Lex watched with hooded eyes as Maya covered her delectable curves, her face expressionless, even as her slamming of drawers indicated ire. Didn't she enjoy my touch? Actually, he knew she had. The taste of her-ambrosia, for sure-still lingered on his tongue. Why her displeasure then? Fabric came flying at him and hit him in the face, along with a terse, "Get dressed." Confused by the earthling's reaction, and even more by his-I want her back in bed, naked-he dressed in the odd clothing she'd given him. The shirt, with short sleeves, stretched tight across his shoulders and featured a faded picture of a rainbow. A pair of short pants that left his legs bare completed the makeshift outfit, and thus attired, he went looking for her out in her main living area. He found her in the food preparation area banging around, and he approached tentatively and slowly like one would with a ready-to-bolt Jelaxian mount. "May I inquire as to your apparent anger?"
The streets crawled with military Jeeps and personnel. Maya, entering the thrift shop where she did most of her shopping, greeted the owner, whom she knew well. "What's up with the soldiers?" she asked, glancing out the front window. "Aliens," said a gleeful Marco. "The military isn't saying, of course, but my cousin whose sister is married to the brother of the assistant to the base commander says they tracked the alien to town." Maya didn't try to follow the convoluted family connection the news came from, but the chill from his words, though, made her ask, "Do they know where he is?" "Nah, the dogs lost his trail apparently. They haven't started a door-to-door search, but it's coming." "Would you turn an alien over if you found one?" Maya asked casually as she browsed through the bins. "Never. Knowing what the military would probably do, that would just be asking for an intergalactic war." Maya smiled. She remembered many a night by the glow
Maya had left hours ago, and Lex began worrying. What if the enemies who'd chased him had captured her? She could be in danger. Hurt. Or walking through the door with a grim look. Quick strides brought him to her side, where he enveloped her in a crushing hug before he shook her. "What took you so long? I was worried about you. Are you injured?" Looking bemused, Maya just gazed up at him, the longing clear in her eyes. Lex gave in without a fight and raised her higher for a kiss. She returned his embrace for a moment before pushing away. "Hi," she said breathlessly. "As you can see, I'm fine, so you can put me down now." Lex wanted to protest but clenched his jaw instead as he let her feet touch the floor. Maya avoided his eyes and moved past him into the living area. Crinkling sounded, and once again, flying material hit him. Apparently she had a penchant for throwing things. He perused the clothing she'd brought him, dark pants of a strange m
Maya walked into absolute chaos. Military personnel swarmed all over the hotel, and her stomach tightened in fear. Somehow they'd figured out Lex had been here. She made her way to the employee locker room, where staff buzzed. ". . . doing a room-by-room search." ". . . saw them with a Geiger counter . . ." The words flowed over her, and Maya pasted a smile of interest on her face, all the while thanking the fact that she'd shown up for work. Calling in sick today would have instantly put her in the spotlight. But she wasn't out of the woods yet. Andre, the night manager, walked in and clapped his hands, quieting the clamor. "You may have noticed that the military are here. They are seeking someone who they believe was last seen at our hotel." Murmurs sounded, but Andre clapped his hands hard, and the room silenced again. "All who were on duty last night are wanted for individual questioning. Your cooperation is expected." And with that, the ca
Lex was bored out of his mind. He'd finally stopped masturbating-not an easy task. Through trial and error, he'd figured out how to turn on the vid screen, but the odd programming confused him. Who was this Seinfeld, and why did everyone find him so amusing? He paced the confines of Maya's home waiting for her to come back, and it was while he walked back and forth that the uneasiness set in, a niggling feeling that something was amiss. Lex tried to ignore it-leaving the safety of her home would be unwise-but the lingering sense of wrongness-Maya is in danger!-grew. Unable to take it anymore, Lex cursed and looked for something to disguise himself. He found, buried in a closet, a hat with a brim on one side. Placing the strange hat on his head and pulling the narrow brim low over his eyes, he left the confines of her house. Thick darkness blanketed the road and surrounding houses. Lex thanked the clouds that covered the moon, only a night away from its fullness and the end
Maya couldn't help the tears-stupid girly emotions. However, she just didn't understand. If he wanted her, then why couldn't he have her? "Aren't you allowed a say in who you choose to spend your life with?" He continued to stroke her hair and sighed. "I guess it might seem strange to a society that doesn't deal in arranged bondings. But there is a reason for the way we do things. Would you care for a history lesson so that you can better understand?" "Por favor," she said, needing a reason as to why that, even with the strong connection between them, he could not buck tradition. "The planet I come from is called Xaanda. It is larger than your planet, with two suns and three moons. We've been space-farers for quite some time now, and our explorations brought us in contact with a planet of beings who thought to conquer us. They released a deadly virus on our world, one that killed almost all of our females, and many of those that survived ended up barren. Our numbers d
At her words, Lex lost his ability to breathe. If Lex could have had his way, he'd have worshipped Maya's body for the rest of his life. And much as he feared it would hurt him to remember later, he couldn't deny her last request, not when he wanted it too. She looked like an absolute goddess standing there, naked, curvy, and, for the moment, his. He stripped out of his clothes, glad he'd washed himself in her food preparing area while she cleansed herself in the cubicle. He swept her into his arms, her soft nude form enflaming his lust as he carried her into her sleeping quarters. Laying her down on the bed, he covered her lush body with his. Scorching kisses led to roaming hands. He cupped and squeezed the fullness of her breasts, enjoying her pants of pleasure as he teased her nipples with his lips and teeth. "Suck them," she begged when he blew on them, teasing her. He did as she pleaded and sucked on her tender flesh as she writhed under him. Even as he feasted
They made love the rest of the night, not speaking of what had to be done. Instead, they joined their bodies, time and again, as if trying to make up for a lifetime of lovemaking they would never have. When the golden fingers of dawn crept through the cracks in the blind, they fell into an exhausted slumber. But when they woke sometime late in the afternoon, they needed to face reality. "How long do we have before your ship comes back to get you?" she asked as she cooked them some food. "Tonight, when the full moon rises, I need to be in the field of gypsum." Maya closed her eyes and swayed. So soon. But I wanted more time. Yet, one more day, or even two, would never be enough. She wanted what she couldn't have. She wanted him forever. And it didn't help that she knew he wanted it too. If only she were psychic like her great-aunt-may she rest in peace. She'd have called up someone's ancestors and made them change their choice. Which begged the question, w