Chapter 8: The night with Din
Din withdrew to his hut with Omera.
"You know I won't take my helmet off."
Omera gave him a mild smile. Her body was drawn to him and that about the helmet was only a minor matter.
"Yes, I know that."
She gently ran her hand over his upper arm, her hand found its way down to his chest, there she remained.
"I'll elude you once again so that you can take off your armor in peace and take another sip of the Spochka."
He brushed a strand from her face and nodded. "Thank you, that is very kind."
Omera nodded too and withdrew.
Din took off his helmet and enjoyed the Spotchka. It had been a while since he was in such a situation, he hoped it would give him the relaxation he really needed. He stripped off his armor, took a deep breath, another sip of his drink, and put his helmet back on, then went to the bed and waited for Omera.
Cara was still sitting alone on the bench with her mug of Spotchka, staring into the fire. Every now and then villagers came by and wanted to keep her company, but she always refused with thanks. She was happy for Din, he deserved a little luck and, above all, relaxation. Omera was a pretty woman. And who would want to sleep with a guy with a helmet on? She wanted it more than anything at this moment. She looked grimly into the fire, scolded herself for this thought and poured the last bit of Spotchka down. It was best to go to bed now and just sleep. Omera came to her side.
"Already finished?" she had clearly had too much Spotchka to be more sensitive.
"No, I came to get you."
"Me? Why do you need my help? Doesn't it fit? " She was annoyed with the situation.
Omera saw her with a disapproving look - clearly too much Spotchka. "Sorry, what can I do?"
"You go in my place," said Omera with such a beam that Cara suddenly sobered up. She really meant it.
"Don't you like him?"
"Oh yes, but you belong together and you can't be, take this as a gift." She smiled expectantly at Cara. Cara knew what she meant. They both had their place in the universe and it wasn't together. They were bound by their friendship. It was so important to her. The knowledge that there was someone there to trust, who understood, who might even mourn her if she died. And now there was an opportunity to experience the impossible. Her head was not only buzzing from the Spotchka.
"He will recognize me."
"No, it is night and you are wearing one of my dresses. He had enough Spotchka. He will think you are me."
It was a stupid plan, a childish idea, it wasn't going to work, but the Spotchka made it a brilliant plan. If he recognized her, he would speak to her as soon as she entered the hut, then she could still turn back. Her face was glowing and her ears were getting hot with excitement, or because of the spotchka.
Cara knocked on the door.
"Come in," Din's throaty voice came through the door.
She entered. Din was lying on the bed, but in the darkness she could only make out a vague vision. He sat up. Cara expected him to send her out, but nothing happened. Din held out his hand to her.
His night vision mode was damaged in Cara's Mud Horn-attack today. He had switched to thermal imaging and saw the red glowing seductive body in front of him. Din had thought about it first, but now he felt his whole body thirsting for relaxation, for the closeness of the woman standing in front of him in the room.
Cara's heart beat like mad with every step she came closer. He took her hand. It was the first time Cara touched Din's skin. It was soft and comfortably cool. Cara gasped for air. Din had not touched any other being without his gloves in a long time. He stroked the back of her velvet hand with his thumb. He enjoyed the warmth of her skin.
"Sit down", he said, in his dark voice, gently into the night. Cara was excited, which she didn't even know about herself. A smile crossed her face. She sat down on the bed next to Din. Their knees touched. She put her hand on Din's helmet and her forehead on the T-visor. Din floods the image of Cara in the afternoon. He quickly shook off the memory, after all he was here with Omera. Was it wrong that he wished she wasn't her but Cara? The night and the helmet hid his thoughts.
He stroked her back and began to take off the dress. For her part, Cara now explored Din's body with her fingers. They slid from his shoulders over his chest, to his flank and repeatedly felt small scars. Din inhaled sharply as she gently stroked an especially large one. Cara put her head on his shoulder and began kissing the area below his helmet on the back of his neck. Din made a throaty sound and pulled her closer. He put his arms around Cara and placed her in the middle of the bed. Leaning over her, he gently ran his fingertips over her collarbone, along her neck and towards her mouth. A finger traced her lips. Cara opened her mouth slightly and kissed Din's fingertip. The night fell on the game of the two.
The end
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