“Oh, is he?”
Virile was astrangechoice of words, though she couldn’t deny that it made her chest—and cunt—flutter just a bit. Did it matter that her implant made her infertile? Of course not. That just made thebreedingall the more fun, when she knew there was no chance of a baby attached to it…
“Zenith,” Apodis warned, before turning his gaze back to her. “Like I said, I don’t have any sort of romantic partner.”
“And why not?”
What was this? Twenty questions? Apodis’ fingers ceased their kneading, and she quietly mourned the loss of his touch, though her feet remained in his lap.
“You sound like my mother,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m not sure why. I suppose I haven’t found the right person.”
There was noyetattached to the sentence, which made it sound like he’d given up. But perhaps she was reading too much into things.Orshe just didn’t want to be alone in her solitude.
“Doyouhave a girl friend or boy friend?” he asked, the intonation of the words making her giggle.
“No, I don’t. I’m all by myself.” That sounded a lot sadder than she’d meant it. “I quit being on the apps. It was too exhausting.”
“Apps?”
“Dating apps. Where you swipe through to find potential matches, and chat with them. Do you all nothave those?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Apodis said with a solemn expression. “It sounds… impersonal.”
“It is,” she agreed. “You spend all of your time swiping through photos of people, and as soon as you find someone who seems halfway decent, they send you an unsolicited dick pic.”
“Dick… pick?” Apodis asked, and she chuckled, noticing that Zenith had somehow decided to go right back to sleep.
“A picture of his cock,” she explained, trying to resist spiraling into a laughing fit.
“Males send that to females? Without asking?”
“Yeah. I think it’s some sort of power play. And I don’t mind getting pictures like that, I’d just like to be asked. And know that it’s not the only message I’ll be getting from someone.”
Oh God, why the fuck couldn’t she stop talking? She was acting like she was chatting with one of her gal pals from university—women she’d lost contact with—not an alien she’d met exactly one day ago.
“You enjoy receiving images of someone’s genitals?”
“You all don’t do that here?”
Apodis shook his head, and the adorable puzzled look made her chest clench. He didn’t seemupsetby the conversation’s trajectory.
Just confused.
“We do not. But I think I can understand the appeal. In the correct context.”
“Context really matters…”
There was a beat of silence, Gemini’s cheeks flushing from the intimate turn of conversation. Though there were plentiful members of different alien species on Earth, her job employed mostly humans. She’d never had much of a chance to converse with an extraterrestrial in such afamiliarmanner, and it was enlightening.
“Do you like sending images of yourself to others?” he asked.
She swallowed hard, understanding his meaning though she could try to play it off innocently. But the way Apodis’ tongue flicked over his lips made her want to oblige him. That and how her cunt was throbbing as the seconds ticked by and his fingers resumed their magic, moving up her uninjured leg and massaging the deep muscles of her calf.
“Sometimes. But only with someone I trust not to share them with others.” She paused, letting him imagine exactly what she liked to take pictures of before continuing. “I enjoy making videos, too. With the right partner.”
“Videos?” Apodis asked, his brow quirked.
He was trying to remain unfazed, though she could see the way his chest was heaving. Was his cock hard? It was difficult to tell with her feet in his lap. Why was she thinking about his cock anyway?
