It wasn't exactly how I ever anticipated telling someone I loved them, with his pants shoved down low on his hips and me wearing only a large shirt that only just barely covered my ass, but I also never anticipated anything at all about Esayr. Yet, I would change nothing about him. "Joke's on you if you ever even tried to get rid of me now."

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. Somehow he knew what I wanted, which were his hands on my ass, helping to support one of the legs that I threw up and around his hip.

Our lips met as he pushed me back onto that table. So much for wanting me in a bed for our first time you naughty male. I'd never complain about it, though. I got a sick thrill at the idea of seeing this table every day and knowing he'd fucked me on it.

He was kissing his way on my neck, pausing for each scraping bite of his teeth to kiss away the hurt and whisper those words he'd only just allowed himself to say, with each pause he growled out the words "this is mine". He ripped the shirt straight down the middle, granting him access to the swells of my breasts that fit so unbelievably well in his hands. he laved them eagerly, causing my body to writhe up against him my thighs spread, allowing his cock to settle against my heat, but he pulled away from me decreasing that contact even though I knew he enjoyed it from the hiss of pleasure that came out of him. Instead, he focused on the rabid biting kisses he trailed along my body. When he'd kissed his way down to my navel he stopped, hesitating for a moment before he began to retrace his way back up my body, this time more tenderly.

Still not shaved that's right. But at the moment I was halfway to "Really don't care about it anymore". But, he at least had remembered the limit that I'd drawn for the both of us.

When he kissed the valley between my breasts over top of my heart that was trying to break free of my chest he stayed there for a moment before he looked back up at me. His eyes were wild, so dark that I wanted to fall into them and know just how deep they would go, whether I'd find myself surrounded by his thoughts or buried in all the facets of his soul. It made me remember our bond and, though I had tried before, I found myself grasping for it again wrapping it around myself tighter and tighter, trying to pull it free of that wall. It anchored in wispy and willowy threads, burying themselves so deep into my body and into the marrow of my bones.

"Claim me, Addy," He'd grabbed my hand and placed it over his beating heart, "take every bit of me. All of it is yours."

"You're mine, Esayr" I pulled him down until I could whisper in his ear the same way he liked to do to me. I traced my lips along the curve of his jaw, "this is mine," all the way down to his lips which I kissed until we were both breathless, "and these are mine." I buried my hand in his dark curls and pulled his head back until I'd bared his throat, licking my way down the column of it. "All of this is mine," I was able to make it down only as far as his collar bone before the angle he had me pinned against the table became too much of a restriction, so I had to settle with my questing fingers. I trailed them down his chest the dark discs of his nipples, he watched me with rapt attention, "These are mine." I traced circles over them just the way I liked and they tightened further which fascinated me. I filed the knowledge away for some time later when we weren't both in a hurry.

I let my hands slide lower over each ridge and dip of the muscles in his stomach, liking the way it fluttered between my feathering touches. The tips of my fingers followed the bursting of dark hair below his navel straight to his cock, which I had only just been getting acquainted with. "And this is most definitely mine." I kissed the line of his neck again, just above his collarbone and a little closer to his shoulder, where the muscle buries itself into his chest. "And if you would be so kind as to use it and make me yours you would make me a very happy mate." As I said it, I tugged him forward ever so slightly and wrapped my legs more tightly around him until my heels could dig into the top of his ass. It lined him up perfectly, or at least I thought so.

He braced one of his arms to the side of my head, the other hand met mine where it circled his cock, "You want me? You want to be my mate? From now until we both turn to dust and return to the gods that created us, you want to be mine and mine alone?" The slide of him along my wet heat had my head falling back against the table and him chuckling at my throat. We were well past assent, but he still wanted to hear it from me, my consent for this moment, and the rest of our lives.

"From the day we were both threaded into that weave your Gods made, I have been yours even from across galaxies. I have always been yours, and will be until the end."

He kissed me long and slow, this one was leisurely and decadent. I learned the taste of him was exactly like the smell of him, nothing that could quite be quantified except the fact that it settled me into my bones as easily as the weight of him on top of me did. It settled each and every thread of our bond deeper and deeper into my pores and the hollow of my bones. They threaded in through the cord of each of my muscles, and yet none of them wiggled free from that wall.

