“Oh, Mouche. Really.” She felt herself flushing.
He shook out his mane of emerald hair and looked at her from under lowered lashes. “It’s time that someone took care of you, Questioner. After all the care you take of humanity, it’s only right that humanity do something for you in return.”
“For me?”
He gave her a dangerous look as he reached out to run his hand along her neck, where several of her sensation circuits were placed near the skin.
“Ahhh,” she said unwillingly. “Ahhh.”
“I’ve researched you in these recent days, Questy,” he whispered. “Flowing Green and I.” He lowered his fingers, recently returned to their Consortly softness, stroking the line of her shoulder. Stroke. Stroke. Tweak.
“Mouche. For heaven’s sake … “ She quivered with unfamiliar pleasure. “For heaven’s sake … “
“Oh Corojumi, grant deliverance … “ he sang softly, with a purposeful stroke, laying the ace upon the table.
“Last card … “ she gasped.
“ … grant Questy in this dance … “
“You stacked the deck,” she whispered.
“ … compensatory joys,” he sang, the green hair swirling high above his head as he and his Hagion smiled into her eyes.