He’d talked to me, been interested in me, said sweet things to me.
And then he’d made love to me and married me without my knowledge. And making love was the only way I could now describe it, the way he’d sunk in slowly, staring into my eyes, caressing me. It meant something to him. He was taking a wife.
And that pissed me off a lot because if I was making a commitment to someone, I wanted to be there, present in that moment, too. If I’d been in love with him, if I’d wanted that bond, I’d have probably looked at him in some poignant way, too. What were his memories of marrying me? Tipsy horny girl who thought she had to fuck to not die?
Then, last night he’d taken the love punch with me and kept up with me all night, giving me the best sex anybody in the universe had ever had.
And now he’d sent me food from home that I’d said I’d miss.
I felt immensely sad.
After I ate it, every single bite of it, and drank every last drop of that milkshake, I was stupidly full and bored, my belly looking like it was carrying a two-pound food baby. I went into the bathroom and scrolled through the menu to find the shower again and found an option for a bath. I hit that button.
In the area the shower had been, the floor folded back like a bifold door and a huge tub, as big as a hot tub for eight, rose. It filled with water and bubbles super-fast. That area also had the option to become a sauna. What a crazy place this was.
I was elated with the bath. I chose candles and among bath oils with a variety of symbols that looked like flowers so must have indicated fragrance. I lounged in the nice-smelling bath for ages and then called back up that fluffy pink robe and a big fluffy towel. I went back to the bed and watched half a season of Friends and fell asleep.
-13-
DAXX
It wasn’t easy to leave her alone all day. He’d checked in almost obsessively on her through camera feeds. He suspected she’d be upset about that but he needed to know she was safe.
He’d read about her. He’d re-read all the information sent about her favorite foods, about her family tree, about her life on Earth. And he’d re-watched some of the early feeds now having the benefit of the translator. There wasn’t a lot of new information but plenty of anecdotes about her life and plenty of demonstrations of why he was lucky to be married to her.
He knew now that she had no close family. She had a grandmother and two grandfathers, some aunts and uncles and cousins but due to her parents’ rifts with those family members, Jetta wasn’t close to any of those people, other than the one grandfather who was in a nursing home.
She had what was considered a high level of intelligence by Earth standards and had been accepted into what appeared to be a prestigious university contingent on financing, which was how she’d wound up in Project D. They tricked her into thinking she was exchanging services for an education.
There was a report on her background that said her father was incarcerated for murder and attempted murder of her mother. Her mother was deceased after an opiate overdose. She’d lived with family for a year after her mother’s death and then had lived on her own, sharing accommodations with various other girls her age.
He could find no mention of any Tucky. He’d wondered if this was Jetta’s boyfriend but that didn’t fit with the way she’d behaved the day they’d met. She’d never said, “I have a fiancé.” Or anything resembling that.
If she was so against being with him if he were entangled with Treya, surely she’d feel the same about her own entanglements. Maybe he was a close friend or cousin and not someone she had strong feelings for. Daxx hoped that she didn’t have strong feelings for anyone else. The thought of that was unwelcome and verging on painful.
He’d dealt with some things back home, ordered some items that he hoped would make her happy, to be delivered there, arranged their transportation home. All day he’d hoped she would come to him. She didn’t. He was disappointed but he wasn’t surprised.
He waited until she was asleep and then slipped into bed with her. He pulled her close. She didn’t even stir.
“I missed you today,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yeah,” she moaned.
“Are you awake?” he asked.
She continued breathing deeply. He didn’t think she was awake. He ran his fingers through the length of her hair.
“Ilikeit,” she mumbled.
“You like when I touch you?”
“Yeah.”
“What else do you like?”
“Howyoulooka-me,” she nuzzled in.
She was sleep-talking. Conversing with him.
“How do I look at you?”
“Likeima a dreamcometrue.”
“You are.”
“Mmm. Sweet.”
“How can I be your dream come true, little beauty?”
“Keepdoin.”
“Keep doing what?”
“Yeah.”
Daxx smiled and fell asleep with her nestled close, her leg thrown over him, her cheek against his heart.
-14-
JETTA
I woke up snuggled with Daxx. He was spooning me, his arm around me, on my belly.
For a split second, all was right in the universe. But only for a split second because it then washed over me.
Betrayal.
Lies.
Deceit.
Since when was I a snuggler?
I went to move away but his arm tightened around me. And then Daxx’s pelvis was rubbing into the back of me, his space penis making its intention clear. His lips went to my ear and I felt the tip of his tongue trace the shell of my ear and then his lips softly touched that piercing.
His hand slid between my legs. I’d fallen asleep in that fluffy pink cashmere robe and I had nothing on underneath so his fingers instantly hit the mark.
I jerked my elbow backwards and heard a low “oof” as I connected with his gut.
I scampered out of his grip and stormed to the bathroom and slammed the door.
I was panting in anger inside that room. I was pacing, angry. So angry.
I had to get the anger to go somewhere otherwise I’d go out there and scream my head off at him. I didn’t want to talk to him. I didn’t want to show him any emotion whatsoever. I didn’t want to look him in the stupid gorgeous face.
