Page 21 of Saving Lauren

“Can you put them over there, please?”

I put the crates away before I walk up behind her and kiss her neck.

“What are you making?” I ask her, looking over her shoulder, while my hands caress her hips. Touching her feels like second nature now, she is more confident and there has been a lot of kissing. I gently nuzzle her neck and breathe in her scent. She puts the knife down and gently rests her head against my chest for a moment closing her eyes, enjoying our closeness as much as I do.

“I am trying to make noodles with spicy roots," she says. “Instead of keeping the noodles in a sort of soup, I have cooked them so that they are now soft, and I spiced up the roots before baking them a bit. I think they are really good," she takes a small piece of root and hands it to me. Before I can think better of it, I eat it out of her hand. Our eyes lock and I feel myself getting hard, a very familiar occurrence around her these days. I lick her thumb and she moans.

I put my arms around her, my tail sneaks up on her lower leg.

“Can I…” I start asking her for her consent, but she interrupts me.

“Yes, please,” she sighs, turning around, locking her arms around my neck. She goes up onto her toes and pulls my head down so our mouths can meet.

The moment our lips touch, my cock jumps into action, my tail’s hold on her leg tightens and I moan with the way she makes me feel. I push her lips open with mine and thrust my tongue into her mouth, like I would if I would lick her cunt. I break us apart and lift her onto her Kit-Sjen, she yelps but I put my mouth on her again.

The kiss goes on, her hand is fisting my braid, I pull her body close to me, not wanting any distance between us. We break apart panting, desire in her eyes. My hand is on her hips and as I stare into her eyes it creeps up, under her shirt, across her stomach. She gasps, then lets out the cutest moan, encouraging me to keep exploring her body. Her skin is soft, and she feels as fragile as she looks. My enormous hand spanning half her waist.

When I get to her breast I pause, I want to open my mouth to ask her if she is okay, but she kisses me fiercely, setting my mind at ease. My hand engulfs her breast and she moans. We kiss, while I caress her breast. It’s tiny in my hands, but it feels so good. Her nipple is hard and when I flip it with my thumb she arches into me.

Just when I am about to spill myself in my trousers like a youngster, I hear someone clear their throat.

“Are we interrupting something?”

Lauren

I tear myself away from D’Var, both embarrassed and grateful for being caught. My lips are swollen and sensitive, I liked what he did to me, way too much. This could have gotten way more out of hand. My cheeks darken with a terrible blush again, but D’Var just grins and gives my lips one last little kiss. Only then he releases me and steps back, his tail now relaxed at his side. He unapologetically adjusts himself and I blush even more.

T’Rak just raises a brow, when he shrugs O’Rec laughs. He walks up to us and clasps D’Var at his shoulders.

“Seems things are going great with your mate, congratulations friend.”

I laugh and shake my head at the absurdity of the situation. Then I remember I am sitting atop my workstation, which is not the most hygienic thing in the world. I quickly hop off. I consider myself lucky the knife didn’t cut my butt, and decide I’ll put the crushed roots in my own dish.

“You can go sit at the table,” I say, turning to finish the bowls with our dinner.

“Table?” I hear O’Rec ask D’Var. “She does know these are just big and small crates, right?”

D’Var laughs. “Of course, my friend, but you would hardly know which crate to use if we call all the crates, crates, am I not right?” I smile as their banter continues while they take a seat. T’Rak is silent, like always, but I can imagine he is just not the most talkative person.

I serve the bowls of noodles, three big ones and one smaller one. While T’Rak eyes them suspiciously, O’Rec gently prods at the roots with a utensil and D’Var dives in with gusto. He takes a really big bite, and when he swallows it, he sighs with pleasure.

“It is really good, L’Ren!” he says and he continues shoving down his food, like he always does. T’Rak and O’Rec start eating now as well and I am pleased they like it. I start eating myself and yes, it is not perfect, but it does taste good. We eat in silence.

O’Rec and D’var finish their bowls in no time and immediately ask for seconds. I quickly fill their bowls up again, beaming with pride.

T’Rak eats a whole lot slower and just grunts a “Thank you for dinner” when he is done. He gets some water, then walks back to his working station. D’Var gives my leg a quick squeeze.

“T’Rak is always like that. He was never a talker before the destruction, but after, even less. You did very well, my mate, I am very proud of you.” I beam at him. He knows exactly what to say to me. It feels strange that after a week, I feel like I have always known him and I am starting to really see a future with him on this ship.

We talk with O’Rec some more; he shares lots of funny stories about them in their early days as young Warriors. I learn that T’Rak, O’Rec and D’Var have been a crew ever since they completed the trials. O’Rec and D’Var met when they started the trials, they met T’Rak after. He is a bit older, and he was with another crew before they got together. He showed such great potential to be a captain that their Chief gave him his own crew.

I soak up all the stories. I love learning more about D’Var and his friends, about how their bond formed. They tell me a bit about their telepathy.

“When a crew forms, they are chosen by their captain," D’Var begins as O’Rec nods. “We think T’Rak choose us, because we were already starting to form a bond. O’Rec saved my skin many a time during trials.”

“And D”Var mine,” O’Rec interjects and they laugh.

“When a crew starts flying together, they get reconnaissance missions first to see if a bond will form. If a bond does not form within a year, Command will see if there is an opportunity to change the crew, if they wish so. Some crew fly together for years upon years without ever forming a bond.”

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