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Sparkling overhead, stars twinkled in and out of visibility when Masumi rolled her head back to look up at the sky. She was getting outside of the Na-T4B while she looked and then her sapphire eyes fell to look at her step as she got out of the fighter.
She wore a creamy pink sleeveless, skin-tight dress that ended ten inches below her hips and had a fabric choker collar that allowed for a cutout the shape of an upside down triangle that revealed two overlarge breasts that seemed ready to be removed from being covered very soon. Black, strappy, and spiked heels complimeted the look perfectly. Carrying nothing more than a Little Killer, which her volumetric projections made appear as if not there at all.
She walked around the ship on steady heeled feet to link up her arm with Candon's.
Candon stepped out of the shuttle dressed in a black suit, not tuxedo, with a silvery shirt under a black necktie. His NSP slept silently in its holster beneath his left shoulder.
"Have I told you that dress gives me good ideas?" he asked for the third time since seeing it as he locked arms with her.
"It's the bad ideas I give you that I want to know about tonight," Masumi said as the pair walked away from the Na-T4B and off the tarmac. Still holding on to her boyfriend, the dark-skinned and bright eyed scientist turned to him and asked half-teasingly, "Unless you never get bad ideas?"
"Bad is a matter of perspective," Candon flirted philosophically, "I thought we had the best ideas."
Candon opened the back door of the parked Big Cat limo invitingly for his escort. Behind them the shuttle closed. Masumi unlinked with Candon with an inquisitive look and a question.
"Is this where we're going to come up with those ideas of ours?" the Neko turned her cheek away from him and got into the limo, gliding in quietly and crossing her legs before speaking again. "Because I have no problem with that."
Candon climbed in behind Masumi and taking a seat, never once looking away from his pink lady.
"The restaurant is about a half hour from us," Candon answered as he closed the door, "I'm sure we can think of something."
"I think we can, too," Masumi said and her hand made its way to his thigh while her head went to his shoulder. She spoke as the autopilot began moving the Big Cat away from where the Na-T4B had landed and to the restaurant. Masumi's legs, almost all of which were showing and shimmered faintly in the dark lighting of the limo's interior, uncrossed and spread marginally.
She turned her head up and continued the trend they had set for the night by asking Candon, "Which head are you going to think with for this half an hour ride?"
Candon's face flushed red. "I just can't take you anywhere in public," he stated telepathically cued the two center chairs to rotate. Facing each other Candon left his seat and kneeled in the aisle between the two chairs while Masumi's legs parted further. Placing his hands firmly on each of her thighs he began pushing them under the skirt of her dress, watching her eyes the entire time, waiting for the spark he thrilled himself to find each time.
After an initial intake of breath at the sight of her lover nearly between her legs made her heart beat just a little bit faster than a Neko's and her lungs needed just that much more air to cope with the feelings of involuntary lust and extraordinary desire.
Her eyes began moving away from Candon's as she looked at the ceiling for a moment, feeling the soft pressure of the ridges of his hand, which made her body look more appealing to her than ever. Just as powerful as her own need was the want to see Candon's satiated. She wanted the feeling of Candon enjoying her, the feeling of him being there with her, once more.
The pink-haired Neko whined out, realizing she wouldn't get to see him if he pleasured her first and her legs seemed to clamp on Candon and she shook her head.
"What's wrong?" he whispered as he pulled his hands from her thighs, leaning further towards her to the point his muscled abs pushed against her knees. In the back of his mind he couldn't arrive at a conclusion, though he wouldn't stop. His hands found new residence around her waist as he worked upwards toward the overt presentation of her dress.
Her pink lips moved back as her teeth bit the center of her bottom lip and Masumi made a soft, muffled whine as his hands moved upwards. Her hands almost furtively moved to his pair of suit's pants, and she finally let loose the breath she had begun holding to speak passionately, slowly, and with a fervor all her own.
“Can…” Masumi began by saying the first part of his name, then another small whine came from her before she could go on that was followed by a sharp intake of breath once more, she said, “I want you on top of me..." She had unbuckled his belt and slid the button on his pants off. "Inside of me..." She was pulling down his pants and nearly finished with it while she added, "I want to be around you, Love..." Her hands were on his boxer briefs and slid them down where his pants were around his ankles. "Do you want those things?"
"Only with you," he answered with shaky, passionate words. Masumi looked surprised and a little awe-struck at his statement, caught in the act of putting her hands on either of Candon's athletic hips, unmoving for a moment as she watched him with her pale blue eyes.
Candon pushed the seats armrest up as he rolled onto the floor with Masumi in tow. Because she was buxom in the chest only and lean and lithe everywhere else, Masumi was easy to pull around by the shoulder while her legs moved independently. She let them each find one place next to each of his thighs. She sat up and away from him with her torso while one palm rested on his sternum.
"Only with you too," Masumi said, looking on him with a stoicism in her decision. She went on, "I love you," she said, emotion welling in her eyes. "I'm really happy to love you, Candon. I always will be."
"Oh, 'Sumi," his heart leapt, body tensing with lust. He'd heard it so many times but it had never lost the rush of excitement that followed. Candon eyed the devine goddess sitting atop himself desirously, groping her thighs as high as they went with only a single thought to describe her majesty:
私の所有者
"Watashi no shoyū-sha," the defeated warrior resigned himself to her. His words, My owner.
Feeling his fingertips moving on her, his mount couldn't ask for anything more in that moment. And then he spoke and her body felt drawn to his further while she placed a hand on his and guided it up, towards her chest where the opening in her soft pink dress's top showed her bare skin in a low V. She had made it possible for him to feel her heart beating as closely as possible. As she inhaled, her breast pushed into his palm and her eyes grew hooded, thinking of him, only:
お気に入り
"If that is what," Masumi said, "I am to you..." Another rapid inhale and she was pulling her hips up, away from him. "Watashi no okiniiri," she said in Yamataigo and then in Trade with an air of light playfulness, "You are my favorite pet I could own." With that she had put one hand down to guide the two of them together.
Candon's free hand moved to massage Masumi's well endowed derriere while the hand over her heart began doing similar, each heavily disrupting the meager modesty of her tight fitting dress as she settled on top of his chest.
The playing of two powerful beings such as these had the expected potential of creating forces damaging to most materials. With enough recent experience to know how adrenaline and massive strength interacted the two would demonstrate admirable restraint as they kissed deeply and passionately, mindful of the fact that they were going to be in a formal restaurant soon.
Masumi's heart hurt with hope for the next moment and passion for the one that she was in at the current moment, as well as a lust to continue what the past few moments had given her.
As the hover car continued on its way to the restaurant Candon's communicator rang with the restaurant's call. "Wait, wait," he whispered to Masumi as he telepathically answered the call. "Damn. It's the restaurant. They're out of dairy ingredients. That was the only place besides Akemi's that's still serving decent food until the supply ships return. Do you want to try anyways or wait?"
"That... Place?" Masumi squeaked. "We can try Akemi's."
Candon's brow rose ever so slightly. The response was odd, almost negative but somehow positive. "I don't know," he said reluctantly, clearly remembering how uncomfortable the owner made him, "I heard some weird things happen in that place. The fighter pilots with the Mission Fleet said it was like a- a... well, they claim the waiters aren't fully dressed."
Masumi found the words while she grappled with the indecision before looking to Candon and saying, "I'm happy to go there..." Masumi bit her lip and thought on her past times in Osman Cty, "But this is not the first time I have heard people on this planet talking about not having much dairy." Masumi put a hand to Candon's chest and lifted herself up and off of him, one leg moving away from its position to go over his legs and to the other side of him.
She bent down and kissed gently far below his belly button before pulling his boxer briefs back onto him, continuing by saying, "I think the nicest one in town is just around the corner. Unless we should tell the autopilot to take us once around the block?"
Her blue eyes sparkled as she paused in pulling his pants back towards him, which she had begun to do by pulling the slacks up. Her own dress needed to be pulled to cover some decidedly exposed parts and as she had begun to help him become more put together, she was showing off more than she knew.
Sitting up Candon just stared into her sparkling eyes. It was similar to the sparkling he'd seen dozens of times now. She wanted to go. While he couldn't imagine why he certainly wanted to know. "Okay, let's go to Akemi's," he consented, "but once around the block to fix ourselves."
He reached into her tight dress again but this time to restore order to her bosom, fishing the over large assets into the undersized method of confinement she'd chosen to wear. With a degree of manipulation he managed to cover just enough pink flesh to pass as appropriate.
With a gentle downward tug on the sides of her dress's bottom half coverage of her blindside was restored, but at the critical expense of coverage in the top. Back and forth adjustments were made as Candon made a game of it. Masumi's loose, curled, bubblegum pink hair fell down towards the floor as she tilted her head. Her cotton candy haired head rolled around slowly as Candon worked on perfecting her attire in a way that was methodical, careful, and -to Masumi- all the more sexy.
"You do know this will only make things more difficult on us later," Masumi said, thinking to when the two of them would need to be in public in mere minutes. "Who doesn't like a challenge?" he answered, still rubbing her waist to smooth out any wrinkles in the dress.
"We're foolish not to finish ourselves off now," her pink eyebrows adjusted above her eyes a few times as she made eye contact with him. "We need calories to burn or we'll tire out quicker," he answered once more unnecessarily adjusting her ample bosom again.
While completing the re-clothing of Candon for him, she added, "This torturous side to you is new, Okiniiri." She became serious as she fixed his collar and looked at him with a vulnerable, open look. "My favorite."
