“Yeah, about that...I really hate peanut butter.”
“I don’t understand. Are you suddenly allergic to it? You have no outward signs.” He perused her body, satisfied that she all but glowed with health. “It’s high in protein.”
“I wasn’t a week ago but if I have to eat one more bar, I’m going to scream. No. I’m going to take it out on Bin-Three and then cannibalize his parts. At this point, I’m sure metal tastes better than those awful bars.” She crossed her arms and looked him dead in the eye. “Your bugs look better than those bars.”
Dommik leaned back and smirked. “So you would eat anything rather than another ration?”
His smile grew wider when her eyes locked on the bulge between his thighs. He widened his legs just a fraction. A blush that looked more like a blemish spotted her cheeks.
Kat swallowed but kept looking at him, at the spot that seemed to twitch and grow harder. He could have sworn she was undressing him with her eyes.Not the reaction I expected. Please continue.
She locked eyes with him. “You want me to take care of that?”
Dommik coughed and sat forward, running his hands through his hair. “Shit, Kat, no. I was teasing. If you’re not hurt then why were you crying?” He changed the subject but his mind was picturing something else entirely. Lips wrapped around his cock. He tried towillhis growing erection away but it remained stiff and painful.
He didn’t have control of his body around her.
Kat continued to pin him down with her eyes. “I would ya know. It depends on the food I get out of it.” She laughed. “It can’t be worse than eating those bars.”
Dommik didn’t think he could get any harder. He pressed his hand over the tent he had on display and adjusted himself. “Why were you crying?” he asked again, trying to change the subject.
Kat’s smile got bigger. “You don’t look comfortable, Cyborg.”
“For fuck’s sake, if you wanted different food, you should have just said so.”
“You’re never around.”
“Can you imagine why?”
Dommik looked away, collecting his temper, watching the stars. It was harder now. His fingers dug into the couch, piercing the fabric and destroying the upholstery.
I can smell her...
Kat threaded her fingers together just as her stomach grumbled. “I’m hungry.”
“That’s why you were crying?”
“I think it is…”
He let out a long breath, knowing she wasn’t telling the truth. People don’t cry over food, not like she had. And it angered him. She was his to take care of, she lived on his ship, she drove him up the wall, literally.
“Wait here.” He stood up and stormed away, beyond his ropes, and into the rarely used kitchen. Dommik switched on the processor and put in the first thing that came to mind. With the offering in his hands, and the smell of cheese overwhelming him, he was back at her side within several minutes.
Kat hadn’t moved and he realized he hadn’t even asked her what she wanted. He was feeding her and he had no idea how to do it well. He ate the bare minimum as a Cyborg.
The pizza looked like crap in his hands.
She sat up and spun around. “Oh. My. God. Is that pizza?” She climbed over the couch.
“Yes.”
His eyes caught her bare legs as her shirt rode up and he missed it when it fell back into place.
“It’s for me, right?”
He narrowed his eyes, looking down at her. “Maybe.”
“I’m living off its fumes right now, please don’t be a sadist.”
