Laura looked up at Earth's full moon after her evening shower. She knew exactly how long it had been since she looked upon it again, after the return from her mission to the Silth home world, something she preferred to forget. She also knew she'd regret it immensely if she did forget. When her commander offered her a job at the intelligence section she accepted right away. If she'd stayed with the ground force and was sent for another mission to Kissan, she'd likely endanger it all because she wanted to see him again.
She picked up her wine glass and took another sip from the clear liquid, the wine she'd discovered by chance during a drinking party, and which possessed the same slightly sweet hint in its taste as him.
Pulling back the cover of the bed, she slipped between the black and thick fake fur which enveloped her bare flesh with firm softness and warmth, and tightly embraced her large pillows made from the same material. She chuckled as she thought about how she used to sleep between down feather comforters while she was home, and then switching to this because she loved it more than anything, and frankly had become an addiction and the only means to sleep peacefully.
She breathed deeper while her body relived the wonderful sensations of so long ago. She closed her eyes and replayed every moment from the time she entered the, what she thought was an unoccupied cabin, while pressing the pillows against her chest and between her legs. Her mind went over his tenderness, his fine feline physique, his boyish awkwardness when she discovered the human porn movie on his tablet, and the unstoppable curiosity welling up inside her. Never again had she seen the same innocence in a man as in his green eyes. His scent filled her nose once more and she ran her fingers through the fur, grasping it as she did his while her being yearned for him and relished in the deep bond they shared that night. She made her supposed enemy hers, and he made her his.
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