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They passed narrow windows that bubbled out into space. Something was inside the glass—tiny tubes of glimmering liquid. Stopping to skim her gloved fingers over the chilly surface, it hummed beneath her hand and warmed. Like one of those plasma ball lamps—only this felt undefinably alive.
“Wow,” she breathed.
He floated beside her, stroking the glass as well. “My ship is built to interact with the spark in our bodies.”
“I don’t have a spark.”
He made a noise of disagreement. “You have electricity in your body. It’s just different.”
Drifting further down the hall, he dragged his fingers along the glass and all the little strings of light in the window grew taut and bright like a fishing net being stretched.
She felt the insistent pull through every nerve in her body, abruptly plunging her into a sensual heat bath. “O-oh,” she gasped, watching him more carefully the moment he let off. “That seems… dangerous.”
His eyes fastened to her. “With you here, I intend to thoroughly abuse it.”
They continued on. When they entered the prisoner hold, every brain cell in her head fell out and died.
It was the most distracting and incomprehensible room she’d ever been in.
And she was ready to drop everything and live there. Preferably without a pirate in the picture. She ran her hand over her helmet, aiming to swipe her mouth, as dirty images flooded her mind.
What had Caligher awakened in her?
“Is something wrong?” he asked, deceptively innocent, swimming deeper into the room.
“I’m thinking I should have just told you I was human at the start.”
“Oh?” His eyes shifted to the cell in the center.
By center, she meant…center-center. On the x, y, and z-axis. It was a bizarre construction of copper, glass, and insulation to prevent interference from within. And it floated between floor and ceiling, impossibly suspended.
He released a loud breath, staring at the cube. “I agree. There’s a lot we could have done in this room. But right now, we have a pirate to contain.” He beckoned her closer.
“Right…” She blinked, clearing her head. They couldn’t afford distractions. Pinning her focus to the cell, she attached her tool-belt to a rail and they got to work.
* * *
At some point, she could no longer take wearing the helmet, so she ripped it free. The atmosphere was surprisingly steady.
Warmer, for certain, and a bit humid. A touch of ozone made the green and black environment feel like stormy, ocean air under a dark sky. She fucking loved it. It was moody. It was creepy. It gave her surface-level chills but warmed her like whiskey because shestillcouldn’t stop picturing what they could have been doing in there.
Her hair clung to the back of her neck. She drew the length out, feeling Caligher’s eyes follow the motion. Meeting his intense gaze, she swallowed.
Working side-by-side with him was a quietly erotic activity. Whenever they traded tools, he brushed her hand, or sometimes another part of her. He put his hands on her when he needed around her, sending butterflies to her stomach. Whenever she opened her mouth to speak, his intense stare surveyed over her, watching her with a piercing, predatory intent.
As she helped him fortify his trap, she had the uncanny sense of digging her own grave.
“That should be it,” she finally said, wiping her face. “That’s the end-all-be-all of prison cells if I’ve ever seen it.”
Caligher fused one last thing together and the door slid open, waiting for an occupant. He turned to her, eyes sharpening, causing her to flush.
Was he thinking of shoving her inside the thing?
Her breath came in stilted pants as the tension approached uncomfortable. She could feel the sweat clinging to her body, the lazy air movement. She could feel heat pooling in her belly and she knew, as his eyes shifted back to study that cell, that she would let him do as he pleased.
“I need to get the pirate,” he said quietly.
She nodded in silence. There was no outlet for what she was feeling.
