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“These replicated cushions are for this sleeping cycle only,” he assured Lia as he guided her out of the bridge. The four Terran-size red cushions in his arms were nearly blocking his view towards the corridor beyond. “We’ll buy the softest and most orange natural ones on Funk’fru, I promise. Orange color for the non-food replicator as well, since I’m all out of it.”
“Okay…”
“You don’t want orange cushions? We’ll get any color you desire!... Or colorful ones?... Or each cushion being a different color, to make our nest more eye-popping?” Cubbie might not like the last option, but the rabbisaurus would have to sleep more in his own nest from now on, anyway.
Dargus cast a look over his shoulder at the furball nestled in Lia’s arm. Cubbie had been panting in exhaustion behind a crate in the cargo hold when Dargus had gone there to replicate new clothes for Lia. After some petting from Dargus and some snuggling with Lia in the pilot seat while Dargus had been replicating the cushions, Cubbie was now calm and relaxed. There was no trace of the stunning-induced hyperactivity and anxiety.
As for Lia, she had an amused glint in her deep brown eyes.
“Did I say something funny?” Dargus liked seeing humor in her gaze, but he also liked to know what she thought of his nest decorating ideas.
Matters of the nest were no laughing matter. As Bargus had learned when he had jokingly decorated his nest with flowers used in Clenarian funerals, to mark the untimely end of his life as a single male. T’kala had deprived him of her presence in the nest for three planetary rotations.
“Don’t worry about the color of the cushions, Dar,” Lia told him as they reached the nestroom door. “How soft they are isn’t going to change my decision about us either. Can I try to open the door?”
“Of course, give it a try.”
He had given her access to all parts of hisDickionwhile waiting for the replicator to produce the new cushions. He had needed something to keep his thoughts off the fact that Lia was naked on the bridge in the meantime. Sliding the Luvian nightgown he had replicated for her over her soft, creamy skin. Sitting in his pilot seat. Touching his navigation console… Instead of bothering him, the thought of Lia in his personal space had made him hard.
Dargus was still hard, actually, both his cocks erect and aching to claim his true mate. That she looked edible in the blue knee-length dress accentuating every curve of hers, wasn’t helping his aroused state. Neither was her excited squeal when she made the door open with a press of her palm against the biosignature-reading surface.
She is stunning when happy. I’ll make her happy, if it’s the last thing I’ll do.
Cubbie chirruped, sharing her excitement, and demanded to be put down.
“I think he plans on sleeping with me on the bed,” Lia noted while they both watched the rabbisaurus run around the cushion-free nest, tongue lolling and tail wiggling.
Dargus chuckled. “You’re his new favorite person. You’re getting the special nest treatment for sure.”
She laughed, the melodic sound making the fine hairs in his ears stand up. “I’m honored.”
“Look, if you don’t want fluff in your nose while you sleep, I can always take him with me on the examination bed.”
“No, it’s fine. Really.” Lia bit her bottom lip with her flat teeth, as if considering something.
The only thing Dargus was considering was whether to kiss those plump lips or to nip at them playfully before kissing them.
“Let me help you with the cushions. Dar?”
“Um… Yes?”
She giggled. “You have to release my wrist first.”
“Ah.”Way to go, Dargus, being clingy and staring at her mouth like a hungry ponchukha.Your female simply wants to get some sleep.
They arranged the four cushions in the nest in amicable silence while Cubbie rolled around in elation, nearly knocking the mopping robot down in the process. Then Lia watched with fascination how the bot sucked the water from her recent shower off the floor.
Some fifteen minuionas later, the bot had long finished its task here and on the bridge, but Dargus and Lia were too comfortable on the nest’s step and too lost in a conversation about tech and space travel to notice.
“So, this is warp speed now?” she pointed at the rain of stars visible overhead. “We’re traveling faster than light as we speak?”
He smiled at her awe. “Like I said, it’s a rather outdated technology.”
“Yeah, so retro. How come the Nibiruan police can afford those modern ships with the wormhole technology, but you as a freelancer cannot?”
He sighed. “Most colleagues are so focused on credits these yearionas that they believe the same applies to everyone. But I’m not doing this job for the credits. It’s just that…”Am I saying too much? She was asking a simple question, and I–
“Yes?”
