Vidar shook his head.
“No. Females and males do not express gender through clothing. However, I find it nice to see your…figure.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks at his mention of my figure. I wasn’t exactly eager for the purple-skinned alien to be ogling me especially not when my boss or any of my coworkers could come sailing through the door at any minute.
“We’re taking a huge risk here, Vidar.”
He shrugged.
“It is nothing I cannot handle. But I must admit, it’s nice to hear you use my name.”
“I shouldn’t be doing this, you know.”
“Right. Your culture shames women for this. I can sense that…”
“From your implant?”
He grinned, “No. My people have traveled hundreds of lightyears to get here. We’ve encountered thousands of species and even created a species of our own. We are… perceptive.”
“Oh…”
“Shh…”
He leaned in and for the first time, he kissed me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Only a few moments ago, he’d been bound to a table, unconscious and weak. I’d pitied him. I’d felt guilt at the fact that we could have a sentient creature in our midst and the government had ordered us to torture him and extract biological information. Guilt was the furthest thing from my mind now. Vidar was right. I could now sense the abundance of dopamine and adrenaline flowing through my veins and forcing me to bend to his will.
My desire welled up as if it were out of my control. He assumed I’d fantasized about a moment like this. It wasn’texactlytrue. I mean, sure, I’d watchedStar Trekgrowing up like every young nerdy girl and I’d found myself imagining aCardassian, like a less evilGul Dukat, or perhaps a proudKlingonman likeWorf. But the fantasy had never gone further than that.
I hadn’t had time for television and alien fantasies in… forever.
Vidar’s lips pressed against mine and his tongue thrust into my mouth. I squealed as he kissed me. Suction cups lined his tongue and as he pushed it into my mouth, he sucked on my tongue hard, claiming my lips and my mouth as his. He lifted me off the ground so that I wouldn’t have to tiptoe so much to reach his lips and then Vidar pressed me against the wall of the lab. His tail swung out behind him, the tip studded with suction cups like a tentacle of its own.
Before I could protest, my legs were outstretched around his waist and I clung to him with both my arms and legs, holding on for dear life.
“We can’t actually be doing this,” I murmured as one last-ditch attempt to protest what I knew in my heart I wanted.
“Of course we can,” he replied, “Unless of course you’re already mated.”
“No… I’m not.”
“When was the last time you had a mate?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks again. I couldn’t see how that was any of his business! Still, a strong, muscled, purple alien had me pressed up against the wall and he’d just given me the hottest kiss I’d ever received in my life. I was compelled to answer him, even if the truth painted me in a rather unflattering light.
“Five years…”
“And you survived?!”
His surprised seemed genuine. Although, I clearly couldn’t read him as well as he could read me.
“Yes, I survived.”
“My species needs stimulation to survive. We need it often…”
“Is that the only reason why you want this?”
“No.”
He kissed me again without elaborating further. I closed my eyes and finally stopped resisting him. The more I kissed him, the more I wanted him and the less I could deny that truth. I ran my hands over his muscular chest, surprised at how humanoid he felt despite his purple skin and his serpentine green eyes. I craved his touch which was so expertly attuned to my desires. I wondered if his implant could read that much too.