She licked her lips and bit her tongue before pushing forward and got close to him once more. Her wet lips opened Candon's own. She felt her tongue move into him of its own volition before demurely retreated back to her own and she loosened her lips' interlocking motion with his while skimming the tip of her tongue against his lip.
She broke off the kiss and tucked her head underneath Candon's chin while saying, "I will never be done kissing you, Candon." She moved her head back up to look at him and opened her mouth to speak once before there was a pause in the limo's time getting through the I'ee built streets of Osman City.
"I guess we're here," she said and then looked to Candon hesitantly before getting out of the Big Cat and onto the pathway leading to Akemi's. Linking arms with his beautiful girlfriend Candon telepathically sent the car away to eventually park in a safe location.
When they were inside, the front hallway had black framed portraits of a raven haired red eyed Neko both of them had the chances of meeting with side-pieces of potted peace lilies every three feet. The walkway was glossy and deep burgundy while the walls looked to be rivoted padded black leather until they were brought into a main room where they could see that the part of the left side they could see had a white lattice-work ceiling with a black ceiling above the lattice work from which many bulbous glass orb lights were hung down from.
There was a staircase that was slotted and glassy and easy to see the kitchen on the other side of where the chefs worked mercilessly to create the perfect New Yamataian cuisine. The staircase apparently led to a rooftop lounge as the night sky could be seen if one looked in the direction of the staircase's top.
The right side of the room had hanging bamboo with a pair of crossed naginata polearms on the far wall. Between them and the polearms on the wall were several large and small tables and on the wall itself were booths for more personal seating, where they would soon be sat, but first, they had to be told to wait.
And, of course, throughout the room were women of all races and species, all dressed in black sleeveless dresses that were barely there.
"We will have you seated at the bar, now," the hostess, dressed less scantily clad, said. She guided them to the left of the central angular staircase where they could more clearly make out the bar, which was a glass top with swimming koi fish directly underneath it in blue-hued water. A few people sat at the bar right now, though it wasn't too crowded to the point where elbows bumped. Far inside to the left-most corner was a dance floor where a few couples moved to the music playing over the innocuous sound system of the Akemi's restaraunt. The hostess set down drink menus and left them to sit on their own.
Taking a seat at the bar Candon could see clearly that business was doing well for Akemi, a man so modest that the profits from Akemi's restaurants never saw the inside of his own bank account. It wasn't necessarily common knowledge, but for someone with SAINT clearance, it was readily aaceible if he had the thought to find out. Perhaps SAINT was also beginning to have more and more reason to thoroughly nitpick that file as the Akemi's name became one synonymous with more than just burgers and babes. It was becoming known for the things one wouldn't and would expect. It was becoming synonymous with everything if one looked at his list of accomplishments. Though, looking up the lists holds no flame to hearing him tell you yourself.
So, by grace of luck, when their drinks were handed to them they would see above them through the slotted stairs, a man in all black t-shirt, jeans, and belt with some simple tennis shoes came down the steps with his hands in his pockets, black hair fanning out behind him. He was forced to pause a few times as girls and passerby that knew him and he was always sure to get people smiling. Despite that, though, Akemi looked like he was on a mission of some kind as he stepped dow the stairs and behind them.
"You've come a long ways since we last met," Candon said as he turned in his seat to face Akemi, "I'm still not joining a porno." He smiled as he offered his hand. "How are things?"
Akemi looked like he was a little peeved to be stopped, then his crimson eyes twinkled as he looked over Candon's shoulder to Masumi. She put a hand on his shoulder as she sidled her body behind Candon's. Akemi had begun to walk and talk and the two couldn't help but follow him as he did, away from the bar. The restauranteur waved his hand at the bartender and made a sign that their tab was his tab.
"I don't expect you to," Akemi said, "But I always like to ask, you know? Makes a person feel good to have someone ask that and it is true, I would love to see you in the nude," Akemi said, putting on some dark ovular shades. He was taking them into the far flung left corner of the room that was behind the bar. The ceiling extended up and out to let the night sky burst through it and overhead a balcony for the rooftop lounge overlooked the city around them. "Or sucking me off."
Masumi guffawed and Akemi sat down in a plush overlarge, sandy seat and gestured for Masumi and Candon to sit at a love couch opposite him with their drinks.
"I hear they're finding you a table," Akemi said as he sat. "Have drinks with me before you sit, if you don't mind. I have propositions that include no cameras but sloppy seconds."
"In our current financial state, I'm all ears," Candon said relaxing into the two person seat, still distracted by his lover's dress.
"I've always wanted a SAINT operative to blindfold me and question me about my secrets to success while slowly falling for me and inevitably starts sucking me off until the only thing left for them to do is have their super hot GF finish by riding me on the chair I'm tied to but I don't think I'm willing to pay to be tortured...." Akemi said, almost giving Candon or Masumi the chance to speak before he want on, "As you may know I have restaurants, charities, a pop band, space ports in the Kikyo Sector and beyond, a racing team, Embassies, and the like. So, what can you do for me with one of those things or more?"
"I think that was a compliment," Candon told Masumi telepathically, then verbally addressed Akemi, "Alright, word on the street is that you're sending a space station way off the map to the West and that it's costing you dearly to import shipments even this far. As I stand currently, there's not too much I can help you with unless I can find a way to produce what you need right out here on 188. Currently it seems like your restaurant is one of the only ones still serving dairy products during this shortage and I'm sure that's expensive. I'd like to cash in on this shortage and frankly FSCorp needs it."
Taking a deep sip of his Long Island iced tea Candon resumed, "what I do have is space, and lots of it. Howard Station is nearly empty and for what I paid that is a huge amount of wasted potential. Unfortunately, the cost of either converting rooms to pastures, buying land and terraforming it to pasturage, and even hiring capable veterinarians would be completely bankrupting. So, if you can help me get dairy products on our shelves I can supply your culinary ventures out here with dramatically reduced shipping costs."
"You just want me to hook you up with my vendors or become the vendor?" Akemi asked as he kicked his feet up on a padded coffee table sized cube beside their inlet of lounge chairs.
"Become the vendor, the producer," Candon answered, "what we grow or harvest, or whatever you do with milk, if you can help me buy what I need cheaper I'll pass those savings back to you."
"Are you going to build this on the station?" Akemi asked, highly intrigued. "I do like to drink from the teat of life, this seems the perfect opportunity. Have you passed it by Uso or," he raised and flapped a hand downward, "no need?"
"Uso generally isn't interested in how things get done, I've tended to just offer solutions as they present themselves," Candon replied.
"Well I know a guy," Akemi sai in a low voice. "That has given me a surplus supply of giantess cow DNA in amber from long before Nepleslia was settled. What do you think about that? We need a discreet location for an research and development team and I think your station is the perfect fit. Do you see where I am going with this? I want to revive the giantess cow women of Nepleslia's history! This will be a plan to change the sector as a whole for the rest of history!!"
Akemi was really worked up while Masumi looked down at her own breasts in between sipping her drink. The science-minded side of her personality had seemed to be shadowed by the doubts that giantess cow women really lived on Nepleslia and then were eaten to extinction by tiny men that seemed to grow larger after feasting for centuries on the meat.
"Hang on, Akemi. You're not actually asking me to help you make some kind of slave supply out of ancient DNA?" Candon asked, assuming the man's intentions to be... well, it's Akemi.
"I have girls work for me all the time. We would create them at, say, 18 years old and give them the option of working for you for a few years or working between your place and mine. All of the girls will be utilized to their full dairy potential, but it just depends if they will want some side money. What do you think my dude," asked Akemi as he leaned back and brought his feet underneath his bum on the overplush sofa chair he was on.
Candon took a long pull from his drink, somewhat uncomfortable by the concept. It was an idea, one with many applications. But just the idea of creating life to subject it to a narrow future was... familiar, actually. He looked over to his love, also the product of the Yamataian war machine.
"You know what, I think I like that idea," he finally agreed, "even if it's not the best life it's one they wouldn't have without us. I can set up a lab on the station in one of the off-limits areas."
"I will need entire living areas and milking pens for these creatures, but you would get to sell the dairy products to those I know in the Kikyo Sector and those on 188604. Think about it." Akemi said it again as he looked away towards the rest of the room, "Think about it."
"I think fast, my friend. I want these girls to be treated like any other person. I'll make sure they have living space and work up there. I also want them to be educated, that I might have trouble paying for until we make some returns."
"I want this whole planet to have that. Let's see about these beginning ventures and then get into specifics about living conditions, rights, etcetera." Akemi brought his hands up and said, "I think this lovely lady can seat you now."
The long black haired Neko walked himself to Masumi's side and picked up her hand to kiss it, though the scientist took her hand away too quickly to be kissed and scooted into Candon's lap before realizing they needed to depart this loveseat. After Akemi had left, they were moved in favor of a booth that sat them on opposite sides of a table of deep russet wood with a small lamp on the wall and a bell to ring for service. A drape was pulled around them and they were soon very much alone.
Masumi stretched her shoulders and her chest squeezed together as she kept her hands in her lap. "Well, that was interesting..."
Candon stared at the distraction, nor even attempting to hide. He'd made his approval of the dress far too clear. Snapping to attention he commented on the recent conversation. "Most of our conversations have been that awkward. What do you think about it? About bringing a species back to life?"
