I’d missed him cleaning me up last time and discovered that he was just as thorough for that as anything else. Gloves on, hewiped me down and then stuffed some kind of salve up my ass that he said would help in my recovery. While I hadn’t thought I needed to recover from that glorious fucking, I liked the gloves, his exploring finger, and the slight cooling sensation of the medicine. If it made it so I could take him again before I went home, it would be my new best friend.
After he removed the restraints and got me down off the sink, Seiwa carried me to the bed and left me there while he went back to clean himself and the mirror. I watched his poof of a tail while he did that since it was about all I could see of him. That ridiculous thing was still one of my most favorite parts of him.
“Will you stay the night?” he asked as he came back into the room and snapped off his gloves.
I thought about it for a moment. “As long as you can get me back to the surface by six tomorrow morning, I can stay, yeah.”
“What’s happening at six?”
“I just need to go home, shower, change, all that so I can get to work by eight. I’m assuming that since you’re not coming back, I’ll return to being a regular analyst again.”
He stood over me and crossed his arms, furry muscles bulging. “So you’re staying with the FBI.”
“Well, yeah. For now, anyway.” I sat up and shrugged. “I still need a paycheck while I figure things out. I’d like to move over to NASA after all this, but I don’t know where my skills might fit with them. It could be a while before I can make a change.” I petted the outside of his thigh. “I do want to leave, but it’s complicated.”
“Because humans don’t have a guaranteed income that allows you to adapt without financial insecurity.”
“You have that?”
“I do, though I haven’t needed to accept it for sixteen years.” He turned and sat down. “If you were a citizen of Nor, you would have access to it as well.”
I cuddled into his side, and he wrapped an arm around me to pull me closer.
“Ialmostsigned up for the volunteer program,” I told him with a grin.
He grunted and his claws came out as he gripped my side. “I know exactly which brothel you would’ve been assigned to, given your preferences.”
“There’s only one?”
“On the planet, no, but in my city, yes.”
“What’s your city?”
“Veletoss. It’s in a northern district so it’s cooler than your Cleveland and it often snows there year round.”
“So no outdoor shenanigans,” I teased, “like in space.”
He chuckled and side-eyed me. “I could make a suit for sex in space.”
Laughing, I swung around to sit facing him on his lap. “I bet you could.”
Seiwa stared at me for a minute, and I met his pink gaze, letting him look. He sighed and cupped my face in one big hand, the pad of his thumb slowly caressing my bottom lip. “You would’ve been very popular there.”
“Yeah?” I grinned and scooted closer to him, our cocks cuddling now, too.
“Mmm, yes. Your willingness to give yourself over to pleasure is remarkable.”
I nodded in thanks, but said, “I don’t do that for just anyone.”
He sighed again and then he was kissing me in a slow, deep way that said there was a lot more going on here than really good sex. He liked me, and I was really glad to know it since I liked him more and more every day.
The next morning,I was maybe three minutes late getting to my cubicle only to find someone waiting for me. “Sorry I’m late,” I rushed to say. “I was?—”
“I don’t care,” she said with her lip curled and her hand up to stop me. “The director wants to see you.”
She’d been sent to escort me to the director? I left my bagel and coffee on my desk and followed her through the building even though I knew exactly where the director’s office was. Maybe this would be Director Kittridge letting me know my assignment to observe Seiwa was over. She’d been the one to inform me of my mission at the beginning, so it made sense to end it the same way.
But though Kittredge was behind her desk when I walked in, it was Director Stubbins who spoke. “You’re going to get that damn rabbit back down here,” he said with a finger pointed at me.