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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Completely revised and reedited as of 24/04/2008,
voice your opinions and criticisms at will.
-Cam

Isis walked down the hall to her room
cursing. Kai was getting on her last nerve. What Elder Joi’en ever saw in that
creature, Isis would never understand. She
could not see one redeeming quality in the female and yet nearly all the males
on the ship desired her and the females-when they did not hate her-envied her.
The door opened with a hiss and her rage was put on pause at the sight of
Ali’shir on the couch’s edge, naked, legs spread, wiping his blades with a
cloth.
He looked up and shrugged. “What?”
Isis made a sour face. “Would it kill you to
wear a cloth? This is the living space, anybody can walk through that door and
see….this,” she said, waving her hands around his open legs.
“My home, my rules,” he muttered, returning to his task.
            Isis
laughed at herself for even thinking he would actually do it. “Perfect end to a
perfect day,” she mumbled, picking up his trail of clothes.
            Ali’shir glanced at her as he
sharpened his weapon. Gi made good on her promise to make more suitable attire.
The pale pink halter she wore was both modest and teasing with two long splits
down the ankle length skirt. It was plain but very appetising and speaking of
appetising…
            “I suppose you are still upset with
Elder Kaian?”
            Isis
frowned, “You’d suppose right.” Ali’shir made a point to thank her for holding
her tongue, but Isis wasn’t so sure it was
genuine. “Are you mocking me?” she asked.
            “No, I am honestly thanking you.
Trouble with the Council successor and his mate are the last thing I need now.”
            Isis
blinked. “Wow, the two of you should really meet. She’s sickeningly
self-centred too.”
            “Kai and I,” he laughed, raising his
brows. “That would be a disaster.”
            “According to her, it would be the
natural order of things. I couldn’t possibly hope be a proper mate to you
because I’m human and I know how to use these,” she said, lifting one of the
polished spears.
            Ali’shir watched her twirl it round
in her hand, spinning it expertly. The motion, the subtle flex of her arm as
she hefted the weight made him tense with arousal. Seeing her work any weapon
tended to do that and he wanted it to stop.
            He snatched for it but she was
quick, moving away and laughing at his haphazard effort.
            “Give it to me. You are smearing it
with finger prints,” he demanded standing with hand out.
            “You big baby, what does it matter?
It will be worse off soon enough, stained with blood and whatnot.”
            “It may be stained with blood sooner
than you think if you do not give it to me now.”
            He reached again but she darted
back. It took him a moment to realize she thought to tease him, blowing a
raspberry as she leapt over the couch. He let her get a head start before
reminding her he was the superior athlete. He had proven himself once, he would
not hesitate to do so again. Isis ignored his
boastful proclamation and sprinted for the bedroom. It didn’t matter how
‘superior’ he was, it would take more than just him to open the door if she
locked it; all the doors in the ship were situated this way. Isis
nearly set her foot over the threshold when he lunged, tackling her, sending
her sprawling on the living space floor.
            Ali’shir pulled the weapon from her
hand with an appreciative nod. “I believe that this belongs to me.”
            Isis’
head lifted from the floor as she bent with laughter, “You are way too possessive.
Even Sagar has learned to share and he has to be a
fraction of your age.”
            Ali’shir growled and sat up on his
haunches. “And how old are you, stealing my weapons and running away like a
child?”
            Isis
pinched at his arm. “Get off me, you whiney pup.”
            “Gladly,” he grit with a smirk.
“Just remember you cannot hope to win aga-” he suddenly halted, his nose
twitching.
            She started to move, gaining her
footing to get up when he pressed her down by her stomach with a growl. Isis frowned, “What? You have your toy back, let me go.”
            Ali’shir muttered nonsense and took
hold of her legs, parting them with a grunt. She twisted as he dragged her
along the floor, caging her under his body as he ran his hands over hers. Isis pushed at him but he did what he wanted regardless,
his face, hidden by the black cloth mask sliding against her neck, down her
breasts and stomach…then lower. His hands left her ankles and pushed her skirt
up and Ali’shir groaned longingly. The pants usually lessened its intensity but
the skirt, with its light fabric and slits did nothing to hold back her scent.
            It interested him that little bit of
activity seemed to arouse her. “Does this always happen when we argue,” he
asked, moving his other leg to straddle her. “Does it?”