Masumi had been thinking about it that way, in the way where this could be a grand way to spend her time and energy, delving into something her mind was made for and enjoying it fully. She was used to beakers and chemistry, genetics, and xenology. She had never specialized, so perhaps this was the time, but something held her back.
"Candon..." Masumi began, then stopped short.
Caution began to tap Candon's shoulder, he had anticipated some hesitation from Masumi. Her shyness and the awkwardness of the endeavor were bound to cause concern. He reached out his hand for her to hold, "I know it's bizarre, I really want your opinion. Good or bad."
Masumi was keeping to herself her reservations and her excitement, in kind. She didn't want to do a project that would lack the funding of a Star Army of Yamatai one like she was used to, but she was ready to get back in a lab coat, despite enjoying the dates and fleet fights they had been up to recently.
She told him honestly, "I will get to work on it right away, but Candon...?"
"Yes, that is me," Candon teased gently, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
Masumi tried to hide a smile, "Can we try to use a back room tonight?"
Candon paused for a moment, not quite sure how to take that. She obviously wasn't talking about science. "What's In the back room?" he asked naively.
"Well, it's where we could be," Masumi said, remembering the back rooms she had been in at the last, more seedy, Akemi's. She didn't know if she was ready for those back rooms, but something about this restaurant's she felt like she could trust a bit more.
As it was brought up, there came a rap at the front of the curtain that had been lowered. It was on the seat of the booth and a little voice chimed, "Anyone home?"
Masumi's sapphire eyes darted to Candon and her body tensed slightly before she telepathically asked him, "What should I get? What should we get?"
Candon pushed the back room out of his mind for the immediate moment as he looked at the menu again. He felt weird about ordering a burger after the business they'd just conducted but it was their signature item at Akemi's.
Ordering for two looked like it was as easy as getting any one burger. "These sandwiches are huge," he stated as he looked up to her thin waist, "how hungry are you?"
She gave a demure laugh aloud and told him telepathically, "Not very, my mind is on what comes after food. I'll have one with you, though, Candon." Aloud, she said, "I like to share with you."
"We'll get the Akemi burger with fries and drink- wait, we have drinks. Just the burger should do it," he ordered, then whispered to Masumi, "I don't want to get cramped again," to which Masumi laughed at a little more emphatically than the last time.
"Neither do I," she said, putting her hand on his on the matte, red-hued wood table. The waitress was soon gone but only as she was leaving did Masumi notice she had been in the complete nude.
"Should I walk around like it's the power armor bay of the Eucharis?" Masumi asked Candon. "Since they get to, maybe I should, too?" Her tone had a questioning lilt to it that verged on sarcasm.
Candon laughed quietly, trying to be discrete. "You know, I had to try hard to not look at you while getting into my Mindy?" He informed her, not wanting to answer either yes or no, "all limbs being inside the armor is important when it closes."
Masumi had begun to hide her blush behind her hand, then she grew quiet and had no words as her hands lowered and she breathed out, "Oh my gosh, Okinirii!" Imagining that other 'limb' when they had only been roommates gave her feelings of hope and joy; remembering that she had once been so far from him while being right with him helped her put into perspective how close two people could grow to be together.
"Okinirii..." she liked the new nickname for her pet, her favorite. He had once been her teacher, now in some way -albeit not physically or mentally- she was his. And he, of course, was her favorite pet. She thought to show it by picking up his hand and gingerly kissing it. "I never tried not to look at you. Perhaps that is why I have so much," she coughed stiffly and didn't finish her sentence.
"And I guess that's why I struggle to keep up, my Shoyū-sha," Candon chimed in, "I wish we could have started sooner on Eucharis but it's nice being able to be able to make our own schedule now… how did youv know there is a back room here?"
"If I'm a 'cat' like the Neps say Nekos are, then doesn't it make sense I'd know my way around a cat house?" Masumi asked with a sly smile. "I am happy with when we started, Okinirii. I am happy with having known you long enough to know I wanted to know more."
Candon's suspicion had been rewarded by the first 'sly' face he'd ever seen her make, a strangely provocative little smile. He was lucky and he knew it, he was only the pet at this table now as she claimed her happiness, the same happiness he also felt. Despite the fact that the fully nude waitress had only just left with the order Candon was feeling impatient as dinner was becoming only an obstacle to their passion. Tension welled up inside of him, the table was keeping him too far from Masumi.
Candon stood up and stepped around the booth to the seat his lady shared, "it was too far," he claimed as he began stroking her long beautiful pink hair.
"I couldn't agree more," Masumi said in a quiet, strained voice. Her soft blue eyes closed and her head rolled back on her neck as she felt his closeness, his proximity, his being beside her.
The softness of her hair was infinitely fascinating to her pet who began stroking her back through a cascade of hair. He counted every rib, the spaces between each vertebrae as his other hand explored her lap and belly, leaning towards her to kiss her cheek.
The shivers, the goosebumps, the trembles- they were all the last thing that Masumi was noticing about herself while she was instead noticing everything there was to possibly notice about the man she knew as her only lover. His fingertips against her most sensitve parts left her gasping slightly as her head bent back and she felt as if completely overtaken with the feelings, as if being brought gently into a bath of warm water she never wanted to leave.
She gave a slight and quiet almost moan and she turned her head, eyes still closed but ready to open to look into Candon's. She didn't know how he would respond and she liked that at this point in their relationship. etc
"No worries," came a voice.
Masumi asked, "Huh?"
The person behind them said, "Burger...?"
"That's us," Candon claimed the burger, hands frozen on Masumi where they'd been before the interruption, "can you leave us a knife?"
"Certainly," she answered, "is there anything else I can get you?"
"I think we're good," Candon speculated then asked Masumi, "did you need anything, babe?"
"Babe," Masumi repeated his word while the corners of her lips tried to hide a smile that she didn't want to show. The waitress only had to go a few steps over to get a serated steak knife for which Candon could neatly cut their hefty eight person burger.
Oshiro Masumi was still reacting to Candon being Candon and calling her what he called her. There was being called 'Sumi and Shoyū-sha which took the breath out of her overwhelming chest and were names that she had never expected but now loved. Then there were names that she had heard in labs, at school, on the crimson winged Plumeria, as well. They always made her want to hide a smile that she thought she shouldn't have when she heard them.
The waitress was soon away and while Candon got acquainted with the cutlery before diving in, Masumi's head fell on Candon's shoulder closest to her and put a deep sienne-skinned hand on his thigh while she looked up at Candon's chiseled jaw and clean-shaven cheeks.
Candon just smiled as he cut the burger into quarters with Masumi's touch. He couldn't help but wonder if a person could possibly eat the pizza-sizedsandwich burger. Each quarter was about the size of the average big burger that generally left him with leftovers. It gave him a fairly immature idea for a tease.
"I'll bet you can't eat half this burger," he stared, sounding somewhat juvenile.
"I don't take bets" Masumi said as she moved her napkin and plate around to her liking, "that I can't cash."
Balancing one of the quarter burgers between the knife and his thumb Candon filled her plate, the smaller extra plate restaurants bring for sharing, which was just the right save for the sliver of the sandwich-like burger. Its juicy deep crimson beef was cooked medium rare so that it didn't leak juices but was not to even be considered close to dry. A thick layer of cheese that was so melted it looked like it could have been a specially crafted sauce oozed down the sides of it while the tomatoe's seeds dropped to the bottom of both plates underneath the tomatoe's assorted butter lettuce hat. The potato buns were perfectly round, seedless, and toasted. They faded from golden brown on top to a light beige at the bottom edges. Of course there were sauces on the insides of the bun that are said to only be known Akemi himself knew the recipe to and coule reproduce.
After the first bite and a few soft bites into the melt-in-your-mouth creation, Masumi smiled and she finished chewing and swallowed before taking a long pull from her drink to wash it down properly, after which she smiled wider.
She bumped his shoulder gently when she saw he had finished his first bite and she asked, "Enjoying it?"
"Definitely," admitted. It had immediately become his favorite burger and he could see why restaurant had spread so quickly. "But not nearly as much as you enjoyed it," he added nonchalantly with a sly grin, alluding to the look of bliss she hadn't realized she was making while chewing, "should I be jealous?"
"It depends," Masumi said as she raised her napkin and gingerly began wiping the small but still present grease from her fingertips. "Are you as cute when you're jealous as you are now?" She tried to hide a smile with something of a frown but found she couldn't help but look at him that way. "Because if you look any more hot I really am going to have to show you the back rooms."
"Okay, now I'm jealous," he declared with a blush, dropping the Burger onto his plate, "how do you know about these back rooms? Did you stop here for lunch or something?" He wasn't angry, as his smile betrayed. Confusion of how he missed a detail she found so obvious was killing him.
"I was..." Masumi began, feeling a little guilty at having had done something that had the potential to be so intimate and yet was so fun she couldn't help but want to tell him. Her smile was bright finally as she decided how to phrase it, then she opened her mouth.
"Hallo!" came a voice next to their table.
Masumi ducked her head a little in an embarrassed way and stifled a stiff intake of breath that edged on a giggle.
It was Akemi, dressed in jodphurs and equestrian riding clothing and half-chaps while he tipped a black, round, velvet helmet.
"Damn, Akemi!" Candon shouted, startled after having his attention set fully on Masumi. Looking the man over he shook his head, "if there's a herd of Cattle Women rustled up out there I'll have to report you to the sheriff."
The dark skinned scientist wrapped an arm around Candon as she whispered, "He might just tell you if you ask..."
