his tongue delved deeper. Conversation near them ceased as they kissed. They had spent an hour meeting the city folk, and the dessert was her reward for good behaviour.
When she leaned back, he followed her for a moment before he backed away a few inches. “You are right, that is good.”
She blinked, her eyes wide. With her gaze fixed on his, she brought her small bowl back to her mouth and lifted the paddle to her lips once again. She didn’t spill any this time, and he looked disappointed.
He sighed. “So, where do you want to go next?”
“Well, I have turned down clothing, footwear and hair jewelry, so maybe some kitchen supplies?”
Arez laughed. “You cook?”
“When there is no other option. I have had to depend on calibrated thermometers. While I can’t tell when something is hot, but my body still registers burning, I use digital thermostats for everything when I am at home.”
“Home is here now.”
She put her hand to her lips in surprise. “Right. Sorry. I am still getting used to it.”
The light touch on her mouth made her smile. She put the paddle of iced sweet into her mouth and giggled as she enjoyed every moment of it dissolving on her tongue.
Gala tasted the creamy sweet, and she smiled. “I have to admit that the sense of touch is more than I expected. If I had known what I was missing, I might not have made it this far.”
Arez scowled. “What do you mean?”
“Those folks with my previous affliction tend to die of infection. If I had known what life would be like with touch, I would have died of despair. Just let an infection take me.”
He bristled with anger. “Do not say such a thing.”
“Why? The only way I got by was by living day by day. I had to check and recheck my body for injury every moment of every day. It was exhausting, and only my urge to focus on a future that would not take shape kept me going through the long, boring cycle. I was losing my focus. My friends kept me grounded, but it was hard.”
They were standing in the market near the stall where Arez had bought the desserts for them. The locals were watching them, and every now and then, Rekfa looked out from her eyes and nodded to his people.
“So, do you think that they would comment if I bent you over the table and caressed you until you screamed?”
She blinked rapidly at the shift in topic. “What?”
“If I lifted you up, laid you across the table and stroked your sex until you orgasmed...do you think they would approve or be appalled?”
“As there are children in the market, I do think that appalled would be the correct selection.”
Arez smiled slowly. “Would you care for company on the rest of your journey?”
“Um, I suppose so.”
“Good. There is a festival at the next temple, and I believe that your presence would be welcomed.”
The festival is to celebrate the pregnancies brought about by Aster’s arrival. Where she goes, fertility follows. I will do the flying.
Gala finished her snack and disposed of the cup. She licked her lips to remove the sticky residue. “Ready when you are.”
He escorted her to the centre of the market, and with a nod, they both took to the skies.
His flying style was more violent than that of Rekfa. A whirlwind surrounded him, and she glided along at his side with Rekfa controlling her path.
Damroon City was only a gathering of a few hundred. All the cities of Rekfa were built from the same pattern, no matter their population. The large city with the spaceport was the only difference. It had to be expanded with hostels and other lodgings and amenities for the aliens visiting for political purposes.
They landed at the edge of the city and walked in. Women and men were fairly equivalent in population. There were no children present, but several women were showing signs of that changing very shortly.
They bowed quietly as Gala-Rekfa and Arez walked down the now-familiar pathway to the temple. The entire city had the serene feeling of being