Page 13 of Yorix

Chapter 7

Lynn

I’d thought Chris’s guys and Tylip were hotter than the super sexy actors who portrayed Mylos on TV and in films. They didn’t hold a patch on my mate. I was probably biased as he was mine, and oh boy, the way he’d looked at me drenched my panties. I needed to either get them off or change them as soon as possible, as I’d unwisely worn jeans, so I was starting to chafe.

I nearly forgot how uncomfortable I was, though, once we reached the roof. Holy shit. I’d seen the saucer shaped shuttles in the sky a few times as they zipped by, and of course, movies had CGI ones, but the reality of one right there was much, much different. I could see the marks on its hull from use and the low hum of its engine.

“Good, he’s ready to take off as soon as we’re aboard and strapped in,” Yorix said, turning to grin at me. He stood beside the ramp where another Mylos poked his head out.

“Yes, Xeranos let me know you were on your way up,” he said, grinning. “I figured you’d be wanting to head back as soon as possible.”

“Yes,” Yorix rasped, then swore softly under his breath. “Though we will have at least another hour and a half before we can go to our new quarters.”

“Why?” I asked, going past him to take a seat inside. “Did they not have anything available?”

He followed me inside, the pilot closing the door behind him and taking my suitcases from him to place them in a storage closet in part of the bulkhead.

“They did if I accepted a heavily modified unit, but we have to allow time for the furniture to be placed.”

“Oh! That makes sense," I said, trying to figure out the harness system.

Yorix loomed over me. “Allow me,” he said gallantly.

“Be my guest,” I said, moving my hands out of the way. As his hands deftly worked the buckles, I asked, “What did you mean by heavily modified?”

“The previous occupant installed a colorful human style kitchen,” he replied.

“Colorful?”

“The cooking and chilling apparatuses are blue green,” he clarified. “And the flooring in the unit is not the standard gray flooring.”

Blue green?

“It’s one of those cute retro themed ones?” I asked, thinking of those Big Chill appliances I’d seen on social media.

“I believe he said it was vintage.”

“Oh.”

He looked chagrined. “If I made a mistake accepting this, it is possible to have the flooring and units replaced.”

He straightened up, stepping back as he finished. “There.”

“I’m ready when you are,” the pilot called out from his own seat. “We have clearance to take off.”

He hurriedly took the seat next to me, his nimble fingers making quick work of his own harness. My core clenched thinking of how he’d use those to pluck pleasure from me later.

“Ready,” he called out, and there was a slight bump.

“Air cushion disengaged,” the pilot said, obviously for my benefit, which I was truly grateful for. ”And we have lift off. Would you like an outside view?”

“Yes!” I replied excitedly, and the walls around us shimmered and became transparent, except for the lockers. My jaw dropped as I swiveled my head, the panoramic view of the city shrinking down below us. Then we were in the clouds, zipping along.

“Beginning vertical ascent,” the pilot informed us. “Do not be alarmed at the flames.”

I swallowed. I knew that was a thing, as film footage of human spacecraft from time immemorial showed the friction flames. I only had a moment to think about this, though, as the next thing I knew, fire danced along the hull for several moments, only to disappear as we broke free of the atmosphere. So many stars! I stared, open mouthed, twisting in my seat to see the rapidly shrinking planet behind us.

“Slowing down now. The view will stay the same until we’re close enough to give you a visual of the Fleet.”