Our lips crash first.
Our tongues next.
Light presses waste no time transitioning into wild whirl after whirl after whirl, building up so much speed and intensity on each passing lash that I have to hasten my hold in order to keep my woman upright.
She whimpers in what I assume is gratitude, which spurs my thumb to gently stroke the skin underneath it, wanting to reassure her that Ihaveher.
That I’ll always have her.
That I’ll never let her fall.
The unspoken promise prompts me to pull back and say it, to say everything I’ve been thinking, to insist we stop pretendingto be a couple and actually become one, yet she speaks first, “Real fake kisses are my new favorite thing.” Girlish giggles precede my hand falling away. “That and theGesparwe had for breakfast.”
I do my best to swallow my bruised pride over the backhanded compliment.
“Did you and Bryn have it too?”
“We opted for the room service pancake project,” I reply in tandem with relocating myself to stand in front of her. “I had some work calls that needed my attention, plus, she’s not exactly a morning person.” Sliding my palms into my white boardshorts occurs between statements. “And being away from my nephew has reminded her of that truth.”
Warm snickers are attached to her asking, “How old is he?”
“Few months.”
“Pics?”
“When I get my phone back from Singh.”
Excitement threatens to overwhelm her expression. “You really don’t have it on you?”
“No.” Adoration floods my hazel gaze. “I wanted to make sureyouhad all my attention.” Our eyes linger in one another’s for a moment longer. “Thatour relationshipcame first.”
An almost bashful beam momentarily pushes her stare elsewhere leaving me a moment to finally admire the heart stopping view of her in a neon green bikini.
Boneshavemercy, I think I might need a fucking brain scan after this.
How am I supposed to function during a conversation let alone anactiveactivity while she’s dressed like a roleplaying fantasy I didn’t even know I had!
And now I do have it.
And I want her to be Gaila.
And I want to be Kirk who hides under her bed.
Stopping my eyes from admiring her palm full of perky tits would be impossible if it weren’t for the tiny words scribbled in script across each set of her ribs and the original Starfleet Delta barely being blocked by the string of her bottoms.
I love that we love the same shit.
I would love even more if she got “Beloved” tattooed on the other hip.
“See something you like,Imzadi?” she saucily teases, pulling a guilty chuckle out of me.
“I like everything I see, Beloved.”
Heat flashes through her eyes – tempting me to suggest we bail on the planned adventure for a dirtier one – only to – unfortunately – be cut short by the sound of an event host shouting instructions. “The next round of Phaser 10 is now available for sign up!”
Nae flicks a loose ponytail lock away from her forehead and segues, “Shall we?”
I bend my arm in a chivalrous fashion for the taking. “We shall.”
