15
Bahran walked into Princess Caoimhe's room.No different from any of the other suites that had been created for the ambassadors, it had an area with chairs and mirrors for examining, well, whatever it was that Terrans wanted to look at, and it had a secondary area in the rear that had a wide bed.Well, Bahran guessed it was wide.He wasn't positive.He'd never really slept on one before.The only time he'd ever used one was on the space stations if he went to see the pleasure women, and that only happened a few times.
A cluster of flowers laid on one of the boxes of drawers--dressers, they were called.They were the brightest thing in the room, next to Caoimhe.
She looked tired.Exhausted was probably a more accurate word, as she attempted to lay out some clothing on her bed.She struggled with her single arm as she spread out the clothing.He was not sure if she was putting them into something or attempting to change her clothing.
"Do you need any assistance?"Bahran asked.
"No, not really."She didn't turn to look at him.
Had she lost interest in him now that she was back with her companions?Or did she truly not want to be around him since he'd hurt her?He was confused about what to do or say, considering everything that had happened in such a short time.He didn't trust his emotions to guide him, nor did he know if his logical side had enough information to define his path.
He felt very lost.
A place that no cyborg ever wants to be.
Talk to her, Master System said.
About what?
Talk to her.She endures a great deal.Speak to her.She needs a friend to listen to her words.
Yes, Master System.
He took a few more steps toward Caoimhe.
"Allow me."He helped her lay out the clothing.
"Thank you," she said, though she sounded reluctant saying it.
"Can I assist you with anything?"he asked.
She shook her head."I'm processing all the information I have, as I attempt to change out of these clothes.While it felt amazing to cleanse in the sonic shower, I really want to get out of this jump suit thing and put on my own clothes before we leave."
She tugged at the clasps on the front of the outfit she wore, and he helped her pull her arms out.Her warm skin was beautiful, and his thumb grazed over her upper arm through the brace.
She glanced at him and smiled in just her under garments."I wish we had more time," she said.
"More time for what?"he asked, but he knew what she meant.He could feel it.His Craving started to burn.He needed her so much.He couldn't stop.She made him absolutely crazed, for he wanted to kiss her more and feel her underneath him again.
Every day.
He wanted her.
He knew he would never be bore of her.
She stroked his chest, and her little fingers traced the lines of his chest, the touches enticing him."For all the fun things."
He covered her hand."For your cravings?"
"Don't you have cravings still?"
"Oh yes," he said.He leaned down, and they met in a searing kiss.She stepped into him and he held her tight.He loved the feel of her.The defining shapes that her body made against his.
He'd never felt a completeness like he felt with Caoimhe.
She slowly pulled away."I could do that all day," she said."But I need to change and get ready."
