Just One Night

A little something different this week:

Galon checked his preparations one last time – scented candles, wine, Silian chocolates, lots of pillows and cushions – he didn’t think he’d forgotten anything. He couldn’t believe how hard it was to try to surprise Mango. When someone lived in your mind with you, secrets were just not possible. He’d finally gone to Lord Marohi and Lady Cleona to help: Please! Distract Mango and keep him out of my head long enough to get things together for a romantic getaway. Lady Cleona had jumped at the chance to have a little fun with his mostly-taciturn mate.

All that was left was to go get Mango, keep him from reading his mind about what he’d done, and then enjoy an evening of no distractions, no assignments, no missions to save the galaxies – just he and Mango. They hadn’t been able to do something like this since Lord Marohi had allowed them to take off on an extended holiday after Mango had been injured. Injured so severely he’d almost lost the man he loved more than anyone else.

And how had that happened? How had he come to love Mango so much? Gods! He couldn’t even imagine his life without Mango now.

Galon felt a presence and whipped around.

“Damn it! Mango! I was supposed to come get you!” Galon crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

Apparently he looked silly because he got one of Mango’s rare full-out smiles.

“You were not ready for me, Galon?” Mango asked.

“Well, yeah, but I was going to come to you and put a blind fold on you and… well… You know you’re really hard to surprise,” Galon still felt like pouting.

“You will be pleased to know Lady Cleona and Lord Marohi succeeded until only a moment ago,” Mango said, coming to stand before him.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Mango nodded. “However, Manu has learned how to teleport and needed them.”

“Oh, Gods!” Galon couldn’t help but laugh. “Where did he go?”

“Lord Bendel’s office,” Mango replied with that adorable twitch of his lips. “Alone. I am sure they will eventually find everything.”

“Good thing I plan to keep you here for a couple of days,” Galon said, thinking there was no way he was going on a search and rescue mission for whatever Manu had ‘ported to wherever.

Mango looked past him at the piled cushions and candles, and raised a brow. Galon turned around to look, as well, with a critical eye, wanting to see it from Mango’s perspective. He’d purposely not used anything even resembling pink; not after the pink lover’s bower Lowe had gifted them with. He turned back to Mango, who was now watching him with those dark eyes. He could lose himself so easily in those eyes.

“You wished for an evening alone with me?” Mango asked. “Out here? Is our room at the palace not comfortable?”

“Our room is fine,” Galon sighed. “I wanted a place where we wouldn’t be disturbed by some emergency.”

“Galon, your logic is not sound,” Mango stated. “The Kawanas can reach us at any time simply by calling for us telepathically.”

“Yeah, but they won’t,” Galon shook his head. “Lord Marohi promised. Tonight and tomorrow are all ours – no calls, no missions.”

Galon looked over his shoulder again and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. Okay, so maybe he was just being silly. He’d just wanted to show Mango how much he meant to him, how much he loved him; let him know he wouldn’t change anything about their mating, no matter what kind of shock it was to find out his mate was a male.

He turned back to find Mango was standing much closer, yet not quite touching. Galon put a hand on Mango’s face, feeling the spark of desire he always felt for this man. That lip twitch was back. Gods, that was so sexy. He brought their lips together in a gentle kiss, tasting the spice of his mate. Mango put his arms around Galon’s waist, drawing him close.

“All night?” Mango asked. “And did you bring everything we would need?”

Galon reached into his jumpsuit pocket, retrieving the small vial of oil and showed it to Mango.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he smirked.