Chapter 5
“What?” said Arabel.
“Thank you for not snapping my neck.”
“I’m sorry, I got carried away. Tree flower.” Arabel scrunched up her face for a second, as if stifling a sneeze, and then burst out into a raucous peal of laughter.
“You mated me like a drone.” Lina smirked. “I feel so dirty.”
“Mmm. You were so hot, baby.”
“You too.” Lina reached around to swipe a finger behind Arabel’s ear, but was stopped short by Arabel’s quick grasp and found her finger in trapped between Arabel’s teeth.
“Too sensitive, baby,” Arabel said, around the finger in her mouth.
Lina put on a pout, but her attempt at seriousness was quickly overridden by the tree flower still surging through her system, and the warm afterglow of their recent passion. She broke out into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, instead.
“Can you imagine?” Lina said, as she began to get herself under control again, “The life of a drone. Always thinking about mating, and then when you finally get to do it, you die in the process?”