A quiet afternoon and a sweet evening for Steve and Jan

The morning progressed with conversation, cuddles, kissing and more with their friends, but over time, one by one, they left. Kaya was the last to leave, kissing Steve and Jan sweetly. “I love you both,” she said.

Jan and Steve returned the affection and soon were alone. Jan sat down on the couch and sighed, “I’m tired; order in for dinner?”

Steve nodded, “Turkish? Indian?” he asked.

“Oh, Indian, definitely. Naan and butter chicken sounds lovely.” Steve ordered as he grabbed some robes for both of them and soon they were curled up on the couch together, chatting as they waited for their food. “Steve?” Jan asked.

“Yeah?” he replied, half asleep already.

“I’m going to miss Kaya when we go on our honeymoon,” she said.

He nodded, “So am I, but I also want that time to be just us.”

“Oh, of course, I just wanted you to know that if I am thinking of her, it’s not because of you,” Jan fumbled with her words, feeling like she was not explaining herself very well.

“I get that but don’t worry, I’m not the jealous type,” he said with a laugh.

Jan laughed with him, “I hope not, seeing as tomorrow I get bred by Gen.” As she said that, the doorbell rang, and Steve started before jumping up to answer the door.

Outside he saw a woman with wings, her face was fairly pointed, and she walked on bird like legs. “Indian for Steve?” she asked.

Steve nodded and took the food, noting her clawed hands before she turned and flew up into the sky. He noticed a thermal backpack and smiled. As he closed the door, he said to Jan, “Looks like our favourite Indian joint has a harpy as a delivery person.”

Jan’s eyebrows raised slightly, “Well, it makes sense. I mean, it would be a lot cheaper, with no car costs, to have delivery drivers, well, deliverers, fly. Or did you mention it because you found her attractive?”

Steve laughed, “Actually, I mentioned it because it didn’t seem strange. It seemed, well, normal.”

“How our world has changed,” she replied as he sat beside her. “So I do have a follow-up question, though?” He nodded for her to ask as he served up some food on the plates he had brought out earlier. “Amat?” Steve paused, “Are you going to ask her to share some food?”

“I can’t say I haven’t considered it, even before knowing that was part of their culture.” He paused, “I don’t know when though, I mean, my life is kind of busy. What about you? You only have regular, well, activities with Gen, Kaya and me. Are you interested in more?”

Jan smiled, “You mean the, what, four people I slept with last night don’t count? I don’t know; I’ve been thinking about it, and maybe. I mean, Tar is kind of a hunk.”

Steve laughed, “The griffon with the face of an eagle you are describing as a hunk?”

She shrugged, “My tastes are slightly different to what they once were, after, well, everything.”

Steve kissed her with passion, the taste of his first bit of Indian mingling with hers. “I will always support you, so if you want to try something, please, enjoy.”

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