Christina was dressed much in the same manner, as she had been earlier in the day only this time the fabrics were softer.  She thought of her mate and her blood burned for her.  The stars displayed at her feet were no match for the brunette who troubled her mind. 

She understood that Elizabeth was a sensual woman and thrived on the attention that Serena offered.  Muscling or mating was what her Romulan ancestors valued most.  Fighting or fucking was what drove her human ancestors.  Her Vulcan ancestors had tamed the muscling and fighting but not the mating or fucking. 

Elizabeth would never allow her to undergo Kalminar.  Kalminar allowed a bonded mate to be purged of the bond and enter a state of emptiness.  Not many survived this exercise and it required the consent of the bond mate. 

Her whole being was melded with Elizabeth and even with the distance between them she could feel Elizabeth yearning for her.  She had no preparation for such a connection that they shared.  If she could give Elizabeth her freedom she would.  She truly understood Elizabeth’s need for a lover who could openly adore her.  She adored her.  She would even admit in the privacy of her own thoughts that she loved her. 

Biologically the Vulcan part of her brain had controlled her body and her mind for twenty-eight years.  Tu Puedes and she had burned together in her first pon’ farr with remarkable compatibility.  What her Captain evoked in her was beyond her wildest imaginings.  As she moved around the viewing deck she was aware of the soft fabric clinging to her aroused body. 

Why not play her role to the utmost?  She wondered if she could give Elizabeth enough of the open affection and love play to satisfy her for a time. She even allowed herself a smile at the thought of Elizabeth’s probable reaction.  She seemed to like the Warrior Princess of earlier well enough.  We shall see she thought turning back to her quarters to finish her preparations for the evening meal.

Christina stopped short when she saw Elizabeth in the formal attire of The Royal Consort.  Her mantle of burnished gold and brown highlighted her skin tones.  The long tunic she wore with a wide belt of jewels around her hips drew her attention to her long legs, tights and ankle length kid boots completed the outfit.  She stood with her mantle thrown back and her gloved hand rested on the jeweled hilt of her ceremonial scabbard.