Rick comes in after I've already gotten in bed. He gives me a back massage as I drift off to sleep, telling me how sorry he is that he scared me. The last thing he would ever want to do is hurt me. And from now on, now that our sync is working away from SynDeCorp interference, everything is going to be just perfect between us. Our relationship will go back to how it was before the recall. And he's going to take such wonderful care of me.

He's leaving one thing out that has definitely changed in our relationship–the fact that we’re here on a space station with my husband, in his bed, and under his supervision. I don't bring it up because I want things to work out; I just don't see how they can.

It's weird that I immediately forgave him after he attacked me, even before he apologized the first time. I remember what Shane said about the sync affecting my emotions and I guess that explains my willingness to overlook bad experiences. The fact that Rick doesn't remember it at all helps. He looked and sounded so unlike himself that it seems like it wasn't him.

As I'm drifting off, a strange thought pops into my head. Could Shane use my implant to mess with my emotions? It's not something I should think my husband would do. I trust him. But trust can be broken right? It's kind of a circuitous line of thought. Like, okay, now I know that I can't really trust my own thoughts and emotions because the sync manipulates me via my implant. So, if Shane is manipulating me via my implant, how would I know? Couldn't he just wipe that suspicion from my mind? Me being suspicious of him seems like evidence that he's not doing it. But wanting to dismiss my suspicion so quickly seems like evidence to the opposite.

If I think it's happening, it's not. But if I don't think it's happening, it might be.

This is a crappy, pointless catch-22.

I give up and quickly fall asleep.

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I'm dreaming.

I'm back in the park, setting up a picnic on our big tartan blanket. This time there's three wine glasses. I look around and see Shane laying out in the sun again, but this time his head is resting in Rick's lap.

Rick holds his finger up to his lips. I look down at Shane, squinting to try and see through his sunglasses. He does seem to be asleep.

"He's not one of us," Rick tells me.

I tilt my head in confusion.

"He's not enhanced at all," he clarifies, "He thinks that makes him better than us, but it doesn't."

I guess he's right. I have an implant, and so does Rick. We have that in common.

"He thinks he's so smart," Rick combs his fingers through Shane's short hair, "but I could download the education and experience to do his job better than him. I can fuck you better than he can. I look better than he does. You like me more."

All true.

"So, what do we do?" I say, handing Rick a glass of wine, "We just leave him? You think we should be a couple and live happily ever after?"

He nods and takes a sip, "Lets lock him up in a cryo-pod. I'll change my pigment to look more like him and I can just take over his life and his job. Horizon Colonies won't care as long as the work gets done. And when the terraform is complete, we'll settle on this new world. We'll be free. Free from SynDeCorp, free from Shane."

I think about what he's suggesting for a moment. I picture it, living with Rick. Without Shane.

I shake my head, "No. I don't want that."

"We are synced. I couldn't come up with this plan if you didn't want it."

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"No." I shake my head. "It's not true. This is a dream."

"You don't want him anymore. You don't need him."

"NO!"

There's a body wrapped around me, warm breath in my hair, a strong arm snaked over my stomach holding me close.

"Shhhh, it's ok, Honey. Just a dream."

I turn toward Rick. "You—" I think about how to ask this, "You couldn't hurt Shane could you?"

He shakes his head, "My programming doesn't allow it. Not even in self-defense."

He did attack me though.

I push that thought aside.

"I don't want you to do or say anything to try and get rid of Shane."

He moves over me, so I'm flat on my back gazing up at his perfect face, "I wouldn't. I know you love him. He's important to you. And I couldn't anyway, it goes against my protocols."

"Okay."

He's wedged himself between my knees and I wrap my legs around him as he leans down and kisses me sweetly. Then with more intensity.

"You like me best though don't you?" he murmurs against my mouth as a hand slips down between us. He really does know just how to touch me. He spears me with two fingers while his thumb rubs my clit with just the right pressure. When I've touched myself, it takes at least three minutes to work up to a climax. Curving his fingers as he glides them into me, hitting all the right spots, he's already making me come.