Akemi gave a light chuckle as he heard mention of being reported and he pointed out Masumi with a quick flip of a wrist, "No sooner than she'll report me to the health board."
"We have a Health Board?" Candon asked, still confused, "Masumi isn't... what?"
Masumi's cheeks reddened as her story was unfurled before her boyfriend's eyes, "That's the basis of it. I went to one near the university one night. I met Akemi for the first time there when I..." she looked to Akemi, who waved his hand in the air just a bit to gesture for her to go on while a waitress came behind him and took their plates away. "Well, I told him I was a part of the health board and I," she coughed in embarrassment and looked to Candon with a curious smile, "I saw all of the back rooms."
Akemi was sure to ask her while he bent at the hips a little and put both balled fists on either side of his torso, "And did you do anything else?"
Masumi had turned to Akemi, but she turned back to him and smiled so wide her eyes closed and she said simply, "No."
"No," Akemi said in what he considered to be Masumi's own voice while tilting his head one way and another so that his long hair fell down this way and that.
"But.. why?" Candon asked incredulously. "Wait, I know, it's because I'm-" he paused on account of Akemi, and proceeded telepathically, "is my body, right? I'm not- you know... Saiga?"
His despair was painted all over him as he took hold of her hand. He felt like he'd failed to please the woman he loved, the only woman he loved.
Masumi's facial expression changed and she grew a bit less blaze(sp) and a tone of seriousness entered her voice as she said telepathically, "I made a mistake going in..."
"But why would you want to return?" Candon telepathically begged.
Always honest with him and always hopeful she'll be saying the right thing while she is genuine, Masumi was at a loss for words. She didn't know how to tell him she wanted to see if there would be a way for them to enjoy one another's company in a way she had never thought to try until walking through those doors.
"I can tell," Masumi finally said, a bit lost but still able to recognize her boyfriend's needs, "you don't want to be here, I'm sorry. I only came back because—" her inner thoughts became a sea of troubles and she cut herself off. "I wanted to see what you thought about it."
Candon could finally see what was going on, albeit not a full picture but a glimpse. What would most people think about it? "Well, I guess I don't really know what to think of it," he admitted after a moment of thought, "I guess I haven't seen as much of it as you have."
Akemi seemed to be talking over their telepathic conversation but neither paid him much mind until Candon's words came and her eyes flickered to him and then to Candon, where they stayed despite the distracting restauranteur.
Akemi took that flickering of the eyes as a signal and clapped his hands excitedly, grabbing attention.
"I do have a request of the both of you, what with you being trust-worthy. As individuals of instituitions beyond reproach, I know I can come to you with this query."
"This should be good. Hang on, I need a second," Candon excused as he drained his tall glass of Long Island Iced Tea, "all right, I'm ready. What's up?"
Walking down the walkway between tables and chairs, Akemi began asking a volley of questions directed at Candon as Masumi hung back and listened from behind her partner.
"I want to ask," Akemi began, "do you only do work in order to garner information that is ..." he trailed off and gave Candon a wink as he looked pointedly at him, "Uso-related."
"Not really," Candon answered, "actually considered leaving the army. I accomplish more on my own."
"What makes you," Akemi said, getting pleased with the turn of the conversation. He absolutely adored leaving the army with a distinguished military career behind oneself only to do much, much, much better on one's own. He, of all people, would know. "I mean to ask, what other opportunities are you looking to utilize your time with," Akemi asked. "Becuase I have multiple openings for someone to make a quick pile of them Belflowers. But," Akemi added, "that being said, "I do have one that is close to the heart and if you couldn't answer such a blatantly vague and ambiguous couple of questions, I would understand."
Akemi looked attentively at Candon as he turned his back to a room's entrance that was guarded by two apparently fresh batch ID-SOL bodyguards and women that lounger in the crooks of their gargantuan arms. The door opened automatically and he raised his brows before pausing at the entrance.
"As long as nothing is classified, I'm still protecting my country. Even this far out," Candon claimed.
"Well, see," Akemi said as he made his way into the room with the ID-SOL bodyguards and the black-haired, crimson-eyed Neko propped his boots up on a table to begin tucking his pants back into the half-chaps. "I have a few friends a few places that get into trouble once in a while. I'd be willing to get them out of trouble once when I can and when they ask. Well, one of my friends have asked and I'm wondering if I can."
"Me too, I guess it depends on who it is and where they are," Candon nodded as Masumi pulled gently on his hand and sat down with him on a chaise lounge on the opposite side of the table from where Akemi had only previously been fixing both his jodhpurs and half-chaps.
"What about an Iroma privateer on the edge or the Astral Cluster that needs you to go in to Iruotl to get..." Akemi trailed off, then added, "Wait, you wouldn't be interested, would you?"
"I hear Iruotl is nice this time of year- or their year.. planetary cycle," Candon stumbled through his statement, "are they in the custody of an authority, or just some nobody's?"
"I think you're underestimating the people that I deal with." Akemi sat down and looked to Masumi, asking her, "Would you think I am dealing with people that cannot hold their own against whatever life throws at them? No, they are in nobody's custody and a jailbreak is far from the last thing I would ask a SAINT and a scientist do one their own. This matter is a bit more delicate," he said, steepling his hands and putting them over his crossed legs.
Not knowing but willing to play with the notion, Masumi whispered to Candon, "I think it's time for desert."
Candon smiled to Masumi as he stroked his hand over her back, settling on her hip. She leaned into his arm and rested herself against his body gently.
"I'll help you out, Akemi. But I knew to know the details. I can guarantee total privacy of this Information," he promised, "who grabbed your people?"
"My people grabbed my people," Akemi told him and looked to Masumi, "A lot like you want to be doing to him right about now." Masumi gave a little gasp as her pink brows went up onto her forehead and then she wondered aloud.
"What do you need from us, then?" the scientist's voice was soft and quiet.
Akemi leaned in to hear her and then pushed back against his knees to lounge once more. "Your Fourth Great Elysian war stunt has left them running for their lives in some far flung part of the West... Don't worry, Ragnarok is on it. From you, I need their contracts with the Astral Commonwealth to be met by doing a grab and go on some rebels. I'd need you to pilot a pair of mecha in."
"Oh, well that's different," Candon expressed, tenderly massaging his girlfriend's waist, "I'm not exactly a mecha pilot, though. I'm guessing this is a little more sensitive than a hired pilot can do?"
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"Yes," Candon answered plainly.
"Heh," Akemi laughed a little, "I need you to go in to this rebel compound that happens to have a lot going on for it. You know what I mean?"
"I'll do this for you, Akemi. I need to ask a favor while I'm here, one that might take me a while to pay back but will hopefully save the USO one day," Candon explained, "Apparently Uso gave Section 6 the duty of protecting her. I have talked to Director Jack Pine and I still have no idea what exactly they are to the USO," Candon said.
"So naturally I don't see them as being competent of handling the kind of hidden nation crippling threats I do. Now we have fleets and gunmen, so I'm concerned about our readiness to deal with assassination, blackmail, traitors, you know what I'm talking about. What I need is the way of gathering intelligence that can help us counter these types of attacks. I don't know anyone else here who has as much influence over the people of the planet as you, can you do this?"
"You want me to do something fun for you and call it a favor?" Akemi asked, moving his shoulders one way and another as he got excited, "What should I call my network?"
"I don't know, PartyLine?" Candon offered, his massaging hand creeping lower onto Masumi's hip, "oh, you wanted that rebel compound eliminated or just the product stolen?"
"I like it, I like it," Akemi said and moved his hands against his thighs and slid them up and down. "There's a compound, that's right. The coordinates are all I can give you until you arrive. The Commonwealth needs this, do you understand, though?" Akemi asked. "It's legitimate. They needed Aashi because of some reason or other and, now, I want you to deal with it so she doesn't lose her contract. Of course, I would be outfitting you in top-of-the-line equipment that you can walk our the door with and will start up an investigatory network around our pal."
"I can handle this, it's just a another target," Candon accepted, then paused, "Shoyū-sha, are you comfortable with this?"
Masumi put her ear on Candon's shoulder and nodded as best she could, smiling. "With you, I am always comfortable, Okiniiri."
Akemi noticed this affection and spread his horse-riding pants wide to lean back a bit further and he asked, "What else are you comfortable with?"
There was a small laugh from Masumi as she looked up at Candon. "Anything, Okiniiri?"
Candon cringed a half smile, Akemi still creeped him out to a degree. "Maybe anything with you... and not other people who might be asking?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her back and under her bust, obviously referring towards Akemi's vague allusion. The scientist's pink brows slightly adjusted a bit as Masumi began to feel her breathing shift and all of a sudden a back room and limo were beginning to look better than this loveseat they found themselves in.
"If that's all...?" Masumi said, putting a hand on Candon's free hand and moved it so that she could get up.
"I think so," Candon agreed, telepathically sending his contact Information to Akemi as he left the seat with Masumi, obviously on the same page as his companion. "You can send us the specifics later... where are theses back rooms?"
Akemi pulled a pair of black Emrys Uno Sunglasses from the inside of his billowy white shirt, exposing his hairless and lithe chest for more than a few moments. Then he threw them in the air and the Neko was able to, despite her want and lust overcoming her, catch them flying at her and threw a hand up to receive the pair of carbon fiber framed and networked sunglasses of a fosy, cut design that was atypical of the rounded or squared frames Masumi had seen.
"Arigatou, Akemi-san," Masumi murmured as she tucked the pair into her hand and with the other, held Candon's and pulled him to the limo as he signaled the limo to arrive.
