The next week passed slowly. Each evening, he would give her a little of histime but he was busy and could not properly instruct her. So by the weeken...,she was having a hard time concentrating. She was so anxious to meet Him, afraidthat He would not take her as his. Friday finally came and with it her flightto Him. It seemed as though the trip to the airport and the subsequent flighthappened as if in a dream. Finally she landed in His town. As she emerged fromthe security gate, she saw a sign. She walked through the rows of books letting her fingers slide long the worn covers as she hummed softly the song that played. The silk fabric felt cool and luscious against her body enticing her with ever step she took. As she stood in front of the history section, her deep desires rising as her hands roamed over her body. Sounds of the footsteps echoed throughout the old building, Her heart pounding her breathing quickened as the footsteps grew closer.He was behind her, the feel of his body. She hadn’t thought about food, except for what sustenance she could provide for her wounded sister. Since she hadn’t broadcast her need for it, no food had been offered. Besides, she knew where the dining room was – it wasn’t like she was helpless or anything…Sighing with new frustration, Béla closed her eyes and expanded her awareness, taking ownership of everything she absorbed. There was a human in the hall bringing food to the guard outside her bedroom, another human. She didn’t know either. Her skin was slick, like it was covered in lube, but delightfully warm. “Better?”I let out a resigned sigh. It was uncomfortable from a manners perspective, but I needed her warmth and she was happy to give it. “Much. Thanks.” She rested on top of me for a while, stroking her fingers over my chest in a way that felt intimate and made me slightly uncomfortable. I kept telling myself she was just curious about my human body. Or maybe merfolk are just touchy-feely with each other, how should I.