            Isis’
mouth wagged soundlessly. His hands slid over her thighs, kneading them as he
stared intensely at her neatly shorn sex. He took a hand from her leg and
stroked the strip of black hair before delving deeper, stroking her clit in
slow circles, wetting his finger in her juices.
            “Not again…” Isis
hissed, trying to unseat him. “There is no one here! This is unprovoked.”
            “That is not true,” he said, easing
a finger inside her.
            Isis
arched her body, trying to twist away but he moved with her, settling between
her legs, spreading them apart further as he stretched over her. His other hand
fisted at her dress, tearing it away hastily to expose her tightly muscled
curves. Isis sank down with a pained sound as
his claws thumbed her nipples, beading them into taught points. She didn’t want
to feel this with him, not again, but there seemed to be no escaping it. He
stretched atop her, his hips wedged in the cradle of her legs holding her down,
his finger steadily driving into her.
            Ali’shir could feel Isis stop fighting. Save her soft panting, she lay nearly
still as he continued to pinch at her breasts, allowing it. Encouraging it. He
eased up and she moved toward him, seemingly offering up her body, reaching for
his in return. Her hands pushed over the hard muscles of his shoulders and slid
up the column of his thick neck, hugging his head closer to hers. The male was
nearly naked, except for the face that pressed against her cheek and that
irritated her. She wanted to run her hands over that too, she wanted to kiss
that unseen skin and not taste that damnable cloth.
            Isis
fisted the clasp of the mask and started to push it up, but a growl, a deep and
throaty sound made her hesitate. Ali’shir turned his face away with a snarl,
nipping at her hands warning. She could touch him anywhere she desired, satisfy
her curiosity on any other part of him but his face, and he would not explain
himself again. Ali’shir turned, his gaze settling on hers, still rattling in
his throat. He stared at her as he lowered his head to hers, daring her to try
it again, continuing to press his covered mouth down the column of her neck.
Isis still wound her hands in the material, more tempted than ever to lift it,
but knowing he would stop if she did, kept her hands where they where. For
once, she wanted him to finish what they started.
            Ali’shir eased her back, his mouth
travelling down her throat, over her breasts and down her belly. He pushed her
knees apart and spread her legs wide, holding her calves as he dipped his head
between her thighs. She felt him move his mask up over his mouth as he kissed
her there, gently at first, just barely grazing his lips against her tender
folds and then becoming progressively harder. His tongue hungrily licked at her
centre, wetly smacking at her puffy lips until her nails ripped at the floor
under them. Her toes pointed, her feet arching taut as his tongue pushed
deeper. Isis lifted her hips, riding against
his hungry mouth with a whine. She could feel her insides swelling, rising,
cresting until the point of pain and this was not enough.
            “Enough,” she rasped, sitting up on
her elbows. “Fuck me.”
            Ali’shir growled feeling her fist
his locks, pulling him up between her legs. She stared at him shamelessly as
she curled her legs around his back, forcing his hips against hers. He could
hear her heart race as he deliberately slid his cock between her wet lips,
prodding at her centre with his thick head. She rolled her hips to guide him,
shamelessly telling him what she wanted and needed from him.
            Her mouth turned in the beginnings
of a smile as he moved away. “Don’t tease, Ali’shir,” she whined, hugging him
closer. “Not now.”
            “I did not mean to,” he assured,
sliding his hands under her ass.
            Isis
grunted and held tighter to him. His claws bit into her cheeks as he took firm
hold of them, spreading them apart as he moved her into place against his dick.
She could not have known he had not meant to do that, that it was the mark of a
novice to draw blood at this stage but it shamed Ali’shir. He felt like a
beginner, grabbing and prodding at will, fumbling to press his flesh into her.
He had not been so eager to fuck since he had been with…
            “Kaian.”
            The word brought thunderous silence,
both of them holding their breath as it registered in their minds. It was a
mistake, a slip of the tongue, a thought grunted aloud as she tugged his locks,
but one she heard loud and clear. Isis froze
immediately and sat up on her elbows, her eyes searching his face. “What the hell did you just say?”
