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I had read up on human behavior, and staring at another person while touching oneself in an intimate manner was a direct attempt to engage in sexual interaction. It was an invitation, if not to join immediately then to begin the conversation that would lead to joining.
I had left my mate wanting.
I had promised her and taken it away.
My mating organs pressed against the edges of their confinement, but there was no way to let them out and stroke them to demonstrate my readiness to please. I was out on the surface of a moon without an atmosphere. My species was hardy to an extreme. We didn’t need external suits to handle various atmospheric and pressure situations. I could operate for several hours at a time without needing to take a breath if I needed to, and I could retreat to my ship for those moments. Out here on the moon, all I had to do was shut my protective membrane over my eyes and nose and keep all my bits tucked away.
So all I could do was watch, and be tormented.
Well, there was something else I could do.
I could go back inside.
But that would defeat the entire purpose of this plan. I needed to be there for her, to help her in the way that she needed, and if I went back in there in that space that by now would be utterly filled with the intoxicating scent of her, then I would be lost. The only way to resist her call to mate was to not be anywhere near her.
I put my hand on the outside of the glass, close to where she was, and let out a sigh.
I closed down the video feed so I couldn’t see her anymore.
Then I moved away.
I had to finish this.
Then, only then, could I give my mate what she was asking for.
[ 20 ]
JESSICA
“You literally said you wouldn’t marry me without sex!” I shouted at the window as Aeson slithered away across the surface of the moon. It was pretty strange seeing him out there without any form of protective gear other than some lighter colored sections of his scaled hood wrapping around his eyes and mouth.
What was worse was that he hadn’t responded to anything I did.
I’d started subtly at first, wearing one of my nicer outfits and setting up a romantic dinner within view of the window where he could see me when he passed by outside. The kitchen unit he had mentioned was a high tech robotics getup. It had a screen which allowed me to select from a variety of different foods from Earth by selecting the picture, and then the whole thing whirled into action, mental arms swinging about as it prepared and cooked my selection in front of me.
There wasn’t any furniture other than the chairs so I ate the meal on the floor in front of the window, drinking a vintage bottle of something red as I made sure my tight red skirt rode up my legs.
Not a single glance my way.
I’d focused heavily on my work in between attempts to snare his attention but reading the endless comments on my latest video I’d posted explaining my cultural faux pas made me go through the remainder of my Blamex far too quickly, so I stopped, focusing on the one thing that didn’t stress me out.
Even though he was driving me crazy avoiding me like this.
I even tried resurrecting the little bit I knew from that one bellydance class I took a long time ago, wondering if maybe wiggling around in a serpentine fashion would entice him to come back in and at least talk to me about why he was avoiding me.
I was running out of ideas.
I stood in the bedroom, looking through my luggage. There wasn’t any dressers or shelves to put anything so I had been living out of my suitcase. I also had no idea how to wash my dirty clothes so I’d been piling them in one corner of the floor until I could ask Aeson where the laundromat was. Given the fact that he didn’t really wear any clothing, there was a good chance that I’d have to end up washing them in the bathtub.
I’d found a little note taking app and was keeping track of all of the issues I was encountering.
The biggest one of all though was my husband avoiding me.
I stared at my clothing and sighed. If my sexy date night dress wasn’t going to send him slithering into my arms, my only other option was to strip down naked and masturbate in front of him, and I didn’t really like that idea.
I needed a second opinion.
I pulled up the screen on my wrist unit and called Caley.
