Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

"Stars Dancing"

Two in harmony!

More than a chord.

None that exists,

And so much more.

Reach beyond the stars,

join with me here.

Within you, within me,

all things can be!

We'll be stars dancing

and love flowing.

We'll dance beyond eternity

and flow together always.

Two in harmony!

More than a chord.

None that exists,

And so much more.

Reach beyond the stars.

We'll dance beyond eternity,

and flow together always.

Two in harmony!

More than a chord.

Reach beyond the stars.

Within you, within me,

all things can be!

We'll be stars dancing.

- Ren Crieve, 2737

PEYDRAN

"You don't mind that we're on a starliner?" I asked, nibbling Ren's earlobe. Ten days my man had been in a musical fever composing. Then another day of packing instruments— we had more instruments with us than clothes, go figure. Then another half day of Ren sleeping, and this morning we'd caught the early train to the Transfer Station.

In that ten-day compositional fever, Ren had barely spoken at all. Twice he'd woken me up in the night to shag me silly. He'd hummed the whole time, like he was still partially writing music. Then he'd disappeared again into the studio.

This morning on the train he'd snogged me so thoroughly that the people behind us switched seats. I didn't care. I'd missed him. Ren had made it very clear what he intended to do in this starliner cabin, and I was onboard.

It was the nicest cabin available, but it was small. The side walls each had a small fold-down bed, and once they were pulled down, it made almost a full-sized sleeping surface. Which we were entangled on, snogging again.

"Wait— do you mind, Pey'o? Ah, we could pretend we're somewhere nice? Like in the cabin or— oh, I know! We're on a starliner, and you're a space pirate. You've taken me to your quarters to have your way with me. Say something sexy in a pirate voice. And in a low voice he added, 'Ren Crieve, I'm, gonna fill you so full of my bullets.'"

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I smothered my laughter and said in a girly voice, "Mr. Crieve, I do believe you're in trouble. Or are you the trouble?"

Ren cackled, "No, no girl pirates! Not sexy! I think you ruined my mood."

I had another idea, so I got up and turned out the lights.

"Wwwwww," Ren whispered, "mood lighting. Wait, don't trip in the pitch dark, Pey'o."

I sent commands to my pad. Which normally I kept hidden during intimacy so Ren didn't get ideas involving videos and recording. I pulled up images of Andromeda and beamed them out all over the walls and ceiling.

There were stars outside, and there were stars inside.

Then in a low, sexy, pirate voice I asked, "I believe mood lighting was requested?"

"Come here."

It was over way too fast, but that was okay. "Keep the storms, coming, Pey'o. I don't want to be done yet."

Neither did I, so I kissed my way up his neck and over his jaw and down, down, down. I could drown in Ren, and it still wouldn't be enough. Once we were both hard again, I flicked my tongue over the base of his cock, working my way up. I had one well-lubed finger in him, massaging exactly where he liked it.

Ren was making all kinds of noises, and since I always listened, I knew what he would do next. His hands tapped my shoulders, giving me the signal he was ready. I sat up and tucked my legs into a lotus, pulling him up with me. He lowered onto me, wrapping his legs around my waist. I cradled him to me as I slid into him, chest to chest, heart to heart.

This was the reason I'd spent half of my life in the dojo: so I could hold Ren to me and make love face to face. Amongst the stars, hurling our way across the galaxy, I hoped it would be more than making love. I wanted to be in him again— against his soul, not just in his body. Mind to mind or feelings to feelings.

Whatever that thing was that Ren called telepathic sex, I wanted it. "Ren, I moaned. Ren, figure it out. What's the right song?"

He panted against me, grunting something I couldn't understand. We were both lost. Ren pushed at my chest, and I softened my grip on him. "Don't stop, Pey'o, don't stop, just look at me."

Our chests heaved, and I was almost hyperventilating. My vision started to blur. Ren put a hand against my belly and started tracing my navel with his thumb, like he was rimming my belly button. I tried to relax my abdominal muscles for him.

"Don't stop yet, please don't stop," Ren commanded. I nodded. I understood, even though I didn't. He pushed his thumb into my belly button and then pushed it deeper, then harder.

I relaxed against his thumb as much as I could while I held us both up. Ren's thumb pressed deeper. It hurt.

No, it didn't hurt. Not pain. Oh sands. Saaaaannnnds. My eyes bugged out, and my jaw dropped as pleasure ran down my belly button and into my balls. My breath stuttered, and I think I whimpered it felt so good.

Ren's face was open in amazement and wildness, and I felt something surge from my testicles. He grabbed me with both arms and pulled me tighter against him, both of us grunting as something flowed between us, connecting us.

My head fell against Ren, moaning in time with him. There was light and warmth surging up my belly and throat and into my brain. But it wasn't just me, it was both of us. It wasn't my belly and throat, it was mine and his.

It was ours. One pleasure. One ecstasy. I didn't need to open my eyes to look at him; I knew what Ren felt.

Bliss. Everything he ever wanted. I was all he wanted.

There were lights in our brains. Green and magenta and yellow. Then there was just bright pink light and a single note of music that grew into a symphony.

Ren didn't have to tell me what it was called. He'd named it "Stars Dancing" two nights ago after he'd loved me then written the song.

We came apart together, me hearing the song Ren had been singing for me before we ever met.

We came back down, and I unwound my legs, lying back and pulling Ren on top of me. He slept, of course. Just a couple of hours.

I didn't feel Ren's thoughts or feelings after he'd fallen asleep. I'd been wondering if we could learn to do the telepathy thing when we weren't in bed; maybe there were songs that would help? The galaxy was still shining all around us when he woke up hungry again.

Ren's kisses were ferocious. I wanted it. I'd missed him so much. Ten days without Ren was too much. He could ravage me the whole trip. He gave me the signal that I should relax so he could slide in. Once I was ready, he pulled my legs up to his shoulders and slipped in where I wanted him.

"Please, Ren," I thought. "Just keep taking me. Over and over. Take me again and again. I'm yours. I'm yours forever."

Ren traced a thumb down my side and over to my belly button. I smiled as my body remembered, and he made circles around my belly button. Then it flared to life within us both— the connection. The connection that was us. Gazing into my eyes, Ren looked victorious.

"Tell me you'll marry me, Peydran Madrano."

"I'll marry you, Ro. Anytime. Any place. I'm yours."

The ferocity was gone. I ran the fingers of both my hands over Ren's arms with gentle tenderness, and he caressed down the length of me. Lights and music. I got lost.

Ren stilled. I didn't open my eyes. I knew what he was doing automatically.

It was the caesura. Ren loved the caesura. I felt him savor it. I savored it with him. We savored it together. A moment of wonder and awe.

And Ren was feeling that it had always been meant to be this way— us aboard a starship dancing among stars together.

We came undone as one.

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