Chapter 25
In my infinite stupidity, born of more than redacted years of life, I said the first thing that came to mind.
"Isn't this a little too fast?" I looked her in the eye.
Her eyes widened and she laughed.
"Hahahahaha!"
Her chest trembled and her body shook against mine in joy, as if I had told the best joke since the Big Bang. Her jaw opened to the point I would almost see her tonsils, if she had any. My focus was on her blue forked tongue, though. Her entire mouth was blue on the inside.
She nuzzled her head on my neck, letting whatever she found so funny to overcome her. I let out a defeated chuckle. What is it with women of this world laughing so hard at my worries. The air in my lungs flew out my mouth.
"Aiyahh." she let out a deep sigh as she calmed down. "Natasha, you're the best." she kissed me on the cheek, sweet giggles making for an adorable sight.
"It's not?" my stupid face must've been funny, because she laughed again.
"For someone who's such a tomboy, you can be pretty cute." she moved over to me and placed her ample behind on my lap, her tail not changing places. "Though I understand, you're new to the world."
I'm a what? I was shocked. I always thought of myself as quite feminine, and considered myself a passive partner for many years, with both men and women. Is the definition different here? Or was I so clueless my entire life?
"I thought you didn't like me." she said, smiling at me and caressing my face. "When meeting someone like we did, to become partners, it's customary to share a kiss. Yet you offered me a handshake." she giggled. Her voice was surprisingly even, no shred of nervousness. The rich sound tickled my ears and relaxed the base of my brain.