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enough.
Still, looking at him while he slept, even for those few seconds, I could tell it wasn’t going to be that easy to stay away from him.
Maybe that was the lock thing, too...or simply how much we’d been through together already. Either way, I knew things had changed with how I saw Nik from as far back as when we’d first been bunked in that cell together on Ledi’s ship.
Since that time, the feeling hadn’t diminished any, unfortunately.
Really, it had gotten worse. A lot worse...even before I found out that my little crush on Nik wasn’t exactly unrequited.
Realizing I was still staring down at him like some kind of creepy stalker, I sighed a bit, combing my fingers through my hair as it hit me how tired I was. Looking for the biggest open spot on the roll-down bed, I kicked off my shoes with another sigh, relieved I had another day to think about it before we were alone again and both more or less conscious.
Tomorrow I would get up early.
After all, I was going to let Jake dress me.
That would require at least a full pot of Irene’s high-octane coffee.
Possibly with a few shots of something stronger thrown in, too.
“I do not understand,” Nik said, frowning at me. His eyes had turned a light green in the pause, one of those colors I hadn’t figured out the meaning of yet. “...This is fashion?”
He looked at Jake that time, as if expecting some sort of explanation.
Jake rubbed Nik’s shoulders, a little more sensually than necessary I thought, and kissed Nik on one of his excessively symmetrical cheeks.
“Yes, darling,” Jake drawled at him, giving him another squeeze. “Isn’t she gorgeous?”
I did not, for the record, feel gorgeous.
In fact, I felt a little bit like one of those dancing monkeys that used to wear red doorman uniforms with gold buttons, holding out tin cups for blind beggars playing accordion.
Only in much less comfortable shoes.
Looking down at myself with a sigh, I found myself having a déjà vu moment with me and Nik’s last little fashion head-butt, which happened back on Palarine. That time, it had been Nik’s pal, Ledi, aka, Razmun, who had been the one to dress me up like a quasi-prostitute.
To his credit, Nik took it significantly better this time than he had on Palarine.
“Don’t you think she looks hot?” Jake pressed, clearly not going to be happy until Nik validated his creation. “Don’t you just want to ravish her, right now?”
Nik gave him a puzzled look, then looked back at me.
“Yes,” he said then, shrugging lightly as he exhaled. “...But I wanted to before. And this is likely to make others react to her in inappropriate ways.”
Irene giggled at that, covering her mouth.
She leaned against the tile counter as she watched our little exchange, gripping a chipped coffee cup from her collection in one hand.
I only rolled my eyes, although my cheeks might have warmed a bit.
“Jeez, louise, guys,” I said. “What am I, a prize pig?”
“You want to ravish her?” Jake said, ignoring me to focus on Nik. Clearly he saw an opening, and pounced. “Really? Did you ravish her, Nik? Last night, maybe?”
“No,” Nik told him. “I fell asleep before I could ask her. I woke up wanting sex this morning, but she had already left the room...”
“Really?” Jake said, his eyebrows going up in delight as he glanced at me. “You wanted sex this morning, did you? Did you have an erection?”
“Yes––” Nik began, but I’d completely had enough at that point.
“Nik,” I snapped. “House rule, okay? We don’t talk about erections with Jake, okay? Ever. Not yours. Not anyone’s. Clear?”
There was a silence where Nik seemed to think about my words.
“What about with Irene?” he asked me then, his eyes puzzled as he glanced at the object of his question, his mouth firming into a straighter line.
I followed his gaze to where Irene leaned against the counter.
Feeling another irrational stab of jealousy, I bit it
Still, looking at him while he slept, even for those few seconds, I could tell it wasn’t going to be that easy to stay away from him.
Maybe that was the lock thing, too...or simply how much we’d been through together already. Either way, I knew things had changed with how I saw Nik from as far back as when we’d first been bunked in that cell together on Ledi’s ship.
Since that time, the feeling hadn’t diminished any, unfortunately.
Really, it had gotten worse. A lot worse...even before I found out that my little crush on Nik wasn’t exactly unrequited.
Realizing I was still staring down at him like some kind of creepy stalker, I sighed a bit, combing my fingers through my hair as it hit me how tired I was. Looking for the biggest open spot on the roll-down bed, I kicked off my shoes with another sigh, relieved I had another day to think about it before we were alone again and both more or less conscious.
Tomorrow I would get up early.
After all, I was going to let Jake dress me.
That would require at least a full pot of Irene’s high-octane coffee.
Possibly with a few shots of something stronger thrown in, too.
“I do not understand,” Nik said, frowning at me. His eyes had turned a light green in the pause, one of those colors I hadn’t figured out the meaning of yet. “...This is fashion?”
He looked at Jake that time, as if expecting some sort of explanation.
Jake rubbed Nik’s shoulders, a little more sensually than necessary I thought, and kissed Nik on one of his excessively symmetrical cheeks.
“Yes, darling,” Jake drawled at him, giving him another squeeze. “Isn’t she gorgeous?”
I did not, for the record, feel gorgeous.
In fact, I felt a little bit like one of those dancing monkeys that used to wear red doorman uniforms with gold buttons, holding out tin cups for blind beggars playing accordion.
Only in much less comfortable shoes.
Looking down at myself with a sigh, I found myself having a déjà vu moment with me and Nik’s last little fashion head-butt, which happened back on Palarine. That time, it had been Nik’s pal, Ledi, aka, Razmun, who had been the one to dress me up like a quasi-prostitute.
To his credit, Nik took it significantly better this time than he had on Palarine.
“Don’t you think she looks hot?” Jake pressed, clearly not going to be happy until Nik validated his creation. “Don’t you just want to ravish her, right now?”
Nik gave him a puzzled look, then looked back at me.
“Yes,” he said then, shrugging lightly as he exhaled. “...But I wanted to before. And this is likely to make others react to her in inappropriate ways.”
Irene giggled at that, covering her mouth.
She leaned against the tile counter as she watched our little exchange, gripping a chipped coffee cup from her collection in one hand.
I only rolled my eyes, although my cheeks might have warmed a bit.
“Jeez, louise, guys,” I said. “What am I, a prize pig?”
“You want to ravish her?” Jake said, ignoring me to focus on Nik. Clearly he saw an opening, and pounced. “Really? Did you ravish her, Nik? Last night, maybe?”
“No,” Nik told him. “I fell asleep before I could ask her. I woke up wanting sex this morning, but she had already left the room...”
“Really?” Jake said, his eyebrows going up in delight as he glanced at me. “You wanted sex this morning, did you? Did you have an erection?”
“Yes––” Nik began, but I’d completely had enough at that point.
“Nik,” I snapped. “House rule, okay? We don’t talk about erections with Jake, okay? Ever. Not yours. Not anyone’s. Clear?”
There was a silence where Nik seemed to think about my words.
“What about with Irene?” he asked me then, his eyes puzzled as he glanced at the object of his question, his mouth firming into a straighter line.
I followed his gaze to where Irene leaned against the counter.
Feeling another irrational stab of jealousy, I bit it
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