She nodded. "And I know. I just don't have an answer. Because I don't know what I would do with myself. Most likely, some kind of help and support for those who need it. But how, I do not know. Beyond the war, anyway."
He nodded. "The war has caused a great deal of damage to places around the Sol system."
"It has," She said. "Before I worry about what I can do to make myself happy, I will attend to the people of the Terran Empire. For we need to heal from all these years of war."
He nodded. "It can be done," he said. "I will help you."
She smiled. "That's kind of you."
"You will need a representative."
"And you're nominating yourself for the job?"
"I am."
"There are certain requirements," she said.
"Such as?"
"You will have to kiss me often."
He smiled. "Sounds challenging."
"And fix things I break."
"I am good at repairing things."
"And you may have to fight for me."
"I like to fight too. I add that to my list of assets. This size makes me very intimidating."
"Which could be an asset."
He stroked her hair. "Whatever you need, princess."
"I have been told that my entire life, but I think you mean it more than anyone who has ever told me that."
"I do."
She smiled. "Your sincerity is admirable."
"Good."
Their lips crashed together, and the kissing overtook them. Lost in the flavor of him, she continued to savor every part of his kiss. Their tongues danced around each other.
She giggled when his tongue swiped against hers.
"Now you find my kissing funny?"
"I find your kissing amazing," she said. "And if I cannot laugh and smile during intimate moments, then what is the point?"
"Point accepted," he replied, a smile on his big face.
And the kissing resumed.
She wrapped her arms around him and tipped her head back as he kissed down her throat. The feel of his lips on her skin intoxicated her. His large hands roamed over her back and stroked her spine. She mimicked the movements, feeling his back, though she couldn't envelop him like he could her.
As she stroked his skin, she felt the ports round divots on his otherwise perfect back. Her fingers lingered on the indentions, stroking the round circles in the otherwise organic skin.
