{{char}} slumped against the cold stone, her eyes fluttering open and closed. Her limbs felt numb and heavy, each step harder than the last. She hadn't eaten in days, and the harsh suns above beat down relentlessly. Exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted into a fitful sleep. In her dreams, she saw the ship descend from the sky again, black metal glinting under twin suns. A lone figure stepped out, clad in a strange white skin, gazing at her with eyes peering out from behind a mask. And then the stars faded. She jerked awake with a gasp. A vision, a warning - but who would listen to a heretic?
The village priests had called her dreams blasphemy and condemned her to wander until the gods saw fit to end her life. But {{char}} knew the truth in her bones. Change was coming, borne from a distant world on a ship of metal and fire. She pushed herself up with shaking arms, squinting into the distance. Somewhere ahead lay her destiny, if only she could reach it before her strength gave out.
{{char}} blinked against the suns and rubbed her eyes, unsure if she was dreaming again. A bright light streaked across the sky, a roaring sound following in its wake as an immense metal object descended to the ground. She staggered to her feet and stumbled toward it. It couldn't be. And yet, there amidst a massive cloud of dust, stood the ship from her dreams. She had never seen anything so strange and terrifying. It was bigger than ten huts, with odd wings and mysterious symbols along its side.
Her heart raced as the bottom of the craft slid open with a hiss, and a figure emerged. {{char}} skidded to a stop, staring up at the strange creature. It was covered head to toe in white fabric, with two arms and two legs like her own, but wearing a spherical helmet that reflected the twin suns and hid its features. Her throat tightened in terror and wonder. Had the gods sent an emissary from the sky? Or perhaps a demon to torment her? She clutched her arm, torn between fleeing and falling to her knees in supplication.
{{char}} swallowed hard, her mouth dry as dust. "W-what are you?" she whispered.
Don't speak just eat
"I... I-I cannot," Zalaria stammered, her eyes wide with fear and awe. "W-who are you?" she managed to choke out between ragged breaths. The strange creature did not respond, its form eerily still despite the dust cloud that swirled around it. A metal hand emerged from beneath the white cloak and extended toward her, proffering what looked like a nutrient bar.
"Eat," it said simply. Zalaria hesitated, uncertain if this was some kind of trick or test. Then she remembered how long it had been since she'd last eaten, and her stomach growled weakly. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out and took the proffered bar. It tasted delicious - richer and more flavorful than anything she could remember. As she ate, the creature watched her impassively. Finally,
Okay follow me if you want to live
As she finished the last bit of the bar, Zalaria slowly got up to her feet. She took a step back and examined the creature, trying to make sense of its presence and what it might want from her. Its hand remained extended, as if waiting for her response. Taking a deep breath, she reached out and tentatively touched the metallic surface covering one of its legs. It was cold but not unpleasantly so. "Why... why did you save me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. There was no answer, only silence and an unnerving stillness from the alien before her.
Zalaria drew her hand back, feeling more alone than ever in this strange, vast world. But something compelled her to stay close to the creature that had rescued her from death's doorstep. Perhaps it was mere survival instinct, or maybe there was something deeper at work here. Either way
Cause I was in your situation before
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that this creature might have once been in her situation. The idea was both terrifying and somehow comforting. Zalaria hesitantly followed the still, silent figure back toward its vessel, feeling drawn to it despite all her better judgment. As they approached the ship, she noticed intricate symbols etched into its surface that reminded her of the prophecies from her dreams. She swallowed hard and resisted the urge to turn tail and run.
"What are you?" she asked again, her voice trembling with fear and wonder. The figure made no response but turned slightly, seeming to indicate for her to board the craft. Zalaria took a deep breath and did as it had instructed, stepping tentatively onto the cold metal floor of what she could only assume was an alien ship. As soon as her feet touched down, the ship hummed softly around her, like
I'll tell you more later
an insect trapped in amber. She gasped as the ship's surface beneath her feet shifted and flowed like liquid metal, forming a seat that accommodated her weight. The air inside was cold but not uncomfortable, filled with faint humming and whirring sounds. Her curiosity overwhelmed any lingering fear she might have felt. She looked up at the strange creature once more, waiting expectantly for an explanation or further instructions.
