Chapter 25 #2
The thought of that successfully knocked him out of his obsessive nitpicking.
All the prep work in the world could still go up in smoke.
It had happened before, time and time again.
He just had to be ready to adapt. Ruminating on failure had built up his appetite, though, and he was eager for an excuse to check in on Fia.
Davik knocked on the bulkhead to the cargo bay as he greeted the two Icthians. They were chattering between themselves in Teelish, and both of them peered up from their datapads to give him a brief smile when he caught their attention.
Hers was especially bright. Those soft lips curled in a grin drove away whatever lingering, repeated mantra of failure he had been clinging to.
“Sorry to interrupt. But I’m making dinner. You two want anything?” he asked.
Fia nodded enthusiastically, but Theos made a little shooing motion with his massive webbed hand.
“Nah, I’m about to turn in. I think we’ve made enough progress to call it quits for tonight.
” The bear-framed man stretched up from his chair and pulled Fia into a little side-hug, murmuring something low and lyrical.
“Eat hearty, both of you. Tomorrow is a big day,” Theos said, his words blending into a yawn.
Their ingredient options were sparse, but Davik had made magic happen with less before. Dried mushrooms, noodles, spices, and bouillon were things they always had available. So, he happily bounced between cabinets and the cooktop while he taught Fia his cooking credo: when in doubt, soup it out.
She was not as skilled with a knife as she was with her vertiblade, but it was hard to feel anything negative about a kitchen assistant who would sneak kisses and occasionally grab his ass mid-stir.
Plus, he liked having an excuse to use something she had gifted him. And the way her eyes would light up every time he had her taste-test the food as it came together? Bliss.
He could do without the looming threat of felony charges and high treason, but this felt right.
Even after dinner, when he was cleaning the dishes and listening to her hum to herself as she looked over her datapad, it struck him as a precious, brief glimmer of normalcy.
It fit into a gap in his life he didn’t know he had.
“Davik?” he heard her murmur before her arms snaked around his waist, her lips brushing along the nape of his neck. “Come to bed?”
The mattress in his quarters was thin, but she made a fantastic pillow.
They flicked through the screen on his wall, peering through the images stored in his personal data bank as he reclined back against her chest. He was in heaven, her head resting on his shoulder and her arms and legs draped around him from behind.
“You do not have any pictures from when you were living on that station with your parents?” Fia asked, sounding forlorn.
“Nah, they’re probably stuck in a storage unit or a cold data bank somewhere. I’ll ask Marius if he has any when—” He paused and chuckled. “Shit, well, if I don’t get locked up tomorrow, I’ll ask when we bail him out.”
She nestled into the crook of his neck. “I wish you were not drawn into all of this.”
The brush of her breath across his skin was warm enough to feel even through the dulling effect of his augmentations.
“Ah, just seems fair. I dragged you out of a perfectly good nap all those months ago.”
He could feel her smile before he heard the light laugh that accompanied it.
“Hmm, this is true. But if we are playing a fun game of equivalence, you also cook for me. You build tools and trinkets for me. And, you rescued me from destroying my nervous system on an encryption spike.”
He felt her fingers sliding from his shoulders to his chest, tracing a line across the thin fabric of his shirt that brought him from a lulled comfort to immediate, throbbing attention.
“So we are even. Though I do like the idea of tipping the scales.”
Her words carried an amused murmur as she slid her hands lower along his torso, making his pulse rocket.
“Oh,” she breathed. “I can feel your heart racing.”
“Fi,” he gasped, his fingers gripping the thick thighs she had him nestled between. He heard her own excited groan in response to his touch, and the sound of her reaction sent another wave of pulsing need through his body that met firmly between his legs.
“Tell me, Davik.” Her voice was low, soft, and sinking so sweetly into every neuron of his mind that he could barely parse what she was saying. “What do you want?”
To lick her. To touch her. To know every inch of her.
To fill every need of hers he could find, to fill every dark, warm, slick spot of bliss she would welcome him in.
To devour her. To be wrapped up in her, around her, with her, beneath, above, beside, between.
Everything. He wanted everything. He would give her everything.
“I need you.”
Her response was a shuddering trill of words he couldn’t understand, and the delicious sensation of her hand sinking lower until her fingertips slipped under his waistband.
She made some insistent, carnal noises against his jaw and urged his shorts down, and he obliged, taking his hands off her thighs to shed his clothes with a swiftness he didn’t know he was capable of.
Her other hand was already tugging at his shirt, and he quickly flung it into a corner of his room with speed rather than grace.
He turned his head back to meet her lips as she continued to explore his body, and he groaned as her tongue traced along his.
Every inch of his skin was prickling with excitement and sweat, and he could almost see in his mind’s eye the path that her fingers were sketching as she swept her claws along the plane of his exposed chest, down his stomach, until—
“Fuck…” he grunted against her kiss, his hips bucking as her touch slid to his thighs. So close, but so far from his throbbing, desperate cock. He needed something, anything, to sink into. To grind against.
He dropped one hand onto the bed to grip the sheets. But she ignored his obvious need, continuing to trace her hands along the slope from his hips towards where he needed her to touch the most.
“Hmm. That was an ambiguous statement, ilsuir’a. Try again. Be specific. What do you want?”
“God, just— Touch me, use me, I’ve been going insane. Fia, I’ll do anything, just let me—”
The heat that ripped through his body as her fingers found purchase on his cock was so profound that he thought his entire world had gone bright orange. His vision was warped, shimmering, and engulfed in flames.
Her touch crackled with that sinful tingle of electricity she had danced across his skin before, and it made his toes curl and his breath hitch. Every shuddering cell of his body screamed with need for her. He broke from the kiss to groan her name again, raising his hips to meet her grip.
She was stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace.
He could count the seven heartbeats that pulsed in his chest, and in her hand, before her fingers crested to the tip and back down again.
He wanted to kiss her, to taste her again, to pull her on top of him.
To plunge himself, already leaking and twitching, into her core.
To savor her warmth as he gave himself to her.
This had grown far beyond want. This was pure and unfettered need.
“Davik…” she breathed, her strokes picking up ever so slightly in pace.
The slick she was milking from his cock had already coated every inch.
The sound of the tingling electricity mingled with the noise of her strokes to create a messy, wet, indulgent symphony.
He couldn’t restrain his urge to thrust into her magical, delicious touch again and again and again.
“You are so perfect, it is like you were made for me to toy with,” her voice trilled in his ear. “I wonder how much further you can be pushed until you break…”
He couldn’t even see her, but her voice alone sent a rumbling shudder down his spine.
His eyes rolled back until his world was nothing but darkness.
Darkness, and her voice, and wet, slick strokes filled with pulsating electrical currents that lit his nerves on fire.
He wanted to know what that voice sounded like while his tongue was buried between her legs, to know what sounds she made when she was as close to coming as he was.
“You’re going to…!” he gasped, his chest rattling with ragged, heaving breaths. He desperately clung to her legs to get some semblance of control, but he was spiraling. “Fia, please, please, please don’t stop, I’m … so close, please!”
“Give in, ilsuir’a … Give in to me,” she growled against his ear as she continued to stroke him, her legs tightening around him until he was entirely trapped in her embrace.
The bed creaked in protest as he buckled under her touch, his hips rising once, twice, three times.
The head of his cock was barely contained between the tips of her fingers as he felt his climax roar through him.
His cum surged in throbbing gluts, and he felt the warmth coating her fingers and pooling on his stomach.
“Fia,” he barely whispered between gasps. “You … are going to ruin me…”
“Hmm,” she murmured into the crook of his neck. “Perhaps. Would that be so bad?”
“No, but we are going to need more towels.”