humans and Nordonians, actually compatible? Physically, I mean?”
The medic stared at her a second before finally realizing what she was asking. With a smile, he finally replied, “You mean sexually, correct?”
Sliding a glance to Daxon, Maggie blushed harder. “Yes,” she answered in a small voice. “Sorry, I’m just not used to talking about sex with anyone.”
“Not a problem, Maggie. And, yes, we are compatible with humans. Nordonian males are just like human males, except perhaps a little larger than average. You understand? Everyone is individual, but functionally speaking there are no differences in our races. Genetically speaking we are almost identical.”
There was no way Maggie was going to ask him, in front of the security chief, if their coloring continued everywhere. She decided that was something she could find out on her own at a later date.
Maggie heard a small chime sound from the panel attached to the tank of healing gel. The medic grabbed a small towel and pulled her arm from the gel, wiping away the excess goo as he spoke. “There you go, Maggie. How does that feel? It should be almost as good as new, with only a slight tenderness or soreness for a day or so.”
She flexed her arm and her fingers. There was a bit of tenderness, but nothing serious. “Wow, that’s amazing! Thanks, Marko. It was nice meeting you. And thank you for answering my questions.”
“My pleasure. Just take it easy for a couple of days and let me know if you have any other issues.”
“I will,” she promised. She climbed down from the exam table and looked at her guide. “Now where to? Any chance we can find something to eat?”
CHAPTER 15
Daxon looked down at Maggie. He was glad to hear that she was feeling better and that Marko had been able to heal her arm.
“Of course. Follow me. We can eat in the eating hall. It is on this same level.” He proceeded out of the Medical Bay and turned to the right. Maggie rushed to follow him, trying to match his long strides.
“Will there be other Nordonians there as well?” asked Maggie.
“Yes, there probably will be,” said Daxon, frowning slightly. He wasn’t sure why the question bothered him. Why should he care if she wanted to talk to other males? He couldn’t help recalling how she blushed when she asked Marko about their compatibility for sex. Nordonians did not blush; he found it to be an attractive trait in Maggie.
“So tell me about yourself, Daxon. How old are you? Do you like your job? Are you looking for a human mate, too? Or did the ambassador ambush you with me … like I think he did.”
Daxon blinked at the flurry of questions. He wasn’t used to talking about himself to anyone. His limited contact with females was usually with the pleasure women at a couple of rest stations they had stopped at. By human standards, he would probably be considered very inexperienced, he thought.
“I am forty of your human years. That is young for a Nordonian. Yes, I like my job quite well. No, I am not looking for a human mate. I do not think it will be possible to find a soul mate with another race. Yes, the ambassador did ambush me, as you so put it. Did that cover all of your questions?”
“Yeah, that covered them, thanks. Do you ever smile? What do you do for fun?” She could not resist pushing him. There was just something about him that seemed like a huge red button needing someone to push it.
Daxon was surprised by her question. “Of course I smile. Doesn’t everyone smile? And I like to read for fun. Sometimes I watch the human media feeds that we get up here. Usually I end up confused by your society, though.” He was not completely comfortable admitting his confusion, but he could not see any harm in admitting it, either.
“Well, I haven’t seen you crack a smile, yet. I suppose I could keep working at it! What exactly confuses you? I’d be happy to help explain anything I can,” offered Maggie playfully.
“Are you
The medic stared at her a second before finally realizing what she was asking. With a smile, he finally replied, “You mean sexually, correct?”
Sliding a glance to Daxon, Maggie blushed harder. “Yes,” she answered in a small voice. “Sorry, I’m just not used to talking about sex with anyone.”
“Not a problem, Maggie. And, yes, we are compatible with humans. Nordonian males are just like human males, except perhaps a little larger than average. You understand? Everyone is individual, but functionally speaking there are no differences in our races. Genetically speaking we are almost identical.”
There was no way Maggie was going to ask him, in front of the security chief, if their coloring continued everywhere. She decided that was something she could find out on her own at a later date.
Maggie heard a small chime sound from the panel attached to the tank of healing gel. The medic grabbed a small towel and pulled her arm from the gel, wiping away the excess goo as he spoke. “There you go, Maggie. How does that feel? It should be almost as good as new, with only a slight tenderness or soreness for a day or so.”
She flexed her arm and her fingers. There was a bit of tenderness, but nothing serious. “Wow, that’s amazing! Thanks, Marko. It was nice meeting you. And thank you for answering my questions.”
“My pleasure. Just take it easy for a couple of days and let me know if you have any other issues.”
“I will,” she promised. She climbed down from the exam table and looked at her guide. “Now where to? Any chance we can find something to eat?”
CHAPTER 15
Daxon looked down at Maggie. He was glad to hear that she was feeling better and that Marko had been able to heal her arm.
“Of course. Follow me. We can eat in the eating hall. It is on this same level.” He proceeded out of the Medical Bay and turned to the right. Maggie rushed to follow him, trying to match his long strides.
“Will there be other Nordonians there as well?” asked Maggie.
“Yes, there probably will be,” said Daxon, frowning slightly. He wasn’t sure why the question bothered him. Why should he care if she wanted to talk to other males? He couldn’t help recalling how she blushed when she asked Marko about their compatibility for sex. Nordonians did not blush; he found it to be an attractive trait in Maggie.
“So tell me about yourself, Daxon. How old are you? Do you like your job? Are you looking for a human mate, too? Or did the ambassador ambush you with me … like I think he did.”
Daxon blinked at the flurry of questions. He wasn’t used to talking about himself to anyone. His limited contact with females was usually with the pleasure women at a couple of rest stations they had stopped at. By human standards, he would probably be considered very inexperienced, he thought.
“I am forty of your human years. That is young for a Nordonian. Yes, I like my job quite well. No, I am not looking for a human mate. I do not think it will be possible to find a soul mate with another race. Yes, the ambassador did ambush me, as you so put it. Did that cover all of your questions?”
“Yeah, that covered them, thanks. Do you ever smile? What do you do for fun?” She could not resist pushing him. There was just something about him that seemed like a huge red button needing someone to push it.
Daxon was surprised by her question. “Of course I smile. Doesn’t everyone smile? And I like to read for fun. Sometimes I watch the human media feeds that we get up here. Usually I end up confused by your society, though.” He was not completely comfortable admitting his confusion, but he could not see any harm in admitting it, either.
“Well, I haven’t seen you crack a smile, yet. I suppose I could keep working at it! What exactly confuses you? I’d be happy to help explain anything I can,” offered Maggie playfully.
“Are you
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