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"Wow, very sneaky," she said, wrinkling her nose at him. "I think I may have preferred telepathy."
The golden flecks in his eyes glowed. He raised a finger to his lips and left her in mystery for the rest of the day.
Mia had brought clothing from Earth, of course, but there was something about the style of the Tor'vians that appealed to her. It was extraordinarily elegant and form-fitting but not uncomfortable in the slightest. Women on Earth were constantly forced into tight clothing. But she had observed women of all shapes, sizes, and gender expressions during her time on the alien planet, which included fashion that bent and stretched to your convenience.
So Mia wore an outfit that was tailored for her by a stylist friend of Tharon's. She was unsure about it at first because the friend had more experience designing military wear rather than what Mia thought of as dinner-date wear. It also had a latex look to it, calling back memories of all the times she had to tear herself out of her own clothing.
But the dress-like attire fit Mia like a glove. A rather roomy and comfortable glove. The bodice of it laced along her waist and dipped with her hips, but the material never dug into her skin the way a common corset would. Her breasts were finely held up in the air, creating exceptional cleavage, but it also did not feel like she was being forced into bindings of any kind. A silky cape swooped down her back like a queen trailing down castle steps.
Mia let her hair flow out across her shoulders like a glossy stain. The red shade had grown more vivid as the days went on, and she wondered if there was something about the herbs she was using in the shower or the quality of the air here.
She applied dark, wine-red lipstick as a finishing touch. When she studied herself in the mirror, she realized she had never felt more beautiful or powerful in her entire life.
Tharon made her feel like a goddess, one that brazenly knew her worth.
Tharon wore a dignified military-style uniform, the color of the night sky, with cardinal red accents on the cuffs and collar. He looked ridiculously handsome, his smile a weapon to her soul.
"Good evening, gorgeous," he said before leading her into the backyard.
Tharon held out his hand and bowed like a gentleman. She took it gingerly, and he led her outside.
Mia was shocked by the sight. What looked like a massive warplane sat on Tharon's property beside the yellow bulb garden that glowed at night out his bedroom window. She looked at him, a hand placed on her chest.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" she said, trying to control her quivering lips.
Tharon held out a hand to the aircraft. "This is one of our tourist planes," he said, smiling at her. "I reserved one just for us tonight as there is going to be a lightning eclipse if my men aren't mistaken."
Mia had a thousand questions surging through her head. "A lightning eclipse?"
Tharon chuckled as the entry ramp to the aircraft opened, lowering to the ground with a quiet hiss. Mia then realized that she hadn't even heard the plane arrive.
"You will see," he said, holding his arm out to her. "You are in for a treat, my sweet darling."
Mia did not contain her blush as they were guided onto the private plane. Inside was essentially a residence as lavish and polished as the bunker and everything else constructed on the planet. They were whisked to their own table and served the finest and rarest of cuisine while the plane hovered in the air.
It made no sound as the ground disappeared below them. They were seated next to the window as they ate by electronic candlelight, the reddened trees disappearing into the blue sea of the sky.
"What is going on now?" Mia said, somewhat impatiently.
Tharon hadn't stopped smiling since they'd gotten on board.
"Finish your dinner, then you’ll see."
She ate till she was full, curious about what a lightning eclipse entailed. Gesturing with his arm, Tharon guided her again to a private theater experience. Except they weren't going to watch a film. They were going to watch the sky.
They settled into the seats while the walls of the plane dissipated as they had in the bunker into transparent, clear glass. At first, there was only a black void. Then, suddenly, something sparked out of the corner of Mia's eye.
“My goodness ..." she whispered.
Tharon held her tightly, his arm swathed around her waist, his thumb caressing her exposed thigh.
"Watch … It's on its way."
The spark began like a small interpretive dance, swirling in shaky, uneven lines. They looked like the flickers of a fire that spread over the canvas of the sky. Soon enough, lightning surged in every neon and pastel shade of the rainbow.
Like the plane, the ballet of bolts and shades made no sound, just pulsing and blasting over the black like it was a personal performance. It went on for nearly half an hour until two moons emerged, seemingly from nowhere, the lilac color of the commander's eyes.
"Watch," he murmured, clearly mesmerized.
