Chaos' Heir

In hindsight, and according to some twisted rule of the universe, the current development made perfect sense.

In the past, Khan couldn't compromise. He had to keep looking for the Nak, and remaining on Nitis would have ruined his plans. Khan had to leave, even if that broke his heart.

In the same way, Liiza couldn't follow Khan. Her species had just suffered from a catastrophic event, and her mother had even sacrificed herself during it. Liiza had to stay on Nitis and help rebuild it. She couldn't leave, not after what her mother had done.

Either option would have hurt one side, and the universe didn't give the couple any solution outside that. The current situation was no different, but Khan and Liiza had found an alternative. Neither was willing to sacrifice the other to remain together, so they both did it.

Of course, that solution couldn't have come ten years ago. Khan and Liiza had been too young, inexperienced, and unaccomplished back then.

Instead, Khan now knew where to go, and his forces were working on that. Meanwhile, Liiza had served her species for ten years, pushing herself until she was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice. Khan had prevented that, but that didn't diminish Liiza's efforts and growth.

So, the two remained in the pilot's chair, clinging to each other as if the world depended on it. Liiza was curled on Khan's chest, while he hugged her with everything he had. Khan had even immersed his face in her long, white, and red hair, absorbing its scent and softness as more and more memories resurfaced.

It was uncanny, really. People sometimes didn't know how much they had missed something until they reobtained it. Khan and Liiza were in that exact situation, mentally regressing while habits and sensations from the past closed that ten-year gap that had felt like an eternity.

Khan was relatively new to those physical symptoms, and his element didn't make them any easier. Instead, Liiza had already experienced them in the past, so she recovered earlier than he did.

That recovery allowed Liiza to ponder beyond the wild, instinctive reactions in her mind. She knew her past emotions were still there and that Khan felt the same, but ten years had passed. The two had changed, and it would take some time for them to adjust to their new selves.

Of course, Liiza had yet to fully absorb the whole tide of emotions from betraying her species again, but that could come later. Now, she could only think about her long-lost first and only love and how to handle being reunited with him.

Talking was the standard and wise approach, but Liiza was a Niqols. Her species dealt in emotions, and she couldn't deny the feelings that had started to fill her brain while sitting on Khan.

Truthfully, it was quite a novelty for Liiza. After Khan left, she had been quite frigid, and her few attempts to solve that had failed miserably. Yet, everything was different now. A hidden and forgotten switch in her brain had flicked, flooding what had been dry for too long.

Khan had long since lost track of time. As far as he cared, he could stay in that position forever, but Liiza disagreed. She eventually moved, pushing herself away from Khan's chest to face him properly.

The cold, white light from Liiza's eyes illuminated Khan's face, mixing with his blue glow to give birth to a paler radiance. Liiza's expression was far more genuine now. She inspected Khan with innocent curiosity and let that feeling guide her.

Liiza's hands rose to reach Khan's face. She moved her fingers over his cheeks and lips, and a cute smile broadened on her expression when she reached his hair. Liiza had always liked playing with it, and its texture didn't change after becoming long and blue.

Khan was different, but exactly as Liiza recalled him. Still, touching Khan wasn't enough to close that ten-year gap or satisfy her, so she slowly stood up before offering her hand.

Reasons or thoughts had abandoned Khan's mind for a while. He was in a daze, immersed in a beautiful dream. Everything about Liiza marveled him, from her cold figure to her beauty, so he could only follow her with his eyes, appreciating her every move.

Still, Liiza demanded a reaction from Khan when she stood up. Khan inspected her captivating, attentive face before looking at her stretched hand. He tilted his head, seemingly unsure about what to do, but eventually took it.

Liiza squeezed Khan's hand, and he squeezed hers before she stepped away from the seat, gently pulling him. Khan stood up to make Liiza's job easier, and she began leading him outside the bridge and into the rest of the ship.

Liiza didn't turn, and Khan didn't oppose the process. She crossed the ship, inspecting her surroundings to find something suitable while Khan simply looked at her back and the long white and red hair that almost reached her butt.

Eventually, Liiza found what she was looking for and entered it. She pulled Khan into his ship's living quarters, approaching the tidy bed resting at its end. Liiza seemed about to jump on it but stopped right before that, turning to face Khan.

Liiza's curiosity had intensified, turning into a powerful, unstoppable magnet. She was also in a daze, and her body moved on its own to fulfill the desires screaming in her mind.

At first, Liiza reached for Khan's head again, carefully lifting his silver crown before letting it fall to the floor. The two barely heard the clinging noise that followed, and neither stopped looking at each other while Liiza's hands kept moving.

Liiza addressed the thick cape next, lifting it from Khan's shoulders and letting it fall behind him. His uniform was already partially open, so its remaining buttons soon followed, and he helped her by pulling his arms back and making it slide off of him.

Khan's torso was in full display now, as well as the disgusting state of his forearms, but Liiza only spared them a glance before focusing on his chiseled torso. He was more muscular than she recalled, but no less attractive. Actually, Liiza believed she liked it even better.

Liiza breathed deeply and loudly when her fingers touched Khan's scar and slid toward the edge of his abs. Her eyes seemed glued to his muscles, but she lifted them, looking at Khan with an intense, captivating expression.

Khan never stopped checking Liiza. She was taking her liberties with him, following her feelings, and he let her do everything she wanted. Truth be told, he was in a similar situation, slowly overcoming that ten-year-long separation, probing Liiza whenever their eyes met.

Then, Liiza retracted her hand, stepping back until her legs hit the bed. She didn't even look at it before slowly sitting on the mattress, adjusting her long skirt in the process.

Khan's glowing eyes darted between Liiza and the bed. He had never used it after Monica. He had never sat or slept on any mattress after that breakup, but Liiza kept looking at him, and her hand eventually rose, inviting him to take it, which he did.