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EVERYTHING’S FINE, I sent. I’M JUST A LITTLE BUSY. WILL TALK LATER.
The thought of her hot body and pleasing lips… It no longer had the same effect on me it once did. Every line of her body was replaced by Vicky’s more feminine curves.
Ettana would lose interest in me the same way I’d lost interest in her. We’d never had what you might call a close relationship. It was a physical one, for fun and nothing more. She never intrigued me the way Vicky did, she never compelled me to want to become a part of her life.
The only other time my communicator bleeped was when Zyod contacted me to ask how things were going.
FINE, I messaged him. SHE’S TAKING HER CLASSES AND DOING WELL.
IF YOU NEED ANY HELP SELECTING LINGERIE SHE MIGHT NEED TO WEAR, DON’T HESITATE TO GIVE ME A CALL! Zyod messaged.
I rolled my eyes and turned the communicator off.
Every day, Vicky had lessons. Sometimes they were for dress fittings, other days for pronunciation classes, and others specifically for Titan traditions. I had little part to play in any of them save one.
Dance class.
It was frustrating for both of us.
Her, because she couldn’t remember the complicated moves, and me, because I wanted to hold her and get closer but she was having none of it.
“No, no, no!” the dancing instructor said. “You must bow and turn! Bow and turn!”
Vicky bunched her hair in her hands and let out a scream.
“Why do I need to learn this?” she said. “Why can’t I just say I don’t know how to do it because I’m from a different planet?”
“Because it’s part of the marriage announcement ceremony,” I said. “You have to learn it. It’s a way of showing how we come together and plan on dancing the rest of our lives together.”
Vicky let out another groan.
“Again!” the dancing teacher said.
I took her in my arms—gratefully.
She looked into my eyes and I saw the focus on her face. She wasn’t really looking at me. She was picturing the moves she had to perform.
I, like all Titans, were taught the proposal dance from a young age and could perform it with my eyes closed. But I didn’t want to close my eyes. Not when I could be looking at her.
The instructor played the music and clapped his hands in rhythm to it, counting down the movements and announcing them as Vicky carried them out one after another.
The female’s job was far more complex than the male’s, with her needing to bob and weave and flex, while the man acted as the strong, stable hand that helped support her.
She was doing well…
Until she performed the same wrong steps.
“No, no, no!” the instructor said.
Vicky lost her balance and fell on her ass. She panted for oxygen and the sweat ran down her face.
“I can’t do it!” she said.
“Yes, you can!” the dance instructor said. “Your poise is excellent. You only need to remember the steps.”
“There are so many!” she cried.
“That’s because there are many ups and downs in a relationship. Come. We will do it one more time—”
