The Morcai Battalion: The Pursuit. Diana Palmer

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      He bent again, parting her lips softly this time before he possessed them. She moaned and pressed close to him.

      He didn’t dare take the invitation. The dravelzium was already wearing off. He’d have to make sure he kept a supply with him. He couldn’t bear to hurt her.

      But her mouth was intoxicating. He got drunk on the taste of her. He whispered to her in High Cehn-Tahr, the Holy Tongue that only his Clan and a few members of the kehmatemer could even understand.

      “What?” she whispered dizzily.

      “Synthale.”

      She drew back a breath.

      “You go to my head like spirits,” he translated.

      “You go to mine,” she whispered shakily. Her soft arms reached up, but he caught them and pulled them gently down.

      “Too soon,” he whispered. He felt unsteady on his feet. “Some things must not be rushed,” he added.

      She smiled stupidly. “Okay.”

      He chuckled. She looked as intoxicated as he felt.

      “Nobody ever kissed me before,” she confessed, shocking him. “I wasn’t sure how it would feel.” She flushed. “It’s very...nice.”

      “Very nice, indeed.” He was immensely flattered. He would be her first, in every way. He had heard that some humans were very promiscuous, especially in the outer colonies. He was delighted to find her as chaste and discreet as he, himself, was. The Cehn-Tahr were pristine in their mating habits. Once bonded, they never strayed. Bonding was for life.

      “So. Tomorrow after luncheon.” She looked up at him.

      He nodded slowly. “After luncheon. I’ll see your father after breakfast.”

      She cocked her head and smiled. “Is it a cultural thing that you don’t eat with other cultures?”

      He smiled. “I’m afraid so. Our choice of cuisine is quite different from yours and might be offensive to your olfactory processes.”

      She blinked. “We might not like the smell?”

      “Exactly.”

      She searched his eyes, so far above her own. “I can get used to anything,” she said softly. “And I mean anything, if it means being with you.”

      He caught his breath. It was the way he felt, too.

      He bent, helplessly, to her soft mouth. This was unwise. The dravelzium was wearing off. Contact with her mouth, without the protection of nanobytes, which also wore off, could trigger the mating cycle. She knew too little about him, about what he truly was. It would be unfair to expose her to something she might not be able to accept.

      He kissed her very softly and drew back before she could reciprocate. “Slowly,” he said.

      She managed to smile through her excited disappointment. “Slowly,” she replied.

      He touched her soft hair where it draped around her shoulders in a beautiful, curly curtain. “Your hair is magnificent,” he whispered.

      “I thought you might like it better if I wore it loose, like this.”

      “Yes. I do.” He chuckled. “My own hair is even longer...” He stopped suddenly at her look of surprise.

      He ground his teeth together. It was a bad slip. “I mean, I used to wear it long,” he said, shaking his head. “You see? You intoxicate me so that I can’t say what I mean.”

      To his relief, she laughed. “I wonder what you’d look like with long hair,” she said aloud.

      “I’ll grow it out, just for you,” he promised.

      She smiled. “Will we be able to do things together, when we get to Memcache?” she asked worriedly. “I mean, will your family mind?”

      “My Clan won’t mind,” he replied. “My parents are long dead. I have many cousins, but no close family anymore.”

      “Sort of like me,” she said. “All I have left is Daddy.”

      “I like your father,” he told her. “He is unique.”

      She smiled. “Yes. I love him very much.”

      He brushed her hair away from her face. “I want children,” he said huskily.

      She felt a wave of hunger so sweeping that it almost staggered her. “I want them, too,” she whispered.

      They stared at each other hungrily until a passing couple noticed them and called a greeting.

      They shook themselves mentally, moved apart and called back the greeting as they proceeded toward the cabin Jasmine shared with her parent.

      “I have never enjoyed anything as much as this evening,” Mekashe told her softly. “It has been one of the happiest days of my life.”

      “Of mine, as well,” she replied, searching his eyes. “I’ll look forward to tomorrow afternoon.”

      “As will I.” He smiled tenderly. “I will carry this memory of the way you look until I die...” He hesitated. “Is it permissible, for me to capture you like this?”

      “Of course,” she said at once.

      He produced a small photographic device the size of a thumb from his jacket and captured a photograph of her.

      The door opened just after he shot it.

      “Daddy, would you capture us together? Is it all right?” she asked Mekashe.

      “Certainly!” he said, handing the device to her father. “If you wouldn’t mind?”

      He chuckled. “Not at all.” He triggered the device, three times. “I made multiples, in case the first didn’t take.” He handed it to Mekashe. “Might better check and make sure.”

      He did. He looked at the portrait of the two of them and sighed inwardly. They looked perfect together. Her fairness, and his black hair and light gold skin, seemed to complement each other.

      “May I see?” she asked, and leaned on Mekashe’s arm to look over it. He was far too tall for her to look over his shoulder. “It’s perfect! Can you share it with me, on the Nexus?” she asked.

      He wouldn’t dare. No holos of him or any member of the Imperial Guard or the Holconcom were permitted.

      “I can do much better. I’ll bring you one of these with the capture in it tomorrow. Will that suffice?” he teased.

      “That would be wonderful!” She looked up at him delightedly. “And you’ll teach me to use it, yes?”

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