            Ali’shir let his head drop and fell
back lamely as Isis shoved him off her. She
demanded he answer her, but he knew she heard him the first time. He also
doubted anything he would say would satisfy her. He had not meant to say it but
he could not deny Kaian was on his mind. She was the last female he touched and
he couldn’t help but compare the similarities and wonderful differences,
especially since his conversation with Lead Elder.
            “Of all the females on this ship you
say her name?” she yelled, moving to her feet. “Just say you want to stop next
time.”
            “It is not like that,” he tried,
grabbing her leg to halt her.
            Isis
spun in place and kicked him hard in the centre of his chest, knocking his hand
away and tumbling to the ground herself. She stood with frightening cool,
pushing her messed hair from her face.
            “You don’t touch me anymore,” she
said with all the seriousness she could muster. “Just stay the hell away from
me,” she warned, backing into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

            Ali’shir woke the next morning to find Isis gone, already sitting at the table for first meal
laughing and talking with Gi. Her smile fell as soon as she saw him step into
the dining hall. Fortunately no one but he seemed to notice the change in her
as the table was a buzz with Heron’s newest assignment as Tu’shar’s personal
pilot. While he felt it was a great honour and he was happy for his friend,
Ali’shir could have cared less. His attentions fixated elsewhere.
            He wanted to explain himself to Isis. He wanted to tell her that this time, it wasn’t his
intent to insult her and that he sincerely wished he could take it back, but
after he sat down, she didn’t take her eyes off her plate. He shifted and moved
noisily, hoping to get her attention but it failed.
            “Will you look at me,” he whispered,
finally.
            “I don’t need to,” she said
continuing to stare off into space. “I know what you look like and I know what
your name is.”
            “Isis…,”
he reached for her but she crossed her legs, shifting in her seat away from him
to the joyous conversation. “I-sis,”
he hissed.
            Ali’shir watched the back of her
head with menace, flexing his massive hands, balling and un-balling his fists.
He had the inclination to grab her by her braids and make her turn and face him
but Gi interrupted his thoughts. The petite ivory coloured female stood, her
hands clasped and swinging like a happy little child.
            “I need help making treats for the
Elders, any volunteers?” she asked the group.
            Everyone turned away, trying to
casually hide their faces from her but there was no need. Isis
stood almost immediately, as if she really had to fight anyone to the task.
“I’ll help you.”
            Gi’s smile widened instantly. She
was happy her friend was so eager to help but at the same time worried, “Isis darling, I’ve kept you away from Ali’shir too much
as it is. Maybe he’d object-”
            Ali’shir moved to speak but Isis turned quickly, arresting him with her stare. “He
will not mind,” she answered. “Will you?”
            Slowly Ali’shir eased back into his
seat, stunned silent, shaking his head no once.
            “Great!” Gi joyously exclaimed, taking Isis’ hand.
            Arm and arm the pair left and Heron
slowly turned to Ali’shir, watching the male sulk angrily in his seat,
agitatedly rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous tick he noticed about his
friend. Heron also noticed the couple’s unusual behaviour but thought it was
nothing until Isis volunteered to help his
mate. He often came home to the human in his suite, struggling to keep up with
his Gi, bumbling and destroying things. She did not like cooking, was horrible
at it but still readily volunteered for the task? He waited until the females
were far out of ear shot before he leaned over to his friend.
            “You made a big mistake,” he
concluded, chewing a mouthful of food, dusting the crumbs from his hands.
Ali’shir nodded and Heron raised a heavy brow. “Are you at least sorry?”
            “I am.”
            “Did you tell her that?”
            Ali’shir wrung the back his neck
harder. “She is not talking,” he grit.
            Heron returned to his plate.
“Funny,” he trilled. “Is that not that what you said you wanted?”
            Not
like this, Ali’shir thought looking at the empty chair at his side.

            Isis
tossed her bag into the living space couch and started to strip immediately.
She winced as her cut and sore fingers undid the buttons of the gown. Gi had
her cutting fruit and for all her skill with a blade, Isis
found herself bumbling around like she’d never even seen one. When Gi got tired
of her bleeding all over the food she sent her to care for Sagar and help the
girls with their reading. Babysitting was hard in its own way but definitely
better than cooking, which she could not do at all.
            Isis
peeled out of the gown, whipping the thing furiously to keep it as nice and
unwrinkled as it could be. It was the first gift she had enjoyed in a while
although recent events threatened to ruin her feelings toward it. The dress was
something Gi had sewn personally for her and the very same thing Ali’shir ripped
from her body the night before. Gi tried her best to repair the front, but the
diagonal rip from the bottom to hip was still there.
