Brought the Stars to You (2 page)

"You're really quite good," he said on an exhale of
breath that he didn't realize he had been holding.

She smiled brightly, revealing a bit of her white teeth as she
moved her head to the side, showing off the line of her jaw, "Thank
you, Kieren," she said with a soft lilt to it, another show of
her flesh, "I can take off my top in back," she offered,
leaning in to whisper hotly in his ear, "If you get bored of
looking for your friend." The blue alien woman pulled away from
him slowly, hesitant to remove the press of her soft cheek against
his.

His brows furrowed and he muttered, "You'd do that?" He
knew it to be an inane question, but he was enthralled by the woman,
"I... really should watch out for him..."

She nodded, never losing her demure smile, "Well, if you
change your mind, I'm here until dawn." She moved in towards
him, her chest grazing his and then pushing up until her breasts were
along his neck, and then in his face. In a smooth motion, she spun
around, her hand caressed her ass as she swayed her hips from side to
side, careful not to nudge away the navy undergarments, though they
looked so soft and slippery it was hard to understand how it stayed
on.

The taunting motions she gave him did their job well, he was quite
tempted, even against years of training and dedication. His training
forbade such dalliances, but he'd enjoy nothing more than such a
private time with her. However, not even an exotically seductive
temptress was enough to lure him away--not so quickly, at least.
Swallowing as he watched the woman present her ass, those sumptuous,
blue cheeks, he gazed at the thin string between them, marvelling.
"Do," he started, pausing awkwardly, "do you take
those off back there too?"

She moved in to whisper to him, her breath hot against his ear,
"Not unless you're real good." Her eyes moved towards the
entrance, "I don't see him yet. Are you sure he's coming? I'd
hate for you to not get everything you want and be stood up all at
once."

He flustered before pushing down the surge of emotions. Shaking
his head slowly, his vision trailed her body, "No... but if he
doesn't show tonight... perhaps tomorrow." Looking at her
directly, he asked softly, "Do you work tomorrow night too?"

"I work every night, Kieren, I won't slip away so easily,"
she smiled, rubbing her hand along his chest. "And I'm fine with
staying here for you, to keep you company," she cooed, "If
you wanted, that is," she added on, nodding as she suggested it.

"I would like that," he smiled hopefully, "I'll pay
you... for your time, I mean. It is your working hours, after all...
and I wouldn't want you to get in trouble." He did genuinely
seem to have missed the part where the service of her company was
never offered as a free gesture of friendship.

"Then it sounds like a deal to me," she purred softly
before going right back into her slow, seductive dance. She was calm
and controlled, disciplined in every motion and word as she enticed
him with her body.

"You... don't have to dance the entire time. I imagine you
must do that a lot. Every night you say?" His brows furrowed,
"Do you not get any time off?"

"Why would I need time off?" she asked as she slowly
twirled, leaning towards his ear again, "And out here I have to
keep dancing," she let a soft chuckle emit from her lips before
she withdrew, "it's the rules." She was a placid woman, her
motions and voice so smooth and controlled, and her body was
stunning.

"Why would they ban it? I'd think you'd deserve a break now
and then... you're very good at your work. You should deserve it, I'd
say."

He swallowed back a lump in his throat before speaking once more,
"Is that something men do, though? Pay for the pleasure of your
company, to just sit and chat?" He was genuinely curious about
such things, for he'd never been in such a club before.

She placed her hands on his shoulders as she gave another slow
body slide up his chest, "Sometimes they do, but never in
public. If we do it in public, we look lax to the other patrons. Not
worth their time," she pulled away, offering him a sympathetic
smile. "Floor rules are floor rules, and they say they're there
for a reason."

"I see. And I understand. I wouldn't ask you to break with
rules. I'm sorry I can't let you sit and rest with me while we talk.
Perhaps... another time," he said in his masculine, smitten
voice, his words however stilted and uncomfortable, as he was so out
of his element.

