herself on Valentine's Day, so
this little physical testimony was a comfort as the tiny bit of flesh
flushed and grew warm.  Belerra sucked harder, clinging to the simple truth
that was so evident in her mouth.

   Lorelei sighed with contentment.  Belerra released the nipple, but she
blew a kiss before moving on.  The nipple shivered as Belerra's mouth blew
on it.  She smiled, feeling a bit more confidant herself.

   "All right, I'll be leaving you now then," Belerra teased.  She rose
back up and pulled her hair back behind her.

   "What?" Lorelei asked, confused.

   "You're a happily married woman," Belerra said.  "I should let you get
back to sleep and forget this nonsense."

   "No!" Lorelei hissed.  There was a flush to her faces that Belerra found

   "Are you asking me to stay?" Belerra asked.  Her hand went to Lorelei's
unsucked nipple.  A few gentle touches of her nails on the nipple and it
turned as red as its twin.

   Lorelei was silent.

   "I won't stay unless you ask," Belerra said.  Her lips were stern but
her gray eyes were bright and mischievous.

   "I can't," Lorelei said.

   "You won't," Belerra corrected.  "You're willing to take, but you're not
willing to admit you like it.  I can understand that.  Perhaps you are
waiting for your husband to please you.  I should put you back to sleep,
and then the next time you wake up you'll have Colm to welcome you."

   Belerra reached for the activation button, and Lorelei moaned in
protest. At that sound of perfect sadness and desire, something broke
within Belerra.

   "Please," Lorelei begged.

   Belerra looked down at her and the mischief was gone from her face. 
"It's hard for me too," Belerra whispered.  "It's hard for me to wake up,
even only once a year, and not know if you are going to go running to Colm
when this trip is over.  I'm sorry I've been teasing you these years.  I
shouldn't have taken advantage of you."

   "Shut up!" Lorelei shouted with her strained, quiet voice.  When Belerra
froze, Lorelei continued.  "Look, I've known Colm was an ass, and I knew he
was cheating on me.  Do you think I'm completely stupid?  I'm flattered
that you are interested in me, but how long have I known about your
feelings?  Five Valentine's Days!  Give a gal time to think!"

   Belerra was stunned by the outburst.  "I'm sorry," she said.  "I, I
guess I didn't think about it.  I'll leave you alone and give you time to

   "No!" Lorelei hissed again.  When Belerra look confused, Lorelei amended
herself.  "Give me time to think, but that doesn't mean you have to stop."

   Belerra smiled, her confidence was returning with an increased
excitement in her heart.  Lorelei hadn't given herself to her just yet, but
she wasn't fighting her either.  Belerra felt a tremendous burden lift from
her shoulders, and she knew just how she wanted to celebrate.

   Belerra moved carefully between Lorelei's legs, spreading the paralyzed
limbs so that they hung off the couch.  Lorelei's sex was naked in its
helplessness; she was unable even to close her thighs in modesty.  Belerra
settled in, tucking her legs under herself, kneeling on the couch.  Her
hands rested on Lorelei's thighs Belerra dipped her mouth down to Lorelei's
bare sex.  She felt her black hair slip again, covering the insides of
Lorelei's thighs, but she didn't think her love would mind.

   Using her fingers, Belerra parted Lorelei's sex.  She held the pink
petals open and took her first taste of Lorelei this year.  It was sweet,
like it was every year.  After she was satisfied with the taste, Belerra
nibbled further.  Lorelei's arousal was a steady flow of nectar, confirming
for Belerra that none of this was reluctant.  Her lips suckled from
Lorelei's nether lips, as if she could drink in Lorelei's acceptance of

   Lorelei moaned, her throat becoming dry from the constant pleasure.  She
felt so helpless, even to aid in her own ravishing.  She couldn't raise her
hands to push Belerra deeper inside her.  She couldn't spread her thighs
farther to allow Belerra more of her to lick.  Lorelei couldn't even arch
her back as electric shocks cascaded from her sex.

   Belerra couldn't help moving her own hips.  With Lorelei's primal smell
overwhelming her senses, Belerra was becoming increasingly aroused.  She
could feel Lorelei's thighs pulse with desire as she tried to clench.  She
buried her face into Lorelei's sex as she tried to ignore the burning in
her own pussy.  Belerra wanted to ease her own stress, but she had a sense
of duty towards Lorelei.  She was the one who arranged all of this; Belerra
felt she should be the one who had the burden of providing pleasure.  Her
kneeling hips swayed from side to side as she fought down her growing need.

   Lorelei's moaning stopped suddenly, and from past Valentine's Days
Belerra knew what this meant.  Belerra licked faster, centering on
Lorelei's emerging clit.  With rapid flicks of her tongue, Belerra brought
Lorelei to her first orgasm this year.

   "Oh!" Lorelei shouted, just once.  Her voice broke above her whisper and
then dropped to a low moan.  Belerra's tongue slowed, matching the falling
pulse of Lorelei's thighs.  The loving licks dropped to almost nothing,
allowing Lorelei to relax into bliss.

   "Happy Valentine's Day," Belerra said, rising like Aphrodite from
Lorelei's sea.  Belerra couldn't wait to go back to her couch, and
masturbate quickly before drifting back into hibernation.  Lorelei's eyes
were closed, a smile on her face.

   "Don't go!" Lorelei whispered.  Belerra paused.  "You're always leaving
after you take me."

   "Well, I didn't want to bother you," Belerra offered lamely.  "I just
wanted to give you something pleasant on Valentine's Day."

   Lorelei smiled.  "How about giving me some of your time instead?  If I'm
leaving Colm, I should at least know who I'm leaving him for."

   Belerra sat back down.


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