Sparkling overhead, stars twinkled in and out of visibility when Masumi rolled her head back to look up at the sky. She was getting outside of the Na-T4B while she looked and then her sapphire eyes fell to look at her step as she got out of the fighter.
She wore a creamy pink sleeveless, skin-tight dress that ended ten inches below her hips and had a fabric choker collar that allowed for a cutout the shape of an upside down triangle that revealed two overlarge breasts that seemed ready to be removed from being covered very soon. Black, strappy, and spiked heels complimeted the look perfectly. Carrying nothing more than a Little Killer, which her volumetric projections made appear as if not there at all.
She walked around the ship on steady heeled feet to link up her arm with Candon's.
Candon stepped out of the shuttle dressed in a black suit, not tuxedo, with a silvery shirt under a black necktie. His NSP slept silently in its holster beneath his left shoulder.
"Have I told you that dress gives me good ideas?" he asked for the third time since seeing it as he locked arms with her.
"It's the bad ideas I give you that I want to know about tonight," Masumi said as the pair walked away from the Na-T4B and off the tarmac. Still holding on to her boyfriend, the dark-skinned and bright eyed scientist turned to him and asked half-teasingly, "Unless you never get bad ideas?"
"Bad is a matter of perspective," Candon flirted philosophically, "I thought we had the best ideas."
Candon opened the back door of the parked Big Cat limo invitingly for his escort. Behind them the shuttle closed. Masumi unlinked with Candon with an inquisitive look and a question.
"Is this where we're going to come up with those ideas of ours?" the Neko turned her cheek away from him and got into the limo, gliding in quietly and crossing her legs before speaking again. "Because I have no problem with that."
Candon climbed in behind Masumi and taking a seat, never once looking away from his pink lady.
"The restaurant is about a half hour from us," Candon answered as he closed the door, "I'm sure we can think of something."
"I think we can, too," Masumi said and her hand made its way to his thigh while her head went to his shoulder. She spoke as the autopilot began moving the Big Cat away from where the Na-T4B had landed and to the restaurant. Masumi's legs, almost all of which were showing and shimmered faintly in the dark lighting of the limo's interior, uncrossed and spread marginally.
She turned her head up and continued the trend they had set for the night by asking Candon, "Which head are you going to think with for this half an hour ride?"
Candon's face flushed red. "I just can't take you anywhere in public," he stated telepathically cued the two center chairs to rotate. Facing each other Candon left his seat and kneeled in the aisle between the two chairs while Masumi's legs parted further. Placing his hands firmly on each of her thighs he began pushing them under the skirt of her dress, watching her eyes the entire time, waiting for the spark he thrilled himself to find each time.
After an initial intake of breath at the sight of her lover nearly between her legs made her heart beat just a little bit faster than a Neko's and her lungs needed just that much more air to cope with the feelings of involuntary lust and extraordinary desire.
Her eyes began moving away from Candon's as she looked at the ceiling for a moment, feeling the soft pressure of the ridges of his hand, which made her body look more appealing to her than ever. Just as powerful as her own need was the want to see Candon's satiated. She wanted the feeling of Candon enjoying her, the feeling of him being there with her, once more.
The pink-haired Neko whined out, realizing she wouldn't get to see him if he pleasured her first and her legs seemed to clamp on Candon and she shook her head.
"What's wrong?" he whispered as he pulled his hands from her thighs, leaning further towards her to the point his muscled abs pushed against her knees. In the back of his mind he couldn't arrive at a conclusion, though he wouldn't stop. His hands found new residence around her waist as he worked upwards toward the overt presentation of her dress.
Her pink lips moved back as her teeth bit the center of her bottom lip and Masumi made a soft, muffled whine as his hands moved upwards. Her hands almost furtively moved to his pair of suit's pants, and she finally let loose the breath she had begun holding to speak passionately, slowly, and with a fervor all her own.
“Can…” Masumi began by saying the first part of his name, then another small whine came from her before she could go on that was followed by a sharp intake of breath once more, she said, “I want you on top of me..." She had unbuckled his belt and slid the button on his pants off. "Inside of me..." She was pulling down his pants and nearly finished with it while she added, "I want to be around you, Love..." Her hands were on his boxer briefs and slid them down where his pants were around his ankles. "Do you want those things?"
"Only with you," he answered with shaky, passionate words. Masumi looked surprised and a little awe-struck at his statement, caught in the act of putting her hands on either of Candon's athletic hips, unmoving for a moment as she watched him with her pale blue eyes.
Candon pushed the seats armrest up as he rolled onto the floor with Masumi in tow. Because she was buxom in the chest only and lean and lithe everywhere else, Masumi was easy to pull around by the shoulder while her legs moved independently. She let them each find one place next to each of his thighs. She sat up and away from him with her torso while one palm rested on his sternum.
"Only with you too," Masumi said, looking on him with a stoicism in her decision. She went on, "I love you," she said, emotion welling in her eyes. "I'm really happy to love you, Candon. I always will be."
"Oh, 'Sumi," his heart leapt, body tensing with lust. He'd heard it so many times but it had never lost the rush of excitement that followed. Candon eyed the devine goddess sitting atop himself desirously, groping her thighs as high as they went with only a single thought to describe her majesty:
私の所有者
"Watashi no shoyū-sha," the defeated warrior resigned himself to her. His words, My owner.
Feeling his fingertips moving on her, his mount couldn't ask for anything more in that moment. And then he spoke and her body felt drawn to his further while she placed a hand on his and guided it up, towards her chest where the opening in her soft pink dress's top showed her bare skin in a low V. She had made it possible for him to feel her heart beating as closely as possible. As she inhaled, her breast pushed into his palm and her eyes grew hooded, thinking of him, only:
お気に入り
"If that is what," Masumi said, "I am to you..." Another rapid inhale and she was pulling her hips up, away from him. "Watashi no okiniiri," she said in Yamataigo and then in Trade with an air of light playfulness, "You are my favorite pet I could own." With that she had put one hand down to guide the two of them together.
Candon's free hand moved to massage Masumi's well endowed derriere while the hand over her heart began doing similar, each heavily disrupting the meager modesty of her tight fitting dress as she settled on top of his chest.
The playing of two powerful beings such as these had the expected potential of creating forces damaging to most materials. With enough recent experience to know how adrenaline and massive strength interacted the two would demonstrate admirable restraint as they kissed deeply and passionately, mindful of the fact that they were going to be in a formal restaurant soon.
Masumi's heart hurt with hope for the next moment and passion for the one that she was in at the current moment, as well as a lust to continue what the past few moments had given her.
As the hover car continued on its way to the restaurant Candon's communicator rang with the restaurant's call. "Wait, wait," he whispered to Masumi as he telepathically answered the call. "Damn. It's the restaurant. They're out of dairy ingredients. That was the only place besides Akemi's that's still serving decent food until the supply ships return. Do you want to try anyways or wait?"
"That... Place?" Masumi squeaked. "We can try Akemi's."
Candon's brow rose ever so slightly. The response was odd, almost negative but somehow positive. "I don't know," he said reluctantly, clearly remembering how uncomfortable the owner made him, "I heard some weird things happen in that place. The fighter pilots with the Mission Fleet said it was like a- a... well, they claim the waiters aren't fully dressed."
Masumi found the words while she grappled with the indecision before looking to Candon and saying, "I'm happy to go there..." Masumi bit her lip and thought on her past times in Osman Cty, "But this is not the first time I have heard people on this planet talking about not having much dairy." Masumi put a hand to Candon's chest and lifted herself up and off of him, one leg moving away from its position to go over his legs and to the other side of him.
She bent down and kissed gently far below his belly button before pulling his boxer briefs back onto him, continuing by saying, "I think the nicest one in town is just around the corner. Unless we should tell the autopilot to take us once around the block?"
Her blue eyes sparkled as she paused in pulling his pants back towards him, which she had begun to do by pulling the slacks up. Her own dress needed to be pulled to cover some decidedly exposed parts and as she had begun to help him become more put together, she was showing off more than she knew.
Sitting up Candon just stared into her sparkling eyes. It was similar to the sparkling he'd seen dozens of times now. She wanted to go. While he couldn't imagine why he certainly wanted to know. "Okay, let's go to Akemi's," he consented, "but once around the block to fix ourselves."
He reached into her tight dress again but this time to restore order to her bosom, fishing the over large assets into the undersized method of confinement she'd chosen to wear. With a degree of manipulation he managed to cover just enough pink flesh to pass as appropriate.
With a gentle downward tug on the sides of her dress's bottom half coverage of her blindside was restored, but at the critical expense of coverage in the top. Back and forth adjustments were made as Candon made a game of it. Masumi's loose, curled, bubblegum pink hair fell down towards the floor as she tilted her head. Her cotton candy haired head rolled around slowly as Candon worked on perfecting her attire in a way that was methodical, careful, and -to Masumi- all the more sexy.
"You do know this will only make things more difficult on us later," Masumi said, thinking to when the two of them would need to be in public in mere minutes. "Who doesn't like a challenge?" he answered, still rubbing her waist to smooth out any wrinkles in the dress.
"We're foolish not to finish ourselves off now," her pink eyebrows adjusted above her eyes a few times as she made eye contact with him. "We need calories to burn or we'll tire out quicker," he answered once more unnecessarily adjusting her ample bosom again.