            Isis’s
fingers bumped across the thick seam, drawing a shiver from her centre as she
remembered how it got there. “Damn you Ali,” she hissed, balling the frock up.        She stormed angrily across the room
toward the closet, ready to toss the reminder inside. She only wished that the
memory could be done away with so easily.
            Isis
ripped the closet door open and froze, paled to see Elder Joi’en cloistered
around the armour and tunics that hung inside. He lifted his head, spilling
long black locks over his broad shoulders and lifting his gaze to settle on
her.
            At first he was angry that Isis chose this moment to return home. She had in essence
ruined his search for proof that Ali’shir was hiding the true nature of their
relationship but silently listening in on her hushed ramblings, he realised his
search would have been for naught. They were a couple, troubled, but a couple.
And now this close, Joi’en could clearly scent what was missing on her during
their first meeting and something unexpected. Ali’shir’s musk hung close to
her, but was nearly overpowered by her own frustrated arousal. And she was
definitely frustrated.
            Her skin was flushed, her nipples
tight and hard jut away from her breasts and in the space between her sculpted
legs, Joi’en could see her lower lips were thick and swollen with need. It was
apparent Ali’shir had been neglecting his duties as her mate but for the life
of him, Joi’en could not imagine for what reason anyone would deny satisfying
this creature. Her face, by virtue of being human, left something to be desired
but her body was, for lack of a better word, perfect. Not to mention her
intoxicating scent…
            Joi’en followed the whim of his
scenting organ and stepped out of the closet, drinking her perfume from the
suddenly thick air.
            Isis
watched him breathe heavily; his rolling eyes unnerved her and made her take
the offensive. “You mind telling me why you are stuffed in my closet?”
            “I came to learn something from your
mate,” he said, settling his gaze on her again.
            Isis
folded her arms over her chest, suddenly very aware and uncomfortable that she
was naked and alone with him. “Ali’shir is not here.”
            “I know,” he said stepping closer.
            She took a cautious step back,
letting her arms fall. “Are you trying to kill him?”
Joi’en paused, chuckling patronisingly at her fighting stance, “If I
were, are you going to stop me?”
            “I would try,” she said, balling her
hands into fists.
            The male purred throatily, “Such
unwavering loyalty. I am beginning to see why he chose you.”
            He reached out to touch her and she
batted his hand away, surprising him with her speed. “I think you should go
now,” she said taking a step back. “Ali’shir will be back soon.”
            “And what will he do to me?” he said
stalking toward her, wanting to cage her against the wall. “I will be Lead
Elder. He and every other thing on this ship will do as I say. Especially
lesser creatures like yourself…”
            Isis
let her arms fall then. As he spoke, Joi’en’s mandibles minutely flared as his
eyes combed wantonly over her. He wasn’t going to her hurt her or Ali’shir for
that matter. He had something worse in mind. He was going to fuck her.
            Joi’en chuckled watching her gaze
slide to his proud erection, pressed against the cloth he wore. She understood
now, so there was no reason to keep up this double toned conversation. The male
undid his belt, tossing it onto the floor behind him and then lifted the tunic.
He pulled it off his head just as Isis bolted
for the bathroom door, opening it just enough to slip through. Joi’en lunged
for her with a playful growl but she shut the door, on his hand. Despite the
pain made his hand into a fist, griping the edge and shoving it back, with a
grunt.
            “I will have what I want,” he
warned, stepping inside.
            Joi’en shut the door behind him and
flicked the lock. He looked her in the eye as he touched the panel for the
light. In his travels he learned yautja eyes were better than a human’s at
seeing in the dark and he felt no shame stacking this fight in his advantage.
He wanted to enjoy her for as long as possible, as many times as possible
before Ali’shir returned.
            With a soft click, the bathroom was
draped in darkness, but Isis knew better than
to panic. She relied on her sense of hearing and his, walking on light feet and
tossing everything that wasn’t fixed down at him as he thundered around the
space. She landed more than a few hits as she worked her way to the exit, but
they would be in vain. Reaching the door and unlocking it told him where she
was, the latches seemingly clattering loudly in the deathly silent space.
