Haven nodded, but she was more focused on touching him. She couldn’t do that without the suit right now either. Just like her suit was holding onto the residual heat, so was his body. It would burn if she tried to touch his bare skin with hers. The suit protected her from him right now, but they still couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“Are you hungry?” He asked, stroking her back.
She thought about it before shrugging. “Not really.”
“I’ll get you food,” he said anyway, making her laugh. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
“Can doing!” She said, leaning back, happily kicking her feet.
He gave her one last lingering glance before walking from the room. Not quite able to hide the bulge at the front of his pants when he did so. A rush of hunger went through her, and she wondered if he could suffer temperature shock damage if she doused him in cold water to rapidly cool him off so she could put her hands on him and, better, have him put his on hers.
Chapter 37
Vytln
Carrying a tray of food, Vytln walked through the ship, back towards his workroom. They were actively swinging out of subspace now, but he couldn’t feel it anymore. Not like he could before their shield upgrades.
He passed Garnet on his way. She was cleaning the rec room, Spot chugging along behind her, scrubbing the floors. She waved at him as he passed. He inclined his head back at her but didn’t stop as he went along.
Closer to his workroom, he spotted Grace and Goldie chatting together. Not about work. It looked like they were just chatting and walking, laughing with each other. The two of them beamed and waved at him as he approached his door, and he gave them the same, respectful nod as Garnet.
They weren’t nagging him today. They weren’t nattering at him.
He kind of missed it.
Then, the door opened and he saw Haven there, sitting on the workbench right where he had left her. Since he had been gone,she had unsealed the front of her suit, letting it fall open. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, her breasts fully exposed.
He quickly stepped inside, letting the door slide shut behind him. She smiled, one foot still kicking at the air.
“What did you bringing me? Bring me?” She asked, like this was totally normal, her gaze on the tray of food he was still holding.
He didn’t answer, not at all caring about the thick stew he’d had the synthesizer make. He was focused completely on the parts of her body bared to him.
She smiled as he set the tray down beside her before putting his hands on the workbench and leaning over her. He’d probably cooled down in his walk through the ship enough to touch her, though he knew he was still hot.
So, he was careful as he lowered his head to the offered peaks. He flicked his tongue over the soft nub, careful not to let his lips touch her in case they were too hot. He watched, but she didn’t flinch or grimace as though pained. She let out a low sigh, back arching further, offering more of herself to him.
He licked and lapped first at one nipple, then the other. She couldn’t touch herself either, so her fingers could only clutch at the table as he licked and lapped at her bare skin.
Quickly, he pressed a single kiss to the top of one breast. She didn’t hiss or pull back. Though he knew he was must still be too hot to touch. She leaned further into him, even grabbing onto his head with one gloved hand, keeping him close so he could continue to flutter quick kisses up and down her chest, to her neck, up to her own lips.
She didn’t let that kiss be quick. She clutched onto his horns with both hands, holding him in place as she deepened the action, her tongue wrapping around his. She didn’t care about the heat. She was practically hanging off him.
Vytln didn’t let that continue for long. Concerned about her skin, he pulled back after only a moment. She was reluctant to let him go, but he was determined to get away. And he was glad he did. He could already see the darkening of her skin of her chest.
“Come back here,” she frowned, reaching for him.
“Not until I cool off.”
To underscore his point, he took hold of her still hot suit – which hadn’t been able to cool even as much as he had walking through the ship and pressed the seal. It joined the two parts together, safely tucking her back inside the suit that, itself, was still hot on the outside.
She was pouting at him, obviously disappointed, but he wasn’t changing his mind. He liked smacking her rump and he liked seeing her in chains. He did not like seeing her hurt or in pain. Those were two very different things.
“I don’t want you cooled off,” she pouted, reaching for the seal again.
But he stopped her, grabbing her wrists. He wasn’t concerned about her skin now, as she was covered everywhere but her face.
“You will wait,” he ordered, leaving no room for argument.