While completing the re-clothing of Candon for him, she added, "This torturous side to you is new, Okiniiri." She became serious as she fixed his collar and looked at him with a vulnerable, open look. "My favorite."
She licked her lips and bit her tongue before pushing forward and got close to him once more. Her wet lips opened Candon's own. She felt her tongue move into him of its own volition before demurely retreated back to her own and she loosened her lips' interlocking motion with his while skimming the tip of her tongue against his lip.
She broke off the kiss and tucked her head underneath Candon's chin while saying, "I will never be done kissing you, Candon." She moved her head back up to look at him and opened her mouth to speak once before there was a pause in the limo's time getting through the I'ee built streets of Osman City.
"I guess we're here," she said and then looked to Candon hesitantly before getting out of the Big Cat and onto the pathway leading to Akemi's. Linking arms with his beautiful girlfriend Candon telepathically sent the car away to eventually park in a safe location.
When they were inside, the front hallway had black framed portraits of a raven haired red eyed Neko both of them had the chances of meeting with side-pieces of potted peace lilies every three feet. The walkway was glossy and deep burgundy while the walls looked to be rivoted padded black leather until they were brought into a main room where they could see that the part of the left side they could see had a white lattice-work ceiling with a black ceiling above the lattice work from which many bulbous glass orb lights were hung down from.
There was a staircase that was slotted and glassy and easy to see the kitchen on the other side of where the chefs worked mercilessly to create the perfect New Yamataian cuisine. The staircase apparently led to a rooftop lounge as the night sky could be seen if one looked in the direction of the staircase's top.
The right side of the room had hanging bamboo with a pair of crossed naginata polearms on the far wall. Between them and the polearms on the wall were several large and small tables and on the wall itself were booths for more personal seating, where they would soon be sat, but first, they had to be told to wait.
And, of course, throughout the room were women of all races and species, all dressed in black sleeveless dresses that were barely there.
"We will have you seated at the bar, now," the hostess, dressed less scantily clad, said. She guided them to the left of the central angular staircase where they could more clearly make out the bar, which was a glass top with swimming koi fish directly underneath it in blue-hued water. A few people sat at the bar right now, though it wasn't too crowded to the point where elbows bumped. Far inside to the left-most corner was a dance floor where a few couples moved to the music playing over the innocuous sound system of the Akemi's restaraunt. The hostess set down drink menus and left them to sit on their own.
Taking a seat at the bar Candon could see clearly that business was doing well for Akemi, a man so modest that the profits from Akemi's restaurants never saw the inside of his own bank account. It wasn't necessarily common knowledge, but for someone with SAINT clearance, it was readily aaceible if he had the thought to find out. Perhaps SAINT was also beginning to have more and more reason to thoroughly nitpick that file as the Akemi's name became one synonymous with more than just burgers and babes. It was becoming known for the things one wouldn't and would expect. It was becoming synonymous with everything if one looked at his list of accomplishments. Though, looking up the lists holds no flame to hearing him tell you yourself.
So, by grace of luck, when their drinks were handed to them they would see above them through the slotted stairs, a man in all black t-shirt, jeans, and belt with some simple tennis shoes came down the steps with his hands in his pockets, black hair fanning out behind him. He was forced to pause a few times as girls and passerby that knew him and he was always sure to get people smiling. Despite that, though, Akemi looked like he was on a mission of some kind as he stepped dow the stairs and behind them.
"You've come a long ways since we last met," Candon said as he turned in his seat to face Akemi, "I'm still not joining a porno." He smiled as he offered his hand. "How are things?"
Akemi looked like he was a little peeved to be stopped, then his crimson eyes twinkled as he looked over Candon's shoulder to Masumi. She put a hand on his shoulder as she sidled her body behind Candon's. Akemi had begun to walk and talk and the two couldn't help but follow him as he did, away from the bar. The restauranteur waved his hand at the bartender and made a sign that their tab was his tab.
"I don't expect you to," Akemi said, "But I always like to ask, you know? Makes a person feel good to have someone ask that and it is true, I would love to see you in the nude," Akemi said, putting on some dark ovular shades. He was taking them into the far flung left corner of the room that was behind the bar. The ceiling extended up and out to let the night sky burst through it and overhead a balcony for the rooftop lounge overlooked the city around them. "Or sucking me off."
Masumi guffawed and Akemi sat down in a plush overlarge, sandy seat and gestured for Masumi and Candon to sit at a love couch opposite him with their drinks.
"I hear they're finding you a table," Akemi said as he sat. "Have drinks with me before you sit, if you don't mind. I have propositions that include no cameras but sloppy seconds."
"In our current financial state, I'm all ears," Candon said relaxing into the two person seat, still distracted by his lover's dress.
"I've always wanted a SAINT operative to blindfold me and question me about my secrets to success while slowly falling for me and inevitably starts sucking me off until the only thing left for them to do is have their super hot GF finish by riding me on the chair I'm tied to but I don't think I'm willing to pay to be tortured...." Akemi said, almost giving Candon or Masumi the chance to speak before he want on, "As you may know I have restaurants, charities, a pop band, space ports in the Kikyo Sector and beyond, a racing team, Embassies, and the like. So, what can you do for me with one of those things or more?"
"I think that was a compliment," Candon told Masumi telepathically, then verbally addressed Akemi, "Alright, word on the street is that you're sending a space station way off the map to the West and that it's costing you dearly to import shipments even this far. As I stand currently, there's not too much I can help you with unless I can find a way to produce what you need right out here on 188. Currently it seems like your restaurant is one of the only ones still serving dairy products during this shortage and I'm sure that's expensive. I'd like to cash in on this shortage and frankly FSCorp needs it."
Taking a deep sip of his Long Island iced tea Candon resumed, "what I do have is space, and lots of it. Howard Station is nearly empty and for what I paid that is a huge amount of wasted potential. Unfortunately, the cost of either converting rooms to pastures, buying land and terraforming it to pasturage, and even hiring capable veterinarians would be completely bankrupting. So, if you can help me get dairy products on our shelves I can supply your culinary ventures out here with dramatically reduced shipping costs."
"You just want me to hook you up with my vendors or become the vendor?" Akemi asked as he kicked his feet up on a padded coffee table sized cube beside their inlet of lounge chairs.
"Become the vendor, the producer," Candon answered, "what we grow or harvest, or whatever you do with milk, if you can help me buy what I need cheaper I'll pass those savings back to you."
"Are you going to build this on the station?" Akemi asked, highly intrigued. "I do like to drink from the teat of life, this seems the perfect opportunity. Have you passed it by Uso or," he raised and flapped a hand downward, "no need?"
"Uso generally isn't interested in how things get done, I've tended to just offer solutions as they present themselves," Candon replied.
"Well I know a guy," Akemi sai in a low voice. "That has given me a surplus supply of giantess cow DNA in amber from long before Nepleslia was settled. What do you think about that? We need a discreet location for an research and development team and I think your station is the perfect fit. Do you see where I am going with this? I want to revive the giantess cow women of Nepleslia's history! This will be a plan to change the sector as a whole for the rest of history!!"
Akemi was really worked up while Masumi looked down at her own breasts in between sipping her drink. The science-minded side of her personality had seemed to be shadowed by the doubts that giantess cow women really lived on Nepleslia and then were eaten to extinction by tiny men that seemed to grow larger after feasting for centuries on the meat.
"Hang on, Akemi. You're not actually asking me to help you make some kind of slave supply out of ancient DNA?" Candon asked, assuming the man's intentions to be... well, it's Akemi.
"I have girls work for me all the time. We would create them at, say, 18 years old and give them the option of working for you for a few years or working between your place and mine. All of the girls will be utilized to their full dairy potential, but it just depends if they will want some side money. What do you think my dude," asked Akemi as he leaned back and brought his feet underneath his bum on the overplush sofa chair he was on.
Candon took a long pull from his drink, somewhat uncomfortable by the concept. It was an idea, one with many applications. But just the idea of creating life to subject it to a narrow future was... familiar, actually. He looked over to his love, also the product of the Yamataian war machine.
"You know what, I think I like that idea," he finally agreed, "even if it's not the best life it's one they wouldn't have without us. I can set up a lab on the station in one of the off-limits areas."
"I will need entire living areas and milking pens for these creatures, but you would get to sell the dairy products to those I know in the Kikyo Sector and those on 188604. Think about it." Akemi said it again as he looked away towards the rest of the room, "Think about it."
"I think fast, my friend. I want these girls to be treated like any other person. I'll make sure they have living space and work up there. I also want them to be educated, that I might have trouble paying for until we make some returns."
"I want this whole planet to have that. Let's see about these beginning ventures and then get into specifics about living conditions, rights, etcetera." Akemi brought his hands up and said, "I think this lovely lady can seat you now."
The long black haired Neko walked himself to Masumi's side and picked up her hand to kiss it, though the scientist took her hand away too quickly to be kissed and scooted into Candon's lap before realizing they needed to depart this loveseat. After Akemi had left, they were moved in favor of a booth that sat them on opposite sides of a table of deep russet wood with a small lamp on the wall and a bell to ring for service. A drape was pulled around them and they were soon very much alone.
Masumi stretched her shoulders and her chest squeezed together as she kept her hands in her lap. "Well, that was interesting..."
Candon stared at the distraction, nor even attempting to hide. He'd made his approval of the dress far too clear. Snapping to attention he commented on the recent conversation. "Most of our conversations have been that awkward. What do you think about it? About bringing a species back to life?"