I arched my hips until the tip of his cock settled at my entrance, and then wiggled just a little bit more until he began to sink into me. It startled him, I think, because he froze over top of me, his hand settling on my hip to hold me still, "You're tight, Addy. Slower," his words were hissed through an expression that looked nearly pained, "And I'm about fit to come all over you at the moment."

"I'd prefer you do that inside me, but I'll take what I can get at the moment," my words were just as rushed as I chased after his lips.

He let me catch him, but his iron grip held me still long enough for the arm he'd been bracing against the table to move until his hand could splay across my lower stomach, exactly where I had felt our bond initially. The warmth of his palm there caused that bond to come alive, curling and writhing just beneath my skin. It curled, knotting in on itself tightening the bond that furled between us, pulling us closer and closer together.

"I want to feel you." It was true in a lot of ways. I wanted to feel the heat of his body over top of me, inside me, enveloping me in any way that I could have it. On top of that, I wanted to feel the well of his emotions I'd only gotten a glimpse of during a time when I didn't even appreciate it. I wanted to drown in all of him and I wanted the both of us to carve out pieces of the other and bury ourselves so deeply that we wouldn't know which of us was which.

The ship chirruped out a quick note, and Esayr savagely snarled out a curse in a voice so feral I'd have sworn he were an animal had I not seen him speak. "What!" His yell was met with silence for the span of a few seconds before Vailen's smooth cool voice finally answered, "Addison has a comm from the planet."

Here we were, plastered to the dining room table, Esayr's dick one good thrust away from exactly where I wanted it to be, as I laid there watching the muscle in his jaw jump as he chewed on his anger just long enough before he bit out a clipped, "Fine."

"Fine!" I squeaked just as the ship cut out the call to the Comm Bay.

He grumbled out words I couldn't quite make out before he pinned me with a look more securely than the weight of his body, "They're too bold. We shouldn't even be contacted, as we're in our Ilharus." He shot a scathing look up to the ceiling.

"Just stick it in me, Esayr."

His hands were made of iron just as much as his will was, though, he heaved out a sigh that made it into his shoulders and chest, "It's important and it will make us late. And," he paused with his face plastered between my breasts, muffled by them even, "it could be Cecelia."

When he pulled away from me, I was left with a chill and more than my fair share of frustration, "Fuck!" I blurted it out an action I'd have expected from Gabby and less so from myself.

Esayr was pulling his pants back up around his hips, returning to a sense of decency, or as much of one as he could with the hard outline of his cock still visible beneath the fabric, "I wish, Addy. Of that, I promise you."

"You better fuck me on the couch tonight," the words were a grumble as I picked up the scraps of the shirt he'd ripped apart.

His eyebrow shot up into his hairline, he smiled then, smoothing out the scowl that had lingered since he'd been forced to pull away from me, "Last I checked you aren't allowed anywhere near the couch tonight."

I almost made a quip, fueled by the fact that I was soaking wet and completely unsatisfied, but I swallowed it down when I caught the way that he pressed the palm of his hand against his cock and winced when he thought I wasn't quite looking his way, "Then maybe you'll have me pinned in the cushions tonight and you can fuck me on my knees. Praying or not I'd like you to have me meet God."

It was a lie to say I didn't hope that he'd charge after me into the bedroom as the words spilled out between us. He certainly looked like he wanted to, and even took one step after me when I retreated, but he had more self-control than I did. Had he said even one naughty thing to me I'd have vaulted over the couch to get to him. But, he didn't. He only returned to the bathroom to change while I grabbed clothes from the bedroom.

By the time we were both decent and on our way to the Comm bay, the tingling he'd caused had shifted to ones that settled back in my stomach. Nerves. "Do you think something is wrong?" As I asked it his hand slipped into mine anchoring me to his side.

"Nothing so large that it can't be fixed." Esayr's voice was a quiet steady rumble.

My sweet naive mate. "I can think of a fair few things that could happen to someone like Cece that you can't come back from." Namely a convenient death...

The Comm Bay wasn't in any kind of rush, though, when we arrived, calming some of the worries that had settled into unfamiliar places inside me. There was, however, an air of activity lent to the space that I'd never quite experienced before here.

Esayr's hand left my own, only to settle on the small of my back as we approached Vailen, who seemed to stand as a silent sentinel over the entirety of the Comm team at any moment. "Has something happened?" He beat me to the question, as the very same words stalled at the back of my throat.

Vailen's quicksilver gaze settled on me, "Nothing of concern, yet. Only your friends have called the ship again."

