Chapter Two #3
“I think the right sort of emotions in any situation are useful. Separates us from the droids and machines. In your quarters, and in Miss Cordovair’s quarters, there are specially made kits that might help you achieve physical union.”
“There’s no point in being physical with the female until she’s taken the serum.”
Marcus counted to three in his head. “No point from the medical view, but from the compatibility standpoint, perhaps. There is a size difference.”
“You said Felids and humans were compatible! I saw pictures of the cubs!” Farhet’s voice was tense. Angry.
“They are. But you don’t want to injure her by trying to force something very large in a very small space. Patience, time, and lubrication are your friends.”
Was it his imagination, or did Farhet shudder?
“You know, I do believe you could get your deposit back if you’re feeling—”
“I am feeling ready to begin this process. I’m a very busy and important leader in my district. I cannot be gadding about off-world for weeks.”
“You may have to be.” Marcus’ tone had cooled. Frozen over.
“I’m sorry. I’m just... I have an ill and elderly father.
He is desperate for my presence to reassure him that our Pride is in good paws, and I need this attempt to be successful.
I’m sure you can understand the conflict in my soul.
Obviously, I am a gentleman, and I have no wish to rush or injure the human! Of course not! I’m just... anxious.”
“Well. I can understand that, especially when your father craves your presence, but demands of this nature can’t be handled planet-side.
Yet. After a few dozen successes, and some further training for reproductive medicine staff, and patenting of the serum and protocols, Bastet Mercy will start with a small program.
If you want to wait a year or two so you could be where you could look after your father and your Pride—”
“I want to be the first. I paid Bastet Mercy a great deal to be the first,” Farhet informed him.
Marcus frowned. “Did you?”
“Didn’t you know?”
“No, I was just provided your name as an acceptable candidate who fit all the parameters. There are others listed after you, Tigerites, Leonids, a Leopardine dignitary...”
“My case is most urgent. I explained that to the director of Bastet Mercy. I don’t want fame or notoriety for being one of the first to use your service, certainly not.
I—I just feel it is my duty to take some of the risk, and I can pave the way for others.
My house is well managed by my personal secretary and assistant.
He will handle everything for a week or two.
Even a cycle, should it be necessary. I’ll be able to contact him from my quarters, won’t I? ”
“Indeed. And of course, you can spend time with Miss Cordovair. Have you had many dealings with humans?”
Marcus watched Farhet’s face carefully, alarmed to see uneasiness washing over it, even though it was clear the big Leonid was trying to hide it.
“No. No, only with your staff,” Farhet said hoarsely.
“A fascinating people, with so many cultures to explore. True survivors, every one of them. I’m sure those strong genes will be passed on to your child.”
“But... But not the appearance? There will be no unusual characteristics that are noticeably human?”
Marcus flexed his digits, claws sheathing and sinking back into his paws. Hadn’t this fool read the information provided? “Size, fur density, and coloring seem to be the only differences.”
“How drastically different is the coloring?”
“The mother’s skin tone seems to slightly impact the cub’s fur coloration. You’ve met my wife.”
Farhet gave a tight nod.
Marcus held out his tablet and swiped to the starting screen, where two infant cubs were cradled in his arms. “You can see they have a lighter tinge to their fur. Almost blonde instead of golden.”
“That’s very attractive—especially on a female. Yes, I think it would even be striking on a male.”
“Indeed,” Marcus replied drily. “Miss Cordovair’s skin is more of a light tan. I think it would complement your shade nicely.”
Farhet clapped his paws together suddenly, nodding his head with vigor as if he had just made up his mind. “Right. I wish to meet her.”
“I’ll take you to your quarters on C Deck.
She’s asked you to meet her in the lounge on C Deck.
If the initial meeting in a public setting goes well, I’m sure you’ll be able to schedule a private meeting tonight to talk, get to know one another, perhaps have a quiet dinner to discuss your hobbies and what your—”
“Yes, yes, I’ll meet her in the lounge today, and in two days, once the shot has been administered, I’ll see her privately. Thank you, Dr. Marcus.”
“You’re quite welcome.” Marcus gave him a stiff nod and directed him towards C Deck once they reached the elevator.
He knew that he’d been “dismissed” by the rich Leonid.
What a cub this one is! Acting all high and mighty, as if his credits will make him a better father or secure him a cub faster.
I won’t be surprised if Sasha sends him packing.
I wouldn’t get into bed with him, that’s for certain.
Miss Cordovair has a better, kinder nature than I have, perhaps.
Well. He is handsome. Maybe he grovels in private...