Page 161 of Seven Oars
Phex went in, followed closely by Tutti, leaving Rosamma by the door.
She loitered there for some time, her thoughts in disarray. Things were changing, and everything felt weird. Rather, weird-er. Who was who, what was going on, where it would all end—she was less certain than ever. The dynamics were shifting.
Eventually, she walked back.
The Habitat was silent today.
She wondered if Anske was there with Galan. Their fallout didn’t sit well with Rosamma, even if she found Anske annoying. The poor woman had even stopped coming to the Cargo Hold for food, and they all knew meals and their rituals were important to Anske.
Rosamma poked her head inside the Habitat, looking to make amends.
Anske wasn’t there.
But Fawn was.
She was straddling Thilza’s lap, her back to his chest, grinding and moaning. Her face and upper body were blocked from Rosamma’s view by Xorris, who stood with his crotch pressed against Fawn’s face. His back was turned to the door, so Rosamma couldn’t see what exactly was going on there—thankfully. But visible in between Xorris’widely planted legs was Fawn’s blond bush as she worked her hips against Thilza’s. And if Rosamma lookedreallyclosely, she could catch a glimpse of Thilza’s member when the bush slid up with Fawn’s enthusiastic pumping.
Thilza smiled at Rosamma, unrepentant.
She stumbled backward into the passageway. Pressing her palms to her flaming face, she edged clumsily away from the Habitat.
That place was wicked.
Her heartbeat was awkward, unsettled. The sucking sound of the wet glide stayed with her. In and out.
She ran smack into the Striker.
“Fincros!” she squeaked.
The sound was so out of character for her that he arched his scarred brow.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was looking for Anske,” she said, breathless.
He made a low noise deep in his throat.“Why is your face pink?”
“Um… I don’t know.”
He cocked his head.“Your neck’s pink, too.”
She cursed her fair skin, flaming hotter under his gaze.
“It’s deepening,” he observed.“Why are you changing colors?”He sounded genuinely curious.
“It’s a human thing. It’ll pass in a moment,”she said in a rush, but couldn’t stop herself from glancing toward the Habitat.
He took a step in that direction.
She grabbed a handful of his defender shirt.“No, let’s just talk here.”
“What’s going on?” Now he sounded suspicious.
Fawn supplied an answer with a deep, satisfied moan, an unmistakable sign of female completion.
Fincros relaxed and smirked.
“It’s indecent,” Rosamma muttered.
