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“This isn’t going to explode in my face if I hit the wrong thing?” she asked.
“The power level is on the lowest setting.”
“The lowest setting? What is that, like a tickle? Also, you didn’t answer my question.”
“The setting is enough to incapacitate a foe, and the rifle will not explode unless the power core is damaged. That is unlikely to happen today.”
She lifted it to her shoulder and raised the barrel to aim, adjusting her stance.
Her first shot went wide, missing the target. Grumbling about the weight of the rifle, she took aim again. This time the hologram flashed from red to green, indicating a hit. She hit all the targets, each progressively smaller and more difficult.
“Excellent,” he said.
“Told you I could shoot.”
He accepted the rifle for his turn and set the targets to an advanced program of random movements. The drones hid in the grass.
One burst up like a winged beast. He followed the motion, judging where it would go, and pulled the trigger.
A hit.
Pleased, he returned the rifle to Wyn.
“Are we gonna keep practicing on the baby targets or is this going to be interesting?” she asked.
“You desire a challenge. I can make that happen.” Using his comm, he programmed the targets to drift slowly to and fro in the grass.
“I want the same setting as you,” she said.
“The drones are quick. I have superior reflexes and hand-eye coordination.”
She rolled her eyes in that Terran gesture he had seen several times from his brother’s mates. “The same, unless you’re worried about a human making you look bad. I can hit anything you can hit.”
“Unlikely.”
“I dare you.”
Well, he had no choice. It was a dare.
“One question,” he said. When she nodded, he asked, “Does this count as a date?”
“You bet your sweet tuchus this is a date. Now, make with the targets. The same setting as you.”
Wyn knelt and watched the drones through the rifle’s scope. Patiently, she took her time, waiting for the drone to rush up from the grass. The barrel followed the drone, and she pulled the trigger. Her first shot did not disappoint. A satisfied grin spread across her face.
His female was a huntress.
He adjusted himself and his hardening cock.
“Oh my God, did you really just do that?” Wyn asked, laughing.
“You are exceptionally attractive like that.”
“This isn’t some sort of weird gun fetish, is it? I mean, I love you and I won’t judge, but ew, Lorran.”
That sounded suspiciously like judging, but he kept his teasing to himself because he had more important matters to address. “You love me,” he said.
“I, uh, guess that’s a thing I said,” she said slowly, as if fearing his reaction.
