“Nope. They already had me in the spotlight once today... and they are standing right behind me. Aren’t they?”
Alya grinned. “Yeah, they are smiling at your back through the glass. Why does Ryma like you when you aren’t into girls?”
“It is the contact she is after, not the specifics. They are missing touch, and sex is the socially acceptable means of touch for adults.” She finished her coffee and slowly turned around. The team was standing and grinning at her. Torun beckoned for her to come outside, and the patrons of the coffee shop were all abuzz with the presence of the three beings outside the shop.
Zera sighed and grabbed her bag, stalking to the door and coming around to meet the trio. “What? What is it now? Foreplay in the car park?”
Ryma bit the tip of her index finger. “I think that’s a great idea. That dress looks good on you.”
“Sit. Stay. Beg.” She glared at the team member.
Ryma moved toward her and stroked her hip and pulled her in tight. “Please. Please, oh please, oh please.”
Ryma sniffed her neck and shoulder. “You smell amazing today.”
“Um. Okay, this is unusual behaviour for you, Ryma.” She ran her fingers through her companion’s hair and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
Ryma kissed her slowly, murmuring, “But you smell so good.”
Zera kissed her for a minute until she leaned back. “Do you have something you wanted to say?”
“Oh, yeah, Torun had a thought. He thought you might become more of a target if we were seen with you. So, we are doing that now.” Ryma cuddled close. “You just smell so good.”
Tycho pulled Ryma away, and he lifted Zera against him. “I second the assessment of your scent. You smell amazing.”
She held him as he nibbled and gnawed at her neck. When he actually bit her, she shuddered and felt one of her feet lifting slightly as she hung in his grip. He set her down, and he looked a little drunk. “You taste better than you smell, but let me confirm, lift your skirt.”
“No. Be a good boy, say goodbye, and be on your way.”
He grinned. “I am rarely a good boy.”
“Ah, no, you are a very good boy.” She pressed a hand to his chest and kissed him, tasting her blood in his mouth.
She was pulled away from Tycho, and Torun looped his hands around her hips, pulling her squarely against him. He leaned into her and inhaled. “They are right; you smell better than you did at the meeting. You smell like sex and sunshine.”
She shivered as his lips grazed her ear.
He splayed his hands over her hips, and he chuckled. “Naughty girl, you aren’t wearing panties.”
“Everything was a little hot and swollen. The thought of anything touching me made me intensely uncomfortable. In this dress, no one would notice.”
“I have noticed.”
“Yes, but most folks don’t have your vision.”
“No, I noticed the way you walked. When you aren’t wearing anything, you move with your thighs together. Afraid your honey will run down your thigh?”
“Something like that, also sudden drafts are surprising.”
He chuckled. “So, what would you do if I lifted you up and took you here with fifty people watching?”
“Well, as I work around here, I would have to ban you from Blind Date for making me unable to work at my chosen job.” She stroked his cheeks. “Do you think my scent could be caused by my other issue?”
He shook his head slowly. “No, this is all you.”
“So, when you take your hands off my ass, you are going to leave?”
He nodded. “We have meetings in the capitol that we can’t delay on. So, since they are all staring, shall we make it one for the ages?”
She looked at him and said, “This is going to be your way?”
He nodded and smiled. “It is.”
“Here in front of everybody?”
He grinned. “They need to see that we are individuals with needs.” He slid one hand up her hip and glided it up her back until his hand cupped the back of her skull, and he slowly made a fist in her hair, pulling her head back until she was helpless. His whisper was soft. “Is this how you want it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I thought so.” His kiss melted her, and she was suspended by his hand in her hair as he kissed her. Her back was arched, and her body hung from his grip. When he had made his point, he slowly returned her to her feet and stroked her hair smooth with his fingers. “I will be in touch.”
She staggered. “Fine, but if I get fired for this, you are off the client list.”
“You won’t be. Our charter has been made clear to the administration. They are going to offer you autonomy to recruit within the program for qualified candidates.”
She stroked the front of his suit. “I am going to have to look for a manager. I really hate that side of things. I think I was just having coffee with a candidate for it. Why did you guys really come out here?”
“If I exposed you earlier, it is time for us to show why you are so very needed and respected.” He stroked her cheek and neck. “This will all even out.”
“I hope so because, right now, I feel like I am trapped in a blender.”
He smiled. “It isn’t nice to threaten me with denial of services.”
“It isn’t nice that you slid your hand into my dress and haven’t even noticed.”
“Who says I didn’t notice?” He thumbed her nipple.
She sighed. “Just go. I have to salvage what is left of my reputation.”
He kissed her softly and lifted her against him.
Out of reflex, she pulled her knees up to either side of his hips. He smiled against her lips, and she curled against him until she pulled away with a sigh. “Well, that blew up in my face.”
“No, but there is a limit to the things I will do with
