Beautiful. That was what she expected least. That with time to look, Plourr really was beautiful.

Her heart didn't throb like it did when she thought of Jack, but...Plourr was perfect, just as she was. And this didn't hurt. It felt good.

Aeryn kissed the bottom of her chin, a small kiss. It said absolutely everything she couldn't convey in words.

But her hand moved, into wetness and softness; warmth and a strangeness she hadn't equated anyone else as having before. Urgently, it pressed inward, kneading with tenderness and an entire lack of politeness. What good was it to be polite now?