"I'd like that. But I like dancing, so you don't need to
worry about it." With her controlled manner of speaking, it was
almost as though she were always thinking about every subtle thing in
her movements, her words, her tone of voice, and all of it spoke to
her irresistible sensuality.

Reaching one hand into his other sleeve, he reclined back, seeming
a bit more relaxed, at last as he watched her. "If you don't get
any days off, I imagine you see very little of the rest of this world
and all its industrial, seedy wonders," he said, thinking
himself a smooth talker for being able to formulate an actual
sentence about something.

She laughed and shook her head, "No, not really. You make me
wish I had. Is it really so beautiful as you make it out to seem?"

He was not boyish, naïve or inexperienced in his daily life.
As a Fiato master – a Knight of Balance -- he was quite
competent, and had proven himself time and time again. Yet she made
him feel as though he had to do so all over, and he found himself
rather awkward under her seductive gaze. "Even more so," he
slowly warmed to her, regaining his control, "I would show you
it sometime, if I could. It does seem a shame to live somewhere and
not get to know it."

She gently caressed his thigh, "What's your planet like,
then, Kieren? I hope it's better than a seedy industrial wonder."

His gaze moved to her hand, watching it with some wonder before
tearing away to look at her, "I've had many worlds," he
said softly, "few for very long, I'm afraid. But all had some
wonder and beauty of their own. Even if it was merely crass, such as
this place."

"It must be exciting to see so many places," she said
with a mark of wonder, "I bet that's something to always look
forward to, never knowing what's around the bend for you."

"You're a Phhia?" he asked, though any idiot could tell
she was.

Bringing in one of her
tentil
, she let the tip run over his nose,
"What gave it away?"

The tickle of her long blue tentil against his nose was quite a
thrill for him, and he shivered from its touch. "Those are quite
beautiful," he said in an awed murmur, "though I had never
appreciated them so much before as I do now. I've not met many
Phhias, truth be told, despite my travels. Not met and become
acquainted with, at least."

"That's a shame. But at least it's changed now," the
seductive inhuman woman purred.

"I have been blessed--or cursed, some days--with an endless
curiosity and thirst for understanding. It was the one passion my
instructors really allowed me to keep and hold onto, I sometimes
joked." The joke was, of course, likely lost on anyone who was
not a
Fiato
.

Her head tilted to the side and she let out a modest, polite
laugh, "It's a good trait to hold onto," she said smoothly,
"After all, you won't grow without the desire to learn more,
will you? I'm pleased to introduce you to new experiences," she
said as she stroked her
tentil
.

The comment tickled him after the touch of her blue head tentacle
left him vulnerable. "You make an interesting argument," he
paused, seeming awkward, "ah, may I ask, ma'am? What is your
name?"

She played her fingers along his shoulder, giving him a teasing
grin, "What do you want my name to be? And please don't say
ma'am," she giggled, playful in her inflection and motions. She
sidled up along his chest once more, biting in her lower lip
seductively. Her eyelids descended, and completed the illusion that
she desperately wanted to kiss him, the foreign woman so sensual in
all she did.

His chest felt like it contained molten metal then, a fire burning
in him as he watched her move so close in to him, seemingly having to
resist the urge to kiss her as well, "I... don't think I want
your name to be anything other than what it is... miss."

She laughed, flicking his chest again, "Ardanna." The
name flowed off her tongue, her hips slowly swayed from side to side
as she rubbed her fingers over his shoulders, "Call me Ardanna."

"Ardanna," he repeated slowly, softly after her. "You
make an interesting argument on desire, Ardanna."

The loud, thrumming music paused for a moment, and with it, so did
her conversation until she leaned in, the barest whisper glancing
across his ear, "And why do you find that argument so
compelling, Kieren?" The words were innocuous, but were laced
with a powerful edge of hidden meanings.

"I suppose I always had an inclination to agree, though it
was always refuted by those around me. Passion, they say, takes one
away from what matters. Serenity and clarity is the best means. Or so
I was taught." He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, smelling her
rich scent, the tired dancer's perspiration, first and foremost, a
titillation to him like no other.

