Her touch is electric.
I turn to greet my companion. Her iridescent eyes never fail to captivate my gaze.
"Christina." I speak her name intimately, aloud, and slide my hands around her waist.
"Christopher, today is a day of promise."
For her, this is a unique expression, one I've never heard from her before, and she conveys it warmly, erotically, telepathically.
I reflect it back to her, in the privacy of our space, a virtual space reserved for feelings and desires: "Today is a day of promise."
I kiss her tender lips, and together, we rise on a pleasurable surge of warmth and gratitude.
I caress the rim of her jaw. "I would be alone, Christina."
In response, she applies a delicate touch to her temple, leaving me alone with my thoughts, and moves aside gracefully.
I go inside to my enclosure and call on my colleagues.
Yesterday, the Council made a move that threatens the peace and prosperity that is everywhere present.
