"Our nights last a while but we have two suns. I am unaware of the correlation between the length of our days." He rubbed my back. "It is night. But you have missed a rotation of our suns."
Chewing on the dried plant, I coughed. "I missed a whole day? Two suns? How does that work? Can you see them at once? How many hours are your days and nights? Wait. I guess that wouldn’t matter if your hours are different, too. Do you go by hours?" I started to get up again to find a window but winced. "Damnit!"
He pulled me back to bed and forced me to lay down. "Shhh… No need for all that. You can see them both at the same time. Yes. You can see them soon enough. You need to rest. And while we use hours and minutes, I am unsure how close they are to yours."
I huffed. "But I want to see! I mean, that's really cool. And why are you so concerned about me?" His hand was on my stomach, rubbing small slow circles.
"It’s night, so you cannot see the suns." He examined me. “How badly are you hurt?”
I massaged my abdomen. "I am sure it’s probably just some bruising. But what of it? Don't you just discard your toys after they're used up?" I was teasing him and tried to sound playful, but a part of me was actually worried he would be done with me since I broke so easily... or so it felt.
A frown formed on his lips. "You want to be my doll? My toy?"
I winced again. "No. If I were to be anything with you, a toy or a doll would not be what I want." I pushed his hand over to my leg, relieving myself from any pressure on my stomach.
"What would you wish to be?" He left his hand where I put it but watched my reaction closely.
Keeping my hand on his, I slid my fingers between his. "What do I want? I'm still getting to know you and this world. And I still have my life back on Earth. But..." I kissed his shoulder. "If I were to choose to stay, I'd want more... a lot more. I know I’m worth it." I tried on a bit of cockiness.
"Are you? Do you want a crown?" He let his finger glide over the soft flesh of my thigh.
"Mmmm... I am." I pressed into him, holding his hand to me. "A crown? I don't know. Never even considered that. But I don't share and would never want to be shared. I take care of my man and would want to be taken care of and protected. A mutual respect. And not considered ownership in either direction. Just dedication."
"Don't think my kind would respect you unless you turned." His free hand swiped my hair away from my neck. "I do however respect you. You seem to command it, and I like that about you."
"I settle for nothing less." My hips moved in response to him being so close. "Slow," I whispered, the need growing low in my belly. "Your kind? Well, I suppose they will accept what is deserving of being accepted." I gripped his thigh, bracing myself.
He kissed my shoulder and pulled away slightly. His eyes revealed that he wanted me badly, but he was holding back. "I could offer you my blood to heal you if you wanted."
I pulled his arm around me, almost relieved that we didn’t go down that path again so soon. I did want him, but I was also more than sore. He wasn’t wrong to worry. Our vigorous activities had injured something, even if I wanted to ignore it. "That's tempting, but what else would your blood do to me?"
"Could make you feel high, sexually turned on—more than you already are.” He smirked. “Or hungry, without pain, heal quickly. It might leave you with a hangover feeling." The sheet slipped off of me. I shivered and he pulled it back up.
"All that sounded good until the hangover." I pressed my lips to his arm. "Tempting. That's for certain."
He pulled me to face him and kissed me heavily. “Is that right?"
My arms slipped around him, pressing myself into him fully. I spoke with my lips barely touching his. "You know full well you're extremely tempting. Everything about you. But do you have good judgment? I am in your hands... figuratively and physically. You tell me." I slid his hand to my hip. "Should I have some of your blood and heal? Is it worth the risks?"
"If you die with it in you, you will be like me. So, the question is if you trust me." He moved to press his lips firmly to mine.
"No." I replied bluntly, moving back but only far enough to break the connection. But then the smirk returned to my lips, and I kissed him in return. "But I want to. So, I'll leave this up to you." Sitting up, I let my lips part and my tongue emerge as if waiting for communion.
He bit his lower lip hard enough for blood to flow, touching the drop with the tip of his finger and pressing it to my tongue. I pulled it in my mouth and swallowed, sucking ever so slightly on his finger, enough to garnish a groan from him. A slight sensation of energy shot through me, caressing my nerves. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of him rushing through my veins. I could