Joi’en pounced then, overpowering with his strength, crushing her against the
wall and then dragging her down with him to the cold floor.
On her back, pinned by her wrists, Isis
could feel his body move on top of her, warmth and muscled strength sliding
over her breasts. She turned her head with his growl, feeling the jutting of
hot air blow over her face and neck. His head dipped to hers, those pointy
offshoots of his maw scratching along her throat and pinching the skin between
her breasts. She smelled sweet. Joi’en could tell she had been cooking from the
scent alone and it favoured her dark skin, ingrained itself with something else
that defied explanation. Isis strained against
his hands, fighting, swelling the aroma that already disoriented him. It
climbed right out of her hot flesh, grew stronger as her heart raced. And her
heart raced the more he touched her, it almost sounded like there were two
between her perfect breasts.
            Isis felt his grip on her hands
tighten, bruising her as he held her down and let his other hand travel further
to between her legs. His fingers gripped her knee and forced it down, opening
her legs enough to nestle his body between her thighs. Uselessly she lifted her
head, trying to see what he was doing despite the consuming darkness around
her. She could feel he still held her by one hand, her body stretched taut over
the bathroom floor, his weight pressing her legs down on the icy floor. He
moved to rest on his knees almost and Isis
gasped, feeling the fingers from his other hands slowly stroking the seam.
Careful of his claws, Joi’en slid a finger inside her, stretching, testing how
ready the female was. She was tight around him, her walls closing so
desperately around his finger, hugging it fiercely, sucking it deeper.
            Joi’en growled feeling her buck
against him. It was an involuntary reaction, but one that aroused him
regardless. Slowly he circled her tight sex with another finger before easing
it inside, laying on her with all his weight as he did. Joi’en nipped at her
breasts, twisting and tugging on the tight points of one soft mound with his
mouth before taking it more firmly between his sharp inner teeth. Isis gave a broken moan and tried to smother it in the
arm beside her head, her teeth scraping against his forearm as she made the
sound again. Joi’en’s mandibles held her breast firmly, his inner teeth roughly
teasing her nipple, his tongue swirling over the absolute tip inside his mouth.
He touched her with such sure and deliberate motions. Like he had wanted her
since forever and could not get enough. He touched the way she wished Ali’shir
would.
            Joi’en’s
grip on her hands loosened, feeling her resistance wane, and moved to her
waist, gathering her body in his thick arms to sit in his lap. Isis went lamely, straddling his thick thighs as he
deeply and profoundly suckled on her breasts, sliding his rough tongue over her
nipples. Her eyes rolled, fluttering behind her thick lashes as she wondered if
this was a betrayal to Ali’shir. Although he seemed to have many, many, enemies, none got under his skin
more than Joi’en. But then again, she thought, perhaps that was Joi’en’s aim.
To enrage him by having his way with what was his, in which case, both she and
Ali’shir would enjoy a hearty laugh at his expense. So long as she kept up the
appearance of being a happy mate, the male could not care one way or another
what she did, or who for that matter. He made that abundantly clear.
            Joi’en grunted raggedly. Isis took his shoulders, her legs folding tightly around
his thick waist, digging her heels into his back as she pressed him closer. Her
hands fisted his locks as she took hold of his head, grinding her hips hungrily
into his lap with a throaty moan.
            “That is it, human,” he growled.
“Enjoy this…”
            Isis
arched against him, her legs trembling as she strained to hold herself closer against
his chest. Joi’en slid a hand over the curve of her bottom, cupping her sex
hotly, forcibly adjusting her to lean against him and push her ass out, the
position shamelessly exposing her swollen sex. Isis
stared intently off into the darkness as his hand moved further, slowly
spreading her lips with a wet smack. Her fingers bit into his shoulder as he
shunted two fingers inside her, stuffing them deeper with a grunt.
            “So tight,” he marvelled, slowly pumping in and out of her. “You will
feel very good on my dick,” he grunted, moving faster.
            Isis
grit her teeth and held tighter to him, suddenly feeling her stomach lurch
pleasurably. She felt lightheaded, her heart pounding erratically. His fingers
slid in further and the sensation only intensified, the absolute tips of him
deftly stroking her deepest places. Another pervasive thrust of his fingers and
Isis cried out, moaning wantonly against his
face. Her hips moved like waves now, rebounding against him with a wet sound,
until he took his fingers away. Her sudden frustration turned to anxiousness
hearing the rip of fabric.
