“It’s a big universe,” he said simply. “Unless he happens to know exactly where we’re going to be, he can’t get you. And even if he tries again, I’ll deal with it.”
Garnet smiled, turning back to see Goldie sitting up, looking at her armpit with a wide, curious smile, like all her hopes and dreams might be tucked away under there.
“You hear that? We’re officially stray dogs on the lamb!”
Goldie sent her a smirk. “Thought you didn’t like being compared to being microchipped like a dog.”
“I do not. Which is why we’re celebrating us being free ladies once again!” Garnet beamed. “Because I amnotmicrochipped like a dog anymore.”
Goldie switched to English with an evil grin, “No, but you’re apparently getting fucked like one. Or maybe a cat is more accurate since, you know, dick spikes.”
Garnet huffed, crossing her arms with her nose in the air as Alred blinked back into normal size between them. “You’re stuck out here in the wider universe with me, you know. Any dick you get from now on is going to be just as weird.”
“Yeah, but at least it won’t have spikes.”
Alred was turning his head, looking between them as they mocked each other back and forth. He was faceless, as always, but there was still something contemplative about him.
“We done here?” Tanin asked, interjecting before Garnet could start coming up with ideas for strange dicks that her sister might swallow one day – a wiggly tentacle in the throat didn’t sound at all appealing to her, and she bet it would make Goldie gag.
Goldie just barely managed to say that they were when Garnet suddenly found herself lifted in the air. She cried out, grabbing onto Tanin. He’d picking her up around the waist again, leaning her against his chest as he walked out of the room.
“This is not romantic!” Garnet stated, knocking her fist against his shoulder. “Can’t you do like a bridal carry or something?”
“What is that?” Tanin asked, still walking down the hall.
“You know, when you carry me in your arms. Delicately! Like I’m a princess.”
“Is there a difference? You’re still being carried.”
“Yes, there’s a difference! This is not romantic. I’m a princess, not a potato! I’m-Ah!”
He dropped her. For a split second, Garnet was absolutely sure he’d tossed her down, annoyed with her – mostly – jesting complaints. But before she could even cry out, he was catching her again. This time, laying in his arms. It still wasn’t quite a bridal carry – one arm was going over her knees, not under them – but it was close enough.
Her arm went around his neck, just under his quills, her face now beside his. He hadn’t even broken his stride. Didn’t grunt when he caught her. He showed no effort in the way he held her up. His gaze darted towards her, bright red eyes catching her gaze for just a moment. He smirked and looked forward.
Garnet giggled, kissing his cheek. She kept kissing back until she got to the edge of his quills and ran her lips over the flat edge there at the base. He never let her touch them, worried that she was going to cut herself. She was surprised by how sturdy they felt under her lips. They were hard like bone or rock, coming to a harsh point at the end, the edges becoming sharp about an inch or so off the scalp.
She licked one, just because she couldn’t help herself, before continuing down, kissing and licking his earlobe. Having fun playing with him.
“You’re right. This is better,” he said, voice deep and rumbly.
Garnet hummed in agreement. The sound right in his ear. His hands tightened on her. She caught the hard cartilage in her teeth pulled a little, tormenting him.
She was distantly aware of a door sliding open, but she was more focused on kissing and nipping at Tanin’s neck to pay attention. Even when the world tilted and she found herself lying on his bed, she didn’t let go.
Chapter 33
Tanin
Goldie summoning him and Garnet from his bed to remove the tracker from her arm was a good and necessary thing. He was glad that the device was gone, and now they could get back to their lives and their jobs. If Gissrn tried something again, he’d deal with it then. He was sure the peacekeepers would be handling him soon anyway – if they weren’t already. They must have been delayed going after him for a reason.
Regardless, he didn’t care. Delivering their idea of justice wasn’t his business. That problem wasn’t his to deal with anymore. So long as Gissrn wasn’t bothering them, he didn’t care what happened to him.
Which meant that he could get back to what was really important.
Pleasuring his female.
He ran his nose over her neck, taking a deep breath. She’d cleaned herself in the privy before they went to meet up with Goldie, meaning his scent was no longer clinging to her skin.