I washed my stupid sad face and brushed my teeth again but the toothbrush again worked for only 5 seconds and I whipped it across the room when it turned off.
I couldn’t control my anger. I stormed out into the room.
It was empty.
I heard a loud noise. Really loud. What was that? A shadow was cast, I could tell by the way the room temporarily darkened that it was due to something overhead that was large. The room brightened again.
Was another space ship arriving?
My heartrate picked up as I processed this thought.
If there was, could I get on it to go back home? That’s exactly what I needed to do because fuck this shit.
Not thinking anything through, guided by I-don’t-know-what, I quickly got dressed in the clothes I’d worn yesterday. I had to get the machine to bring them back because he’d put them in that drawer that meant they’d be cleaned. He liked it tidy, evidently. And it wasn’t hard to keep things that way with the technology here.
My last boyfriend was a slob. He was so slovenly it was disgusting at his apartment. I shook that thought off because Daxx wasn’t my boyfriend. Not at all. I stopped my brain from thinking about what Daxx really was and how perfect of a certain other non-boyfriend word he might actually be. Cuddly, thoughtful, tidy.
Fuck him and his perfect-ness.
As I finished getting dressed, I had the machine send out my other clothes and my gym bag. I put everything in the bag. The door opened.
I thought it was him and I was half way between panic and ready to give him a piece of my mind, a piece from the most colorful cuss words in that section of my mind, when I saw the little blue robot thing roll in instead
. I shot it a dirty look.
“Fuck you, too, Space-Roomba-R2D2,” I grumbled. It just did its thing.
I drank a big sip of the coffee I’d ordered and then I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the room as long claw-like tubes emerged and it began pulling the sheets off the bed.
I was in a hallway with two other doors and stairs. I descended the stairs and headed to the front door past another R2D2-Roomba that was cleaning the floor and threw the door open and marched straight out. The air was warm. The air smelled amazing. The trees looked even prettier than they had two days earlier.
I was finding that main house and if there was a spaceship here, I was going to do my damndest to get the fuck on it.
I wasn’t thinking very clearly, of course, about how I’d convince them to allow me on. I was so pissed off that I was jumping the gun, letting my emotions lead the charge. But fuck this! I was livid. And I was convincing myself that this was how I could save myself because if I let him take me to his house away from here there might be even less chance of me getting home. There was a good chance there was a space ship here right now, a space ship that I could at least try to get on. I had to try.
I stayed on the path. I remembered that the path had led to where I’d first fallen at Daxx’s feet.
I power-walked for a good ten minutes, maybe fifteen, before I came to that wall. I left the path to try to follow it along, figuring it’d take me to that main building and it wasn’t long before I saw it in the distance, beyond that large green field the size of three or so football fields.
And then I heard something behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw white, like a white cotton ball the size of a dog, but with a mouth and it was running for me. Oh fuck. What the fuck?
It looked like a baby polar bear. But fluffier. But with the tail of a dog. And it was running for me. It was the size of a big dog and it was gonna catch me. I started to run as fast as I could.
Oh, my lord. I’m gonna die on another planet being killed by a wild polar bear cub.
I had my running shoes on so it was significantly easier than the last time I’d run through this field. Sadly, I wasn’t fast enough. I knew, as I ran, that I couldn’t outrun an animal but my feet just kept pounding the ground of their own accord. I felt it at my heels and then I was on the ground and it was on top of me. I was on my back and I screamed and it looked startled and then it started to sniff me.
My lord, it was like a pygmy polar bear. It was a little heavy on me on all fours but it wasn’t hurting me at all. Wait. It didn’t seem like it wanted to kill me or eat me. It wore a black leather collar. It was someone’s pet. And it was so fluffy. And cute. The animal tilted its head, as if confused, and then a big red tongue licked my face and then it laid on me and nuzzled under my chin. The tail was thumping on my legs.
What?
It started to purr. Like a cat. A loud cat.
What the what?
“Banshee!” That was Daxx.
The animal leapt off me and pounced at Daxx. Daxx caught it in mid-air and started scratching behind its cute round ears. He put it down on the ground.
Daxx stood there looking like a god in the sunlight. He had on dark pants that looked like jeans and a jade green tailored button-down shirt, untucked, only half buttoned up, rolled to his elbows.
The animal got to its belly and sat, panting. It was sitting as if it was a dog at his side. A polar fricking bear dog. That purred.
“I’ve gotta get the fuck outta here,” I grumbled, getting to my feet.
“Jetta. Where do you think you’re going?”
I ignored him, picked my bag back up by the strap, and put it over me, cross body.
“Banshee, home!” The polar bear dog ran off. “Jetta stop.”
I ignored him. I was getting closer to the main building and had a full view of the patio area where that reception was held for us the other day. He was behind me. He grabbed for my elbow. I shrugged him off and saw that there were people behind the big glass doors that I’d come out of just two days ago. I saw someone with a clipboard. A someone who wasn’t all that tall! I started to run toward the doors.
“Hey!” I called out.