Masumi had been thinking about it that way, in the way where this could be a grand way to spend her time and energy, delving into something her mind was made for and enjoying it fully. She was used to beakers and chemistry, genetics, and xenology. She had never specialized, so perhaps this was the time, but something held her back.
"Candon..." Masumi began, then stopped short.
Caution began to tap Candon's shoulder, he had anticipated some hesitation from Masumi. Her shyness and the awkwardness of the endeavor were bound to cause concern. He reached out his hand for her to hold, "I know it's bizarre, I really want your opinion. Good or bad."
Masumi was keeping to herself her reservations and her excitement, in kind. She didn't want to do a project that would lack the funding of a Star Army of Yamatai one like she was used to, but she was ready to get back in a lab coat, despite enjoying the dates and fleet fights they had been up to recently.
She told him honestly, "I will get to work on it right away, but Candon...?"
"Yes, that is me," Candon teased gently, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
Masumi tried to hide a smile, "Can we try to use a back room tonight?"
Candon paused for a moment, not quite sure how to take that. She obviously wasn't talking about science. "What's In the back room?" he asked naively.
"Well, it's where we could be," Masumi said, remembering the back rooms she had been in at the last, more seedy, Akemi's. She didn't know if she was ready for those back rooms, but something about this restaurant's she felt like she could trust a bit more.
As it was brought up, there came a rap at the front of the curtain that had been lowered. It was on the seat of the booth and a little voice chimed, "Anyone home?"
Masumi's sapphire eyes darted to Candon and her body tensed slightly before she telepathically asked him, "What should I get? What should we get?"
Candon pushed the back room out of his mind for the immediate moment as he looked at the menu again. He felt weird about ordering a burger after the business they'd just conducted but it was their signature item at Akemi's.
Ordering for two looked like it was as easy as getting any one burger. "These sandwiches are huge," he stated as he looked up to her thin waist, "how hungry are you?"
She gave a demure laugh aloud and told him telepathically, "Not very, my mind is on what comes after food. I'll have one with you, though, Candon." Aloud, she said, "I like to share with you."
"We'll get the Akemi burger with fries and drink- wait, we have drinks. Just the burger should do it," he ordered, then whispered to Masumi, "I don't want to get cramped again," to which Masumi laughed at a little more emphatically than the last time.
"Neither do I," she said, putting her hand on his on the matte, red-hued wood table. The waitress was soon gone but only as she was leaving did Masumi notice she had been in the complete nude.
"Should I walk around like it's the power armor bay of the Eucharis?" Masumi asked Candon. "Since they get to, maybe I should, too?" Her tone had a questioning lilt to it that verged on sarcasm.
Candon laughed quietly, trying to be discrete. "You know, I had to try hard to not look at you while getting into my Mindy?" He informed her, not wanting to answer either yes or no, "all limbs being inside the armor is important when it closes."
Masumi had begun to hide her blush behind her hand, then she grew quiet and had no words as her hands lowered and she breathed out, "Oh my gosh, Okinirii!" Imagining that other 'limb' when they had only been roommates gave her feelings of hope and joy; remembering that she had once been so far from him while being right with him helped her put into perspective how close two people could grow to be together.
"Okinirii..." she liked the new nickname for her pet, her favorite. He had once been her teacher, now in some way -albeit not physically or mentally- she was his. And he, of course, was her favorite pet. She thought to show it by picking up his hand and gingerly kissing it. "I never tried not to look at you. Perhaps that is why I have so much," she coughed stiffly and didn't finish her sentence.
"And I guess that's why I struggle to keep up, my Shoyū-sha," Candon chimed in, "I wish we could have started sooner on Eucharis but it's nice being able to be able to make our own schedule now… how did youv know there is a back room here?"
"If I'm a 'cat' like the Neps say Nekos are, then doesn't it make sense I'd know my way around a cat house?" Masumi asked with a sly smile. "I am happy with when we started, Okinirii. I am happy with having known you long enough to know I wanted to know more."
Candon's suspicion had been rewarded by the first 'sly' face he'd ever seen her make, a strangely provocative little smile. He was lucky and he knew it, he was only the pet at this table now as she claimed her happiness, the same happiness he also felt. Despite the fact that the fully nude waitress had only just left with the order Candon was feeling impatient as dinner was becoming only an obstacle to their passion. Tension welled up inside of him, the table was keeping him too far from Masumi.
Candon stood up and stepped around the booth to the seat his lady shared, "it was too far," he claimed as he began stroking her long beautiful pink hair.
"I couldn't agree more," Masumi said in a quiet, strained voice. Her soft blue eyes closed and her head rolled back on her neck as she felt his closeness, his proximity, his being beside her.
The softness of her hair was infinitely fascinating to her pet who began stroking her back through a cascade of hair. He counted every rib, the spaces between each vertebrae as his other hand explored her lap and belly, leaning towards her to kiss her cheek.
The shivers, the goosebumps, the trembles- they were all the last thing that Masumi was noticing about herself while she was instead noticing everything there was to possibly notice about the man she knew as her only lover. His fingertips against her most sensitve parts left her gasping slightly as her head bent back and she felt as if completely overtaken with the feelings, as if being brought gently into a bath of warm water she never wanted to leave.
She gave a slight and quiet almost moan and she turned her head, eyes still closed but ready to open to look into Candon's. She didn't know how he would respond and she liked that at this point in their relationship. etc
"No worries," came a voice.
Masumi asked, "Huh?"
The person behind them said, "Burger...?"
"That's us," Candon claimed the burger, hands frozen on Masumi where they'd been before the interruption, "can you leave us a knife?"
"Certainly," she answered, "is there anything else I can get you?"
"I think we're good," Candon speculated then asked Masumi, "did you need anything, babe?"
"Babe," Masumi repeated his word while the corners of her lips tried to hide a smile that she didn't want to show. The waitress only had to go a few steps over to get a serated steak knife for which Candon could neatly cut their hefty eight person burger.
Oshiro Masumi was still reacting to Candon being Candon and calling her what he called her. There was being called 'Sumi and Shoyū-sha which took the breath out of her overwhelming chest and were names that she had never expected but now loved. Then there were names that she had heard in labs, at school, on the crimson winged Plumeria, as well. They always made her want to hide a smile that she thought she shouldn't have when she heard them.
The waitress was soon away and while Candon got acquainted with the cutlery before diving in, Masumi's head fell on Candon's shoulder closest to her and put a deep sienne-skinned hand on his thigh while she looked up at Candon's chiseled jaw and clean-shaven cheeks.
Candon just smiled as he cut the burger into quarters with Masumi's touch. He couldn't help but wonder if a person could possibly eat the pizza-sized
"I'll bet you can't eat half this burger," he stared, sounding somewhat juvenile.
"I don't take bets" Masumi said as she moved her napkin and plate around to her liking, "that I can't cash."
Balancing one of the quarter burgers between the knife and his thumb Candon filled her plate, the smaller extra plate restaurants bring for sharing, which was just the right save for the sliver of the sandwich-like burger. Its juicy deep crimson beef was cooked medium rare so that it didn't leak juices but was not to even be considered close to dry. A thick layer of cheese that was so melted it looked like it could have been a specially crafted sauce oozed down the sides of it while the tomatoe's seeds dropped to the bottom of both plates underneath the tomatoe's assorted butter lettuce hat. The potato buns were perfectly round, seedless, and toasted. They faded from golden brown on top to a light beige at the bottom edges. Of course there were sauces on the insides of the bun that are said to only be known Akemi himself knew the recipe to and coule reproduce.
After the first bite and a few soft bites into the melt-in-your-mouth creation, Masumi smiled and she finished chewing and swallowed before taking a long pull from her drink to wash it down properly, after which she smiled wider.
She bumped his shoulder gently when she saw he had finished his first bite and she asked, "Enjoying it?"
"Definitely," admitted. It had immediately become his favorite burger and he could see why restaurant had spread so quickly. "But not nearly as much as you enjoyed it," he added nonchalantly with a sly grin, alluding to the look of bliss she hadn't realized she was making while chewing, "should I be jealous?"
"It depends," Masumi said as she raised her napkin and gingerly began wiping the small but still present grease from her fingertips. "Are you as cute when you're jealous as you are now?" She tried to hide a smile with something of a frown but found she couldn't help but look at him that way. "Because if you look any more hot I really am going to have to show you the back rooms."
"Okay, now I'm jealous," he declared with a blush, dropping the Burger onto his plate, "how do you know about these back rooms? Did you stop here for lunch or something?" He wasn't angry, as his smile betrayed. Confusion of how he missed a detail she found so obvious was killing him.
"I was..." Masumi began, feeling a little guilty at having had done something that had the potential to be so intimate and yet was so fun she couldn't help but want to tell him. Her smile was bright finally as she decided how to phrase it, then she opened her mouth.
"Hallo!" came a voice next to their table.
Masumi ducked her head a little in an embarrassed way and stifled a stiff intake of breath that edged on a giggle.
It was Akemi, dressed in jodphurs and equestrian riding clothing and half-chaps while he tipped a black, round, velvet helmet.
"Damn, Akemi!" Candon shouted, startled after having his attention set fully on Masumi. Looking the man over he shook his head, "if there's a herd of Cattle Women rustled up out there I'll have to report you to the sheriff."
The dark skinned scientist wrapped an arm around Candon as she whispered, "He might just tell you if you ask..."
Akemi gave a light chuckle as he heard mention of being reported and he pointed out Masumi with a quick flip of a wrist, "No sooner than she'll report me to the health board."
