#kadargo

Chiana stood at the mouth of D'Argo's quarters, watching him in silence. Talyn's remains were in the sacred space, their final mission together was over. Now it was time to go their separate ways. All of them. Crichton was gonna keep looking for wormholes. Rygel was gonna try to reclaim his throne. Even Chiana planned to go off and look for her brother. And then there was D'Argo. He was gonna go off and get himself killed. Well, that's how Chiana thought of it and that's why now, instead of packing up her few belongings, she was at D'Argo's door. 

Chiana was fuming. Crichton could justify them all he liked, but the humans had gone too frelling far this time! They'd held something called a "press conference" in order to introduce them all to the world. All the... aliens. Chiana hated that word. Just 'cuz humans hadn't made it beyond their own moon, didn't give them the right to be so... so... Chiana gave a furious growl, her head jerking violently to the side. The thing hadn't even ended yet, but the crowd was beginning to get uncomfortable. Apparently, she, D'Argo, and Rygel were not human enough to continue and instead ushered backstage by guards who wouldn't dare get too close. Careful, might get infected by the aliens. Oh how Chiana wished she could kick them in the mivonks without starting Earth's first intergalactic war.

Rygel had disappeared, probably off to eat more Earth sweets, so the only other person in the room was D'Argo. More than herself, Chiana felt sorry for him. The humans were particularly nasty to him. There'd even been one remark about what a abomination a human/Luxan hybrid would be. Seeing as Sebaceans and humans looked pretty much the same, Chiana was sure his mind had gone where hers did. Jothee. Not that she would mention D'Argo's son to him. Not after everything.

He looked up, meeting Chiana’s stare as her hand trailed up his thigh, moving inward. He was used to her grey fingers trailing up his legs, but the contrast between her light grey skin and the dark red of his pants never ceased to startle him. D’Argo bit into the air with a growl. “Chi—Chiana.”A growl built up in his throat, low and guttural.  He reached out a hand and lifted Chiana’s chin with one finger to meet her gaze. Gently, D’argo kissed her grey lips, and then harder.  He stopped just as suddenly as he had kissed her.

"We were going to tier six."