Last Holiday on Terra

34

We let Cee hash out the situation with Allie...they had much to discuss. Although if truths be told, I could imagine them not speaking a word to the other...it's plain to see that neither one is happy with their situation and Cee is free to marry. Allie never was married so she is free to marry as well.

As for my own love-life, it was difficult to keep my hands and tentacles off of my intended. She was insistent tho..."you're healing Rowan. And Drogo told me that it would be unwise to attempt relations until you're fully healed! You can't even take a shower yet!"

"Yes dear," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"So Cee wants to go home unannounced?"

"That's what he said, yes."

"Hey! We could plan a wedding—maybe two? Ooo yes! A double wedding! Let's do it!"

"I really don't think they want to Kia," I told her.

"You know what? I'm going to look in the ship's store to see what's in fashion now, because I have absolutely no idea! Wanna come?"

"Isn't that bad luck or something?"

"Like our luck could get any worse!"

I smiled at her from across the room as I reclined on the large bed. Then I patted the mattress next to me. "It can always get worse my love."

"Jeez! Don't jinx it!"

Still, she remained in the doorway.

"Afraid that I may take advantage of you?"

Her face became solemn and she shook her head. "No. You wouldn't do that." She slowly approached my bedside and finally sat by my side. "But I might," she whispered as her hand covered mine.

"Oh, please do—"

She giggled. "Gimmie some of that pillow—I'll lay here with you until you fall asleep. Or until I do, in which case, don't wake me—"

"Yes ma'am," I whispered, my tentacles making way to receive her.

We lay there for hours until I heard the door chime. Apparently it had been ringing for a few moments and then the doors whooshed open...whoever it was had a security code. Finally, Allie stood in the doorway.

"Am I interrupting anything?

I shook my head and whispered, "no."

She snapped her fingers and clicked her tongue. "Damn!"

"So you're finished hashing out your look then?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

"It suits you."

"Yeah, I guess?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she replied, still whispering.

"Bullshit."

The tone of my voice roused Kia and I whispered to her that she go back to sleep.

"So what is it then? Come on, let's have it—spit it out. For fucks sake Allie—tell Chesna that's what you want—"

She reached over and pulled a few tendrils from Kia's face and we watched them slither around her wrist holding Allie's hand to her face. "She worked so hard to perfect the look. I don't want to hurt her feelings."

I nodded. "Ohhh. Well. How do you think she's going to feel when she learns that you want to be an Abraxan woman?"

"I don't know."

"You do so know."

Kia rolled over to face me and I could feel her warm breath on the skin of my neck, then she snuggled closer and I could feel her breath catch...she was awake and listening.

"I dunno Ro. The look is cool and I'll get used to it."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

I announced that I needed to get more sleep and that she should talk to Chesna while we were still docked.

She bid me good night and left us to our slumber.

Hours later, I had awakened alone in my bed and I felt almost abandoned. I carefully rolled out of the bed and swung my legs over and noted a light on in the main room of my quarters and I headed for the bathroom.

I saw her standing at the food replicator, staring at the screen and flipping through the menu.

"Nothing Terran," I said, startling her so badly that she stomped her foot down, spun on said foot and cussed me out for scaring her. I couldn't help but laugh, only because I remembered what it felt like when people would do that to us on Terra.

"You're mean," she pouted.

"No I'm not. And you love me," I cooed.

"Yeah yeah. I'm hungry. What's good?"

I approached her. "Well, depends. Do you want something light or a big meal?"

"I dunno—I'm just hungry. Allie ate most of the lunch—"

"Like how much?"

"I got a few bites in—"

"Oh good lord. Step aside you. Computer, two servings of Angel hair kelp with clam sauce. Umm, Terran shrimp cocktail and—something for desert—hmm."

"Chocolate cake?" She grinned.

"Oh yeah, right! Now who's mean?"

She giggled and took the plates to the table while I ordered two glasses of Abraxan white wine.