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Authors: Lucy Snow
Tags: Science-Fiction, Romance, Space Opera, Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy, alien invasion, multicultural, Multicultural & Interracial, Space Marine
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I did not move, she reached over and pointed out the flakey brown filings on the right side. “Try both of those at the same time.” I did, and the two foods worked together very well.
“Why not just eat the…hash browns, then, since they contain all the flavor?”
Melissa leaned back and waved at the food generators. “Given that we’re eating the same stuff no matter what we order, there’s not reason not to, but back on Earth, we have made cooking into an art.”
My mouth dropped open. “An art? It is just food. You eat it and you move on. It is nothing more than fuel.”
Melissa sighed and shook her head. “Not to us, it’s not. But that’s a long story for another time. To answer your question more directly, sometimes we add things to our meals not for the flavor or the nutrition they add, but for the texture they bring to the meal.”
I thought about this. “That seems…highly inefficient. What happens when battle comes?”
Melissa blinked. “Humans typically don’t fight during mealtimes, Ark.”
I shook my head, taking a bite of the sausage, and enjoying the flavor inside immensely. “We have learned that attacking during a meal is a very good way of getting the upper hand.”
“That’s what everything’s about with you Kreossians, isn’t it? Getting the upper hand, getting the advantage, attacking when you can. Don’t you ever, you know…not fight?”
I furrowed my brow, taking another bite while I chose my words carefully. “The galaxy is not a welcoming place, Melissa Crane of Earth. It is cold and unfeeling, and it will swallow you whole without a second thought. My people have found that constant vigilance is nothing short of necessary.”
“That seems like a really sad way to live.”
“Without arguing the truth of what you say, I will suggest that even if you are right, it is better than being dead.”
The conversation slowed down after that, and I focused on my food. The smells and tastes of this relatively simple meal assaulted me at every single turn and I found myself looking forward to trying more Earth food.
Melissa glanced up at the chronometer on the wall every few minutes, and when it hit 6am Earth time, she pushed her plate toward the center of the table and looked around. “I have to go attend to Ambassador Fuller.”
I nodded. “Admiral Kaalax will expect me soon as well.” I had just finished eating my own meal.
Melissa smiled as she stood up. “What did you think of the farmer’s breakfast?”
I stood up as well. “Your farmers must be great warriors.”
Melissa laughed. “Not quite warriors, but close.” She blinked just one of her eyes at me.
“That is the second time you’ve made that gesture, Melissa Crane of Earth. What does it mean?”
“Oh! Winking?” She flushed red with embarrassment. “It’s, uh, it’s a sign of affection on Earth.”
This pleased me greatly, despite the inner turmoil I went through each time I was in her presence, and again this morning when I tried to comprehend how this frail creature could be my mate.
I tried to replicate the gesture back at her, but despite my great control over my body, I was unable to do so, and Melissa shook her head, again fighting back the laughter. “It takes a little bit of practice, Ark,” she whispered, then took her plate to the recycling bin.
I followed quickly after, watching the curves of her body just under the tight uniform. She made me hard, this woman, and my body desired her greatly, such as I had never felt for another woman, despite how the rest of me may think or resist.
“Then I shall practice it at every opportunity.”
“Just make sure you’re not winking at Admiral Kaalax or Ambassador Fuller. Or any other girls you might meet, OK?”
“That would be difficult. You are the only woman on this station.” I stood up straighter and lowered my voice. “Unless you have smuggled someone aboard the station without us knowing. Is that
“Why not just eat the…hash browns, then, since they contain all the flavor?”
Melissa leaned back and waved at the food generators. “Given that we’re eating the same stuff no matter what we order, there’s not reason not to, but back on Earth, we have made cooking into an art.”
My mouth dropped open. “An art? It is just food. You eat it and you move on. It is nothing more than fuel.”
Melissa sighed and shook her head. “Not to us, it’s not. But that’s a long story for another time. To answer your question more directly, sometimes we add things to our meals not for the flavor or the nutrition they add, but for the texture they bring to the meal.”
I thought about this. “That seems…highly inefficient. What happens when battle comes?”
Melissa blinked. “Humans typically don’t fight during mealtimes, Ark.”
I shook my head, taking a bite of the sausage, and enjoying the flavor inside immensely. “We have learned that attacking during a meal is a very good way of getting the upper hand.”
“That’s what everything’s about with you Kreossians, isn’t it? Getting the upper hand, getting the advantage, attacking when you can. Don’t you ever, you know…not fight?”
I furrowed my brow, taking another bite while I chose my words carefully. “The galaxy is not a welcoming place, Melissa Crane of Earth. It is cold and unfeeling, and it will swallow you whole without a second thought. My people have found that constant vigilance is nothing short of necessary.”
“That seems like a really sad way to live.”
“Without arguing the truth of what you say, I will suggest that even if you are right, it is better than being dead.”
The conversation slowed down after that, and I focused on my food. The smells and tastes of this relatively simple meal assaulted me at every single turn and I found myself looking forward to trying more Earth food.
Melissa glanced up at the chronometer on the wall every few minutes, and when it hit 6am Earth time, she pushed her plate toward the center of the table and looked around. “I have to go attend to Ambassador Fuller.”
I nodded. “Admiral Kaalax will expect me soon as well.” I had just finished eating my own meal.
Melissa smiled as she stood up. “What did you think of the farmer’s breakfast?”
I stood up as well. “Your farmers must be great warriors.”
Melissa laughed. “Not quite warriors, but close.” She blinked just one of her eyes at me.
“That is the second time you’ve made that gesture, Melissa Crane of Earth. What does it mean?”
“Oh! Winking?” She flushed red with embarrassment. “It’s, uh, it’s a sign of affection on Earth.”
This pleased me greatly, despite the inner turmoil I went through each time I was in her presence, and again this morning when I tried to comprehend how this frail creature could be my mate.
I tried to replicate the gesture back at her, but despite my great control over my body, I was unable to do so, and Melissa shook her head, again fighting back the laughter. “It takes a little bit of practice, Ark,” she whispered, then took her plate to the recycling bin.
I followed quickly after, watching the curves of her body just under the tight uniform. She made me hard, this woman, and my body desired her greatly, such as I had never felt for another woman, despite how the rest of me may think or resist.
“Then I shall practice it at every opportunity.”
“Just make sure you’re not winking at Admiral Kaalax or Ambassador Fuller. Or any other girls you might meet, OK?”
“That would be difficult. You are the only woman on this station.” I stood up straighter and lowered my voice. “Unless you have smuggled someone aboard the station without us knowing. Is that
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