Page 25 of Kailirex

“Ah. Well, that makes a lot more sense than everyone having private elevator doors,” she laughed.

I smiled down at her, the sound of her laughter filling me with a deep sense of happiness that could only be caused by her presence. She was fast becoming as necessary to my being as the very air I breathed. I ducked down to brush a kiss onto her cheek.

“Yes, it does,” I agreed. Imagine the number of transport cubicles that would require.”

We both laughed at the silliness of that, and she leaned into me, resting her head against my bicep. Then her stomach growled loudly and she startled away in embarrassment, her face turning red all the way to the roots of her hair and down her neck.

“I think the first thing we need to do is eat,” she said, glancing away.

“Indeed. We’re going to need those calories.”

She laughed then, swatting at my arm.

“Tillin was a hoot. We should invite him over for dinner one evening after we get settled in.”

“After the wedding,” I suggested.

Her eyes grew round. “Shit! Eric and I need to call Mom and Dad to tell them the news! If the super tells them they saw our apartment getting packed up, they’ll freak out.”

“There’s time to do that tomorrow before the team goes down,” I reassured her as the elevator paused, and then began a vertical ascent.

“Yeah, okay. Just don’t let us forget. We absolutely need to tell them before someone else does. Eric got the apartment because our uncle knows the super.”

I nodded. “So it’s imperative you notify them first. Understood.”

Her shoulders sagged. “We should probably come up with a basic idea of how we want our wedding to go, too. Otherwise, Mom and Aunt Caroline will just run amok and it’ll be stupidly over the top.”

I closed my eyes briefly, centering myself. “The simpler, the better,” I agreed. “We’ll be on a time constraint as well unless you’re willing to wait for the break in filming between seasons one and two of Playtime Fleet.”

“Oh, that won’t fly with my parents and the aunts and uncles,” she warned. “How much time are we talking to plan?”

I licked my lips. “This week or next? Xeranos can show several packages that have current openings according to party size, in a multitude of venues.”

“There’s still the matter of dresses,” she reminded me.

“Easily handled. Pick your colors and styles and our replicators will handle the rest, all perfectly sized within twenty-four hours.”

“I don’t know if everyone can get time off on such short notice,” she said chewing her lower lip. Then she brightened. “That will help keep the list more manageable, though, won't it? Everyone else can watch the video!”

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open.

“How far is it?” she asked, peering out.

I pointed to a door less than twenty feet away.

“Oh, thank God,” she said, sounding suddenly breathless. “Because you smell so damned good and the space in here was so small, I’ve been super horny this whole time.”

I had been the same, in part from scenting her arousal, and had desperately been trying to ignore my now painfully engorged cock. I tugged her out the door, pulling her along as fast as her much shorter legs could carry her. If my quarters had been any further, I’d have probably wicked her up and carried her over one shoulder.

She laughed as we trotted down the hallway and tumbled inside once I palmed the door open.

“Last one to get nekkid has to go down on the other one!” she sang.

I didn’t see how that was a losing proposition either way.