All People's Liberation Army Ship Vandal Officers' Quarters
Though still carrying the marks of an Imperial Armada cruiser, the Vandal and its crew had switched sides. Senth followed NarrAy down a corridor painted dull gray. Far from the luxury of the sleepliner, this ship had been stripped to basic military starkness.
"Why is everything lit up with red?"
"It's on night ops. Red makes it easier for the eyes to adjust to darkness, and you can still distinguish everything." NarrAy opened a hatch, and stepped through into another corridor.
"We use red for night work in the Guild, too." Senth waited while NarrAy closed the hatch behind him, and then followed her again.
"Let's see, cabin number... Ah, here we are." She unlocked a door, and he followed her inside.
Encie and Broxus had brought Senth's and NarrAy's bagbots with them, and both bots waited in the room, inactive. The tiny cabin sported a chair, a drop-down desk, and a garment rack with a few cubbyholes under it. A mirror covered the back of the door. One bed--a double.
Senth's cheeks burned in remembrance of the last time he and NarrAy were alone near a bed.
NarrAy gestured around herself. "Like it? This is our room."
"We're...um...both in here?"
"Mmm hmm." NarrAy backed him against the door and set a hand on either side of his waist. "This cabin is for accompanied officers."
"A-accompanied?" Unsure where to put his hands, Senth put them behind him.
"Accompanied." She traced a finger across his chin. "Meaning with someone."
"Oh." His mind churned, fighting for intelligent words, but failed. All he could see was the bed. And NarrAy. Right there, up close, next to him, breathing the same air.
NarrAy put one of her feet between his and leaned against him. Body to body. All the way from his calves up to his waist. Even through his clothes, her warmth soaked into him. Her scent bloomed like warm sugar cookies coming fresh from the oven. Vanilla. Butter. Sugar.
Senth breathed her in, and the scent took him back to his childhood, but the touch of her, the warmth of her, rocked him down to the core as a man.
NarrAy pressed her fingers against his lips.
Senth held his breath as NarrAy watched the progress of her fingers. She drew them from his mouth to his chin, down the front of his throat, and stopped where his cloak fastened.
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