Fixer and Effin a thank you.”
Bemused, he offered her his arm and together, they proceeded to the area where Col would be able to repay those who had assisted her.
Convincing the cooks to let her into their domain involved some fast talking, but Col soon proved her competence and was whipping eggs, butter and sugar with a happy hum in her heart.
Four hours later, she was dusted with sugar and had an audience as she finished the towering confection. “Can you get Fixer and Effin as well as any of their loved ones into the commissary?”
The head chef was staring at the creation on the cart with astonishment. It was cake, pastry, icing, cream, berries, chocolate and every other good thing that Col had been able to think of or locate in the Morganti base kitchens.
She had it on a hover cart and the moment that she got the signal, she moved it into the main room.
Fixer sat with her husband and two charming little girls. All of the females watched the tower of confection coming toward them with a heightened anticipation.
Effin sat with a woman of his own, an elegant metal band surrounded her face and his companion smiled at Effin’s blush and Fixer’s hungry look.
“For all that you did for me, this little thing is for you. The staff has the recipe, I saw at least four of them writing down everything I did. I will leave you now, but know that I am very thankful for you restoring me to myself, Fixer and Effin, and Reset wherever she is, you will always have a place in my heart.”
She wiped away the tear that formed in her eye. “Well, enough of this. Find a starting point and dig in. I have no idea where you will start, but if we meet again, I expect to be informed as to how it proceeded.”
Col was halfway to the door when Fixer came up and gave her a hug. “Thanks for this.”
Col’s eyes widened as she felt the kicking bump at close quarters. “You are more than welcome. When are you due?”
“Twelve weeks, fourteen, who knows? I am stuck here on Morganti until then, so if you find yourself wanting to fly over and order a new suit, feel free. I am in my workshop most afternoons and you need to practice flying every chance that you get.”
Fixer was grinning and Col smiled in return until Ysyr cleared his throat. “I think I have to get going now, but go on, I think they are waiting for you.”
As they cleared the door, Col saw a line up of people wanting a taste but allowing Fixer to attack it first.
Laughter ensued and it was a good note to leave on.
Ysyr insisted that she ride him back to the Citadel. The feeling was peculiar and a little overwhelming for her nerves.
She tried to speak, but a bug decided her mouth looked attractive and she ended up spending the rest of the rocking run trying to get the last of the bug out of her mouth.
When they entered the Citadel corridor, he kept moving, not allowing her to put her feet on the ground. She tried twice and he growled.
The door to his quarters opened at their approach, a handy feature for a creature that could change its shape.
The moment that they were inside, she lifted herself off him, hovering in the air as he shifted. When he extended his arms, she cut her talent and dropped into his embrace. “Is this what you had in mind?”
His kiss was gentle, sweet and slow. Everything that she had always wished for in a first kiss and never imagined would come to pass.
Ysyr sighed and pressed his forehead against hers, “You are recovering.”
“Yes, I am, so behave.” She sighed lightly. “Perhaps I should get those separate quarters after all.”
His hands clenched on her and he growled. “No, you will stay with me and I will control myself, no matter how much it hurts.”
She ached that his self-control was making him uncomfortable but rejoiced that he wasn’t going to rush her. Col had a whole new skin to get used to and a talent to master. Her dance card was full.
Chapter Eleven
“Lift it! Come on, lift!” Kalo had been assigned
Bemused, he offered her his arm and together, they proceeded to the area where Col would be able to repay those who had assisted her.
Convincing the cooks to let her into their domain involved some fast talking, but Col soon proved her competence and was whipping eggs, butter and sugar with a happy hum in her heart.
Four hours later, she was dusted with sugar and had an audience as she finished the towering confection. “Can you get Fixer and Effin as well as any of their loved ones into the commissary?”
The head chef was staring at the creation on the cart with astonishment. It was cake, pastry, icing, cream, berries, chocolate and every other good thing that Col had been able to think of or locate in the Morganti base kitchens.
She had it on a hover cart and the moment that she got the signal, she moved it into the main room.
Fixer sat with her husband and two charming little girls. All of the females watched the tower of confection coming toward them with a heightened anticipation.
Effin sat with a woman of his own, an elegant metal band surrounded her face and his companion smiled at Effin’s blush and Fixer’s hungry look.
“For all that you did for me, this little thing is for you. The staff has the recipe, I saw at least four of them writing down everything I did. I will leave you now, but know that I am very thankful for you restoring me to myself, Fixer and Effin, and Reset wherever she is, you will always have a place in my heart.”
She wiped away the tear that formed in her eye. “Well, enough of this. Find a starting point and dig in. I have no idea where you will start, but if we meet again, I expect to be informed as to how it proceeded.”
Col was halfway to the door when Fixer came up and gave her a hug. “Thanks for this.”
Col’s eyes widened as she felt the kicking bump at close quarters. “You are more than welcome. When are you due?”
“Twelve weeks, fourteen, who knows? I am stuck here on Morganti until then, so if you find yourself wanting to fly over and order a new suit, feel free. I am in my workshop most afternoons and you need to practice flying every chance that you get.”
Fixer was grinning and Col smiled in return until Ysyr cleared his throat. “I think I have to get going now, but go on, I think they are waiting for you.”
As they cleared the door, Col saw a line up of people wanting a taste but allowing Fixer to attack it first.
Laughter ensued and it was a good note to leave on.
Ysyr insisted that she ride him back to the Citadel. The feeling was peculiar and a little overwhelming for her nerves.
She tried to speak, but a bug decided her mouth looked attractive and she ended up spending the rest of the rocking run trying to get the last of the bug out of her mouth.
When they entered the Citadel corridor, he kept moving, not allowing her to put her feet on the ground. She tried twice and he growled.
The door to his quarters opened at their approach, a handy feature for a creature that could change its shape.
The moment that they were inside, she lifted herself off him, hovering in the air as he shifted. When he extended his arms, she cut her talent and dropped into his embrace. “Is this what you had in mind?”
His kiss was gentle, sweet and slow. Everything that she had always wished for in a first kiss and never imagined would come to pass.
Ysyr sighed and pressed his forehead against hers, “You are recovering.”
“Yes, I am, so behave.” She sighed lightly. “Perhaps I should get those separate quarters after all.”
His hands clenched on her and he growled. “No, you will stay with me and I will control myself, no matter how much it hurts.”
She ached that his self-control was making him uncomfortable but rejoiced that he wasn’t going to rush her. Col had a whole new skin to get used to and a talent to master. Her dance card was full.
Chapter Eleven
“Lift it! Come on, lift!” Kalo had been assigned
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