Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

NAYTH

A skirt. My Methela was dressed in a suit with a long burgundy skirt and jacket and a pale peach bandeau, sitting at one of the window tables of Jax's Bistro smiling at me. She looked as happy as I felt just seeing her face. I didn't want to ever be away from her again.

The fabric of her jacket looked like something very soft and touchable— was it linen? I wanted to run my hands all over it, but I bent to lightly kiss her forehead instead. The street cameras probably caught it, but since she was by the window, she'd expect that. Her face leaned towards me as I sat down. So, I wasn't the only one wishing for a real kiss.

"You had business in town? You look dressed for a meeting," I commented. Of course, I already knew that she'd been to the hospital. Everyone on Sturm knew. I'd spent the night out with a Shurwinn woman I'd had a romantic dinner with, and everyone knew. But, she'd already know that too. This lunch date was probably her nodding to my public life.

She got a wry smile and through pursed lips muttered in a whisper, "Actually I got an IUD."

I stifled a laugh, but it came out my nose. I shook my head, grinning. "And this is how you wanted to tell me? In a publicized media frenzy? Should we invite the gossip-casters to sit at the table with us?"

She barked out a laugh. "Well, I was going to wait, but I am unflappably honest. I couldn't lie to you about what I was doing at the hospital. At least they don't allow cameras INSIDE the buildings or within 20 yards of a hospital! I don't suppose you have my mango seed butter in your pocket, Minister Carmidee. Do you have plans you'd like to tell me about?"

She got the full force of my sultry voice, "Did you miss it, Methela? Were you lonely?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

I let my eyes travel across her lips and slowly back up.

She traced her fork with her tongue and savored it, humming softly.

I chuckled my low, bedroom rumble, and she snickered.

"So, what else are we doing at Jax's Bistro? Just lunch? What's the plan?" I asked.

"Just lunch. I figured we'd give them something to talk about then disappear to LaGrange. How does that sound?"

All of me rose up in happy satisfaction, "Perfect." I had plans. I just had to get her home first.

"I like this fabric," I said as I pulled Ryst to me, her back against my chest, and slid her floater loaded with luggage through the lift doors. "Rooftop," I told the autonav, and we started up to the top level of my villa. "Is it linen?" I ran my hands all over her middle like I'd been wanting to do since I'd seen her in Jax's Bistro.

"I think it might be a blend of some sort."

"The tailor who filled your trunk? The same one as The Very Normal Thank You?" I kissed my way down her neck and shoulder exactly how I'd wanted to when I'd seen that chocolate robe slip off her shoulders in the prank video. Delicious skin. My cock was hard against her back when she laughed.

"Yes, oh stars! Mauren is amazing. And now that I've looked through the trunk, I think she's more wicked than I am!"

I couldn't help myself, I had meant to be Minister Carmidee for this plan, but I turned her around and pushed her against the elevator wall, kissing her hard and deep and sliding my thigh between her legs.

The doors opened. I pulled back, panting, and reigned myself in. A little groan escaped both of us.

"A tour, Dr. Nova? The arial view of LaGrange," I motioned her out onto the roof.

"Oh! Is there a rooftop garden? It's so warm and humid here. . ."

No, there wasn't a rooftop garden, just a huge covered terrace that looked in one direction to the gardens on the grounds and the forest in the distance and in the other direction over a large lawn that was blocked from the street view by trees.

"It's lovely, Nayth. And big. I didn't realize you had a small town here!"

"Not a town, really. Just some staff housing. Our staff are family to us, so all of those buildings there are for staff where they live with their families. And this building we're standing on is mine. The covered shade garden there that leads to the next villa is where my dad lives, and when Mom and Freya are here, that's where they live. I'll show you everything downstairs in a bit, but my villa is apartments and conference rooms, and a dojo below ground, one level above the garage."

Her face lit up, "You have your own dojo?"

I nodded and my eyebrows waggled suggestively, "Would you like to put it to good use?"

She looked at me suspiciously, "Hmmm. I was just thinking of greeting the sun there tomorrow, Minister. I'm not sure what use you were thinking of."

"Wait, before I forget, my dad invited us for dinner tonight at 7:00. Dinner at LaGrange is usually formal, if that's okay?"

"Of course," she nodded. Then her brows furrowed, "I do have some—"

"If you're concerned about the uncooked diet, it's not an issue. Chef has already spoken with Juanna in depth and is ready for you."

She relaxed. "Thank you, that means a lot. I don't like to inconvenience other people, but I'll be a gracious guest and just accept the kindness. I appreciate the thoughtfulness."

Did she not know that I would give her the world? That I would give her 27 worlds? "Ryst," I said, pulling out my pad and hovering it in front of us. "This is a contract that outlines everything I want you to have. It's important to me to bequeath everything I own to you in case something happens to me. You are my heir, and while that's in my Last Will and Testament, it makes things easier if you are my next of kin."

