I could have also been nervous because I was checking into a hotel room with a very expressive and sometimes loud squid woman in my car. That really could have contributed to it.
I don’t usually go for motels, they’ve always felt kinda scummy to me, but tonight I obviously had many reasons why I’d rather pull right up to the door to my room instead of walking through hallways carting along said squid woman, so, the finest room at the Seaside Motor Suites would have to do.
I say. I put my backpack on the table and reach in for yet another fruit punch. “Here.”
Apparently there was something about the salinity of the solution she was kept in, but Xyzo has an insatiable appetite for electrolytes. The current haul of sports drinks in my backpackare the third that we picked up on the way here, in awkward convenience store tips where I know I looked suspicious, but had no other option.
Xyzo peers at my hand, her arms slowly lengthening and twisting back to their natural state. “No orange?”
“You drank all the orange, so we’re stuck with fruit punch for the night.” I hold the bottle out.
“Fine…” Xyzo reaches a tentacle out and wraps it around the bottle. Her skin feels slightly oily, but much drier and colder than the other times I touched her.
“What? Not a fan of Red 40?”
Xyzo twists the cap off while holding the bottle with the same tentacle, a move that is maybe a littletooimpressively dexterous. “Huh?” She takes a sip, some of the red liquid dripping down her chin. “You humans are boiling the planet, and you’re worried about a 1% increase in the chance of getting a stomach ache…priorities.” Xyzo takes two large gulps with a wide-open mouth to finish off the bottle in an instant. “No, I just dislike it because fruit punch tastes like garbage.”
Her mouth in that moment looks…fuck.
I don’t really recall the last time I had sex, but I know it’s been too long. It was probably some forgettable bout of desperation as me and Maya tried to salvage some semblance of our romantic relationship, but that was at least six months ago at this point. I’d fooled around with some friends here and there since then, but nothing too serious, nothing deep.
So with that context, I’m sure you can understand how looking at Xyzo right now in a hotel room, the relief of safety running through my mind for the first time in a couple of days, made me inexplicably turned on.
She reaches over and hands me the empty bottle. “I’ll leave it to your human intuition to find a trash can.”
I take the bottle and start to pull my hand away, but I feel Xyzo’s tentacle wrap around my wrist, freezing me in place.
“Hey.” She says.
“Y…yeah?”
“Just…thanks for deciding to help me. I know it would have been easier to leave me there to die, especially since I was moaning and being a bitch about it.”
“You were really annoying, I don’t know if I could have left.” I smirk.
“No, you could have. Most people would have.” Xyzo’s tentacle tightens slightly. “Just…don’t sell yourself short, Lucy.”
“Thanks…I won’t.” I know I’m blushing like an idiot, but I have no resistance to it right now. She has me in her clutches, very literally. But, being the nervous wreck I am, I decide to divert. “You feel…cold…”
“Clammy?” She says.
“I was trying to avoid the seafood puns.”
Xyzo giggles at the very weak joke. “I’m fine, just…a little dried out. Being around such a cute girl takes a lot out of me.”
“Uh…umm…” I say, my heart jumping and skittering in my chest as I see Xyzo’s demeanor change. “What do you…what are you…”
“Listen, I’ve been hooked up to machines and prodded for five years, and, even aliens have…urges…” Xyzo pulls a little closer, her leg or…whatever, pressing into me, pinning me to the table.
“That’s, I mean…I just…” I can barely form the words as things swirl in my head. None of this feels real…well, except the incredibly real feeling of Xyzo’s body giving my touch-starved self something to distract from what’s been a bewildering night. “There’s a…lot…what are we…”
“Lucy,” Xyzo draws in closer, “I can tell. Even if your girldick wasn’t pressing against your leggings right now, I would be able to tell just from your cheeks.” She grins. “Unless I’m wrong.”
“You’re not…” I say.
“It’s…safe, just to be clear. There’s no chance of anything…happening.” Xyzo says.
“How do you know?”
