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[He's almost smiling as he watches her walk across the room.]

Good. But you never have to do anything you don't want to do.

[It's interesting to him how they've agreed -- without really bothering to formally discuss it -- that this will be happening again, probably even tonight. How long it will last, though, remains to be seen. It's certainly something he's interested in exploring and experiencing.

When she hands him the towel, he dabs at everything that needs to be cleaned, then swings his legs over the side of the bed and peers around the floor for his trousers while holding the towel out to her.]

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That's what the safe word is for.

[ It should be notable she didn't feel the need to use it during their encounter. It's good that he's turned out to be this trustworthy, though, since her own safety in this situation has barely been on her mind. She certainly doesn't think of it now.

She uses the towel to clean between her legs and then she goes to the dresser—she hadn't bothered with a pair of underwear when she knew she was anticipating his arrival, but if they're going to be going off to obtain dinner she figures she ought to wear something under her dress.

Once she's dressed, she comes over to him and she hooks her arm in his. ]

We ought to talk more about those things. When we get back.

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[He watches her dress, eventually retrieving his shirt and fastening it up the front, then slipping on the soft shoes that he's been wearing from place to place, so that when she comes back, he's ready to go. There's an impulse to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, but he resists it, nodding once at her suggestion.]

We will, if you think there's anything else to discuss.

You know, I'm really in the mood for more of those little crisp things they do here with the berry centers. I wonder if they have them today.

[Those little crispy things probably don't constitute a meal for anyone else at the party: they're on the dessert table. Even so, there don't seem to be any animals around... where is all the food coming from? Is it really all vegan?]

[ He dresses up nice, even if she never saw him wearing anything like this on the ship. She gives him a crooked smile before beginning to lead the way. ]

Well, they've had them every other day we've been here. Let's go look.

[ The buffet tables aren't far from this building, and tonight's party is starting to come into full swing, with the aliens in the process of setting out plates of delectable treats. Tex wanders off from Ryuuzaki—she still thinks of him by that name outside the bedroom, apparently—and picks out a grilled salad and some bread for her supper. She's pleased that he mainly remains near her, picking out a plate of something as well, and they select some desserts on the way back to the building. They did indeed have the tarts he had been hoping to find, and she takes two, since he was recommending them.

It takes only a moment to swing by the gambling tables and procure a set of dice as well. It's as simple as asking the native who's hosting the table for a spare.

It's sort of a belated realization that the bedroom has nowhere to sit when they return, but that doesn't deter Tex. She simply sets her plates down on the floor and sits down in front of them, knees bent to one side, since she's in a dress. ]

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[He keeps an eye on her as they move through the tables of food. In the end, his selections are similar to hers, but the proportions are lopsided: much more dessert than salad or bread. He follows her back to the room and, after glancing around, sits across from her on the floor, perpendicular to her. One of his legs is extended in front of him, and the other is bent at the knee, pulled up to his chest.

After a few bites, he muses,]

I could get used to this food. I have to admit, I'm not in a hurry to leave.

[ She's never had occasion to pay attention to his diet, so she has no idea if this is typical. It seems odd that he'd be so thin when he eats this much dessert, but it's really none of her business. She nods at his statement, savoring a bite of bread. ]

I want to stay here, myself. Just...stay.

[He finishes one of the berry "tarts," then starts in on another.]

It hasn't been boring. Aside from that, no one has been enslaved, no one is slaughtering whales, no one is trying to kill us. If we can't get home, this probably wouldn't be a bad place to stay, particularly if we can manage to integrate into this society.

They obviously want to help us to do that. We're welcome here. I don't see why we wouldn't take advantage of that.

[ This position has become a bit uncomfortable and she shifts her plate into her lap so she can stretch her legs, leading to her feet touching his leg. ]

[He shifts his position a little when her foot touches his leg, moving it about half an inch closer to reinforce the contact.]

I suppose we'll have to see how it goes. Maybe it will be symbiotic.

We don't seem to be the only ones having a good time... it seems like most of the rest of the crew would be in agreement. But it will probably involve negotiations... do you think the new captain is up for it?

I haven't talked to him yet. I get the impression the captain only wants the best for us though. I didn't used to feel that way, but here...

[ She shrugs slightly. ]

It's funny how many things that used to matter back on the ship don't seem to anymore. Not here.

[He tilts his head back, muses in the direction of the ceiling.]

Or before that. Things that mattered in my world that are beginning to seem increasingly pointless here.

[He reaches down to tear off a small piece of bread and pop it into his mouth, then follows it with a sip of the sweet wine he's brought to accompany the meal.]

Well, it probably isn't worth overthinking it. Pick a number between one and six.

[ Her mouth quirks up at the corner and she rubs her toes on his leg. ]

Five.

Neck.

[He raises his arm, which forces him to use his stomach muscles to hold himself up, then activates the program on his MID.]

Three.

[He glances at her with raised eyebrows. What will it be?]

Thighs.

