Free Intergalactic Desire by Fiery Desires Page A

door open and saw Dahl walk in.
    “What is it, Dahl?” Cassie asked sleepily.
    “I don't like sleeping alone,” Dahl admitted.
    “Well, come sleep with me,” Cassie said scooting over to make room for him. She was surprised by his confession, but was very happy he came to lay with her.
    “I'm very glad you came back to me today,” Cassie said to Dahl once he was in bed with her.
    “I'm very glad I came back as well,” he said.
    “I don't know how to describe it, but I have very strong feelings for you,” Cassie admitted.
    “I know,” Dahl said. “I feel the same way.  I would like to explore these feelings further and I know you would like to as well. If you would like to, I would like to have a relationship with you.”
    “I would like that very much,” Cassie said excitedly.
    “I know you would,” Dahl said with a smile.
    With that, Cassie gave Dahl a passionate kiss on the lips, curled into his arms and listened to the sound of his heart beating as they both drifted off to sleep…
     
    THE END

Essence - Sci-fi Romance
    Chapter 1
     
    “So there I am, right? Pops hits the floor like boom! I didn’t even know you could lay somebody out with a Miller Lite. Next thing I know I’m halfway out the bathroom window still holding his damn beer.”
     
    “The window?!”
     
    Sia Dodge grinned to herself, thoroughly enjoying telling her story as she wiped down the sticky countertop.
    “It’s my standard defense against being used as a damn Slinky.”
     
    She knew she should have been worried, maybe even a little scared.
    But the turmoil going through her head at the time gave her a numbing shot of adrenaline. It always kicked in when trouble came to call.
    Lots of yelling, some pain, and then she was done with it, physically and mentally. She wondered if being able to turn it all off whenever she wanted made her a sociopath.
     
    “When did this even happen?!”
     
    “This morning.”
     
    The incredulous stare from the guy sitting at the counter hit her like a sucker punch to the gut, and it only made her scrub the countertop with more ferocity, ignoring the raw tingle that spiked through each of the fresh bruises along her arm. Her father possessed the uncanny ability of making her feel immense pain as easily as flipping a light-switch; worse so when he was stupid drunk.
    He was always a heavy drinker, even before her mom died; but when she was still around he’d at least had the good sense to call it a night after the sporadic slap to the face.
     
    With her gone, he was free to take as many liberties as he wanted in their cramped, two-bedroom dust bin overlooking the town.
     
    If you passed Sia in the street, you’d probably look away quickly. Sia Dodge wasn’t ugly. But no one liked being yelled at by such a pretty girl just for staring too long.
    She reserved her smiles for the people she waited on at the diner, simply because it made them tip better.
    College wasn’t an option since money was always tight, so Sia started waitressing right after high school. Between her meager salary and her dad’s pittance as a construction worker, they scraped by in a barely sustainable fashion.
    But after the morning’s “frivolities” she’d finally had enough and escaped. Where she’d go after this was still anyone’s guess.
     
    Talking things out helped a lot, even more so when the listener was an outstanding sounding board. He’d sat through each of her stories about her dad for the past few months.
    He’d come in one day while she was venting and they’d just kept it going ever since.
     
    All she knew about him was he liked to be called “Q”.
    He was tall and gangly, with skin far more tanned than hers. It was his small, angular face that drew her in, though. He had green eyes, slanted and draped by long lashes, and his cheeks creased into childish dimples whenever he smiled.
    But now his perfectly oval lips were pursed and his eyes narrowed with unmistakable pity.
    “Are you ok? Do