“Jetta!” Daxx ran after me and it didn’t take more than a few strides to catch me. He tackled me in a spinning motion so that he landed and I landed on top of him. I grunted and scampered with a little bit of a backwards crab walk and then jumped up and grabbed my gym bag strap, which had fallen off my shoulder.
“Jetta, stop.”
I grunted and started walking faster, dragging the bag. He hooked an arm around my waist and stopped me.
“What are you doing, baby?” he sounded exasperated. His mouth was right against my ear. I pulled my shoulder up to block his mouth. I was winded, out of breath. And my jaw was hurting, I was clenching my teeth that hard. He wasn’t remotely winded. Fucking jerk. I grunted as I started waving my arms in mid air, trying to smack his arms away as they came around me; I was grunting with effort.
His mouth was again right against my ear, “Baby.”
“You can’t go in there. They’re starting another reception.”
That was Daxx’s father. He’d appeared from another entrance.
“We’ve got the gates opening in five minutes, son.”
“I need to go home!” I hollered, louder than necessary since he was so close but my heart was racing and I was almost hyperventilating, “Is the s-space ship still h-here? I heard it come. How do I get back on it?” I tried to shrug Daxx away from me with a grunt.
Daxx’s father looked startled.
“Beautiful…” Daxx said against my ear.
I tried to wiggle free but he had both arms around my waist.
“Son?” Spar’s voice was laced with concern.
“Let’s go somewhere and talk, Jetta.” Daxx’s lips were against the back of my ear and something about his lips there, against that ear piercing? I had to get the fuck away from him.
“Mr… Mr. Spar? Can you please take me to the spaceship? I need to go.” I felt the tears clog my throat.
“Come,” he glanced at Daxx and nodded at him and then waved toward the far end of that patio. I walked past the tables laid out the same as they’d been two days ago when I was there and thought about those poor girls who were about to be claimed caveman style. I couldn’t hold the tears back; they were streaming down my face.
Daxx took my hand and I shrugged him off. He took my bag off my shoulder. I shot daggers with my eyes at him but those daggers halted and didn’t penetrate when I saw his eyes. So green. So filled with emotion as he looked at me.
“I’ll carry it,” he said softly. I closed my eyes and giant tears rolled down my cheeks. I blew out a big shaky breath to steel myself against the pain that flooded me.
He led me by putting his hand to the small of my back as we moved inside an enormous atrium, that same place where the tall older guys took our vitals the other day. We walked to the other end of it and outdoors again. Another building was in sight across a small garden with ornamental shrubs in the shapes of animals, I guess, and then we were all inside it, in a large library-like room.
“Welcome to my home, daughter,” Spar said, “We’ll have refreshments. What would you like to drink?”
I shook my head, about to decline.
“How about something that looks like Coke with lime?” Daxx suggested, a snicker in his tone.
Spar looked confused.
Daxx chuckled, “Just kidding. Never mind, I ---”
“I fucking hate you!” I snarled in his face and he jolted backwards a little. His face; it looked like I’d struck him.
My heart didn’t react well to that. I felt it drop. I wished I could snatch those words back, erase the image of that expression on his face. I had a feeling it’d be burned into my memory forever.
His eyebrows drew together and then he was looking at my ear.
“Her ear piece is malfunctioning. It just changed color.”
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sp; Daxx’s father leaned over and smiled. He smiled big. We both looked at him.
“No, son. Not a malfunction. The first color change is to signify marriage. There are other milestones. This one happens when the female truly bonds with her husband.”
Both Daxx and I looked at him. He smiled again and put an arm around each of us and gave us a hug. It was odd. And a little awkward. It seemed so unlike the man I’d met the other day. Daxx didn’t even look comfortable with the affection.
“A nice little surprise. There’s a chemical reaction that happens in human females when they fall in love. It’ll change again when she’s carrying your child.”
“I felt a stab of regret at my harsh words. That’s all. That wasn’t love,” I defended.
Spar looked at me with a big smile, “It was. Not this second out of nowhere, but you’ve been falling in love with him and that was the landing. A bit of a crash-landing, by the looks of you.”
“It wasn’t.”
He lifted one of those little tablets from his belt and pointed it at me. “It was; it is,” he looked to Daxx and smiled and then clapped Daxx on the shoulder and showed Daxx the screen. Daxx took it from him and looked at it. Spar looked back to the food and drink machine, “What to drink then?”
“I don’t need a drink. I need to go home.”
“You are home, Jetta. Phallyx is now your home. Daxx, when do you two leave for Fjord’s Edge?”
“Tomorrow, I think. I spoke to Zane this morning and he can’t make dinner this evening so we should probably reschedule.” Daxx was still looking at the screen. I wanted to whip it.
“Ah, yes. I guess we should. I’m disappointed. I looked forward to a family dinner,” Spar mused.
Daxx put the small tablet on the table. I glanced at his face and couldn’t read the way he was looking at me. I couldn’t look into his eyes. I looked away.
“I need to go and speak to the people with the clipboards. I need to go home.”
Spar shook his head, “Not possible. Any female that lands here stays here.”
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