Chiss stared down at the beautiful female that lay draped over his lap.

She'd fallen asleep nearly an hour ago and he'd never been so satisfied in his whole life to simply touch someone.

He absently twirled a strand of her light brown hair around his finger.

It was so soft, and the motion relaxed him.

Her breathing was slow but steady.

He found himself watching as her chest rose and fell with every breath.

When she'd first been pressed against him, she'd smelled of the commander and it had nearly made him sick.

The longer she lay on him, the less she smelled of Xane and more she smelled of him.

Before he realized, he'd began to trace random patterns over her exposed skin.

The gentle touches caused Macon to sigh out ever so softly.

Chiss allowed his mind to wander as he imagined other ways he might illicit those same sounds from her mouth.

The shuttle finally came to a halt. He had not managed to sleep during the entire journey.

Although it was not quite morning, Chiss found a driver waiting for him just outside of the shuttle.

Once he'd arrived home, he couldn't force himself to part from Macon, so he lay her on the bed next to him.

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Macon woke to find herself in a position that she'd never imagined.

She stilled instantly and tried to assess her current situation.

They were no longer on the shuttle, but apparently they'd arrived at Chiss's home.

He lay practically naked, apart from his under garments, with his arms and legs draped over her.

Her eyes trailed down the powdery gray skin of his muscular chest, and she found herself unable to look away.

'This is very bad," she thought to herself. "Very very bad."

From outside of the room she heard a loud crash.

The sound was too familiar.

It was the sound of plates crashing to the ground.

Chiss jerked awake.

Shock evident.

He reddened slightly as he noted their intimate position.

"Sorry," he apologized as he pulled one of the blankets over himself.

Guilt flooded over her, and she could see it reflected in his eyes as they were suddenly transfixed on one another.

Her stormy blue-gray eyes searched his lavender ones.

They were too soon jolted out of the moment as the door slammed open. "Brother." A tall slender Aturian greeted as he stood raking over their predicament. Immediately, Chiss stood, still wrapped in the blanket.

"Anders," Chiss nodded as he walked towards a small door that when opened revealed a large walk in closet.

He emerged moments later in a tight fitting black shirt and leather like pants. This was maybe the first time she'd seen him out of uniform.  She tried to remember. 

Macon's eyes were glued to him, and she found that her mouth had gone dry.

His hair was wild from sleep and his lips were slightly swollen. He'd never looked as good to her as he did right now.

"Well, this is somewhat troubling." Anders said lightly.

"How so brother? She is under my care. I couldn't very well leave her alone in a unfamiliar dwelling." He gave his brother a challenging glare.

Anders laughed, " I should say that I found her under more than just your care, dear brother. And perhaps you should check yourself. I do not pose any threat to what clearly belongs to my brother."

Chiss felt anger well within him. 

At the very base instinct of the Aturian was the need to protect their mates at all cost.

He realized now that his predatorial behavior towards his own brother had given away what Macon was to him.

How would he be able to explain this once Anders opened his big mouth?