“Spitfire!” I hear him calling to me, and I slam out my hand which makes contact with his face, as I push him backwards.
“Leave me alone,” I moan. “I ache all over and it’s because of you.”
Not that I’m going to admit to being a more than willing participant in our enthusiastic love-making. Not even to myself.
“You need to wake up, my little mate,” Driok says.
I open my eyes, about to tell him that we have yet to establish the whole mate thing as a certainty, and find him gazing down at me, his eyes filled with fire, the slit pupils mere lines.
“What is it?” I stretch out.
“We have to leave this place.”
“Why? Is it on fire?” I chuckle at my own joke.
Driok doesn’t reply immediately, and I sniff at the air, sitting upright to check we are not actually on fire.
“I am required to return to my quadrant.”
“Well, off you go then.” I lie back down. “You left me once before. I’m sure you can manage again.”
Yes, it’s a low blow, and one I’m not proud of.
“I will never leave you, little mate. And I am sure you will never leave me either.”
Oh. Ouch. It would appear Driok can give as good as he gets.
And now he’s holding out his hand to me.
“Come, I have your clothing here.” He pats a small pile next to him.
“You have a clothing maker here?”
Driok shrugs. “It would appear Deus does. So I made you something to wear, for expediency’s sake.”
“Expediency will have to wait.” I get to my feet as my bladder makes itself known, and I scramble to the bathroom.
As I turn to close the door, it’s blocked by a huge Sarkarnii.
“I prefer to pee alone,” I tell him.
“You are my mate,” he replies. “And I said I would not leave you.”
“I am going to take a pee. Your presence is not required,” I respond.
Is that a wicked glint in his eye? I’m not sure because he’s assumed a face the best poker player on earth would be proud of.
“My word is my bond. I will not leave you.”
“Fine!” I flounce over to the bowl which acts as a toilet, although rather than having water, it swirls with absorbent crystals, something which has always made me think of cats.
I pull down my pants, desperation getting the better of me, as I plonk myself onto the alien loo.
As I look up, I’m sure my display will have made Driok leave. But instead, he’s still there, leaning one bent arm on the door frame, carefully inspecting me.
Given he’s had access toeveryintimate part of me, why this should feel wrong is anyone’s guess. Just because I’m using these bits for a different function doesn’t mean they become different.
So, if Driok wants to watch, let him watch. I’m done being embarrassed. About anything. Especially anything to do with him.
