They rested there for maybe five minutes before Trevor began to snore, softly at first, then louder, louder.  

​     Niki left him to his blessed unconsciousness.  

​     Her pussy felt so sensitive right then, very tender.

     She hated the idea of putting her robe back on.  

     She walked into the holoroom, where they did a lot of their training. 

     Without a holo on, it was an empty room the size of a basketball court.

​     "Chair," Niki said.    

     Niki's chair rose from the floor so could sit on it.

     "Night desert," she said. 

     It was a holo she saved for only certain occasions, for those times when the Rude Dreads washed over her, those times when she felt most alone in a stone cold universe. She rarely allowed herself to feel fear because she hated that feeling. Fear weakened her, and she hated to feel weak. The Rude Dreads, though, they scared her. They scared her because they came out of nowhere, they were overwhelming, they were horrible, and she had absolutely no control over them.

     In this holo she created for when the Rude Dreads attacked her, the chair she sat on became a rock. 

     She sat naked and alone with nothing but desert in every direction and a night sky filled with stars.

     And only then did she allow herself to consciously start really thinking about Fathom again. 

     She'd fought the keep from thinking about Fathom while she and Trevor made love. 

     Although, of course, on the other hand, Fathom had been with her the entire time. 

     In those moments when it was more than just sex with Trevor, in those moments when they truly connected as lovers, that's where Fathom would be because that's where her strong love for Fathom resided. Niki would be in the moment, fucking Trevor, and the spirit of Fathom would flow over her and through her so that, by the time she climaxed, her love for Trevor and for Fathom had become one within her.      Now, though...

     Her love for Fathom, shattered forevermore into something horrible and tragic and guilt-packed and razor sharp, washed over her to leave her with chattering teeth.

     Niki did something she hadn't done in years.

     She cried.

     Sobs made her body tremble as she cried, she cried, she cried. 

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