She plucks at the fabric still hanging around her waist. I like that she isn’t covering herself for me anymore, that her littletits are out, bobbling around deliciously, asking to be bitten and teased.
“Oh yeah, because this is going to fit me great. Hmm. I’m, like, barely half your size, and you’re telling me this giant thing is going to fit me?”
“Well, why don’t you put it all the way on and see for yourself?” I offer.
“Oh, so you can laugh at me?”
“Lily, my sweet, there are many things I’m interested in doing with you, all of which I plan to explore in detail in the future. But laughing at you wearing too large clothing is not one of them. Believe it or not.”
She harrumphs, gives me one long last glare, then pulls the clothing on all the way.
The charcoal grey suit closes up in the front using microtechnology I don’t even begin to understand. As a soldier, I didn’t need to know how it worked. I just needed to know that it did.
It shrinks as it wraps around her body.
“Didn’t think that there was anything sexier than seeing you naked and spread out for me on that chair,” I say slowly, sitting up, marveling at her figure. “But now… now, I think maybe I like you better like this.”
“How the fuck did that happen?” she says, turning around and staring at herself, holding her leg out and examining the seam at the ankle. “That’s some crazy shit.”
“It’s not. It’s really pretty standard. It’s not even the good stuff, considering that’s the battle suit that most of the front-line wears. It’s cheap. It’s just that your Earth fabric must be terrible,” I tell her matter-of-factly.
“Gee, thank you so much for that wonderful summation of Earth technology.”
My forehead wrinkles as I try to understand her. “Do you have technology like this?”
“Of course we don’t,” she says, stomping around. “Now if there was just something to eat in here…” She moves around the walls
“Oh, let me guess, if I press this button right here it will?—”
She presses the giant dome button on the side of the entryway before I can tell her not to, and the entire dome begins to sizzle, evaporating to leave no trace.
I sigh, getting up off the bed.
“What the fuck?” she says, stamping her little foot. “I don’t even have shoes on.”
“You just disintegrated it,” I tell her. “Once we are done with our biodomes, you push that button, and they do exactly what you just saw in order to leave no debris behind, even on the battlefield.”
She looks at me like I’m speaking a foreign language, and for a moment I wonder if her translator is broken. Then I realize this is probably another species problem.
“Does your kind not care about your planet?”
“Listen,” she says, crossing her arms then blowing a piece of hair out of her face with her bottom lip. “I am not in the mood to get into climate policy and ethics right now, okay?”
She rolls her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this entire situation is.
“You’re telling me that Earth, your planet, is not being well taken care of? That you don’t have even the cheapest of these fabrics?” I gesture to the suit she’s wearing as I pull my pants back on. I don’t miss the way her gaze drops to my cock as I tuck it into my waistband. “And you’re upset about possibly moving to Sueva and having land of your own on a planet that’s well taken care of and probably the safest in the galaxy?”
Her face scrunches up, and I can tell that she’s genuinely struggling with this.
I tilt my head. “Or is it that you’re so offended by the idea of spending your life with me?”
She doesn’t answer, but her eyes go wide, and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too hard.
“Forget it,” I tell her, shaking my head. “Please don’t answer that.”
“Good morning,” a familiar voice booms, and we both spin around to find the AI hologram projected in front of us.
“Since you have chosen to destroy your dome, I can only assume that means that you’re ready to tackle today’s challenge.”