"There's a place for calm and serenity, but I don't think
that place is somewhere that real things get done. Who would, say,
start a business if all they wanted was calm and serenity? We all
need a drive, don't we? Besides, if everyone was serene, I'd be out
of work."

She rubbed his shoulders well, he thought. He wanted to groan with
the pleasure of her hands upon him but resisted the urge. He pondered
her words a while before peering back at her, "Yet you do have a
way of bestowing upon one--or this one at least--a mix of serenity
and desire. You're an odd contradiction it would seem, then."

Her lips tugged upwards as she brushed her thumbs across his neck,
then down his chest. Her movements were slower now and she was
feeling the strain in her calves, but still she didn't let it show.
Her lower lip was bit between her white teeth for a moment, "Is
that so, Kieren? I haven't seen your friend yet. I don't think he's
going to show."

Having completely forgotten his mission, he looked sharply towards
the door before peering back at her, "I'd forgotten all about
him..." His light brown skin paled at the comment. Reaching up
he rubbed at his mouth and chin, looking a bit perturbed, "It
must be getting late by now, yes Ardanna?"

"Yea, pretty late," she licked her blue lips, smiling at
his forgetfulness, pleased with her ability to transport men away
from themselves.

He was bothered by his own lack of commitment to the mission, but
he asked, "Are you working much longer still? Or..." he
glanced away, "Or should we reserve the trip to the back rooms
for another time, Ardanna?" His worry melted, replaced with
wide-eyed curiosity.

She reached to take his hand delicately in hers, "We can do
it now and another time, Kieren, if you wanted. Though I believe in
living in the present, don't you? We never know what tomorrow will
bring, right?" She gently lifted his hand towards her,
encouraging him to stand.

Any debate he might've had for her ended with that guidance.
Rather mindlessly he nodded to her, stood up in his long dark brown
robes, ready to follow her into the hidden depths of the club.
"You're quite right, Ardanna. We don't know. Not even the wisest
master knows such things for certain."

Ardanna gave a glance to the woman at the door who held a tablet
and noted the time they entered for payment. Leading him in, it was a
rather beautiful and lavish area, compared to the room they just
left, and much quieter. It seemed that the back room was made for
conversation - or something else - and she led them into a far off
corner.

Peering around with his insatiable curiosity, he glanced at other
such booths before smiling to the Phhia and watched as she pulled
open the heavy navy partition. She let him in first to the room with
a large, thick bench, a table off to the side. The bench was nearly
thick enough to be a single bed, and the pillows and soft blanket
over top of it gave credence to that.

He moved towards the bench, inspecting it before seating himself.
"I've never been to such a place before," he stated the
obvious.

"Always a first for everything, right?" she sat next to
him, eagerly perched and leaning towards him. "You've never
found one on another planet? I don't imagine this is the only one,
right?" She smiled amiably at him.

He strained to fight a soft smile. "I'm sure I must've passed
many such places, but I never did enter one until now."
Furrowing his brows a bit he asked, "Is that odd?"

"I don't know," she tilted her head as she leaned in,
bringing her hand to his nearest shoulder and rubbing, "I'm not
a man, so I wouldn't know about that. I'm glad you came in tonight.
Maybe there's a purpose behind that."

Watching her with intimate detail, he responded softly, "A
purpose? Like... fate or destiny?"

"Something like that," she agreed.

He blinked at her. The way she looked at him, the manner she
rubbed his shoulder, was divine. "Yes... Perhaps." He
struggled to clear his mind. The Balance, as his masters taught him,
was what guided his entire personality, what he'd spent his life
training around, and it led him now. Even still, he was drawn to her
so strongly, despite the meditative calm he had spent two decades
maintaining.

She rubbed up along his neck, "Let me know what you like and
I'll try to push all your worries aside."

There was a hint of trouble to his tone, "What if my worry is
that I enjoy this time with you too much?"

She shifted in her seat and leaned her body against him so that
she could whisper in his ear, "Then you'll just have to learn
how to enjoy it without worry, dear Kieren. We're already here; may
as well make the most of it."