Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

Dreams that are memories.

File name: Untold Stories

Passcode: 8675309

He was nipping at my neck playfully. Playfully! You're playing with me? I sent him.

He laughed against my neck. I'm in bed with the woman I love, why wouldn't I be playful? I felt him say.

He played with me, and I felt his happiness. There was tall brown grass around us, swaying in the breeze. I heard the susserating grass. He looked around. There was a breeze stirring the grass. We laid back. We felt the breeze in the grass. Swaying, moving. Back and forth. Back and forth. Swaying. Swaying. Back and forth. It was a rhythm. Back and forth. We were movement. Swaying. Back and forth. Movement. Rhythm. Back and forth. We were a song! We were a song! We were a song!

Alive!

Alive!

Alive!

We sang.

- Within and Without: A Journey with Tindin Erotica

PEYDRAN

"Oh, I have the most delightful news to end our meeting! I just received a transmit from Arloch in Rirsich Galaxy. She's going to join us for our next meeting! So, we have friends in all 9 Galaxies now! Delightful, yes?!" Gentia, Ryst's researcher friend from Bootes Galaxy was beaming at me from the video conference on my pad.

I had to pinch my lips together and cover my mouth with my hand to not squeal in elation. Ryst had friends in all 9 Galaxies!!! I was practically dancing in my chair. They couldn't see me, and I was muted, but still— SANDS.

"Wait, I just got an idea," Ryst piped in enthusiastically. "What do ya'll think about celebrating on our next conference— a gathering of researchers from all 9 Galaxies? Could we do a live stream show, and get Peydran to moderate, sort of an interview, informal?"

Sands yes! SANDS, yes, please say yes, everyone. Aaaannnd… yes! There were nods all around.

"This could be fun," Ryst suggested. "What if we all transmit one question to Peydran, and he compiles them all? And then we vote. We rank the questions in the order of how much we like them? Then we can just go through the questions and not get too lost while we're live. Whadda ya think?"

The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

"Very fun. Do you think Arloch will be comfortable, Gentia, or is that too much for a first conference?" asked Milky Way guy. No, it wasn't too much, it was sanding genius. Listen to Ryst! She has superpowers!

"Arloch is very happy to be joining us. She's not an academic, but a chef, so I think for her, this is a great opportunity to make new friends. Any other concerns, or should we move forward with this strategy?" Gentia concluded.

And it was unanimous, thank the sun, and I was out of my chair, squealing, grabbing Ryst's hands and jumping up and down.

"Woooo hooooo! 9 Galaxies! 9 Galaxies!" We laughed and jumped and acted like children, not professionals. And it was AWESOME! All 9 Galaxies.

I decided to show off and give Ryst a gigantic hint because she had not been observant enough to see how I'd been operating my equipment in recent weeks. I had to tell somebody!

A drone landed on Ryst's head. A pad hovered in front of her face. More drones landed on her arms. She held her arms up and looked around. "What? Is this, like, a camera thing? Are we recording? Us acting like maniacs?"

I smirked at her. One of the drones lifted off her arm and started flying in a circle above it. The other one on the other arm did the same thing, but counter-clockwise. The drone on her head started circling her body.

The pad in front of her opened to the Normal Nurse animation that Jasen and Alen did of me in the hospital dressed up as a sexy nurse, complete with ass shorts. I enlarged the ass to fill the pad. Rysts eyes bugged out, and she barked out a laugh.

"What the, what the…." Then she stilled and got a probing look on her face. That's right, big sister, look at me now. Who's the gifted one now? Her eyes darting back and forth at all the equipment in the air, then to me, then the pad, then my head, then the augment, then back to my head.

"Peydran Madrano, what did you do?" she asked suspiciously. "PEY-EY-dran. Fuck. The. Stars. And. The. Sands. Down. Under." That was an interesting variation of a Shurwinn curse. Nice, Ryst.

"Did you HACK THE RELAY IN YOUR BRAIN!!!!!!?"

I just smirked, like the bad ass I was. Yes, I was a blade. Yes, I was strong now. Yes, I had an augment. Yes, I'd hacked the fuck out of it. I'd had reasons.

"Oh my stars, Peydran, Oh my stars." she said breathily. "Does Dr. Abrams know?"

I gave her a flat look. Ask stupid questions, don't expect an answer.

She shook her head, "No, no, no. Of course not. No, Peydran," she said emphatically, her eyes wide. "No, no one, oh stars," she looked really worried.

I shook my head, "No, no one can ever know, Ryst. No one." She nodded, biting her lip. Just one nod. That was it, and everything was agreed.

Someone else could do it. I did it, so someone else could too. Maybe they already had. But I wouldn't be putting that kind of power in hands that would misuse it. It was a tragedy. It could help so, so many augmented with daily tasks. It was so much easier for me now that I could operate everything with a few lines of code. It was like having more sets of hands outside my body. But no—

"What's wrong with the world, Peydran?" she whispered, looking pained. "What's so wrong with the Known Cosmos that we can't trust anyone with this? That we have to be afraid of all the ways people would misuse it? That I can't tell anyone about my Talent, and you can't tell anyone about your gifts? That we have to keep secrets because humanity cannot be trusted with power? That power is always abused and misused? Why is it this way? Does it have to be? Can't we do anything about it? Or do we just keep going like this, millennia after millennia?"

She shook her head, trying to shake it off. Inhaling deeply, she forced a smile to her face, "So, tell me all about it, Peydran. What did you do? How long? What can you operate? Everything? This is so cool!"

And then she did a happy dance again, and I grabbed her hands, and we jumped up and down some more.