Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

EURI

I woke to a Euri-Portia tangle of limbs and happiness, and something in the kitchen smelled good. Shah and I both had to pee, but neither of us wanted to get up. I just wanted to lay there in the haze and drift along to the aroma of herbs and spicy yumminess.

Sausage, Shah supplied and started laughing. But at that word, my stomach clenched. My whole life had been vegetarian before our trip to Five Spheres when Shah had made spicy chorizo sausage wraps with lettuce, tomatoes, and melty white cheese.

Those wraps had not gone well for me, no matter how good they tasted. Shah and Ronnie hadn't been sure if it was the heavy grease of having meat for the first time or the overly-spiced heat of the chorizo that had torn my stomach up, but they'd avoided giving me meat after that.

Don't worry, Euri. It's not chorizo. It's probably just fennel— the spice. Not fennel sausage.

Then she started laughing again, and the innuendo was plain. She had a hilarious joke about a sausage sandwich, and it wasn't the first time that word had been mentioned in our bed.

She raised her head from my chest and said, "Wanna know one of Psy Ling's secrets?"

Eager quirk of my brow.

Smiling she said, "'Rilla Sandewen' is short for 'Drilled Sandwich,' 'cuz Rilla wants her sandwich drilled so hard."

Then she ran to the bathroom to pee, clutching herself and laughing, and I ran out into the garden to piss, naked as a jay bird, and laughing like a loon. Yeah, there were advantages to living in the middle of nowhere.

So, Rilla and her sandwich, eh? Whew. We had a lot to work out.

Ronnie wasn't in the kitchen cooking, but he'd left a pot in the warm oven and a colander of ziti in the sink. We chopped up a salad and Shah bowled up tomato sauce with chunky veggies and mushrooms.

The twins had been traveling the galaxy for years and had plenty of experiences with vegetarian food from all kinds of spheres. They'd find things that they liked and test out recipes on their starliner. Shah explained that neither of them wanted to be veg-only, but they would be content while they were on Shurwinn living as I did.

The whole conversation warmed my heart because she sounded like she meant to be a pseudo-vegetarian on Shurwinn for a while. Smiling, we took bowls of salad and pasta up to the roof looking for Ronnie.

It was mid-day, and the sun was hot in the sky, but the third member of our little family felt like he was far, far away, even though he was just upstairs in the rooftop garden. When we found Ronnie, he was on his shins on the roof, leaning down to a solid grey mirka who had both paws around his index finger chirping at him. It looked like the cuddly creature was using Ronnie's finger as a microphone, and it was the most adorable garden scene I could've imagined.

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Shah and I paused, not wanting to startle them, but Ronnie motioned us over with a mental hand wave. Frank isn't scared of you. Come on.

Frank? Shah asked.

Yeah, she likes you both.

Her name is Frank? I asked, incredulous. Then the little mirka cheekily mentally lashed my ankle with her tail, rebuking me. Frank was an excellent girl mirka name. She was quite frank about it.

"Hah!" I barked out, shoveling down salad. "So, Frank, do you like salad and pasta?" I asked her and showed her that I'd give her some of my lunch. She wasn't interested.

She jumped onto Ronnie's shoulder and climbed on top of his head, put her little paws in his hair, and held on.

Laughing, Ronnie stood up, and Shah took a bunch of cute photos of them. When we finished lunch, she took pictures of the four of us, and we sent them to our families announcing that we were all a package deal, so they'd better be happy about it.

Ronnie and Frank went to the media room to continue animating while I got to work on Eclipse Chasers, and Shah dove into book seven. She was brimming with happiness because her final thought before we'd fallen asleep in our bliss-filled haze had been a solution to all her worries: she was going to be able to keep good her promise to never leave me again and get through her writing block by being curious.

It had felt so, so good to stay with me through the heart-opener, and she knew that if she approached everything that was new and scary with curiosity, then she could make it through, even when it felt uncomfortable. And that was how she was going to get Rilla to find love: by giving her curiosity in the face of uncertainty.

It was a good idea for Crystal and Nathan too, and I got a lot of ideas for the Yester Rear episode I was working on. It was way past dark and the moon was high in the sky when Shah and I exchanged drafts.

Her first three chapters of book seven were good. Different from the tone of her earlier books. More description of both what Rilla and Rawl were seeing on the sphere Mowliz Two and what Rilla was feeling inside as she explored her world through the eyes of someone looking to put down roots.

I felt Shah's humor at my episode. "No Euri, you need to give them a vibrator for this scene."

"What?"

"Yeah," she nodded emphatically. "He can have vibrating butt plug while he rides her, and she needs a clit stim. It'll be good for both of them. They're telepathic, right? So she'll be lost in his prostate orgasm, and they'll get off like a rocket."

I doubled over in stitches, but Shah wasn't done. "Whatt, you've never tried an anal vibrator?"

"You have?" I asked, incredulous. Then curious, "Wait, does that actually feel good if you don't have a prostate?"

She relented, "Well, a little good, but nowhere near as good as g-spot for me, and I don't know what it feels like to have a prostate."

Then her attention focused on me. She narrowed her eyes, looking below my waist. "Or at least, I used to not know what it felt like to have a prostate, but I'm going to find out."

The way she was looking at me made me hot as the desert sun and a bit frightened. Then she leered, "Oh Euri, you promised me we'd be good together, and baby, I've got all the toys we need in my bag. So, we're gonna find out together just how good your prostate can make us feel."

We hurried upstairs to shower and get our required eight hours of "sleep."

Magic Hour imagining of Frank, the mirka.