“He wants to know what they taste like.”
“That is also something I don’t know.”
With a little huff, Kissu stretches and hops up onto his back legs, one paw on the window, gaze intent.
“Where?” Arc starts to scan the snow in the area Kissu is looking, and then a sharp sound goes off overhead.
The wall screen flares on. I watch him, frozen in place as he hops over the back of their couch and goes to it.
Drift pops up in the corner of the screen and they say some things back and forth in Sianese before Arc turns back to me. “Stay here.”
That’swhat makes me move. “Absolutely not,” I mutter under my breath and follow him down the hall to the room I’ve thought of as my own. But he pulls a line of suits out of a wall I didn’t even realize had a hidden closet, reminding me it’shisroom.
“There’s a monster out there?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going out alone to go kill it?”
“Yes.”
I don’t tell him not to go. Even though I know he can hear me think it.
He gets the suit on and then kisses me. “I’ll be back.”
“In one piece.”
Nodding, he assures me, “I promise.”
He leaves me, and the outpost feels bigger, or maybe I feel smaller. I need a distraction.
Wandering back to the living room, I sit on the couch. Shock had mentioned where I could find all of Jessica’s experimentsand their results, and I pull them up while Kissu sits beside me, watching the screen intently. I don’t know if he can read it, but he acts like he can.
It’s all about the fluid transfer. Cum, precum. Doesn’t matter, as long as the right components are present…
So as long as they all come inside me at the same time… but that’s not a guarantee. Mary called it bondmate roulette, and what if one of them comes late, or early… There are too many variables, too many potential problems.
Feeling defeated, I close out of the files and turn the screen off.
I want something sweet. A little treat to help keep me from following the dozen little rabbits that have scattered toward dark places in my mind.
Opening the fridge, I scan the copious options Arc ordered for me. Some new things have arrived since I last looked through them.
There’s a novelty yogurt Laurel told me about a few months ago and I snatch it out, setting the little bundle on the counter and finding a bowl.
Unwrapping it, I let the three parts of the snack roll away from me before I catch them and set them in a tidy little line.
Something in the jar releases the whole blob of yogurt when I snap open the top and turn the little glass upside down. No residue left behind…
Handy, but oh so weird. I put it in the slot for their form of a dishwasher and move to the next part.
It’s an eye dropper… basically? Jess would probably call it by the correct scientific name, but I don’t know it. I just crush the bubble-like end at the top and then squeeze the instant-liquid filling out on top of the creamy yogurt.
It’s a strange delivery device, but who am I to?—
Staring at the eyedropper, it feels like all of my focus narrows down to a single point.
“Oh…”