[ She waits for him to put those in, having lost interest in finishing the last of her dinner. She sets the plate aside. ]

Number one ought to be the genitals. You pick for two and four.

[ That will just leave the number six for them to hash out. ]

[It takes him a moment to enter those, but as he does, the corner of his mouth quirks up.]

Two will be the chest or back. Four will be the arms or legs.

What about the other die?

Don't forget six. How about the mouth?

[ She says it teasingly, rubbing her toes on his leg.

Then she starts counting on her fingers to enumerate the acts that would go with the other die. ]

Scratch, suck, kiss... [ She grins. ] Bind.

You pick the other two.

Nibble... blow.

[Does that sound good to her? He's already entered "mouth" as six on the previous die. He reaches for his glass and drains it, very conscious of her toes on his leg.]

I suppose we differentiate them by rolling one at a time.

Makes sense to me.

[ She's quite excited for this game he's devised. The fact that he's adventurous as well as being confident feed into her desires for what their relations will continue to be like.

The dice had been set on the dresser when they arrived in the room. Now Tex arises from the floor, goes to get them, and sits down on the bed. She's planning to go first, no matter what he says—she wants to trade off since she was the one who had had her fantasies indulged the last time. ]

[L pushes himself up from the floor, lazily stretches his arms, then pads over to the bed, where he sprawls, supporting himself on an elbow. He taps his index finger to his lower lip.]

I suppose we should add that any clothes that are in the way come off.

[ She watches him, then reaches out just to swipe her hand down his chest. ]

That's just a part of the fun, Daniel.

[ Rolling of one die, and then the other, take place swiftly, and after consultation of his MID Tex is left with her instructions: a five and a two, meaning she is to nibble at his chest or back.

Tex scoots over to him, a sly smile on her lips. She pushes him back onto his back, then straddles him at his hips. Since this is the second time for them today she's not as impatient as she proved to be each of the two times they've had sex so far—she runs her hands over his chest and arms, then works the buttons on his shirt and pushes it open. She hasn't properly spent time appreciating his musculature here, and she runs her hands over his pecs and abs before bending her lips to his chest. She usually combines biting with sucking but since the two are mutually exclusive on the dice, she sticks to nibbling as she proceeds.

But the game isn't specific about combining the prescribed actions with things that aren't on the dice. She nibbles and licks a line from one nipple to the other, then drags her teeth on his nipple more firmly than she had on the planes of his chest. At the same time her fingers go to his other nipple and she rolls it lightly between her fingertips. ]

[He'd suggested the game simply because it was a game and could therefore be interesting, and because he knew dice were handy. What he hadn't projected is the fact that it makes him want to be temporarily passive, and that the obligation to roll would make him active again.

Still, for the time she's pecking at his chest, he leans back, encouraging her by resting a hand at the back of her head. Then she nips at one nipple and pinches the other between her fingertips, and he starts and makes a soft, sharp sound; his hand begins to clench, tugging slightly at her hair.

He processes the sensation as both slightly painful and pleasurable, something that goes to his head and to his groin in equal measure. It's strange. His inclination is to pull her up and kiss her, but that would seem to be against the rules of the game for as long as they're playing it, so he doesn't.]

You take your tasks seriously.

[His tone is gently teasing.]

[ She glances up at him, smirking a bit. ]

I'm glad you're coming to understand me.

[ She continues to lavish attention on him for another several moments, biting a line back to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment as the first before pulling away. She grabs the dice and sets them on his chest so he doesn't have to get up. ]

Your turn.

[ It should be clear, with that, that no matter what he rolls, she intends to stay right here, straddled on top of him. ]

[He's more prepared when he feels her teeth on the second nipple: better able to process the way it's just at the edge of being uncomfortable, better able to keep from straining underneath her -- but he lets that part happen anyway.

It's a little bit awkward to roll dice that are on his own chest, but he holds as still as he can and manages it without too much trouble. He gets a 3, then a 4.]

"Kiss arm or leg." -- What if I want to kiss both of them?

[He doesn't wait for an answer before he takes her hand and kisses the back of it, then the palm, then laces his fingers with hers. He moves up her arm to the crook of her elbow, keeping his mouth soft.]

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Make it happen, then.

[ It doesn't bother her that his roll led to something gentler, less sexual. With the way he's carrying it out, it's certainly sensual. Again, there are no rules against herself reciprocating in ways that aren't part of the dice activities, so she cups his cheek with her other hand and runs her thumb along the shell of his ear. ]

[He releases the hand he's holding and leans into the hand that's touching his ear, then finds the fastening of the skirt and undoes it. It takes some contortion and some changing of positions before he can reach it, but he kisses her hip once it's bare, then pulls the skirt down further and kisses her thigh.]

I suppose the way you win this game is by getting bored with it.

[He's not bored yet, however.]

Your roll.

[The dice are on the bed... somewhere. He pats blindly at the mattress with his hand, still kissing her, before he finds one and holds it triumphantly in the air at arm's length.]

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