his back was slick with sweat where she clutched at him for support.
Banter was forgotten as they worked their way to release, and when Idara could not stand the twisting tension any more, she screamed and clutched at him, digging her nails into his skin.
The noise that he made could be described as a roar, but it was audible triumph and nothing less.
He shuddered and poured into her with short jerks of his hips. Harken slowly collapsed on her, rolling with her to one side and holding her close.
She smiled, “Courtship, huh?”
He laughed and stroked an elegant hand down her spine. “It is as good a word as any. You have been mine since the moment you dropped into my arms.”
Yawning, she snuggled against him, inhaling the scent of their joining. “You say the sweetest things.”
She was almost asleep when her skin took on a dark glow. In an instant, she snapped into alertness, and she sat up. “Honey, I have to go to work.”
He grinned. “How lucky. It is take an Admaryn to work day. A quick shower and we will be ready for anything.”
She got to her feet and headed for the lav. “You do know how to sweet talk a girl.”
He followed her closely. “I know a lot of things. I look forward to sharing my knowledge with you at every opportunity.”
“Only your knowledge?”
Her shower stall filled with laughter, smooth touches and the most thorough scrubbing that she had ever received.
Idara’s skin was smooth, tingly and ever so sensitive by the time she was in a fresh bodysuit and preparing for her assignment. Harken was right beside her as she lifted her cowl.
“Ready?”
He nodded and lifted his own cowl. “Ready. Where are we going?”
She laughed, “It’s a surprise.”
Chapter Seven
Harken jumped at the first shriek, and Idara laughed. “Calm down, Harken. No one here will hurt you.”
The stampeded of small creatures jostled them, and he gripped her hand tightly.
Idara had to admit that the transfer was not as smooth as when Harken moved in time and space, but she was learning, and it was something that had to be hammered out.
“Why are we here, Idara?”
She looked at the playground that surrounded them, and the parents who had a careful gaze on their children.
Idara smiled and looked over the children and their toys. A little girl was outlined in black and images of the child running into traffic and being struck by a vehicle.
That accidental death would devastate not only the girl’s family but also the driver and all the witnesses. The Orb of Time was insistent that she keep that child from following that ball into traffic.
“We are here to help control a disaster, Harken. Just stay close and be prepared to move when I say so.”
They walked slowly, and she steered them to the point between the girl and the swirling vortex of blackness on the street. One child came up to her and asked, “Is that a jogging suit?”
Idara nodded. “It is. I am also allergic to sunlight, so this is the only way I can go out during the day.”
“You don’t have a kid.”
The earnest crimson face was serious as the girl in pigtails spoke.
Idara laughed. “I am planning a family and looking for play structures in the neighbourhood.”
Her attention was split as the ball came tumbling toward her. Idara held her breath, knelt, caught the ball, pulled her knife and stabbed it.
As quickly as she had killed the bouncing ball, she heard the child cry out, and she got to her feet and took Harken’s hand. “Time to leave, Harken. Those kids look mad.”
He was staring at her as if she had gone mad, and Idara had to pull him into the light with a short, sharp tug.
Stumbling back into her bedroom, she scowled, “You could have helped back there.”
He started laughing until he was bent double and tears streamed down his face. “You…went…all…that…way…to…stab…a…ball.”
Idara went to the dispenser and got a cup of tea. It took ten minutes before Harken was sitting up and she