by Viola Grace
“I pushed him back. He is having what we call on my world a time out. When he agrees to be calm and friendly again, I will let him out. Now, show me which of Ukani’s grandchildren you are descended from.”
Silari kept a close rein on Niiko and when Maksuan joined them for dinner, it was like any other family meal.
When he took her hand after the meal, Niiko seeped into their bodies. The Planet joined the conversation and together, they had the first Nikan family gathering in decades.
Silari looked out through the green haze of Niiko’s gaze and smiled up at Maksuan. They had been invited to return any time they wished and Silari had offered to host a gathering at the Avatar’s residence any moment it was convenient. They parted ways with hugs and promises for a quick visit at least once a month.
In their bed back at the residence, Silari stroked her thigh up over Maksuan’s hip. “So that went well.”
“With the exception of my great niece insulting you. Niiko almost had me through the greenhouse and into the air.”
She winced. “I thought he had kept that between us.”
Maksuan stroked his hand down her back. “He did not. The moment that you throttled him back, I thought he was going to blow a volcano in the northern continent.”
She chuckled. “I was having a perfectly good conversation and I can take care of myself. So, do you want to have a picture taken with me to hang in the Nikan gallery?”
He smiled and rubbed his jaw along her hair. “I thought we would wait until we have a few children. Niiko wants to try for at least two.”
While she spluttered in surprise, he rolled her to her back and thrust into her, the slickness of their previous coupling easing his way.
As they moved together, she thought of a baby with Niiko’s eyes. The way things were going, any child she bore would be part Yeruan, part Terran and part energy creature hosted within a planet.
What kind of toy could you give a child who could move mountains? When her body began the familiar tightening that signalled impending release, she decided to think about it later. She had thousands of years after all.
No sense rushing things.
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
