Every bit of him was a work of art.
Freya shouldn't ogle him. It was a distraction. She tried to rationalize it because she was so fascinated with how his skin changed colors.
As he stepped in, the skin shifted from blue to the neutral gray-taupe of the walls. Brilliant and intriguing.
And not the only reason…
Lies to oneself are permissible. Especially when it involved admiring a male's form. That was her rationale. She seemed to be using a lot of explanations today.
When he finished, the clothing returned, materializing across his skin like liquid. Covering him in appropriate ways.
She was a touch disappointed. The front side had to be as attractive as the back. This time the clothing on him shifted to a standard shirt and pants.
A very tight shirt and pants that left nothing to the imagination.
She covered her mouth to hide her gasp when she saw just how well-formed this cyborg male was.
Be careful what you wish for, she thought to herself. She would have to focus on his face a lot. Because he certainly had distractions all over the rest of him. She tried not to think about it when she was cleaned in the sonic shower, but inevitably she did.
And it frustrated her.
Because she shouldn’t be so distracted from the task at hand.
She should be concerned about Caoimhe and Eleanor. Which she was, of course.
Maybe it was shock that had her slipping to things like how well-endowed her cyborg rescuer was.
Had he looked at her while she cleaned herself in the sonics? She'd peeked a time or two, but no, he hadn't been not watching. For that, she was thankful. Not that she should have been surprised.
He was a robot with skin parts. Detached and programmable.
Nothing emotional about that. And one needed emotion to be enticed.
Was she disappointed?”
No. Not at all.
The lies one tells oneself…
She brushed off her crazed, confusing thoughts. She unpinned the elaborate coifs of the formal hairstyle—what was left of it, anyway—so that she could braid it into something more efficient. The curls and shapes were pretty but unnecessary.
I must find the rest of our party. Make sure the princesses are well. Hopefully, they all got to the Rhimodian main world.
What had Veta said?
Wait wherever she landed, and Veta would find her?
That wasn't going to work. Freya had landed in an ocean. She didn't doubt Veta's ability to find her. Still, the bottom of an ocean would be a challenge even Veta would not be able to accomplish.
A soft, familiar smell hit her, and she looked for the source. Near her formal robes sat a cup of tea--a green tea variation, by the scent.
A very welcome smell. She crossed to the steaming beverage. "Is this for me?"
"Yes," the cyborg said, not looking up from the console he was at.
“Thank you,” she said as she picked up the cup. As she sipped the tea, it seemed that cyborgs did not have use for chairs, for there wasn't one in the room anywhere. She guessed they just stood all the time.
Too bad.
