flying separately?”
“Of course.”
“Then, let’s go. If I am not uncomfortable in an hour, I will do some shopping.” She grinned.
He offered her his arm, and they walked out of her library. “So, you are going to show me how to finish reading that book, right?”
“It is no more detailed than the Vavorik manuals.”
Durz perked up. “Really?”
She elbowed him and skipped in front of him on the way down the steps.
It was a lovely day in Agathon, and once they had parked their skimmers in the public-access area, they wandered around the town, poking around in shops and trying to figure out uses for items they had never seen before.
His shielding for her held, and after dinner with Hargu and Niyu, she enjoyed the flight back to the Blue Fairy , sharing a skimmer and enjoying the feel of Durz’s arms around her.
She had felt the ping during dinner but had not wished to cut the evening short, so a quick request for a delay was sent to Nitza and the agreement was received gratefully.
“I think Nitza has an assignment for you.”
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder where it met her neck. “Does she?”
“She called during dinner.”
He sighed. “I was hoping to have more time.”
“You can have all the time you want as long as we are in the air.” She laughed as he parked at the spaceport and they both picked up her shopping to carry it to the Blue Fairy.
“Yes, Captain.”
“The address is Pilot Gwendolyn if you want to be precise.”
He grinned, and she felt a column of twisting air climb up her inner thigh. As she mounted the steps, that column slid inside her, making her gasp.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Because, Pilot Gwendolyn, I can, and your hands are full.” He chortled evilly and followed her closely. More columns of mist wrapped around her, and she was lifted off her feet and carried to the upper level and her quarters. He bounced her gently on her bed, and she twisted from side to side as the sensation of having him inside her brought her to the edge of orgasm.
She shrieked and arched, her clothing on and her body gleaming with sweat.
Durz leaned over her and kissed her, his nebulous touch caressing her from head to toe while it removed her sweat and the slick traces of her orgasm.
“Well, that is something I am going to have to flush out of my mind.” Nitza’s voice came from her image displayed by the ship.
Durz put himself between her and the projection. “What do you wish, Dispatcher?”
Nitza grinned. “I need your diplomatic touch to extract an ambassador convicted of spying on Yerio. Get him out before he is given the death penalty.”
Durz shook his head. “Yerio is very strict regarding their penalties.”
“I am aware. Our ambassador is a Guardian who has been running undercover, and we don’t want him to have to break out on his own.”
“Understood. Send the files, and I will prepare my case. Will they hold off on full sentencing?”
“They will. They are waiting for you for five days. You had better get moving. You too, Gaze.”
“Yes, Dispatch.”
Nitza disappeared and Durz sighed. “Well, there went my plans for the day.”
Gwyn laughed. “I have to grab my uniform and get us airborne. Get off my skirt.”
He pinned her down, kissed her until she felt a return of the throb deep inside her, and after she was completely incapable of thought, he leaned back with a grin.
He sauntered out, leaving her to gather her wits and stagger to her wardrobe. One pilot’s suit later, she was on the command deck and plugging into the Fairy.
They had an assignment, so it was time to push off. A quick clearance from the spaceport and they were on their way. She just wished that her body would stop asking to continue what he had started.
Chapter Nine
Yerio was quiet. Gwyn wore the heavy cloak and walked swiftly through the streets. If she were still blind, she would have thought she was in a dead city. There was no noise aside from the
“Of course.”
“Then, let’s go. If I am not uncomfortable in an hour, I will do some shopping.” She grinned.
He offered her his arm, and they walked out of her library. “So, you are going to show me how to finish reading that book, right?”
“It is no more detailed than the Vavorik manuals.”
Durz perked up. “Really?”
She elbowed him and skipped in front of him on the way down the steps.
It was a lovely day in Agathon, and once they had parked their skimmers in the public-access area, they wandered around the town, poking around in shops and trying to figure out uses for items they had never seen before.
His shielding for her held, and after dinner with Hargu and Niyu, she enjoyed the flight back to the Blue Fairy , sharing a skimmer and enjoying the feel of Durz’s arms around her.
She had felt the ping during dinner but had not wished to cut the evening short, so a quick request for a delay was sent to Nitza and the agreement was received gratefully.
“I think Nitza has an assignment for you.”
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder where it met her neck. “Does she?”
“She called during dinner.”
He sighed. “I was hoping to have more time.”
“You can have all the time you want as long as we are in the air.” She laughed as he parked at the spaceport and they both picked up her shopping to carry it to the Blue Fairy.
“Yes, Captain.”
“The address is Pilot Gwendolyn if you want to be precise.”
He grinned, and she felt a column of twisting air climb up her inner thigh. As she mounted the steps, that column slid inside her, making her gasp.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Because, Pilot Gwendolyn, I can, and your hands are full.” He chortled evilly and followed her closely. More columns of mist wrapped around her, and she was lifted off her feet and carried to the upper level and her quarters. He bounced her gently on her bed, and she twisted from side to side as the sensation of having him inside her brought her to the edge of orgasm.
She shrieked and arched, her clothing on and her body gleaming with sweat.
Durz leaned over her and kissed her, his nebulous touch caressing her from head to toe while it removed her sweat and the slick traces of her orgasm.
“Well, that is something I am going to have to flush out of my mind.” Nitza’s voice came from her image displayed by the ship.
Durz put himself between her and the projection. “What do you wish, Dispatcher?”
Nitza grinned. “I need your diplomatic touch to extract an ambassador convicted of spying on Yerio. Get him out before he is given the death penalty.”
Durz shook his head. “Yerio is very strict regarding their penalties.”
“I am aware. Our ambassador is a Guardian who has been running undercover, and we don’t want him to have to break out on his own.”
“Understood. Send the files, and I will prepare my case. Will they hold off on full sentencing?”
“They will. They are waiting for you for five days. You had better get moving. You too, Gaze.”
“Yes, Dispatch.”
Nitza disappeared and Durz sighed. “Well, there went my plans for the day.”
Gwyn laughed. “I have to grab my uniform and get us airborne. Get off my skirt.”
He pinned her down, kissed her until she felt a return of the throb deep inside her, and after she was completely incapable of thought, he leaned back with a grin.
He sauntered out, leaving her to gather her wits and stagger to her wardrobe. One pilot’s suit later, she was on the command deck and plugging into the Fairy.
They had an assignment, so it was time to push off. A quick clearance from the spaceport and they were on their way. She just wished that her body would stop asking to continue what he had started.
Chapter Nine
Yerio was quiet. Gwyn wore the heavy cloak and walked swiftly through the streets. If she were still blind, she would have thought she was in a dead city. There was no noise aside from the
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