Page 167 of Seven Oars
Instead, he sank to his knees and rested his forehead against her abdomen, his nose dipping into the wet patch of hair at the apex of her thighs. He rolled his head back and forth, breathing her in.
“I’m tired, Rosamma,” he whispered.“Just let me be…”
Chapter 24
Theirs was as far from a normal relationship as Rosamma could have possibly imagined, let alone wanted.
Yet living without Fincros had become unthinkable.
Right or wrong, he made her world full. And she was greedy, selfish. She was reaching with both hands for the happiness and grasping it with her pale fingers.
She went to the Dome frequently, where he would find her and make her dizzy with feeling.
She gave up fighting herself. Life had denied her so many things, forcing her to accept her fate long ago. She’d cried a lot when she was younger, desperate to love and be loved, but that acute need had blunted with the passage of time.
Or so she’d thought. Until she met him.
Rosamma’s absences from the Cargo Hold didn’t go unnoticed.
“I was about to go check the Meat Locker for you,” Gro said, her eyes probing.“Where have you been?”
“At the Dome.”
She’d never hidden from Eze and Gro her trips to the Dome, but she’d never invited them along either, even before Fincros.
A solitary creature, she treasured her moments alone. Only being with one person could trump those, the one currently crashing her solo parties with the stars.
“You’re courting trouble, going around the station,” Gro said.
“It’s okay, Gro. Massar’s dead.”
Gro was hardly reassured.Eze said nothing, and her silence rang with speculation.
With no warning, Fawn barged in and barfed her guts out.
“Curse it, it’s something I ate,” she complained, choking.
“Mayhap it’s something you smoked?” Gro ventured, screwing up her face in distaste.
“I feel so sick. I’m dying!”
She barfed some more.
Rosamma couldn’t look at Fawn now without picturing her in the Habitat with Thilza and Xorris. Her cheeks warmed when she wondered if she looked as wanton when she was with Fincros.
Fawn didn’t die, but they all had to pitch in to clean up after her.
Gro was especially irritated.“Every time you show up, it’s more work for us.”
“Help, not work,” Fawn said from her pad in a thin voice.“I’m your fellow countrywoman, hello!”
“You missed the bucket,” Gro informed her.
“My head hurts. And you should be glad to have something to do. Y’all just sit here like lumps of lard all day. Crazy.”
Gro gave her a pointed look.“Uh-huh. Unlike you, who’s constantly occupied.”
“Having fun is a lot of work.”