I haven't recovered yet, I'm still shuddering while he flips me over, positioning me on my knees at the edge of the bed, with me splayed wide and my shoulders flat to the blanket. I think he's going to screw me, I need him to, but he doesn't. He kneels down behind me.

"You don't have to say it. I know you like me best." With that he licks me from the back. I'm all sensitive from what I just experienced, so when he licks my button, I jerk and squeal, then he grips my thigh with one hand and slaps my butt with the other.

"Hold still," he orders me.

Then he's using his fingers and mouth expertly. He's pushing me, forcing me toward another precipis and I don't think I can stand it. It's too much, the feeling too acute.

And right when this climax is about to break over me, he moves away.

I say something in protest, but it's only a moment because he quickly stands and shoves himself into me, so fast, so hard. He's forcing me to give way to him and it's rough, and it hurts a stinging stretch that tips me right over the edge. That's all it took, one stroke and I'm coming on his cock.

"How can you settle for anything else when I'm so good to you?" he demands as he starts moving, "Look at you squirming on my dick. Look at that pretty little pussy creaming all over me."

He's hammering into me with force, grabbing hold of my hips to pull me roughly back against him with every stroke and all I can do is brace and take it.

He keeps saying ridiculous things like, ‘this is your favorite cock’" and ’this pussy likes me best’.

It would almost be funny if he wasn't doing me so hard it sends shockwaves through my body. Making me grit my teeth as the exquisite, acutely pleasurable force of him buoys me from one peak to another so it feels like I'm experiencing one continuous orgasm.

Rick is pulled away from me and then falls down on the bed next to me, and I'm suddenly, shockingly empty. When I look behind me to see what's going on, it's Shane. He must have yanked Rick right off of me and pushed him over.

He has an angry scowl on his face, but he doesn’t say anything, just yanks his suit from the shoulder closure down his whole body in a single motion and without a word, pushes his cock into me.

It's then that I know for sure I don't have a favorite, and my pussy doesn't either. I clamp down on Shane's cock just as tightly as I did Rick's. He grabs a rough handful of my hair, yanking and making me arch my neck and my eyes water.

"Who's inside you right now?" he demands, using the hold he has on my hair to lift me up, back against his chest.

"You!"

“And what’s my name, huh?”

I grunt at the pressure of his cock, the stinging of him pulling my hair. “Sh-Shane!”

"That’s right…and who's pussy is this?"

I don't answer–I can’t, because Rick has moved to his knees in front of me. I'm sandwiched between the two of them now with Rick kneeling on the bed in front of me and Shane standing at the edge of the bed behind me. He's fucking me roughly as Rick holding me gently and caressing every part of my body he can reach. He pins my clit between two fingers and squeezes as Shane continues to fuck into me and I go off like the fourth of July. A climax that suffuses all of my senses with light and heat causing me to stiffen and quake.

"This is my pussy, Honey. I fucking own it," Shane growls through gritted teeth as he comes.

I fall over on the bed next to Rick and Shane soon follows, plunking down beside me, both of us panting.

I look over to Rick, kneeling on the other side of me with his hand wrapped around his still-hard dick.

"Looks like you left him hanging. That's not polite," Shane tuts. "You should give him a hand."

I hold my hand up tiredly and Rick places it on his cock. He wraps his big hand around my smaller one, encouraging me to squeeze and tug as he stares down at me in worshipful, rapt fascination.

"You're so pretty. Your hand feels so good," He moves my hand, jerking quickly and bucking his hips, "I'm gonna come..."

And he does, all on my tits.

He slumps down to the bed, positioning himself alongside me. He pays no attention to the mess as he rolls me against him, my front plastered to his side. I feel Shane move about until he's spooning me from behind. He throws a blanket he must have grabbed off the floor over all of us.

Both of them quickly drop off to sleep and I'm just a sweaty, sticky, mess stuck between them.

Well.

That was something.