“Coffee?”
“Yeah. If I’m going to make one for myself, I might as well make one for you too. This is what people do,” I explain sarcastically. “They make each other coffee.”
“Oh. Uh. Yes?”
“Please,” I prod.
He just ignores me and goes back to examining his carrots.
I shake my head, pull off my wet sweater and throw it onto one of his dining room chairs. I grab the sad, lonely mug from the table and start on the coffee.
CHAPTER 4
Knox
She strips off her sweater and starts going through all the stuff in my kitchen to find coffee.
The whole thing makes me really fucking uncomfortable.
An Earth woman in my cabin?
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she still had her sweater on, but now all she’s wearing is a thin light-blue t-shirt that’s a little see-through from the damp snow. Also, she must be cold because her nipples are poking through.
She brushes past me to get to the coffee machine, and it’s too fucking much. She’s so bouncy, so floral-scented, so feminine, sohere.
I haven’t had a panic attack in years, but this feels like it’s about to set me right off.
“I’ll make the coffee. Just get out of my kitchen,” I huff.
Her face flushes pink. She raises her arms, takes a step back and disappears into the lounge room.
Ah, fuck. That was probably not very nice.
But I don’t know how to do this! Clara is the only Earth woman I’ve ever spoken to. In six years on this planet, hergrocery deliveries are the closest I’ve come to being with a woman.
I mean, I’vebeenwith women. Virrindarian women. I spent as much time as anyone in the sex pods on board our starship, but there were no niceties between sex pod partners. No making coffee for each other.
There was no coffee.
Just small rations of recycled water.
Shit, not that I’m thinking about doing it with Clara in a sex pod!
Okay,nowI’m thinking about doing it with Clara in a sex pod!
The sex pods were these tiny little rooms where we’d just do it standing up. Us Virrindarians have super strength, and so even with a bit of gravity being pumped into the pods, lifting a woman and fucking her up against the wall took very little effort.
If she would allow it, it would take very little effort for me to fuck Clara up against a wall right now.
Fuck!
I make a pot of coffee, and when it’s ready, I pour two cups. It feels strange and confusing. Two cups instead of one.
I walk into the lounge where Clara is sitting on my couch watching TV, and seeing her here, relaxing onmycouch, makes me have all kinds of Earth feelings.
I put her cup on the coffee table in front of her.
“Thanks,” she says with a forced smile.