            Joi’en tore at his cloth, roughly
yanking it from his hips. The sound of
her throaty moan, the feel of it against his thick neck, sent his blood racing.
His cock felt like a foreign weight between his thighs and strained painfully
in her direction. Now free, the fat tip of it bathed in her wetness, barely
touching her pouting seam. His hand reached between them, grasping the base of
his dick, batting it back and forth over her, teasing her, preparing her for
what was to come. He was pleasantly surprised to have the human reach down as
well and hold him still, her other hand grabbing the scruff of his neck as she
moved to sit on him.
            “Isis?”
            Joi’en and Isis froze immediately,
straining to listen over their panting breaths. After a lengthy pause, Joi’en
thrust his hips, ready to continue when the voice called again.
            “Gi,” Isis
said softly, her head thudding against the male’s shoulder.
            “Make her go away,” Joi’en hushed,
letting his arms slowly fall away. Isis began
to stand when Joi’en fisted her hair, yanking her back against him. He bent
down, pressing his mandibles against her cheek as he spoke calmly into her ear,
“You are to come back, human. Do you understand me? We are not finished here.
Not nearly…”
            The knob began to twist and Joi’en
instantly turned her loose, silently slinking behind the opening door. Isis took a towel from the floor and stepped forward, she
did not have to feign heart stopping surprise as Gi shoved the partition back.
            “Why is it so dark in here? Where is
the light?” Gi asked stepping side, reaching behind the door for the panel. Isis caught her hand before she touched the hiding Elder
and led her outside.
            “What’s wrong, Gi?” Isis asked, trying to keep her voice even. “What is so
important you could not wait for me to take my shower?”
            “I’m so glad you asked.” Gi told her
to wrap herself in a towel and follow her to her suite across the hall. The
female needed her opinion on a few things, set up and arrangements of food for
the Elder’s party. “Come see what I’ve done,” she said reaching for her.
            Isis
moved away, wrapping herself tighter in the towel, “Can it wait? I was in the
middle of something.”
            “Do not be so shy, Isis.
All the males are gone, there are only us females here. It will only take a
second.”
            Isis
took one final look to the bathroom door. Her eyes widened seeing it slide open
a little, long green fingers curling around its edge. “Ok, let’s go,” she said
taking Gi’s hand and hurriedly walking her out the suite.
            Inside Gi’s home, Isis
moved to the cooking area, looking over the tray upon tray of food that only
needed to be heated.
            “It looks like you’ve already done
most of the work already,”
            “Most,” Gi
nodded proudly. “But you will be here to help me with the rest, right?”
            Isis
nodded, “I will.”
            “Don’t sound so enthusiastic,” Gi
frowned, pulling out yet more dishes. “You’ve been a bit strange as of late,
what’s wrong?”
            Everything,
she whimpered. Now that the desirous throbbing between her legs began to
wane, Isis realised she was a breath away from
making a big mistake. Huge, even. She was usually in control of her baser
desires, she prided herself on being able to distance herself from temptation
but Ali’shir and all his damn ‘pretending’ had unravelled her. It had almost
made her sleep with Joi’en for goodness’ sake.
Gi clapped her hands in front of Isis.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Isis blinked and smiled at the female. “Of
course,” she lied.
“Well you can go back to taking your shower then.”
Isis lifted a crate of fruits onto the
kitchen bar and took a blade. “I think I’ll stay here and help you finish up.”
“Don’t you want to go back and change clothes first?”
“No,” she said crisply, slicing through the round succulent with
force. Joi’en was waiting for her and there would be no well meaning friend to
interrupt a second time. Besides doing something she hated would hopefully help
her get her mind off sex.

            Gi walked
over to where Isis stood; meticulously laying
out the pan of curiously shaped wafer thin treats for the party and its guests.
She picked up one and laughed. “Isis darling,
why do these all look like little dic-”
            “I don’t know,” Isis
said quickly, snapping up the tray and moving to the next table.
            Despite their decisively lewd shape,
they tasted divine. Gi took a handful and followed her as she set out the next
batch. “You have certainly improved,” she said popping another into her mouth.
