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Story: Lost Companion
He slid her off his lap. “You noticed, and I haven’t even undressed with you yet.”
She snorted and stood up. “What do I need to wear?”
Rath chuckled and stood, walking to a flat wardrobe on the wall, bringing out over twenty outfits.
“What the actual hell?”
“I was stressed, and I had them all made based on tradition and what you would hate based on what you have stated in the past.”
“Why what I would hate?”
“Misdirected irritation. You were out of my realm of safety, and it made me mad, so I could either kill everyone on the mine station until I found you, or I could make you outfits and trust the Daughters to bring you home.” He flicked through the clothing and pulled something out.
“Until you swooped in and burned off some of that energy.”
“Not even close. Here, put this on; no, you can’t leave the room.”
She blinked and nodded. “Right. No privacy if you are with me.”
She pulled off her clothing and set it aside, taking the folded dress from his hand. “Thank you, generous Overseer.”
“Please don’t thank me while naked again.” He closed his eyes.
Riley smirked and pulled the dress on. It was shimmery with cleavage that went to her navel, and her back was slit down to her coccyx. The fabric was opaque, and the skirt was full but wasn’t bad for a consort gown.
She sighed. “You can open your eyes.”
He opened them and smiled, reaching for her hair and setting it loose around her shoulders. “There. That will conceal your neck while we can have a civil dinner.”
“Neck?”
“Yes, your shoulders are a close second for allure, but they are mostly concealed.” He smiled. “Shall we?”
He held his hand out to her, palm up. She slid her hand into his, and he leaned in and kissed it. Her body was rioting, and she was pretending it wasn’t. His grin showed her he knew it.
They left his quarters, walking the halls at a slow and steady pace. She knew she had a blush to her cheeks as they walked because a lot of the crew were grinning.
She muttered, “This would be easier if I hadn’t met them at your palace.”
He chuckled. “Deal with it.”
“Stop quoting me.”
“No. I had to listen to you for five years; you are going to find out what I learned.”
She groaned. “I may regret babbling in your general direction.”
“You might.”
They made it to the captain’s mess, where two guards snapped to attention.
The space had four of Rath’s elite squad and the captain chatting to Sister Welowik.
All heads turned their way when they entered.
Rath smiled. “I would like to present my consort. Riley.”
The Daughters all pressed a hand flat to their sternum and bowed. The captain saluted with a hand to his shoulder.
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