Loving Deviant
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him in the meantime wouldnt be a hardship.
The wall of storage stumped her until she brushed her fingers over it and a drawer slid out. She hoped he wouldnt mind if she borrowed his stuff. She searched for clothes, not digging into his personal items until she found what appeared to be shirts. She took one off the top of the folded pile, pulled it down her body, and smiled at how it fell to mid-thigh. She rolled the sleeves to find her hands.
My cyborg is a pretty big guy.
She instantly chastised herself. Hes not mine, she muttered. At least not for keeps.
Shed left Earth to live with her new husband, had hoped to find a happy life with the guy. Instead shed ended up with a deceitful troll.
Deviants smiling face flashed through her mind and longing hit. Why couldnt he have been the one whod answered her ad?
Another idea struck and she chewed on her lip. Women from his planet didnt find him attractive. Shed overheard him say he had given up on having a family, but she wasnt blind. The idea of staying with him and possibly having little cyborgs wasnt an unpleasant thought. Shed always dreamed about having a few kids if she ever found the right man.
Maybe Deviant would decide to keep her. She really liked him, at least so far, and it could be the answer to both of them getting what they wanted. Of course, convincing him of that might take some time. And she had nothing but while she paid off her debt to the sexy cyborg. Perhaps hed start to feel for her, the way she was already beginning to feel for him.
A hundred unanswered questions filled her mind but she tried to push them back. Why did the women cyborgs find Deviant unattractive? What kind of place did he call home?
She glanced around the room, hoping he didnt live on the ship most of his life. Hed mentioned a home world. That meant a planet that Earth wouldnt know about, so it had to be far from the solar system shed been born in. Otherwise Earth would have tried to colonize it.
She made herself comfortable by dropping one of his pillows over her legs to keep them warm as she sat cross-legged on the bed. The plan of convincing Deviant to keep her for good played through her mind over and over. She liked it a lot. He could be an ass but she doubted it. They had time to get to know each other better.
Dont fall in love, she warned, afraid he might not return the feeling. That would be a bad scenario if she lost her heart to him, and he only saw her as a way to get some sexual experience.
She wasnt even certain he could fall in love. Did cyborgs feel those kinds of emotions?
* * * * *
Deviant stood in line with a tray. The crew had taken a break right before hed entered the food services area and most of them seemed to be there. He linked with the onboard computer while he waited his turn, to leave a message for his father.
Im in my quarters. I need to privately speak to you when you return. Hail me but dont go there.
He cut the connection as the male in front of him walked away with his meal. He quickly filled one plate to capacity. The male behind him raised his eyebrows.
Hungry?
It was too difficult to eat when I visited the station.
The head coverings. Maze nodded. I can relate.
He spun away and left before anyone else could question him about the amount of food hed taken.
His father would smooth over the rules hed broken by bringing Venice onboard the ship without permission. He knew it was procedure to contact the council first to get approval. She would have been located by the station owner before the council even answered, in that were the case. And more than likely, the council would have said no. Deviant wasnt willing to take that chance.
It was done now, Venice already aboard the cyborg shuttle, and hed face whatever consequences were meted out to him as punishment. Venice had been a temptation he couldnt resist. A real female had asked for his help, offered herself to him, and theyd made a verbal agreement that shed belong to him. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity he refused to pass up.
She was on the small side, her skin tone pale enough to appear striking
The wall of storage stumped her until she brushed her fingers over it and a drawer slid out. She hoped he wouldnt mind if she borrowed his stuff. She searched for clothes, not digging into his personal items until she found what appeared to be shirts. She took one off the top of the folded pile, pulled it down her body, and smiled at how it fell to mid-thigh. She rolled the sleeves to find her hands.
My cyborg is a pretty big guy.
She instantly chastised herself. Hes not mine, she muttered. At least not for keeps.
Shed left Earth to live with her new husband, had hoped to find a happy life with the guy. Instead shed ended up with a deceitful troll.
Deviants smiling face flashed through her mind and longing hit. Why couldnt he have been the one whod answered her ad?
Another idea struck and she chewed on her lip. Women from his planet didnt find him attractive. Shed overheard him say he had given up on having a family, but she wasnt blind. The idea of staying with him and possibly having little cyborgs wasnt an unpleasant thought. Shed always dreamed about having a few kids if she ever found the right man.
Maybe Deviant would decide to keep her. She really liked him, at least so far, and it could be the answer to both of them getting what they wanted. Of course, convincing him of that might take some time. And she had nothing but while she paid off her debt to the sexy cyborg. Perhaps hed start to feel for her, the way she was already beginning to feel for him.
A hundred unanswered questions filled her mind but she tried to push them back. Why did the women cyborgs find Deviant unattractive? What kind of place did he call home?
She glanced around the room, hoping he didnt live on the ship most of his life. Hed mentioned a home world. That meant a planet that Earth wouldnt know about, so it had to be far from the solar system shed been born in. Otherwise Earth would have tried to colonize it.
She made herself comfortable by dropping one of his pillows over her legs to keep them warm as she sat cross-legged on the bed. The plan of convincing Deviant to keep her for good played through her mind over and over. She liked it a lot. He could be an ass but she doubted it. They had time to get to know each other better.
Dont fall in love, she warned, afraid he might not return the feeling. That would be a bad scenario if she lost her heart to him, and he only saw her as a way to get some sexual experience.
She wasnt even certain he could fall in love. Did cyborgs feel those kinds of emotions?
* * * * *
Deviant stood in line with a tray. The crew had taken a break right before hed entered the food services area and most of them seemed to be there. He linked with the onboard computer while he waited his turn, to leave a message for his father.
Im in my quarters. I need to privately speak to you when you return. Hail me but dont go there.
He cut the connection as the male in front of him walked away with his meal. He quickly filled one plate to capacity. The male behind him raised his eyebrows.
Hungry?
It was too difficult to eat when I visited the station.
The head coverings. Maze nodded. I can relate.
He spun away and left before anyone else could question him about the amount of food hed taken.
His father would smooth over the rules hed broken by bringing Venice onboard the ship without permission. He knew it was procedure to contact the council first to get approval. She would have been located by the station owner before the council even answered, in that were the case. And more than likely, the council would have said no. Deviant wasnt willing to take that chance.
It was done now, Venice already aboard the cyborg shuttle, and hed face whatever consequences were meted out to him as punishment. Venice had been a temptation he couldnt resist. A real female had asked for his help, offered herself to him, and theyd made a verbal agreement that shed belong to him. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity he refused to pass up.
She was on the small side, her skin tone pale enough to appear striking
