Turned out that other parts of him were aching. I giggle to myself.
Once the kitchen is clean, I head to the bedroom. I change into a nightgown and snuggle into my narrow bed, thinking about Rektar and touching him again. I think about what it'll be like to be mated to him. It'll involve a lot of cooking, but I'm fine with that. He's quiet, too, but I hope he opens up more over time. Tonight I learned a lot about him, and I want to keep learning about him.
The endless days on Risda III are suddenly full of promise.
The next morning, I wake up early and make a huge breakfast, human-style. Rektar didn't seem to mind my cooking, so I make a lovely quiche full of local substitutes for human vegetables. The quiche itself is the size of a damn platter, but knowing Rektar's appetite, I think it'll be just enough. After all, I made a ton of food last night and there were no leftovers. If I marry the guy, I'm going to have to get a few of the avians that are the Risda equivalent of chickens and double my grocery supplies.
I smile to myself at the thought, because after last night, I'm hoping a relationship with Rektar is back on the table. It's clear he likes me. The man was using my panties to jerk off. And he let me touch him, and the look on his face definitely wasn't disgust.
So yeah, things aren't great right now, but at least that situation is looking up.
I see Rektar heading out of the barn, his clothing perfect and buttoned all the way up, every short hair in place atop his head. He doesn't look as if he slept in a barn last night, nor does he look like the man who had his pants around his knees while I jerked him off. He looks so very composed that for a moment I wonder if I imagined it all. But then he glances toward my house, and this color is high and he's rubbing his ear.
Nope, it happened.
Fighting back the squeal of glee rising in my throat, I race to my room and splash some perfume on my pulse points. My old master told me that all humans smelled bad, so I'm careful to try and disguise my smell at all times. I don't want Rektar finding me unappealing.
He knocks on my door and I smooth a hand over my hair, trying to compose myself. I'm wearing a flowing dress today, cinched under the breasts to give my figure the ultimate oomph, and the neck is cut extra low. It's something I don't dare wear into town, but it's perfect for this situation. With a smile on my face, I answer the door. "Good morning."
Rektar's gaze immediately drops to my cleavage. I'm not surprised; it is pretty magnificent this morning. He flushes deeper and his tail lashes back and forth. "I need to go into town." His words are abrupt. "As soon as possible."
That…wasn't the response I wanted to hear. "Good morning to you, too," I say lightly, and turn away from the door, heading to the kitchen. "You can come eat first. Then I'll take you into town."
It's silent, and for a depressing moment, I worry that I'm going to turn around and see him hovering on my porch, unwilling to come inside. That we're back to square one despite last night. I pull the quiche out of the warmer, determined not to show my disappointment, but when I turn around, Rektar is seated at the table.
Relief—and pleasure—blossoms through me again. I set down the quiche with a flourish, smiling. "Eat up."
"You don't have to keep feeding me," he says, his gaze averted. "My ration bars are sufficient."
"Sufficient isn't the same as enjoyable," I counter, and when he stares at the quiche but doesn't pick up the spoon, I reach over the table and dish out a portion for him. Again, his gaze strays to my cleavage, staring for a long moment before glancing away again. The man is impossible to read sometimes, but I hope that's a good sign. "If you're stationed on a farm planet and you can't eat good, farm-fresh food, then what's the point?"
I set the plate in front of him. He digs in without another word of protest and then closes his eyes as he takes a bite. He swallows and then looks over at me. "You made this for me?" When I nod, he looks away again, staring at his plate. "I am honored."
"It's just breakfast," I say, but the way he's acting is strange. It's like he doesn't want to look at me. Maybe…the cleavage is too much? I take a few bites of food myself, but I'm confused. I thought after last night he'd be less shy, but this morning he seems more so. Is that why he has to go back into town so quickly? Does he regret what happened?