Zemwell Tickbird sat on a counter in a storage closet with his shirt off and watched Therazan Sajan put her skirt back on. He took his shirt off when they were together in an attempt to make Therazan more comfortable so that maybe she too would be willing to take her shirt off, but she never did.
“So how long are we going to keep doing this?” he asked.
“We can keep doing this as long as you like,” she replied.
“I don’t mean meeting like this. I mean when are we going to do something more with this relationship.”
“Oh god, Zem, please don’t do this again.”
“Do what again?”
“This is not a relationship Zem. It never was. We do not do relationship things together. We meet in storage units and we fuck. That is all we ever did. And now we have even less places to do that since half of the ones on the other side of the ship got blown up. I like you Zem. You are a nice guy. You are a great guy. And I am sorry that you fell in love. But I don’t know if I can… I don’t even know what you want from me.”
“I just want you.”
And he kissed her. This was not their first kiss. They kissed often just before or during or right after. But they had never kissed like this. It was long and passionate and it lingered. When it was done they looked into each others eyes.
“I have security presentation tonight,” she said, “I have to go over it with Roweth.”
Therazan left Zemwell. He still did not have his shirt on.
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