“Oooh, it’s so fun! And beautiful. Lots of people decorate with lights, and it looks so cool when there’s snow on the ground.” She drums a finger on her chin. “You know what, let me go look and see if I’ve still got some. Mom loved decorating.”
With that, Fiona disappears up the stairs, leaving the two of us at the sliding glass door. But I have nothing to say to Khesan, so I turn around to leave.
“Do you miss Arshur?”
His question startles me. I didn’t expect him to even speak to me without Fiona around.
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest. “This is my future, so I am not thinking about Arshur.”
“Hmm.”
I expected this declaration would get more of a rise out of him, but his fans have not so much as moved.
“I do,” Khesan says, still looking out onto the yard. “And I think I always will, because it was home once upon a time, and my family remains there.”
I cross my arms firmly. “I don’t have family, so it doesn’t matter to me.” That was just one of the many reasons I left Arshur.
Khesan just nods as I walk away to follow Fiona. At the top of the stairs, a strange door in the ceiling is open, a ladder heading up to it. I peer up into the doorway just as Fiona reappears.
“Oh, perfect. Take this, will you?” She feeds down a big mass of cables, and I reach up to bring them into my arms, trying to wind them into some semblance of order. Then Fiona comes down the ladder. “Guess we gotta sort through all this. What a mess.”
But she laughs cheerily as we head down the stairs.
We spend a good portion of the evening sorting through the lights and trying to untangle them, and by the time we’re finished, all three of us have yawned at least once. Eventually, Khesan rises and says he’s going to bed, shooting Fiona a look before he departs. I think he had hoped she’d go with him.
“Guess I’d better hit the hay, too,” Fiona says.
I puzzle through this phrase. “A food for farm animals?”
She giggles. “Just means going to sleep. Thank you for dinner tonight.”
I close the distance between us and scoop up her hand in mine, twining our fingers together. Now it’s just the two of us, and I plan on taking advantage of that.
“Of course. I enjoyed pleasing you.” I bring her hand up to my lips as I saw in a movie and kiss her knuckles. Her face immediately turns pink, and I can’t help grinning. I like how easily she responds to me.
I wonder if there are other ways I could please her. I’m enjoying the kissing, but my body is yearning for more of her touches. Feeling bold, I kiss along her arm all the way to her shoulder, and Fiona shivers as I reach her neck. I pause before continuing so she can stop me if she likes, but she doesn’t, so I continue with my kisses up her throat, to her soft jawline, until I am nearly at her lips.
“Shathar,” she murmurs, and I love the way my name sounds on her tongue. “That feels so good. How did you learn that?”
“I have simply learned that you like kisses, so why not apply them everywhere?”
She giggles happily. “Clever.”
Finally, I let my lips settle on hers, and I bring her in close to me as we kiss. I could just die like this, my mate wrapped up in my arms, performing such an intimate act. Though there are other, far more intimate acts I would like to perform with her, I know it will take some time before she’s comfortable enough with me.
This time, our tongues come out to play, and it is marvelously erotic to tease her with it. Perhaps I understand the reason behind this whole kissing thing, as my tongue finding its way inside her mouth hints at what else I might put inside her, and my whole body lights up.
Hopefully she can’t feel how my cock has awoken.
After some time, we separate, both of us breathing harder than before. Fiona’s cheeks are flushed and I wonder how much deeper that flush would go in even closer situations.
“I suppose I should go to bed, too,” she says breathlessly.
I nod in agreement. “I will, as well. Goodnight, Fiona.”
We exchange one last embrace before she disappears up the stairs, and I watch her go.
There will be more chances, I remind myself. But when I’m alone in my room in the basement once more, I can’t help pulling down my leggings as my heavy cock emerges from its slit. It’s still hungry from our kisses, so I close my eyes and lean back as I stroke from root to tip, my fingers traveling over my nalopo, which exist only for Fiona.
