Page 26 of Solan

“There should be a supply in your food resource. That’s where I got these. Avoid the food replicator. I used it and got inedible gunge.”

Solan hunted through several cupboards before pulling out more blue beer. He opened both bottles and returned to the couch.

“I do not understand the gift giving,” Padam said. “I knew about the tradition of flowers, but that male just gave the female something square wrapped in pink paper.”

“That must be candy,” Solan said. “Human females like sweet things.”

“Does it make them taste more appealing?” Padam asked.

Solan’s cock twitched as he recalled the mint taste in Vegas’s mouth. “They taste fine as they are.”

Padam’s head shot around. “I didn’t know you had experience with a human female. When did that occur?”

“Thirty minutes after being on the space station.” He gave his friend a rueful smile.

“With whom?”

“With Miss Munro.”

“Hah! I knew you liked her. How did you convince her to mate with you?”

“It wasn’t a mating,” Solan said. “I insisted on a practical demonstration. She obliged.”

“So, she does want you as a mate?”

Solan’s humor faded. “She said it was to assist me with my induction.”

“I must ask for that when I have my induction,” Padam said. “It’ll be handy to get in practise before the real thing.”

“I’d advise against it,” Solan said. “Vegas has been cool toward me since then.”

“You did something wrong?”

Solan smirked. “Not possible.”

“You don’t think she likes you?”

“Her signals confuse me. Her physical form showed she was interested, yet she said otherwise.”

“One of the information pods I watched showed human females play hard to get. It attracts their mates to them.”

“Do you think that’s what Vegas is doing with me?” The irrationality of the behavior bemused Solan. Galaxar women did not hide their interest when they wanted to mate. They picked a male, took him to their quarters, and mated. There was never a question he’d turn them down, or the female would be coy and indecisive.

“My experience with human women is even more limited than yours. I am not certain what Miss Munro’s actions indicate. Let me find the information pod about attracting a mate.”

“By resisting me, she is wasting a valuable mating opportunity. Vegas must know this behavior is not sensible.”

“But you forget, human females are fertile every month, unlike our own women. Maybe they don’t see it as such a waste.” Padam changed the information pod. “This is not the one I wanted. This one is about the act of kissing.”

They sat in silence as they watched a couple making out on the screen.

Solan wanted to feel Vegas’s lips against his again. He didn’t care about the match she’d made for him. He wanted her. She must have made a mistake. They were meant to breed together. He would convince her that was the correct choice.

“I enjoy these information pods.” Padam downed his drink and stood. “But actions are more important. I shall try kissing with humans. There must be a willing recipient on the space station who will be happy to sample me.”

“You should try the bar,” Solan said. “I believe human females are more interested in kissing when they have had several drinks.”

Padam slapped him on the shoulder. “Excellent idea. I’ll report back with my findings.”