"So, this contract is regarding terms of marriage. One-hundred percent of my assets are yours. If for some reason, you want to end the marriage, then fifty-percent of my personal assets and zero percent of my business assets will be yours. I know that this is fast, but you are all that I want in this world, and I want you to have all that I am."

RYST

"Marriage, Nayth? This is a prenuptial agreement?" I rubbed my forehead with my hand, then remembered that looking distressed was not a kind reaction to his proposal.

I looked him square in the eyes. "Nayth, I'm not saying no, okay? This is not a rejection. This is just me, just Ryst, trying to work things out. I'm staying with you; I'm not leaving, okay?" He nodded and looked like he regretted everything he'd just said.

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"Ryst, I'm sorry. I handled this all wrong." He pulled me to him. "Methela. I'm showing you a legal contract, and that is important to me. I want you to have everything in case something happens to me. But my heart, my love, my heart. I just want you. I don't care about everything else. I just want you. I want to be tied to you in every way that I can."

"Ahtah, I know. We're working on it every moment." I pulled back from him so I could look in his eyes.

"I'm not saying no, Nayth. I'm saying give me a few moments to adjust. I made a mistake and got married very quickly in the past. And I'm not comparing you and me to Darwin. It's nothing of the sort. Because I've actually known you, or a version of you for four years!"

"But I'm still learning to trust again after the last relationship I had was a train wreck— and I'm not saying that I don't trust you. I trust you body and soul. It's me that I don't trust— or at least, that I'm learning to trust. So, I don't know how long it will take me to work this out, but I promise I'll give you an answer when I'm ready."

"And in the meantime, I want to know YOU, Nayth Carmidee. Not just the version of you that I met in dreams and whispers in the dark when I was alone in my bed. Does that make sense?"

He sighed, "Of course, Methela." His eyes were soft and his voice gentle as he said it. Then he got a playful and slightly sheepish look on his face when he asked, "How about this? When you're ready, I get a second chance. I give you the real proposal, the one from my heart, not the Minister Carmidee business contract proposal? Hmm? Deal?"

I grinned, "Deal!" and kissed him.

At that moment I felt it. The kiss went nowhere because the pressure bore down on me. I'd been ignoring it all day, but it wouldn't be ignored.

"Ryst?" Nayth asked softly, but I could no longer see him. Were my eyes open or closed? I didn't know. My breath came in gasps, so I remembered to slow it down.

"Questions, right. I need to ask you questions." I nodded, but this was so vast. Oh sands, it was so big. Where was I? What was this? I had to breathe.

"Methela," that word only made it worse. Why?

"Ryst," I heard a voice say, "is this about the marriage proposal?"

I nodded.

"Is it about trusting yourself?"

I shook my head.

"Is it about trusting me?

I shook my head violently.

"Is it about signing a contract for marriage?"

My gasping increased. It was so big, so vast, this thing pressing down on me. "Maybe," I eked out. "Big. It's so big. I can't take it all in."'

His voice changed to excited,"Do you have to take it all in right now?"

Shift. "No," I said surprised, and blinked my eyes, coming back to myself. I focused on Nayth. "You did it! You brought me back, Ahtah!"

I grinned at him, and he bent to kiss my lips then paused, "If I kiss you, are you going to go flying off into space again?"

I grabbed him and pulled his mouth to mine.

NAYTH

Letting go of Ryst, I stopped her from kissing me, "There are security cameras up here, so let's go to your apartment." I'd had enough of this rooftop, and I had plans. My last plan had been stupid, obviously, but I'd get it right the next time I asked her to marry me.

"My apartment? What am I, a concubine? Do you have a harem here in this giant palace, Minister Carmidee?" She laughed that laugh I couldn't get enough of— just loving her own jokes.

"A harem of one, who I apparently have to woo. So she gets her own apartment, and can come into mine as much as she wants. But has her own space if she needs to work while she's away from her home sphere. Do you have to do anything today, Methela? I have a late afternoon meeting, but I'm thinking about canceling it."

"No, don't. I have a client session at 4:30, so we both might as well get some work done. I haven't rearranged my schedule at all— yet."

"Alright." Back in the elevator, the doors opened into the main floor hallway of my villa.

"This is my section of LaGrange. It's basically a hallway—"

"No, no, it isn't! It's artistic, the way there's a garden and these windows between every suite. Are these all apartments?"

"These two are conference rooms, which you are welcome to use if you'd like. The others are guest suites, and the glass can all be tinted to let in light or to darken them at night or if you don't want someone to see into your suite from the gardens. There are staff about during the day, but at night there's no one out there. There's security cameras pretty much everywhere outdoors too, but the cameras don't see into the apartments, okay?"

She nodded, so I continued, "Ryst Nova, full access," and pressed my thumb to the pad on her apartment's door.

I nodded towards it, and she placed her thumb against it, "Accepted." The autoinstruct went through a series of phrases with her, and the glass door slid open.

"Command: Panel one outline commands," I instructed. A series of phrases appeared on the first glass panel on our left as we walked into the suite.

