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A touch of caution, as the effect synthetic paracognisine would have on my alien psi would be uncertain at best. "Shy, no. But I do prefer privacy on my romantic front... I appreciate your offer. I'll sample your product not in the middle of the tou…
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I focus my attention on some readout on the wall so she can't see my face. I do not like the look she give me. You're not empty-headed, Mei. Misty Brown isn't, either. I say, musingly, "Who isn't interested in their romantic future?" Then I try a pe…
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"Romantic precog! How risque," I gush like Misty Brown would. "Have you tried it?" Black holes, I feel so vapid.
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I'm slowly opening my psi, carefully. If they truly are doing research into hypercognition and paraperception, I'm not sure how "noisy" it will be. Certainly less so than Tara's Daughter! But I want to hear what Priya Voss has under the surface. Tha…
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I incline my head to Csorba. "My man Jones has the details of the portfolio. Suffice it to say, anywhere from a palty amount to buckets, depending on my impression and whim." I make eye contact with Csorba followed by a sly smile for Voss' benefit. …
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I feel like a billion credits in this suit, and the shoes are barely uncomfortable. "Profit," I say, settling into the rather comfy seat, "And science. Not necessarily in that order, Ms. Voss. My father often reminded me that knowledge was its own …
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Oh. I lie in the bunk, and it only takes about three seconds before I scoot over to her side. It's not even warm. But the pillow still smells like Ksenia. It takes me a long while before I fall asleep. Dreamless.
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"Thanks, Dinah. I'm sure things will work out." My smile is tired, but real. I'm ready for bed soon, and some cuddle time.
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"You were married? Twice? What happened?" I'm tracing letters in the water condensation: T, K, Z, D, E... I can't remember Csorba's first name. He's dehumanized somehow. The orrery on its shelf catches my attention with its quiet spinning and the sm…
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I take a deep breath, and start ticking off points on my fingers. "I love Ksenia. She loves me. I... I like sex. So does Ksenia. So does... Cora, the alien psionic imprint I carry. Physical relationships for me will always be complicated." "She wa…
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Everyone? Really? Why is only one person writing me notes? "Don't go, Dinah?" I don't like the way I sound. Buck up, Mei. "Let's keep talking. This is good for me to talk through this." Some people drink liquid courage, and I am tempted. I think ab…
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"I'm not fencing!" I don't know how to fence. I try and gather my thoughts. Cautiously, I say, "I think someone on board besides Ksenia is interested in me. Running through possibilities has been... entertaining." I have a little goofiness under my…
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"We have some overlap, Dinah. I want to fly and explore, get promoted, commodore a fleet, and improve my drawing." A small smile at the last, I don't think if she knows I sketch. "Come to terms with my psi strength. Swim, dance, and run. Make first …
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She pulls a smile up. I guess I am pretty passionate... Enough for a upgraded bulkhead, anyway. "Dinah," I swallow. Is she my secret admirer? My mouth feels dry. "What do you want?"
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My worry and fear bubble up, and I fight to keep it in check. I plop down on one of the comfy chairs, staring at the table. "I don't want to lose her, Dinah," I say plainly. One shoulder shrugs. "Better the occasional dalliance than... she leaves an…
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I guiltily think about the upgraded door to our berth. And how transformed Ksenia looked... and how Lourdes did her hair, and her dress, and her socket cap... I feel a suspicious look crossing my face. Was this planned? I feel a little hiccup of te…
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"Er," Nosy is right! "Everything is fine, Lourdes. We're all fine. Um. Closed doors, right? How are you?" I've got my hands partially up, and I've taken an unconscious half-step back.
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I wouldn't mind seeing Church do some modeling. Even Csorba, if he can keep his trap shut. I make eye contact with Ksenia as she goes, still sharing the moments of fun. My head's slightly cocked, my body a question like I do sometimes. "Night alre…
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I keep thinking about the budget for such an op, to wantonly spend on bespoke dresses. Such a wardrobe! I know this is more than Ksenia owns in the world. It puts the value of Yu and his drug into perspective. How deep are AdAstra's pockets? My fir…
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I make a "pfft" hand motion, but I'm very obviously pleased at the compliment. I'll twirl again, let the flowy dress spread and move out (and my curls!), and not stumble coming to rest on the silly high heel. It's like riding a bicycle. I have half …
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"I'm worried and afraid, Ksenia, not hurt. But you can make it up to me later," I offer, but it lacks some zest. I trace lines up her arms. "It's not fair to you that I have an alien ghost that gets to be with both of us. You deserve to get what you…
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I can wear heels, and I sort of like being taller. But they constrain my motion and my balance is off. They are cute, though. I do a half-twirl and end up looking warmly at Ksenia. "They feel so at-odds with these swoopy lines!" 'A thimbleful?' I f…
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"Heels?" I raise an eyebrow. "Can I get by without?" I wiggle my toes against the floor.
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"That's a very nice one, Captain. It looks so flowy!" I feel the hem has some subtle weights sewn in for low gravity use. I shrug out of my bra with only a trace of modesty, Focus, Mei and try the nicer one she offers. Hmm, I could almost go without…
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I stroke the back of her hands, making small circles and swirls like a worry stone. "I suppose," I say, and I mean 'not really.' I break eye contact, studying the small scars on the back of her one hand, and the seams and servos of the other. There…
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"I want to be with you, K. You don't own me, but there is an us." I falter. "How would you feel if someone wanted to be with me? If they actually fucked me? No missions, just... doing it."
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I start, I was so focused on Ksenia's look. I am eager to see what's in store for me. I don't look at anyone as I remove my clothes, folding them neatly on the edge of a surface. I'm surprised I'm not more self-conscious, but I almost feel as though…
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"You look divine, Ksenia." Ummm, and she should probably lose those boyshorts to improve the line. I'm biting my lip.
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I look up at her, eyes bright. I whisper,"One of these days, Kaycee, we're going arm shopping, and you are going to like it."
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There's a really pretty woman in that screen who looks like she has her shit together and still has time to have killer hair. "Zoo," I hear my mouth say, "Is that me?" I slowly run my fingertips along the edges, turning this way and that. I guess it…