Not, mind you, that I was objecting to her breasts being larger than usual.Not, mind you, that I was objecting to her breasts being larger than usual. I caught myself staring at her breasts as she ran the knife vigorously over the vegetables. They wobbled back and forth within their cloth confines, and I remembered what they were for, and looked away, turning my attention back to something more appropriate, like multigenetic design integrations. I didn't even notice when she shut off the water, but the next time I looked up she was there, right in front of me, kneeling to put herself a little below my eye-level, staring at me. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing's wrong," I replied. "Why?" "Because something is wrong. We haven't made love in nearly three months. I saw you staring at me just a minute ago, and suddenly you looked away. I'm a telepath, remember? You felt guilty, Ken. Why should feel guilt for looking at me?" "I'm not..." "Don't lie to your coimelin, Ken." I laughed softly. The smile turned to a frown and I dropped the PADD on the coffee table with a loud clatter, not saying anything. "I don't know what it is, P'nyssa. Maybe my libido's on vacation." "It's not that much on vacation," she said. "You and Ress were making a lot of noise a couple of days ago." I rolled my eyes. Telepaths! We were silent for a second, and I'm sure she heard me curse that, even silently. "I love you, Nyss. You know that." "I never questioned it for a second, Ken. I want to know why we aren't having sex." I grinned. "Never though you'd be the one to complain about that in this relationship." "Just because I don't have your sex drive doesn't mean I have no sex drive, Ken. I love sex, and I love sex most when I'm with you. |