My friends? My guess was he certainly meant the girls, but I supposed there was a possibility that alien males would include Cecelia --a human female-- in that generalization as well. "Not Cecelia, right?"

"No, we've had no news from her. It's the one called Charlotte and a few others this time," he nodded to one of the offset rooms, a different one than last time. "They wanted me to inform you that they miss you."

I love them so much, but I'll kill those cock-blocking bitches the second I get the chance. Still, it was probably for the best, though, since Cece could show up at any moment and that would certainly cause more of a problem if Esayr and I had...been having the deep conversation we'd so desperately wanted to have. I couldn't stop the snort of mild amusement at the thought, "They're still on the line?"

Vailen chewed the inside of his cheek, "Waiting most impatiently."

They were all bickering as soon as I entered the room. Gabby noticed me first, over the top of Petra and Charlotte's heated whispering. Even sitting in the upper edge of Earth's atmosphere I still got pulled into it, "Why the Fuck, is Charlotte the only one that's seen him?!"

Four pairs of eyes turned my way and only one of them looked abashed, which I didn't even think was possible for Charlotte. "Seen who?"

"Your boy! She let slip that she's seen him!"

I turned to Charlotte, who despite there being a hint of an apology in the thinning of her lips, still looked just a tad too pleased with herself, "You've seen Esayr?"

She shrugged, in that nonchalant way she always managed. It was a carefully manicured lift of her shoulder and sometimes she'd flip her hair over the same shoulder, not this time though, "Of course I have. It's not like he has a social I could hunt through the years on, I had to research him somehow."

I stared, dumbfounded. It wasn't unexpected at all. In actuality, it was completely on brand for every single one of us. "You interrogated my mate?"

Four pairs of eyebrows shot into a variety of hairlines. Gabby dragged out the words, "your maaaaate? Well, well, well," they all turned to each other.

"Oh, fuck offffff," it was a long-suffering sound.

Petra's red hair had been pulled back into a severe bun at the crown of her head, so at odds with the sparkle in her eye and the innuendo, "It certainly sounds like you have been."

Alicia at the very least managed to cover her smile from behind them all when Gabby started a chant, "Show us the cutie booty. Show us the cutie booty. Show us the cutie booty."

Charlotte's eyes raked over me, cataloguing the mussed hair and the way my lips looked just a little too red, "What have you been doing, Addy?" There was a knowing smile hidden behind the words, though you could barely hear them behind Gabby's mantra in the background as she hooked her arm around Alicia's neck.

To hell with it, these idiots were everything to me. "Casually getting finger banged on the dining room table, and you?"

There were howls of laughter, "Did we, by chance, interrupt?" Petra's smile was wolfish and wide a little too full of teeth —by her own description— when she forgot to smile politely.

"Most definitely," I crossed my arms over my chest. I still hadn't even gotten the chance to sit down in the chair meant for longer communications.

Gabby pushed between Charlotte and Petra, "Addy if you don't show us the man with the fingers right now, I'll riot."

I shot Charlotte an exasperated look. She took it in stride and so did I. The door opened quickly, and the males turned to me with only the slightest tart tang of surprise, obviously expecting this conversation would last longer. I'd imagine because even over a view screen my friends liked to make themselves a nuisance. "Esayr," He turned my way and I couldn't help but admire the profile of him and the curves and lines of his body that would have made even a statue weep, "My Riniere wants to meet you."

There were murmurs behind me from the girls, I guessed either in anticipation or in wonder at whatever in the world a Riniere was.

He was off to the side, out of view of the doorway. I frisson of pleasure in my stomach settling as the scuttle of nerves for how they'd react when they met him. When he rounded the doorway to stand next to me he was met with stunned silence and then Gabby's squeaked, "Girl! Goddamn."

*****A/N*****

THE LADY AT DUNKIN DONUTS DIDN'T EVEN ASK AND JUST USED A STRAW TO TAKE DOWN MY WINDOW SPIDER'S HOME.

Then she said, "you're welcome" and I had to BEGRUDGINGLY say thank you because who the fuck sits there like, "My window spider!!!!"

The spider is still alive but now homeless. I feel so bad.

In other news, not to get anyone's hopes up --including my own. If we're taking into account the last few weeks, I think we might be able to say that people can expect regular updates for First Contact on Sundays.

...And maybe the occasional treat of an extra update in between.