"We have a Health Board?" Candon asked, still confused, "Masumi isn't... what?"
Masumi's cheeks reddened as her story was unfurled before her boyfriend's eyes, "That's the basis of it. I went to one near the university one night. I met Akemi for the first time there when I..." she looked to Akemi, who waved his hand in the air just a bit to gesture for her to go on while a waitress came behind him and took their plates away. "Well, I told him I was a part of the health board and I," she coughed in embarrassment and looked to Candon with a curious smile, "I saw all of the back rooms."
Akemi was sure to ask her while he bent at the hips a little and put both balled fists on either side of his torso, "And did you do anything else?"
Masumi had turned to Akemi, but she turned back to him and smiled so wide her eyes closed and she said simply, "No."
"No," Akemi said in what he considered to be Masumi's own voice while tilting his head one way and another so that his long hair fell down this way and that.
"But.. why?" Candon asked incredulously. "Wait, I know, it's because I'm-" he paused on account of Akemi, and proceeded telepathically, "is my body, right? I'm not- you know... Saiga?"
His despair was painted all over him as he took hold of her hand. He felt like he'd failed to please the woman he loved, the only woman he loved.
Masumi's facial expression changed and she grew a bit less blaze(sp) and a tone of seriousness entered her voice as she said telepathically, "I made a mistake going in..."
"But why would you want to return?" Candon telepathically begged.
Always honest with him and always hopeful she'll be saying the right thing while she is genuine, Masumi was at a loss for words. She didn't know how to tell him she wanted to see if there would be a way for them to enjoy one another's company in a way she had never thought to try until walking through those doors.
"I can tell," Masumi finally said, a bit lost but still able to recognize her boyfriend's needs, "you don't want to be here, I'm sorry. I only came back because—" her inner thoughts became a sea of troubles and she cut herself off. "I wanted to see what you thought about it."
Candon could finally see what was going on, albeit not a full picture but a glimpse. What would most people think about it? "Well, I guess I don't really know what to think of it," he admitted after a moment of thought, "I guess I haven't seen as much of it as you have."
Akemi seemed to be talking over their telepathic conversation but neither paid him much mind until Candon's words came and her eyes flickered to him and then to Candon, where they stayed despite the distracting restauranteur.
Akemi took that flickering of the eyes as a signal and clapped his hands excitedly, grabbing attention.
"I do have a request of the both of you, what with you being trust-worthy. As individuals of instituitions beyond reproach, I know I can come to you with this query."
"This should be good. Hang on, I need a second," Candon excused as he drained his tall glass of Long Island Iced Tea, "all right, I'm ready. What's up?"
Walking down the walkway between tables and chairs, Akemi began asking a volley of questions directed at Candon as Masumi hung back and listened from behind her partner.
"I want to ask," Akemi began, "do you only do work in order to garner information that is ..." he trailed off and gave Candon a wink as he looked pointedly at him, "Uso-related."
"Not really," Candon answered, "actually considered leaving the army. I accomplish more on my own."
"What makes you," Akemi said, getting pleased with the turn of the conversation. He absolutely adored leaving the army with a distinguished military career behind oneself only to do much, much, much better on one's own. He, of all people, would know. "I mean to ask, what other opportunities are you looking to utilize your time with," Akemi asked. "Becuase I have multiple openings for someone to make a quick pile of them Belflowers. But," Akemi added, "that being said, "I do have one that is close to the heart and if you couldn't answer such a blatantly vague and ambiguous couple of questions, I would understand."
Akemi looked attentively at Candon as he turned his back to a room's entrance that was guarded by two apparently fresh batch ID-SOL bodyguards and women that lounger in the crooks of their gargantuan arms. The door opened automatically and he raised his brows before pausing at the entrance.
"As long as nothing is classified, I'm still protecting my country. Even this far out," Candon claimed.
"Well, see," Akemi said as he made his way into the room with the ID-SOL bodyguards and the black-haired, crimson-eyed Neko propped his boots up on a table to begin tucking his pants back into the half-chaps. "I have a few friends a few places that get into trouble once in a while. I'd be willing to get them out of trouble once when I can and when they ask. Well, one of my friends have asked and I'm wondering if I can."
"Me too, I guess it depends on who it is and where they are," Candon nodded as Masumi pulled gently on his hand and sat down with him on a chaise lounge on the opposite side of the table from where Akemi had only previously been fixing both his jodhpurs and half-chaps.
"What about an Iroma privateer on the edge or the Astral Cluster that needs you to go in to Iruotl to get..." Akemi trailed off, then added, "Wait, you wouldn't be interested, would you?"
"I hear Iruotl is nice this time of year- or their year.. planetary cycle," Candon stumbled through his statement, "are they in the custody of an authority, or just some nobody's?"
"I think you're underestimating the people that I deal with." Akemi sat down and looked to Masumi, asking her, "Would you think I am dealing with people that cannot hold their own against whatever life throws at them? No, they are in nobody's custody and a jailbreak is far from the last thing I would ask a SAINT and a scientist do one their own. This matter is a bit more delicate," he said, steepling his hands and putting them over his crossed legs.
Not knowing but willing to play with the notion, Masumi whispered to Candon, "I think it's time for desert."
Candon smiled to Masumi as he stroked his hand over her back, settling on her hip. She leaned into his arm and rested herself against his body gently.
"I'll help you out, Akemi. But I knew to know the details. I can guarantee total privacy of this Information," he promised, "who grabbed your people?"
"My people grabbed my people," Akemi told him and looked to Masumi, "A lot like you want to be doing to him right about now." Masumi gave a little gasp as her pink brows went up onto her forehead and then she wondered aloud.
"What do you need from us, then?" the scientist's voice was soft and quiet.
Akemi leaned in to hear her and then pushed back against his knees to lounge once more. "Your Fourth Great Elysian war stunt has left them running for their lives in some far flung part of the West... Don't worry, Ragnarok is on it. From you, I need their contracts with the Astral Commonwealth to be met by doing a grab and go on some rebels. I'd need you to pilot a pair of mecha in."
"Oh, well that's different," Candon expressed, tenderly massaging his girlfriend's waist, "I'm not exactly a mecha pilot, though. I'm guessing this is a little more sensitive than a hired pilot can do?"
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"Yes," Candon answered plainly.
"Heh," Akemi laughed a little, "I need you to go in to this rebel compound that happens to have a lot going on for it. You know what I mean?"
"I'll do this for you, Akemi. I need to ask a favor while I'm here, one that might take me a while to pay back but will hopefully save the USO one day," Candon explained, "Apparently Uso gave Section 6 the duty of protecting her. I have talked to Director Jack Pine and I still have no idea what exactly they are to the USO," Candon said.
"So naturally I don't see them as being competent of handling the kind of hidden nation crippling threats I do. Now we have fleets and gunmen, so I'm concerned about our readiness to deal with assassination, blackmail, traitors, you know what I'm talking about. What I need is the way of gathering intelligence that can help us counter these types of attacks. I don't know anyone else here who has as much influence over the people of the planet as you, can you do this?"
"You want me to do something fun for you and call it a favor?" Akemi asked, moving his shoulders one way and another as he got excited, "What should I call my network?"
"I don't know, PartyLine?" Candon offered, his massaging hand creeping lower onto Masumi's hip, "oh, you wanted that rebel compound eliminated or just the product stolen?"
"I like it, I like it," Akemi said and moved his hands against his thighs and slid them up and down. "There's a compound, that's right. The coordinates are all I can give you until you arrive. The Commonwealth needs this, do you understand, though?" Akemi asked. "It's legitimate. They needed Aashi because of some reason or other and, now, I want you to deal with it so she doesn't lose her contract. Of course, I would be outfitting you in top-of-the-line equipment that you can walk our the door with and will start up an investigatory network around our pal."
"I can handle this, it's just a another target," Candon accepted, then paused, "Shoyū-sha, are you comfortable with this?"
Masumi put her ear on Candon's shoulder and nodded as best she could, smiling. "With you, I am always comfortable, Okiniiri."
Akemi noticed this affection and spread his horse-riding pants wide to lean back a bit further and he asked, "What else are you comfortable with?"
There was a small laugh from Masumi as she looked up at Candon. "Anything, Okiniiri?"
Candon cringed a half smile, Akemi still creeped him out to a degree. "Maybe anything with you... and not other people who might be asking?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her back and under her bust, obviously referring towards Akemi's vague allusion. The scientist's pink brows slightly adjusted a bit as Masumi began to feel her breathing shift and all of a sudden a back room and limo were beginning to look better than this loveseat they found themselves in.
"If that's all...?" Masumi said, putting a hand on Candon's free hand and moved it so that she could get up.
"I think so," Candon agreed, telepathically sending his contact Information to Akemi as he left the seat with Masumi, obviously on the same page as his companion. "You can send us the specifics later... where are theses back rooms?"
Akemi pulled a pair of black Emrys Uno Sunglasses from the inside of his billowy white shirt, exposing his hairless and lithe chest for more than a few moments. Then he threw them in the air and the Neko was able to, despite her want and lust overcoming her, catch them flying at her and threw a hand up to receive the pair of carbon fiber framed and networked sunglasses of a fosy, cut design that was atypical of the rounded or squared frames Masumi had seen.
"Arigatou, Akemi-san," Masumi murmured as she tucked the pair into her hand and with the other, held Candon's and pulled him to the limo as he signaled the limo to arrive.
