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Chapter 9
Lynn
T he unisex bathroom thing shouldn’t have thrown me for such a loop, but I was already feeling flustered. Every smoldering look he gave me, every syllable he spoke in that gravelly voice of his, every swallow of his drink, all of them were obviously designed by Mother Nature to get my engine revving and keep gunning the motor. Truthfully, I was amazed that the crotch of my jeans didn’t show a huge wet spot, making me look like I‘d peed my pants at least a little, as I felt absolutely drenched now.
My stall had a dispenser of free sanitary items, though, so I took a panty liner out, only to find that, duh, it wouldn’t stick to the damp fabric. I was not about to go spend another hour or more walking around chafing in wet panties, thank you very much, so while I took the pee I’d used as an excuse to try to figure out a way to ease the discomfort temporarily, I hit upon an idea. I disposed of the unfortunately now useless liner in the slot in the wall marked for it with a pictogram, then carefully wrapped the crotch of my panties in toilet paper, winding it through the legs to get it to go all the way around. After tucking the end under itself, I carefully stuck on a fresh pantyliner. Pulling up my jeans, I decided it felt a bit diaperish, maybe, but it didn’t show through the fabric, I felt dry, and the pad would absorb any more fluids he was bound to make me leak before we finally got to go home.
I exited the cubicle to find him standing by the row of sinks, talking to another Mylos.
“The negotiations will probably wrap up in the next week or so, and their food technicians will get in touch with your team a month after that once their bosses decide which flavors they wish to start off with. Do you think you’ll be back by then?”
Yorix was nodding. “I doubt my Bride will wish to wait for our wedding and honeymoon, so I should be back at the lab at least a week or two before that, at minimum.”
“What if they wish a big wedding and to do all the planning themselves?”
“I don’t,” I replied sweetly, joining them. I turned the sink next to Yorix on and began washing my hands. “But if I did, that sort of planning takes several months, so he’d be taking time off much later. Why, what’s up?”
The other Mylos looked taken aback at my interruption, but quickly recovered. “I was explaining to Yorix that a large new commercial food replication deal was about to send him a lot more work.”
I smiled. “I’m sure the Space Force families on Icthus Station will be thrilled to hear that!”
“Err, yes.” He puffed his chest up. “We strive to provide what home comforts we can. I believe these products will also prove to be popular across the entire quadrant.”
I turned the water off. “Oh? May I ask what it is, or is that a secret until it’s formally announced?”
“It’s Duncan Hines cake mix,” the Mylos said proudly. “We are simply waiting on them to decide whether or not to also license us the frostings as well as their retired flavors.”
“Wow!” I moved to place my hand in the dryer. “That is quite the coup. Congrats!”
He nodded, pleased. “Thank you. Sorry to interrupt your day. I saw your mate here and thought to tell him, unaware he was here because he’d matched and met his Bride.”
“That’s perfectly fine. I’m sure he appreciated the heads up as that sounds like a lot of work headed his way.”
Both Mylos stared at me blankly. “Um, heads up, it means getting advance warning.”
Understanding crossed their faces, and with a quick nod to Yorix, the other Mylos hurried out.
“If you guys ink a deal for Duncan Hines, I bet Betty Crocker won’t be far behind.”
Yorix groaned, following me out the door. “Probably not. It was the way with all the peanut butter we’ve been doing.”
I laughed. “Well, I’m sure you’ll get plenty of volunteers for taste testing!”
He gave me a small smile, taking my hand in his, lacing our fingers together as we walked down the small alley to reach the main walkway. ”You are no doubt correct. Now, let’s see what there is to do, shall we?”
We strolled through the offerings, coming to a stop at a door which proclaimed that Zilly’s Goofy Golf was one deck down.
“I think that is all for this ship,” Yorix observed.
“That gives us the choice of the movie theater, an escape room adventure, or mini golf.”
“Or more food,” he agreed. “We could go back to the shuttle bay and go to one of the larger ships.”
I shook my head. “Let’s go to the Goofy Golf place. It sounds fun. I haven’t played that since I was a kid!” I grinned at him. “It’ll feel like a date! You’ll have taken me out for something fun, fed me, and then back to yours for some afternoon delight afterwards.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“Date. This is a thing humans do,” he nodded.
“It is, if it's with someone we really like. Otherwise, no going inside for coffee.”
“I should prepare coffee?”
I leaned up my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.”
“Sweetheart, you can make me some coffee anytime.”
He pressed his hand on the scanner by the elevator door. “You are talking about more than just coffee, aren’t you?”
“You bet.” And if I was perfectly honest, having a date with my new husband before we fucked each others brains out made this whole thing feel more normal - well, human normal, anyway. Not that I’d ever put out after a first date, but we were legally mated, so this was different. An ice-breaker and time to get our bearings before ripping each other’s clothes off.
The door slid open, and he ushered me inside. “Then let us finish our date, and then we can go home and make each other coffee.”
Damn, that sounded dirty when he said it like that.