Day 2, Morning 1

The sport utility speeder came to a screeching halt after the long turning skid and as the motor slowly quieted the hot air was replaced with laughter. Korvin quickly looked over his shoulder, whatever animal that was just chasing them had quit. It was no where to be seen. “I think we are good.” He said, glancing again at the open plain, the jungle miles in the background.

“Yeah?” Lula said playfully as she turned in her seat also, looking between the high head rest and roll bar. “Didn’t you say that last time?” They both started to laugh again, starring across the plain to see if the animal had truly quit.

Somehow they had antagonized this animal. They had past it in the rain forest almost 20 miles away, it had been grazing on plants. Korvin stopped the vehicle while Lula asked what it was. Both of them fumbled through the tour guide manual which showed various creatures in it, but the picture of it was not in the book.

“It’s no threat to us,” Korvin had said, “It’s a herbivore.” It was a fair assumption as it was chewing on plants. Lula had then stood up with her holocam, resting her elbows on the roll bar of the sports utility vehicle took her time and snapped a picture. The first came out dark, Kor and Lula both looked the picture over agreed another shot was in order, and in that time the beast had raised onto it’s hindlegs standing approximately twenty feet in the air.

“Ohh,” Lula said in a hushed baby tone “Look how big he is. He is so cute!” The animal was looking right at them at this point and Lula snapped another picture with her flash. The animals eyes all of a sudden glowed bright red, and it opened its mouth with razor sharp teeth protruding from the tops and bottoms. The “fluffy” appearance now gone. “Go!” Lula said quietly as she slowly lowered herself with a hint of fear. “GO!” She repeated. “That’s a fucking meat eater!”



Korvin dropped down into the bucket seat and accelerated taking the utility speeder on a fast ride through the forest, dodging and weaving on one trail until a wide open trail allowed him to accelerate faster. After about a five minute drive they had crossed a creek bed and Korvin stopped. “Well he won’t be following us now”. Both of them were short of breath. “Herbivore,” she whispered and they started giggling together like a married couple does.

“Hey!” he said “in my defense..” But he was cut off, the animal all of a sudden roared loudly from the canopy of trees above them, causing them both to jump. Korvin pushed forward all the way on the accelerator and the speeder’s engine screamed as it rocketed forward. Both of them held their breath for a moment as trees became a blur. “I think I just peed a little,” Korvin said. Lula laughed hard hitting him in the chest with her hand. The next familiar roar of the animal sounded more distant but Korvin did not slow down. He weaved through the trees on the path a cloud of mud and dust spiraling behind them until they broke the forest and headed across the plain towards the ocean.

“Cliff,” Lula said and Kor pulled up on the brake and turned the wheel causing a passenger side skid, he then wheeled it one more time straightening out and the speeder came to a halt. Then the laughter.

Lula sat back in her seat she wore a thin white shirt that was only buttoned between her cleavage and hung loosely on her. The shirt parted easily at the top before the buttons, and flowed openly at the bottom exposing her stomach. A golden belly chain hung loosely below her belly button and above her waist, a gift he had given her the night before as they played in a slave outfit. Unsure if she liked it or ever would wear it again, she wore it now at least to show her appreciation for the thought he had put into it. Her shorts were tan, the color now clashing with her golden tan skin, cut to fit low on her hips but had big cargo pockets on the sides and she wore athletic boots made for hiking.

Korvin had matched her in his outfit, minus the belly chain, the cut of his shorts and he had tossed the shirt into the back of the vehicle hours before. Now both of them in the sun, their skin glistened with a combination of rain from the jungle forest and sweat from the heat and excitement of the chase. The short hair on the top of his head was a mess, where he normally held it groomed and neat the water had caused it to clump, spike and had been manipulated by his hand to be messy as he wiped the dampness away. Her hair had lost it’s volume and the infamous flip out was struggling to stay relevant in the weight of the humidity and dampness.

“It’s a herbivore,” she said again mimicking his voice, and they both laughed, his hand slipped onto her thigh, sliding across it with ease as he looked out the back and then over the mirrors.

“Well Ms Photojournalist, its not my fault that you had to take twelve pictures of him,” he said changing to a bad impression of her voice “Ohh how cute! Stand up! Look how cute his razor sharp teeth are!”

“I do not sound like that!” She squealed in delight hitting him again as he nodded with a grin. “Whatever! I took two pictures!” She held up her hand making the galactic symbol for two. “I can’t believe I married such a pathological liar!” Both of them laughed again, his hands looping through the only buttoned area of her shirt and pulled her close to him for a kiss, the console of the speeder impeding further encroachment. She broke the kiss looking down at the console. “Did you chose this to keep us separated?”

He looked down at it and shook his head. “I did not,” he opened it and closed it inspecting it’s worth. “It is kind of a hindrance isn’t it?” She nodded laughing and raising her holocamera in her hand snapping a picture of him. “Careful I have teeth too!”

“I know!” She said, pulling the collar of her shirt to the side and showing the marks he had left on her skin. “I have a console to keep me safe!” She placed her hand on it and shook it to emphasize her point.

He frowned, snatching the camera from her hands. “Pose!” He ordered, she made a sexy kissy face and he snapped the photo. “Now be serious,” he said again and she struck another pose of her fist under her chin looking out the window as if fixated on something. Before he could snap the picture she broke into a laugh which caused him to laugh as he took it. “There we finally have a picture of you on this trip. People might not think that I went on this honeymoon alone!”

He kept aiming the camera at her and she stood on her bucket seat striking another pose. He snapped the photo again. Playfully she winked at him and unbuttoned her shirt and continued to seduce him through the lense. “Now you have a lot of pictures of me,” she said playfully, grinning at him. He nodded standing on his own bucket seat and dropping the camera into the back seat.

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She walked into the house with a package in her right hand.

"Kor! 'm home and I've got the pictures from the honeymoon," she called up the stairs. She knew he was home from seeing Jhere on the couch. Something Jhere only got away with when Kor was there and they had been watching Smashball together. The obvious smell of men and manly things came across her nose as she laughed. He really did try to keep the place clean when she was gone but living alone for so long had made her a little over compulsive with knowing where and how everything should look.

He came bounding down the stairs in a towel, the fresh clean smell of his skin captured her senses as she smiled at him. Slowly he comes behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and moving past her blonde hair to her neck where small kisses find there way upon her skin. Her voice softly cooing at him she moves her head to the side and kisses the side of his face. His hands reach past her to the table bringing her closer while still being able to hold the pictures.

He grinned as she saw the few snapshots he took of her while they were on safari and she was playing with him and the camera:





He thumbed through a few that he wondered if the clerk that had processed the holofilm had taken a few back with him. Her form lit perfectly by the light her eyes deeply staring at him through the lense saying "pelire narit" to him. He whispered into her ear quietly and she giggled softly in response.

Then the picture they had been hoping for turned out. The last night they had decided to have a formal night. It was just the two of them on the cruise ship but they wanted a night of drinking and dancing. He got dressed up as did she and it was that night that one of the moons was bigger than life and close enough to touch. They had given the camera to one of the few human (or humanish looking) shiphands and asked him to just "keep shooting" and see what came out.

To their suprise they both gazed on the picture and said "That's the one".



He placed the pictures down on the table and looked at her with a smile, "Welcome home Mrs. Pascal."

She whispered "Thank you Mr. Pascal", and grabbed the towel from his body and running up the stairs giggling madly.