Page 56 of Melt With You

‘Hey,’ he said, ‘you’re not supposed to influence the indigenous culture.’

‘How am I influencing you?’

‘Well, your mouth is hard to resist.’

She laughed, but then returned to her work, kissing and licking the tip of his cock before doing her best to swallow him down her throat. She wanted him to feel her lips meet the skin of his belly, but she wasn’t sure this trick was possible. Rowan was too big for such a move. So she used one hand in a fist around his shaft and paid careful attention to the way her tongue swirled in a circle around the head.

They were silent then, busy, consuming one another. Dori felt that for the first time in weeks, she didn’t have to think about anything. Didn’t have to worry.

She could just be.

Rowan was the one to admire her next. He hadn’t really seen her. That’s what he said. He’d been inside of her. He’d watched her fucking people, enough people to last him a lifetime, thank you very much. But he hadn’t had the time to admire her.

When he spun her around and found the tattoo, she heard him draw in his breath.

‘When’d you get this?’

She thought for a moment. ‘Thursday.’

‘Rocky Horror,’ he said in awe. ‘It meant as much to you?’

She nodded, then turned to look at him. ‘I never had so much fun again. I mean, you try to have fun when you’re a grown-up, but you just have fun when you’re a kid. There’s something different.’

‘I don’t know if that’s right,’ Rowan said. ‘I think you can still have it. If you know where to look. If you know what to do. The problem is that people get bogged down. They become the adults we all made fun of when we were kids.’

Dori thought about Chelsea and Dameron falling into her bedroom window. Thought about the way she and Van had been fucking everywhere: the stockroom, his truck, the Rave …

Was Rowan right?

God, she hoped so.

Chapter Twenty-Five

‘Explain the Prime Directive one more time.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I want to understand.’

‘You never were a big Trekkie fan, were you?’

‘I was way more into M*A*S*H.’ Rowan didn’t say anything, so Dori continued. ‘I thought Alan Alda was hot.’

This got no response from Rowan. He was gazing off into the corner of the room, as if he could see words printed on the wall there. ‘It’s all about the right of each species to live in accordance with its normal cultural evolution.’

‘You’ve lost me,’ she said. When she looked where he was staring, all she saw was wall.

‘Star Fleet personnel aren’t allowed to interfere with the development of alien life and culture.’

‘But we’re not dealing with aliens. We’re dealing with people in the 80s.’

‘Well, it’s not just about aliens,’ Rowan said matter-of-factly.

‘And what do you mean, interfere?’

‘On Star Trek, interference means a lot of different things. Like the introduction of superior knowledge to a world whose society can’t handle such advantages.’

‘What? Like X-Pods? Or Wifi devices?’

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