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As Kafka stepped into Stelle's room, she handed her a large envelope. It was glittery and purple, similar to Kafka's makeup, although on the front were the words "Fly Me to The Moon" and "Robin."
"For you. Sunday may or may not have owed me a favor, and he may or may not have owed his sister a favor, so here we are," she said as Stelle took what she now recognized as a record.
"Oh, wow. Thanks, Kafka! I think I'll go play this right now!" Stelle sped over to her record player and carefully placed the vinyl on the turntable. Jazzy notes emanated from the speakers, setting a relaxing mood, almost as if Stelle was in a coffee shop instead of her room.
Kafka had already taken a seat on the edge of Stelle's bed, and she held out a hand that Stelle gladly took. Kafka gently kissed it as she pulled Stelle close. The younger woman couldn't help but blush hard at Kafka's boldness; they had only been dating for a few months, but the two women shared a bond that went way beyond only romance. Theirs was truly a love for the stars, especially given the Stellaron that resided in Stelle's chest.
"Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars," the recording played, with Robin's breathy vocals guiding the listener into the world she painted with her song.
"It's an old song from the planet Earth, but lately, Robin's version of it has spread across the universe like a memetic virus," Kafka said, chuckling lightly. "And all because I commissioned it!"
"Hey, at least it's not something that'll make me say 'ba-na'. I still have nightmares about that."
Kafka patted Stelle on her head, and she leaned into her gentle touch. "No more thoughts about bananas and monkeys right now. This next part is my favorite!"
The instrumentation of the song became more lush, with the sounds of the strings and horns ramping up in volume as Robin's song turned from the galactic to the personal, pleading for her lover's affection.
"You are all I long for, all I worship and adore," Robin sang, the emotion of longing and admiration clear as a bell as the song neared its close.
Kafka and Stelle's faces were close; Stelle could feel Kafka's breath near her ear, making her shiver.
"In other words, I love you."
Stelle swooned as Kafka wrapped her in a kiss, taking charge as she usually did.
"Don't tell me you brought me this sweet gift just to get in my pants," Stelle said after they parted.
"Stelle, babygirl, do you really think I'm that shallow? I mean, something like that is just a bonus."
Kafka pushed Stelle onto the bed and straddled her hips. She unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt to reveal her ample cleavage. Kafka shot Stelle a sultry look.
"I can think of two bonuses right in front of me," Stelle joked.
Kafka shushed her, placing a finger on Stelle's lips.
"Naughty girl. Looks like I'm going to have to punish you all night long."
Stelle thanked her lucky stars that the rest of the Express crew was out on a mission as Kafka did her worst. Why didn't she get her own room sooner?