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None of the characters written here are perfect, neither are you.

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Zer's body is as stiff as a rock. I try to tug him forward with all I have but he is rooted to where he stands. I look at him, challenging him. "We are going inside!" I say defying him.

"No. Kate, no. There is no way you're going there."

"Watch me, husband," I said as I walk inside the very fancy looking adult shop. I guess in a way I understand, with this heavily structured and programed intimacy thing, I guess a lot of females trying to relieve their need in another way. When I push the door open a tall male shopkeeper/owner greets me immediately.

"Welcome female, my name is Ror and I'll be happy to help you today. What do you need?" he says eagerly.

"What do you have?" I ask him instead, and his smile grows impossibly wider.

"Whatever you desire, female."

I like him. The door opens again and I see a sour looking particular fine piece of a male coming in.

"High General what a pleasure to have you here!" Now he rushes to my husband as I'm long forgotten. "How can I help you?" he asks Zer.

"Get my wife out of here and I'll be thankful."

Ror and I gasp, him in horror and I in delight. He refers to me as his wife!

Zer soon realizes what had he said and takes a step back. "I mean... the female! Get the female out of—" his words stop as I hold him tight.

"Say that again," I ask him grinning.

"Female."

"No... come one! I'm very happy to hear that." I squeeze him tighter.

But he just pries my arms around him effortlessly, "Are you done here?"

"Say that again and I will walk out of this store with only one thing." I try to bargain.

His bumpy brow raise. "That's hardly bargaining." He tells me.

"If not... then I'm going on a shopping spree,"

His jaw clenches and the muscle on his temple ticks. He looks briefly at Ror and he excuses himself quickly.

Thank you.

I'm waiting impatiently as I look at him hopefully. Say it. Say it. Say it.

"My wife." He says in that low voice, the one that sounds rough and heavy and oh so dreamy, I also don't miss the way his chest puffs, or how tiny black dots dancing on his sunset eyes.

"My husband." I smile at him. "From now on that's how you shall call me, or refers me," I say as a matter of fact.

"No." he declines. "I did my part now grab one thing and let's get out of here."

I nod and look for Ror, I find him standing under what looks like... "Are those lingerie?" I ask unbelievably.

Ror just smiles, "You, strange female, are going to bring him on his knees." He tells me wickedly.

I think I found my first ever friend on this alien planet.

***

I ask DAI to prepare some food for us. We are currently on our way back and it's pitch black outside. In the city, there is only very little glow from the grass as mostly the ground covered in concrete. I clutch my shopping bag tightly, the shopping bag, the one I got from Ror's shop. I even ask him to make me custom lingerie, the one I got from him is good but, I prefer to wear something that I've seen a few times in magazine back home.

I notice Zer's gaze went to the shopping bag more than once, and each time his jaw clenched tightly.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

As soon as we arrived I bring most of the shopping bag with me and asks my sweet husband to bring the rest, I go upstairs to put away my shopping in our bedroom, yes, it's officially our bedroom now.

Nothing he can do with it.

When I come down I found he had prepared the utensils and plates and two glasses of water for us each, he looks me for a moment waiting for disapproval, for me to tell him not to help me with such a small task which I'm completely able to do by myself, to tell him how his action was degrading my value as a female.

None will come out of my mouth.

"Thank you," I tell him instead. DAI has made some kind of salad with a lot of strawberries taste-like plant, it was nice and also citrusy. We eat in quiet but I don't mind, I know he needs time to wrap his head with all the changes I'm bringing to his life.

So we help each other putting our plates and glasses in the dishwasher. He wipes the dinner table surface and I wipe the kitchen counter. I cannot lie this feels nice. So soon we are climbing the stairs, he immediately goes to the bathroom and I wait for him patiently. I took off my clothes and put on my lingerie. It's black, sheer, stretchy, itsy bitsy tube dress. Nothing special, but this will have to do.

When he walks out of the room I hide under the comforter. "I'll sleep in the other room tonight." He informs me.

"Then I'll just follow you there," I reply.

He stops and thinking. Looking for an escape plan, I believe. But I'll be damned if my own husband succeeds in getting away from me. So he slowly turns back towards the bed, he grabs the comforter slowly, as if waiting for something to jump out or bite off his arm.

But it's just me trying to mess with his heart, and his sanity, definitely his life as well.

When he pulls the comforter and reveal my otherwise naked body on his bed, under his roof, I can see, as clearly as the sun during the day, how the black dots dancing on his sunset eyes. For a long time, he just stands there unmoving, eyes fixed on me, his hand still gripping the comforter, jaw clenches, lips thinned, and body taut.

"Kate." He calls my name as a warning, but no, I won't have any of this intimate conversation nonsense.

So I crawl to him, and stand on my knees, running my fingers on his amazingly, godlike, the deadly machine he calls his body. "That's not what you suppose to call me, remember?" I ask him.

"That's a deal I don't participate in." He argues.

"Of course you do. Come on, call me again, the way I want you to..." my fingers found a wonderful journey from the dips and rise of his abs to his wide define chest, slowly, slowly, dragging the tips of my fingers on his skin.

His eyes follow my fingers in intense burn before sending blazing fire on my chest. "I warn you... Kate, if you don't... stop..."

"Do I look like I want to stop?" I ask him honestly. "Put your hands on me," I tell him. "I'm your wife," I say as I press my front to him. "This body is yours," The blackness takes over his eyes.

Ah... That's the word.

"I'm yours,"