Killer Desire

Your touch is alien, (My Love is Extraterrestrial)

In the next days she prepares herself mentally and bodily to endure whatever adventure the ordinal is machinating. She uses the necklace he gave very close to her heart, probably thinking that the pulse the thing emits is his heart beat, telling to her that in whatever place he is the man is still alive in well. She'll have to talk to him late to know if her thoughts are right or wrong.

During the following days her routine at day and night remained the same as before, making her imagine would it would be when she is at his ship in full time in his presence. Some nights she would dream of it and others her nightmare plagued with the most horrible outcomes.

In her dreams she dreamed of him showing the exotic places he knew that existed and another ones they would discover. In others she would awake with her undergarments wet, her fingers had to finish the deed that her imaginative mind would conjure up as he was bringing them both to their completion.

So for that she'd a plan and a nice lingerie store on her mind. Probably like that it'll reduce his want to have her inside on his ship, after all he seems to be the type that doesn't like dominant women and prefer to be the dominant one.

In one moment, as she walks to the office, she crosses paths with that you and innocent looking back office boy which works in the next department. He's taller than she thought, his long braid swishing behind him, using clothes that are customary of his culture, he'd a sharp nose but despite his high cheekbones he's face has still a roundness that only youngers has, the baby blue eyes under define eyebrows, the blue highlight is a pinch of color on the mass of black that his hair is. He looks innocent, too innocent. But his scent is very familiar.

Impossible. It can't be him. This younger man is completely different, he's friendly, helps everyone and from what people had said, is a humble fellow, far different from the ordinal traits. She decides to let it slide, maybe the promise of being near the man so close is making her see things.

As the days passes they exchanges messages, sometimes they would make video calls. Sometimes the chat would be innocent and other times would become dirty, mostly starting with him. When things got to forward she would end the call. Oh no, he'll not get the satisfaction in seeing that he can rile her up so easily.

As deadline day approaches he says his plan: He would visit the planet and ask about her managers, then say to them that she has the skills for his investigation. It would give the perfect support so she doesn't lose her home and job on this planet. He would say that she would put her house in sale, since she'll be living with him for far longer. She would snort at these words, saying that he has very positive thoughts.

The eventful day arrives and with that Kayn's plan put on action. Her manager arrives in a hurry, saying that the high ordinal Shieda Kayn is here, requesting her presence for a highly important investigation. Her manager leads her to the conference room, two of his soldiers stationary on the door. As she enter inside, at one corner she sees a woman dressed impeccably on her black, red and blue uniform, at the center of the room there is Kayn himself, his immaculate black uniform, in one hand he holds the scythe, the golden limb behind his back.

When the door is closed he turns around, his face a mask of impassivity. The golden eye patch glittering on the light, his eye enhancement glowing on his right eye, his black, red and the golden details of his uniform so like him, she prefers much more him like this than that white outfit he used weeks ago.

- "Misses (L/N) (Y/N), I'm ordinal Kayn and this is the captain of my ship, Captain Vassur." – The woman looks at the other female in the room and nods at her in greeting as she nods back. – "And we're here because we believe your skills at the Ora mining would be useful to our investigation." – With his hand he asks her to sit on the chair where some papers are at the front of it, above the table.