DORSEY WAS GOING CRAZY. There was no other explanation for why she was pressed flush up against an alien stranger, wet and ready for him to take her. It was the exhilaration from their escape all mixed up with this strange, unexpected attraction, and she was too weak to resist.
She was alive. They were alive.
The stars stretched out before them, not visible during FTL, but she knew they were there. And she’d set a course to safety. Which meant that it was okay to open her mouth and swipe her tongue against the strange ridges of Ty’s. It was okay to run her hands up his tight abs and curl her fingers under the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. It was okay to feel the strange ridges running across his chest and down his arms, ridges that were darker in color, strange markings tha
