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gain just another millimeter of entry into her.
    Sweat poured from them both, and wet trails trickled down her sides as it mingled and flowed in the cool air of the sitting room. Spence grunted and moaned meaningless noises to match those she voiced around their kissing lips.
    Spence collapsed on top of her, his softening dick slipping from her pussy to slap against her thigh. When he tried to move from atop her, Star hugged him, not caring that his mass made it hard to breath. She wanted to touch him with as much of her body as she could, to feel his warmth against her skin.
    Star didn't know how long they lay on the sofa in each others arms, sometimes kissing, sometimes talking quietly, usually just staring at each other, but at some point, they fell asleep. Her dreams were different that night. She rarely remembered her dreams, but the ones that came to her after making love with Spence felt safe and warm. She knew he would protect her when she needed protection, even if she didn't know she needed it. 

Chapter 6
     
     
    More than a century as a Marine built certain reactions, and the chirp of his communicator brought Spence instantly awake. He reached for the communicator, still attached to his uniform where it lie piled on the floor, and fell off the sofa. He grabbed the device from his shirt and pressed the answer button.
    "This better be good."
    There was a long pause before Debi Harvey's voice came through. "Major?"
    "Yes, Ensign."
    "Is Star OK? She doesn't answer."
    He looked up from the floor at Star. She slept soundly, a soft smile on her beautiful face. The sight of her nude body on the couch made his cock stiffen a bit.
    "She's fantastic. What's up?"
    Again, Harvey hesitated a moment. "Just some more things I think you two should know about."
    He never considered himself a romantic, but it seemed just plain wrong to spend the morning after making love all night to the most wonderful, fascinating woman he'd ever known trying to figure out if a bunch of aliens were going to kill them all. Then again, other than the making love all night part, the situation wasn't even remotely romantic. The fact was that it was their job.
    He sighed. "Give us about forty-five minutes."
     
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    Confusing images of DNA swam on the display of Debi's data recorder and mixed in Star's head with the wonderful erotic images of Spence from the night they shared on the sofa. She shook her head trying to make things fall into place.
    Debi tapped the screen. "These plants aren't old enough to have evolved here to the point they have."
    "I don't understand." Spence rubbed his eyes. "What do you mean they aren't old enough? How old can a plant be?"
    "No, not the individual plants, Major." Debi took a deep breath. "I mean the species isn't old enough. There are a lot of variables we don't understand about this world yet, but genetic mutations happen at a predictable rate. In other words, we can look at the DNA and tell how old a species is based on the mutations."
    Star caught the detail part. "What's this about variables you don't understand?"
    "Sometimes, certain conditions can change the mutation rate. Things like background radiation and a few others." Debi grinned. "But it doesn't matter. Enough radiation to make mutations happen fast enough to see a species this young would kill all carbon-based life here."
    Spence stopped with his coffee halfway to his mouth. "Eh?"
    "Yeah. This plant species is only about two hundred years old."
    Star stared at the screen for a moment. "But you said there are variables that could change that."
    "There are. By as much as a factor of five." Debi tapped her finger against the screen as she spoke. "Best case, this species is only a thousand years old."
    Spence shrugged. "So what? It just recently evolved."
    Debi shook her head. "It's one of the oldest I've found so far. And there's evidence of artificial manipulation of the DNA."
    "You mean it was made?" Star remembered the artificial device in the