His eyes narrowed, the bright red shining. That was her only warning before he wrapped her in his arms and picked her up, one arm under her butt, the other holding her to his chest as he turned and left the stowage room.
From her vantage point high over his head, Garnet could see the twins looking up, both of them smirking as Tanin carried her away. Her face burned with embarrassment, but she actually didn’t mind it so much.
She bit her lip, squeezing her fingers into his shoulders, as she giggled. Excited about what was about to come. A little scared, but mostly eager.
Chapter 29
Tanin
Though Garnet pouted about it, Tanin washed off before he came to her. On entering his room, he dropped her on his bed and told her simply to stay before he went into his privy. She might not mind the blood, but he did.
Garnet had no blood on her hands. He intended to keep it that way. Whether that was metaphorically or, in this case, literally.
He stepped from his privy, cold from the cleaning mist evaporating from his skin. His ripped jumpsuit and shirt were in hand. He tossed them into the corner to be dealt with later. There wasn’t much point to getting dressed, so he only had on a pair of simple shorts that he would usually wear while sleeping.
He was rewarded for the choice by the way Garnet’s breath caught upon seeing him. She was perched on the edge of his bed, knees together, feet apart, anxiously bouncing her heels. She might not be fully confident about her decision, but her gaze lingered on his abs and chest as he came to a halt in front of her.
His hand, now clean – literally, if not metaphorically – took her chin and turned her face up so she was looking him properly in the eyes.
“Last chance,” he warned. Part of him protested about giving her that out. His cock was half hard already, and he was deliberately trying not to think of her soft body, that smooth tongue, those heavy tits, or the sweetness of her warmth pressed against him.
But worse than the ache of unfulfilled desire would be regret on her face in the morning. The last thing he wanted was for her to look at him dismay and disappointment.
She hesitated before answering. Which strained his nerves and patience to the breaking point.
Slowly, she reached out and put her hand on his stomach. The muscles there jumped at her touch as his skin lights burst around her fingers. She smiled at the effect before raising her eyes again.
“Promise you’ll stop if I say so. If it hurts…”
“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “I’ll hold you when I come so you can’t get off me.”
“What if you, like, pull out?”
Tanin frowned. “Pull out? What does that mean?”
“You know… pull out.” She repeated, like that explained anything. “Before you come, I mean. Just pull out.”
“I cannot. When I get close, the barbs start to rise.” He cocked his head. “Are you that scared of them?”
Garnet thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No. I’m nervous. But I trust you. I’m just thinking…”
“About?”
“My birth control. I had the shot. It’s good for three months. I got it just before I left. So, I should be good. Yeah, I should be fine. Okay. Let’s do this.”
She took a breath and set her shoulders. Looking at him like she was about to face an unpleasant experience she just had to get through. Not at all the expression he wanted on his female’s face. Not in a moment like this.
Tanin put his hand on her shoulder and leaned down. He kissed her once. Twice. Sweet. Gentle. Feeling how stiff she was even as she kissed him back.
He pushed her.
She fell back with a surprised cry, bouncing on the bed and giggling as he climbed over her. One hand immediately sliding up her shirt, running over her belly. Marveling at the soft warmth of her skin. So different from his own. Humans were a feast for the senses. Her skin might not light up like his in an effort to entrance him, but she tempted him in her own way. Her back arching up at his touch, her lips parting, her legs spreading. Making space for him. Inviting him in.
It was an irresistible call.
And she might be nervous, but that didn’t stop her from running her hands all over him in return. His chest, his arms, his back, his neck. Giggling at the way his skin lit up for her. Little trails of fireworks that burst at her touch. A trail of sparks left fading in her wake as she traced the raised whirls on his arms and back.
He kissed her again. Deeper this time. Sliding his tongue between her lips as his hands roamed along her waist and hips. Stroking away the stiffness that had settled over her so unpleasantly. He liked her better when she was soft and pliant and sweet.