“These are really good.”
            “I’m glad I finally got one thing
right.”
            “Too bad it wasn’t that dress,” Kai
said coming to lean against the table. She looked at Gi. “Dressmaker, tell me
you didn’t have a hand in making that awful thing.”
            Gi looked away, obviously
crestfallen. “I did. It actually belongs to me, Isis
needed to borrow one so the size is-”
            “It’s not her fault, Elder Kai,” Isis interrupted. “She made me one that fit me perfectly.
It was the most beautiful thing I ever owned, then Ali’shir ripped it off of me
when we….” She cleared her throat, letting the blatant suggestive implication
fly.
            Kai glowered at her, squaring her
shoulders. “You can’t really blame him, human,” she huffed. “Our males are
trained to attack your kind.”
            “Is that your excuse as well,
Kaian?”
            Kai turned with venom. “What do you
want?”
            “You greet me with disrespect
female?!” Pavi said loudly, drawing attention. Like the rest of the females on
this ship, Kai was below her and while the Elder Female never expected them to
bow before her like some, they would address her properly. Always. “Have you forgotten
your senses, female?”
            Isis
watched with a smirk as Kai slowly took a knee, bowing her head. “I apologise Elder Pavi,” she said softly. “I did not
know it was you.”
            Her humbling display satisfied the elder.
Pavi straightened her back and lowered her voice, “I think you have enjoyed
enough of the festivities today, Kaian. I will see you tomorrow at Council.”
            Kai swallowed thickly and lowered
her eyes, cinching her mandibles shut with a click. Arguing would only make her
suffer more embarrassment. The other partygoers already whispered and murmured
around her, their eyes carrying a hint of laughter. At her. Slowly she rose from the floor, her shoulders squared and eyes
deceptively soft. Kai trilled sweetly and moved for the door. When she no
longer faced the Elder, she let her face harden, glowering at the human before
bursting through the exit doors.
            Isis
simply smiled and waved goodbye until the Elder female turned to face her and
Gi. She quickly hid her hand and toothy grin, adopting a position of submission
as the female spoke. Pavi told them to stand at ease, she only came over to
thank Gi for her help in catering the event.
            “We will most likely need you for
another event coming soon,” she said taking her arm. She gave Isis
a wink before taking Gi with her to meet with other Elder females.

            Isis
didn’t see her friend again until the party’s end. She stood in the kitchen,
cleaning trays with the asegians when Gi entered. Heron was with her.
Gi immediately began to talk about Kai, that embarrassing interlude at
the party’s start was all anyone could talk about anyway.
“She has it in for you,” Gi began. “I’ve heard she’s been spreading
the rumour you are really a man, that’s why you’re not pregnant.”
Isis
laughed heartily, Kai could ask her own mate how much of a man she really was.
“I wonder what I did to piss her off,” she laughed.
            Gi tilted her head. “You mean you
don’t know?”
“Know what?”
Gi started talk but Heron growled a warning at her. “This is something
you must ask your mate.” He directed his words at Isis
but it was for Gi’s benefit as well. His mate was far too fragile to get caught
up in whatever Ali’shir and Isis had going
on…and there was something there, he could sense it.
“Well, you’ll have time to talk to him at last meal,” Gi said grabbing
her hand. “Come, we need to get dressed.”
“I am dressed,” Isis replied.
“No you’re not. I made something better. It will be the second most beautiful thing you own,”
she beamed dragging her down the hall.
Isis had almost forgot those were her words
but Gi would never. It was one of the kindest things anyone had ever said to
her and it made her indescribably happy to know her hard work was appreciated. Isis knew how joyful she was and tried to let her down
gently.
“That’s ok, you don’t have to go through the trouble,” Isis said. “I still have my pants and top to wear.”
“But you said it was the most beautiful thing you owned,” Gi frowned.
“Wouldn’t you like another dress even better than it?
Isis took a deep breath. She did like the
dress, but she didn’t like to wear them. Remembering to close her legs was a
hassle but something she definitely had to practice here. But there was no way
to explain it to her friend without making her break out into tears, her lip
was trembling already, her eyes large as saucers. Dammit. “I would.”
Gi squealed and hugged her. “I’m going to dress you all the time! This
is going to be so much fun.”
“So much fun,” Isis repeated dryly.
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