"That's the basics. The two important ones for now are the window tinting. 'Command: full transparency' is what you see now. 'Command: full opacity.'" Every glass surface turned black.

"Mmmmm, mood lighting," Ryst grinned.

It was time for that skirt to come off. I pulled her against me, and backed her up against the now closed door. I kissed her gently, but deeply, pushing against her. She moaned into my mouth, and I hitched up her skirt. My hands paused on bare skin—"The skirt, too, Ryst?"

RYST

"I hate underwear as much as I hate celibacy," I declared. "Don't stop, Nayth." I pulled at his pants, and managed to get the buttons undone all by myself. My mango seed butter was in his hand, so I took it and smoothed it over him.

Groaning, Nayth paused a second, "We don't need condoms?" I shook my head, and pulled his mouth back to mine. He kissed me deeply, deeply, but not roughly. His powerful body pushed me against the door, but it was still contained. He was like a hurricane that was swirling deep inside of itself. All that power focused on me.

He scooped my backside into his hands and lifted me, sliding into me where I needed him most. It was power and strength, but it was still contained. It didn't matter, I broke anyway. As I shuddered, he groaned in relief, and I felt something warm— finally, finally, finally!

But it wasn't just cum. It was a glow. I couldn't see. Was I going off into space again? There was silver light filling my brain, and golden glowing warmth filling my pelvis. "Mmmmmm. Mmmmm. Nayth. Nayth. I gasped."

"Methela. Methela. My darling. My love. My heart. Oh Ryst. So good. Oh, my darling."

Then we were moving. I still couldn't see. I was being lowered gently onto something soft, and I heard cloth. I blinked and blinked, and my vision cleared in time to see Nayth lying next to me, pulling me on top of him. I started wriggling out of my jacket.

"Zipper, left side, again?" he asked.

I shook my head, "This one's in the back."

"I can get that one too." My bandeau was off, and there was nothing between us. Not even a condom. I think I drifted, but I didn't stop squirming. My flower was very happy to have a naked Nayth Carmidee to snuggle against. I never wanted to be away from him again.

I kissed his neck. Such soft, delicious skin. All mine. I kept wriggling my pelvis all over him, even though he was still recovering.

"Do you want me to take care of that some more?" he asked.

"Are you taunting me?"

"It can be a taunt and a promise at the same time," he said as he kissed my neck and traced his right thumb down the outside of my left breast, and down my hip, and back up. I was breathless. How could I be breathless again already? Wasn't I tired?

Nayth turned me over onto my back and took my right nipple in his mouth as his right thumb kept tracing my body. Over to my belly button, in slow circles. Then slowly down, down. His mouth followed his thumb, and the thumb went lower down my thigh.

I gasped when his lips closed over me, and his thumb slid inside. "Harder, Nayth. You've got to do it harder. Please, hard. Really hard." Why did I have to tell him? Why couldn't I show him in his mind? Why was his mind closed to me? I forgot to think about that.

Then I felt his cock hard on my calf, and I didn't want his thumb or his mouth.

"Stop this and fuck me, Nayth Carimidee!"

When he came over me, his face was so lost there were no words to describe it. He closed his eyes, above me, and sank into me, his hands holding my hips. I kept my eyes open and watched him. All that power, filling me. Slowly.

He was being too slow, and I wanted him to speed up. But he was savoring every second. I just watched all that beauty, all that male power sliding into me over and over, slowly. Watching him, I wanted to hold on, but I couldn't stop it. The wave crested and broke.

I realized my eyes were closed, and I'd stopped watching him. Nayth was completely still. I stopped moving and opened my eyes. He was still above me, hands on my hips, breathing deeply and slowly, every muscle taught. He was still and hard inside me.

"Tell me when you're ready, Ryst," he whispered.

Why was he whispering? Why didn't he know what my body needed and wanted? I would come again if he'd just move. Why should I have to tell him? He should know this. I had no curtain around my mind or feelings. I should be an open book to him right now. A little pang went through my heart, but I refused to be sad.

I pushed him off of me, and his eyes flew open, shocked. I pushed him down onto his back. He was chaining something. Something he was holding back from me. I straddled him, and put my hands on his cheeks.

"You listen to me, Nayth Carmidee, I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you hard. Enjoy this."

And I slammed down onto his cock while his face was still surprised. Something was chained within him, and I meant to break it out.

I forgot to look at his face, but I didn't have to. I couldn't hear his thoughts, but I could hear the grunts. That's right, lover, grunt for me. I will unchain you!

We both came, and it was good. But it still wasn't as good as I knew it could be. My Ahtah was holding back from me, and that had to stop. Slowly, our breaths stilled. I drifted.

Dream Journal

A long corridor lined with doorways. Round. Arched. Rectangular. Not the door I wanted. Nowhere was the door I wanted. I reached the end of the hallway. It was a door. It wasn't the door I wanted. I put my hand on the wall next to it— a cream-colored plain wall. My hand touched the wall, and the wall shifted. A doorway grew out of it— arched and lined with old stones. I peered into blackness and fell—