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‘Always remember the Seventh, Val. Others will forget them, but theyhave always been our friends. Never forget them.’
Valoren found thatCerionis’ words were almost laughable now as she watched Holtark addressing oneof their soldiers on their way to greet her in the hangar. How could she forgetthe seventh with someone like Holtark as the Lieutenant? No, this group wascertainly forever emblazoned in her mind now, if only due to the veryindividual who dismissed the soldier without so much as an order – simply aslight gesture of their hand that they wordlessly obeyed: so well trained, likeall good subordinates should be.
Every time she sawHoltark, they had the same effect on her: her breath seized in her chest – too-tight,like a vice had suddenly been applied – and she found words suddenly failed hereloquent tongue. It was as if simply by seeing Holtark she had consumed a casketof the finest wine Lukaid had to offer and had been tossed to the street tosleep the effects off. She felt slow, dumb, dry-mouthed, and so very wanting every time.
More than once whenHoltark had come to greet her, Valoren had played a fantasy out in her head.This time, this time, would be theone where she would wait until Holtark approached her and swept into thatcustomary bow to greet her. But on their way up, Valoren would catch their chinin her hand and slowly lift the Lieutenant’s face closer to her own, thumbpressing possessively against their jawline – never too hard, just hard enoughto show how much she needed them.
“I can think of much better ways for you togreet me.” She would whisper, pulling their mouths together, sealing whatshe had longed to do for some time now.
And when – taken abackand slightly weak-kneed – the Lieutenant would have given her an opening?Valoren would take it. Urge them back against the hull of the cruiser that thepropagandist had ridden in on, with her hands eagerly tangling into Holtark’sperfectly set hair, itching to untangle it from that damn braid while she kissed them breathless, tongue demandingentry.
And if they nevermade it out of the hangar, so be it.
But in the meantime– She put on her smile and tucked her hair back, crossing the distance. “Holtark!Wonderful to see you again…”
