NOVEL NEXT Helluva First Night, Babe 🌶️
SLYDAR
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw my name at the top of the chapter, didn't it? Oh, I know the affect I have. Wink.
My "voice" came under some criticism after that last bit I wrote. Ya, the one at the end of Book 3. "Less slang," they said. Critics, every one.
So, I'm gonna tone it down a little. Make myself small. Reduce my personality. To satisfy my critics.
Wink. I know better ways to keep people satisfied.
Ya, that's my soft smile you feel.
How's that for character "voice?"
Shut up a minute, would ya? I got my eyes on the landing platform, but I'm all sneaky outta sight behind this column so Rory doesn't see me. Oh, I'm in the station waiting for her to come to the surface of Dliptonia, my home world. She should be here any second.
You think I'm done playing games with my girl? Henh henh. I got my telepathy snooze screen up right now. Yeah, she's proper annoyed about it, but she ain't pushin'. I can feel her gettin' close.
Sneaky glance. My eyes see the best thing they've ever looked at. Curly hair down her back, light brown skin, thin shoulders, and curves I'm ready to sink into. She passes by, and I melt into the crowd a few steps behind her. Her family is a few steps ahead, but I don't even see them. It's all I can do to keep my telepathic senses to myself.
Three steps ahead of me. I swear I can smell her in the air. I drop my mental shield and pour my molasses self all over her. She stops in her tracks.
Slydar!
And it isn't joy; it's hunger. I run, she spins and grabs me, melding to me. My lips crush hers. I forget to breathe.
She's ferocious, biting at my mouth. My arms are around her, smashing her against me. I don't notice the crowd parting around us; all I feel is Rory. All over me and inside me, and we both want to forget everything and everyone.
A-hem.
It wasn't a polite telepathic knock, it was a fist pounding on the door. Ronnie. I didn't respond, but Rory pulled back. I grinned at her, giving her my, "I know you want me to bad" smirk. She shoved me with a playful smile, but she couldn't take her eyes off my face. Me neither.
"I love you, baby," they were the first words I wanted her to hear.
Her faced softened, "I love you too, Slydar. What're we gonna do?"
I didn't have to answer. She could feel the heat rolling off me. She laughed.
"Then where are we gonna?"
I looked at her for real. "You got other bags, babe? Or just the pack?"
"Pack only."
I unbuckled the hip belt and pulled it off her shoulders. She rolled her eyes. "No way that's fitting on your shoulders, Sly."
I looked at her with a quirked brow, inviting her to say that name again. And to keep complimenting my shoulders. I slung the pack over my left, and pulled her against the right side of my body.
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It was a ridiculous way to walk through a crowded station, but we didn't have far to go. We grabbed a porter, and I plugged a location into the autonav, pulling Rory into my lap. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her lips found mine as I pulled her closer to me.
Things got breathless pretty quick, but both of us knew it wasn't goin' anywhere. No sex in moving porters. That was the law everywhere in the Known Cosmos, so it was hot, but not as hot as it would be when we got to my wagon.
Yeah, I lived in a wagon on wheels. Not much more than a room and a shower, but it was a place I rented all on my own. Away from the hubbub of my family who all lived off grid nearby. They'd done what Ronnie'd asked of them, though, and they were nearly packed up and ready to go to Five Spheres.
We weren't leaving yet. Rory and her fam needed a few sanity days before getting back on a starliner for another two-week-cross-galactic trip. So, three days. We had three days to uh, see Dliptonia. The part of it that was inside my wagon. With me naked on the bed.
I chuckled to myself, and Rory snickered against my lips, knowing exactly what I was thinking. She pulled back and glanced around.
"I guess I said I needed to see your home world, right? So, should I look out the windows or something? She turned around and put her feet up on the navpanel. I wrapped my arms around her stomach, holding her against me as she nestled back. Both of us sighed in contentment.
"Well, I blinked, and I missed Yerd."
"You did more than blink, baby."
Laughter. Elbow to the ribs.
"Do that again, Rory. Be feisty for me."
Heat. Hotter. She wanted to turn around and strip me down, laws be damned.
I nuzzled my nose against the side of her neck, and she rasped, "I think you gotta stop that, Sly."
Nothing about that sentence made me want to comply. My lips closed over her soft skin, and my tongue lapped. I saw where her mind went as she melted against my mouth.
I blinked and pulled back, pretending I wasn't panting. "Eight minutes, Rory. You think you can keep your clothes on 'til we get to Twix?"
"Twix? That's where we're going?"
"I wanna show you something, then we'll go home."
She felt how my heart clenched, and put her fingers over mine, pushing back against me, and sending waves of comfort. I was leaving Dliptonia, and I didn't know if I'd be back. If I came back, would my dad be with me? And what about Rory?
She pushed against me even harder, and I wrapped all of my self around her, taking comfort from the warm softness of her neck. I smiled against her skin. It'd been good when we'd done this on the mental plane, but getting to do it in real life? Nothing compared.
"Skate park? Hey, is this where your parents got married? The pyrotechnic wedding?" Enthusiasm poured out of my girl, and I lit up.
"Let's go see."
"Wait, Sly, this is the grandma line."
"No shame in it, babe. First timers get this line." I fastened her feet to the training hoverboard and stepped on behind her. We were clad in the required helmet and knee and elbow pads. This was my place of work, so the set up was same 'ole same 'ole for me. I smiled as the hoverboard rose and followed the programmed course.
Well, maybe not same 'ole same 'ole since I was wrapped around Rory, and it was probably gonna be the last time I floated through Rip Roarin' Skate Park. Rory laughed in delight and "wowed" in all the required spots as we wound our way through the easy tour of the park, over tubes, past steps, through tunnels. There was every imaginable surface for skateboards, but we floated above them on our hoverboard.
"You gotta go on a run, Sly. I wanna see it!"
I grinned at her and exchanged the double hoverboard for a real skateboard.
"Hey old dude," one of the kids taunted, "you rampin' it?"
I winked at him and took off, building up speed, cresting up high, flipping around, and showing off. I was free and wild and owned the park. I put on a show for my girl since it might be my last ride here, and Rory put on a proper fangirl production of clapping and screeching, "I love you, Slydar! Here's my number, baby! Call me tonight, and I'll be there!"
Embarrassing.
Nah— I loved it. What I didn't love was the 30-minute porter ride back to my wagon while Rory couldn't keep her hands off of me. Or her mouth. Or the rest of her. And I nearly lost it with her writhing against me, fucking my mouth with hers, desperate for me.
We made it to the wagon and got the door closed and locked, and that was all before we stripped down and slammed against the door. It was over fast, but we didn't care. We didn't stop there. The bed was steps away, and we took our time the next time. The third time was fast again. And after that, I lost track.
It was well into the morning hours when we remembered that food was necessary for life. I heated up shepherd's pie while Rory chopped a salad, and we stuffed ourselves then went back to bed. For another round.
We fell asleep just as the sun was dawning. Helluva first night, babe.
