You stick out your tongue playfully, breaking the tension, and mouth the words, ‘I like your paci.’ She grins and pulls it out to show you. The nipple is extra large, something nearly impossible to find on Earth but easy to buy on Obasaan. She twirls it between her fingers, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
‘Thanks! Got it at the colony’s adult baby store. They have the best stuff,’ she mouths back, her voice muffled but excited. ‘You should check it out when we land. They’ve got onesies with built-in mittens, too.’
The shuttle lurches slightly, and she giggles, popping the pacifier back into her mouth. The moment feels electric, like the start of something new. But before you can respond, the intercom crackles to life: ‘Attention, passengers. We’re beginning our descent. Please secure your belongings and prepare for landing.’
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