“You don’t owe me anything, you know. If anything, I owe you for getting me out of that nightmare bubble dancing.” She pushes her hands lower down my abs, toward my quickly stiffening cock. “I won’t play dumb and pretend that I don’t know why you saved me.”
Opal drops the sheet from her shoulders, unveiling her breasts. I can still see the marks my mouth left on her soft flesh as she works her fingertips over the button of my pants. She fumbles slightly, like she’s attempting to flip my waist fastener open.
“Just press it,” I say, my breath catching as she finally frees my cock from its cloth prison.
“I can hold up my end of this bargain.” She pulls at the pants, wanting them off. She rubs her hand underneath my open waistband, “I help you out and you protect me, right?”
She looks up through hooded lids, and I suddenly realize what she’s implying.
“I did not bring you here to keep you as a sex slave,” I say, disgusted. I use every ounce of my willpower to push her hands away, to flip my cock up toward my waistband so it doesn’t betray my sincerity. “I brought you here because…”
I stutter. I do not tell her I want to keep her forever. That I will do anything I can within my power to keep her safe, and most importantly, to keep her by my side.
“I brought you here, because I thought you wanted to be with me after our first meeting.”
She looks ashamed, and I hate that almost as much as her sadness.
“I never said I didn’t want to be with you.”
“You never said you did either.” I pause for a moment. “Do you?”
“I don’t know. I went from eating some sushi in my car to being poked and prodded and shoved into a bubble for alien enjoyment. It’s a lot to fucking take in, Ke’ain.” Opal throws her hands up in the air, frustrated. “I just need some time. Can you let me process all this shit?”
“I said it before, but just in case you didn’t hear me the first time, we’ll do whatever you want, Opal. I promise.” This time she hugs me, her arms not reaching all the way around my body.
“Thank you, Ke’ain,” she sniffs into my chest. Her hand presses against my stiff cock. “I think it’s obvious that I don’t dislike you, right? I just need to figure out what being here with you entails. Can you give me a bit of time to do that?”
Her human hand presses harder, giving my cock a solid stroke.
I groan, “All the time you need.”
It pains me to remove her hand from me again, but I do it. As much as I would love for her to keep going, we’ve got to prepare for the tourist season’s opening event.
“So, what’s a si'bok?” she asks.
“It’s like a water cruiser, but for ceremonial events. It’s jeweled and uncomfortable but an expected tradition. We’ll be the tail end of the parade. I’m sorry if it’ll be boring for you.” I squeeze her hand in mine. “But I think we both will feel better if we don’t let each other out of sight. Agreed?”
“Agreed.” A small true smile creeps onto her face as she squeezes my hand back. “I don’t know what kind of life you think I lead back on Earth, but boating with royalty is not an everyday event.”
“Can I ask you something though, before we leave?”
“Of course Ke’ain,” she says.
“What’s sushi?” I can feel my translator chip struggling to place the word.
“Um, it’s fish, sliced up and raw over rice. It’s really good,” she reminisces, obviously fond of the food.
There must be no direct translation of the word sushi in the fil’en language. Instead, visual representations of what it might be are pushed into my mind. I narrow my eyes and look at her suspiciously as images of aquatic gilled creatures fill my mind, gills like mine. I say nothing, but decide to keep an eye on how hard she bites me in the future. But as I think of her rosebud lips, I decide maybe I wouldn’t miss a bite or two if it would make her happy.
“What’s that face?” She asks as I ponder how many bites from my Opal I could endure.
I shrug and guide her into the dining room, away from the crime scene that my study has become.
?OPAL
He stares at me from the opposite side of his limo-like spaceship. Ke’ain seems more serious than before. I smooth my hands over the skirt to the green gown I’m wearing. To say it was strange to put on a dress that fit better than anything I’d ever owned is an understatement. It’s as if the dress was part of my skin, its fabric similar to leather, but a bit stretchy. I don’t think it’s something we had on Earth though—the way the fabric flexes seems unnatural. The bust is cut low and has an asymmetrical shoulder strap. It is strange but beautiful. The green matched that of Ke’ain’s suit and cape combination.
“This is like a parade, right?” I pick at the seams of the gown. We float close to the ground, and throngs of aliens flank the roadside.
