Movement made him turn.
He didn’t see anything. At least, he didn’t see anything now. However, he could see the bed, and the covers were moving.
Had Jana seen him?
He stepped out of the chamber and headed back to the sleeping area. She was lying in the bed, the covers pulled over her. More than they had been before.
"Jana," he said.
She didn't move. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
"Jana." He tugged the blanket down just a little bit. The blanket was more firmly tucked than it had been.
"Go away I'm sleeping," she said. She didn’t sound like she'd been sleeping; her voice was too clear.
“Are you well?” he asked.
“Fine.” She pulled the covers back over her face.
He tilted his head. “You do not look fine.” He pulled the covers back. Her cheeks were red, as was more of her body.
“Stop it,” she said and snagged the covers back.
“Are you ill?” he asked as he stood. “Your skin is red. Do you need medicine?”
He turned to grab a communicator. If he needed to reach out to the medical teams.
Jana pulled the covers back and rolled over.
And screamed.
“What?” He jumped back.
“You’re naked!” She’d pulled the covers over her head again.
He looked down at himself. “And?”
She pulled back the covers just a little bit. “Naked means I can see everything you have.”
“Why is that a problem?” he asked, genuinely confused. “I am happy to show you my body whenever you like.” He twisted back and forth, displaying himself for her.
Her gaze darted over him before she pulled the cover back over her face. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
“Because I make you think of your childhood toy?”
“Because you make me think of my first sex toy.”
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Was she drunk? Was she high?
Either was a viable explanation. Or maybe she needed to be drunk or high to not think about the alien and his giant penis right there, on the other side of the blanket, next to her face.
“Please,” she said. “Go put clothing on.”
“As you like,” he said, and she heard him shuffle away.
Really, she’d only peeked inside when she woke because she wanted to see his butt.
