shower, but it did get you clean in a hurry.
She slipped her feet into position, and the light left her hair and eyebrows but took every extraneous piece of hair or dead skin from her body, including the semen making a slow exit down her inner thigh.
Once she had her turn and Starburn was basking in the cleansing light, she slipped back into the bedroom and into the silver dress. Bots were busy making the bed with clean sheets, and Hydra had to admit that it was efficient.
The dress clung and shifted as she moved. It was only the teeniest bit too big for her.
“I think I have something you can use to belt that.” Starburn walked out of the lav and smiled.
He went to a drawer and opened it, pulling out a set of three silvery disks on a long tie.
He wrapped it around her waist and tied it behind her. “There. Much better. Now, you can raise it so you don’t trip on it.” She smiled and tugged at it a little, allowing her toes to peep out. “What happened to the shoes?”
“Ah, I will have to replace those as well. They disappeared while we were on the beach.” He pulled on a loose pair of trousers and an open vest that showed the claw marks she had left on his chest.
“Sorry about those.” She walked up to him and touched his chest. “Why aren’t you healing them?”
He grinned. “I like them.”
She was going to say something else, but he wrapped an arm around her waist and escorted her into the hall and down to the common areas.
Breaker, Tangle and Warp were all sitting and watching news reports. They waved a greeting as Starburn and Hydra entered the room.
A roasted something or other was sitting on the kitchen counter, so Starburn fixed them both a plate. “We take turns cooking. Usually, the most hungry has that duty.”
Breaker smiled. “Usually, it is Starburn.” He shrugged in acknowledgement and carried their plates to the table, gesturing for her to bring the glasses of water.
She carried the water and smiled as the group critiqued the news’s interpretation of the events.
Everyone got quiet when the image of Starburn and Hydra came on the screen. One reporter had found out who she was and the reporters were camped out around her apartment.
Hydra felt a chill run through her. “Are they rifling through my stuff?”
Starburn put his hand on hers. “No. Your quarters were moved earlier today. Your clothing and possessions are waiting at a secure facility on the mainland. Warp will pick them up tomorrow.”
“Why?”
He twisted his lips. “Some groupies have made threats against your life. The Guardian groupies are very possessive, and I have not always used discretion in my liaisons here on Deyfell 4.” Tangle snorted, “Or anywhere for that matter.” Starburn sent a blast of light that struck Tangle on the shoulder.
Tangle shot him the Nyal equivalent of the finger, one hand raised with the middle finger folded down.
“So, you are a bit of a slut, Starburn?” Hydra raised her glass and took a sip while she smiled.
He looked at her with narrowed eyes, obviously trying to determine if she was serious or not. “I have certain needs which need to be addressed on a regular basis.”
Warp laughed. “Hydra, that is a question you should have asked before you bedded him, not after.”
She made a face at Warp. “I was busy.” The group burst into laughter, and Breaker wiped away tears. “We heard.”
A blush crept along Hydrangea’s skin. “Well, I suppose we should have closed the window.”
Tangle shrugged. “I am pretty sure that glass is not capable of restricting your voice. It was a lovely concert. I am a little concerned about the ending of the first act, but you managed to pull it together for the finish.”
Hydra propped her chin on her fist and looked at Starburn, “Is it always like this?”
“Yes, get used to it. They aren’t going to change.”
She smiled and finished half of the food that Starburn had set out for her.
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