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“We are on none of those planets nor are we on a battlefield.” She poked his chest. “Come on. Let me see you wearing your beads.”
He growled, snatching her up and dropping her on his lap as she laughed. The bright sound echoed over the nesting pools as he nuzzled her neck.
“If you want to see me naked, lov’alel, all you have to do is ask.”
“How about a deal?” She grinned, running her fingers through his olules, shivering at their sting. “You wear your beads while we’re here, and I’ll wear my swimsuit collection.”
He cocked his head curiously. “Swimsuit?”
“Oh, yeah,” she snickered evilly. “Human rules of modest dressing are almost completely suspended when it comes to swimsuits.”
Serval blinked, her words taking a moment to register.
Humans were known as being the most sexual species in the universe. Everything about them, from their incredibly feminine bodies and features – females and males alike – to their sweet voices, to their scents, to the very way they moved, even their blood itself, seemed designed to allure others and drive them mad with lust. The fact that they were capable of naturally producing hybrids just seemed to confirm that they were a species designed for sex and sensuality.
But despite that, humans had very specific rules about modesty. His Sophie always made sure to cover her chest and her sex, refusing to let anyone see them except him. Those body parts were meant only for her mate. And even if they were technically covered, that didn’t mean that someone was considered dressed. If clothing didn’t cover enough skin, it was considered too salacious, too sexual, even if the forbidden parts of her body were concealed.
Serval hadn’t really ever worried about it. On the way to Wav’aii, he had warned her that nudity wasn’t a cultural taboo here. Even the beaded skirts didn’t cover everything. The beads didn’t always sit flush, or they were completely open at the sides. One of his female friends wore a skirt that only covered her hips, not her behind or genitalia at all. And that was perfectly fine for them, though he knew it wouldn’t be for humans.
But she said that a swimsuit – which sounded like clothing specifically for swimming – suspended human modesty rules.
What did that mean…?
“Do we have a deal?” She asked, smiling like the wicked temptress she was.
“How many swimming suits do you have in your collection?” He asked, voice surprisingly rough as he considered her walking around in something salacious.
Or beads.
His cock gave a throbbing pulse, his ovules wriggling intensely as he imagined her walking around in nothing but beads. Her breasts free. Her wet little cunt available to him whenever he wanted. He’d just have to push the skirt aside and…
She shifted on his lap, chuckling. “A lot. Some really cute bathing suits too, by the way. I have a whole set from a collaboration I did with a designer last year. We had a fashion show and everything. You want to see?”
She asked softly, leaning over him. Dancing her lips over his. Teasing him with the promise of a kiss and her immodest swimming suits.
“I do,” he breathed, shuddering.
“Then, I demand beads,” she declared, sitting back.
He growled, grabbing her by the back of her neck and yanking her back to him. She laughed as he covered her lips, claiming the kiss she had teased. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn his beads, but he’d do it for her.
He was pretty sure he’d do anything for her.
Chapter 23
Sophie
Dark wine got better the more she drank it. She didn’t really get drunk last night, but she did feel really light and free – kind of similar to being high on pain killers, but not quite as harsh. She stayed up late with Serval and the rest of the family while they ate and drank and listened to stories.
But now that she woke up, she felt like she had just gotten over the flu.
Her limbs were all heavy, like they had been packed with sand, and her brain was foggy as she pushed herself up in bed, spitting hair out of her mouth as she blinked sluggishly, groggy and out of it. And confused as to why.
She looked around, her mind needing a few minutes to get going. Like a faulty lawn mower – she kept yanking on the starter but got back only puttering and spitting.
The room was cool. It was a bubble room, similar to the one on the ship where it was round like a donut, with the donut ‘hole’ being the bed. It still had a glass sleeping area, this time though it was a pretty purple and pink stained glass with glitter embedded into it. One section of the wall of the room was a huge window, half underwater, giving her a view of both the horizon and the pretty reef just outside that was filled with colorful, darting fish.
It was gorgeous. She was also pretty sure it was Serval’s. The little single room had a kitchenette on the land side, which also came with a window, though it was more common for the family to all eat together. The small kitchen was for snacks or when they wanted privacy. Everyone had their own bubble home, and they were passed down or traded as needed. Since Serval, until now, had been a bachelor and was rarely here, his original bubble home was on the small side. However, since she was now with him, he had been upgraded to a large bubble while his old bubble would be going to one of the youngsters who wanted to move out on their own.
