Journal Entry 030 / 0534 I heard footsteps behind me, and from the cadence of his steps I could tell it was Aaden.Journal Entry 030 / 0534 I heard footsteps behind me, and from the cadence of his steps I could tell it was Aaden. I was far too wrapped up in the work on my terminal to turn around, casually dismissing his presence as friendly and familiar. That is, until he came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulder, gently rubbing away the entire day's frustrations. "Oh, that feels so good, Aaden, but you're distracting me. I'll give you just half an hour to cut that out." He chuckled gently and leaned over, kissing me on the back of the neck. "Love you," he said gently. "How've the kids been?" I reached up over my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Oh they're fine. Ember's got them outside right now. Love you too," I said gently, kissing the furry underside of his muzzle. My hand trailed down along his body to his legs, not really seeking his crotch, just taking full measure of his wonderfully hard body. "You're all hot." "Been working out." I looked up at the clock and said, "Ohmifa, is it really fourteen already?" "Mm-hmm," he said. "Damn," I cursed. "I've been working for nine hours already and I feel like I've gotten nothing done." "What are you working on, anyway? I've never seen you get so intense." "You haven't lived with me long enough. I've been doing some genecoding work, thinking about a few things." "Such as?" he said with a little sing-song. "Oh, this'n'that. Structural variations for Centaurs. Skin tone controls for Humans, Centaurs." "A new species?" he asked. I smiled. "Yeah, that too. Been thinking about it. Now that the Pendorian races are as established as they are, I wonder if going with more 'classical' anthropomorphs wouldn't be inappropriate." "So what kind are you working on?" "Mustelids." "Very interesting. I still say you're working too hard. Getting intense is one thing, but I think you're overdoing it. |