Love, Against All Odds

III - Chapter 10

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Becca finished putting her things away in the messenger satchel, then grabbed her leather jacket. She swung it on and looked over at Kal, who was coming out of the washroom. She admired her lover, who wore her usual black pants and frayed shirt. Every article of clothing was simple when it came to the Kalmar. On rare occasions they dressed up for special events, which Becca hadn't witnessed yet.

'Do you have all the supplies you need for the trip?' Kal asked, walking over to claim her coat from the hook on the wall between the bedroom and sitting room.

'Ja. We have plenty, enough for a nored.' Becca had requested food for two nineths, but Kal doubled the supplies. It didn't surprise her, considering most Kalmar's nature to be over prepared for things. 'Tah by the way.' She hooked the messenger bag across her chest, then neared her lover. 'Raine and I are going to practice more with the ship.' She watched Kal pull the belt around, about to buckle it, but Becca grabbed it. She hesitated, unsure why it felt natural to her, but she cleared her throat and started to buckle it herself.

Kal didn't stop her and instead lowered her hands to her side. 'Then you will be ready for my warriors.'

'Ja.' Becca played with the belt after buckling it and looped it through once like the old knights did with their sword sheaths. Kal never wore it that way but didn't argue with Becca's decision to do something different. Peering up, she asked, 'Did you give any of your soldiers secret commands that I should know about?'

'They would no longer be a secret if I tell you,' Kal replied, lifting an eyebrow.

Becca grumbled and folded her arms. 'I guess I'll just have to trust they won't start a mutiny on the ship.'

'They cannot fly or navigate the ship,' Kal said.

Becca hummed at the truth and understood that the soldiers' lives were her responsibility. She nodded once, then shifted to another topic. 'Will I see you before I take off?'

'Ja. I will see you off,' Kal promised.

Nodding twice, Becca almost backed away until Kal leaned down and kissed her first. Startled by the affection, she froze for a tick, then returned Kal's tender kiss. She tangled her fingers in jet black hair and moaned when their tongues brushed together. It had been since the cabin that they shared a kiss, and its intensity drew her into Kal's body.

The first kiss they had ever shared had been immature and clumsy but still special to Becca. Now, Becca found the kisses alluring on every level, and she hated breaking them. She was nearly sure that Kal took another piece of her with each one. Gasping for air at the end, she clutched Kal's biceps and lowered her forehead against Kal's breasts.

'You must be strong on this mission,' Kal whispered, bent over Becca. 'Victor will attempt to goad you.'

'I know.' Becca swallowed and curled her fingers into Kal's jacket. They couldn't stay this close much longer before their scents smeared onto each other's clothes. 'I won't let him get to me. I'm better than him.'