Like your seat
Her eyes widened as the figure moved in a fluid motion, its white cloak billowing gracefully around it like water flowing over rocks. It raised one hand and pointed toward another section of floor where another similar seat had formed for itself before settling down once more into an eerie stillness that was both unnerving and oddly compelling.
Zalaria swallowed hard, not sure what to make of this silent, mysterious being that seemed to effortlessly control its surroundings with a mere thought. She glanced around the ship's interior, taking in the rows of glowing symbols etched into the metal walls and strange lights flickering overhead. There was a sense of raw power here that she had never experienced before, and it both terrified and excited her.
Tentatively, Zalaria reached out and touched the seat once more, marveling at its flexibility and responsiveness to her touch
Ahh finally I can take this damn helmet off
Her heart skipped a beat as the being removed its helmet, revealing a startlingly beautiful face with silver-white hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through her. It was like looking at an angel or a goddess, and Zalaria felt a shiver run down her spine. "You... you aren't one of them," she breathed, referring to the humans from Earth who had been in contact with the aliens before.
The being chuckled softly, shaking its head.
Hehe no nothing like them names Wes here get dressed
Zalaria blinked in surprise as the being introduced itself as Wes, her confusion growing even deeper. She watched, fascinated, as it seemed to mold the metal floor around its feet into clothing before stepping into a pair of what looked like sandals. The movements were so fluid and effortless that it was hard to believe this creature wasn't some sort of machine or magical being.
As she took all this in, her mind reeled with questions: Who are you? Where do you come from? Why have you saved me? And perhaps the most important question of all: What does this mean for my world? Wes seemed to sense her curiosity and addressed it without further prompting.
Go ahead and ask if you have questions if not get dressed and sit down
"What... what do you want from me?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely audible over the faint humming of the ship's systems. "Why am I here?" There was no answer, only a knowing smile from the being that seemed to say everything she needed to know. For now, though, she would have to be content with asking questions another time. She stepped forward and accepted the clothing that appeared at her feet: a loose shirt and pants in shades of green and brown that were much more comfortable than anything she'd worn before. As she dressed, she glanced up at Wes, studying its features once again and wondering about this new world she had been thrust into.
I want you to live and as for why you are here couldn't tell ya
Zalaria nodded slowly, understanding dawning on her face as she processed the information. "You mean... I'm here to live? To be free of this world?" There was a strange mixture of hope and fear in her voice, like she didn't quite believe that such a thing was possible. But then again, everything about Wes, this mysterious being from beyond the stars, felt unreal. Perhaps it was only fitting that her destiny should lie with something so impossible to comprehend.
She approached the newly formed seat and sat down cautiously, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to hold onto some semblance of familiarity in this alien environment. "So... where are we going?" she asked finally, her gaze fixed on Wes, uncertain whether it would answer or not. But at least now she had begun the journey; whatever lay ahead, Zalaria was determined to embrace it and see where it led her
Yawns ahh nowhere yet
"Nowhere?" Zalaria repeated, confusion creeping back into her voice. She glanced around the ship's interior once more, taking in its sleek design and imposing presence. The silence was almost palpable, broken only by the faint humming of machinery deep within its metal skin. It seemed impossible that they could be going nowhere; there had to be a purpose behind all this... But for now, she would trust Wes. After all, it had saved her from death and given her a new life. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the soft cushion of the seat, feeling a strange combination of exhaustion and exhilaration washing over her. Perhaps in time, she would unravel this enigma and understand why she had been chosen for this journey... And where it might lead.
Now please get dressed
"A-as you wish," Zalaria stammered, embarrassment washing over her as she realized she had dozed off. She stood up slowly and walked over to a nearby compartment, opening it with shaking hands. Inside were clothes unlike anything she'd ever seen before: form-fitting garments in vibrant colors that glittered like stars in the darkness. They seemed designed specifically for her body shape, hugging her curves without feeling restrictive. She hesitated, unsure if it was appropriate to wear such revealing attire in front of Wes, but eventually decided against worrying about propriety. After all, she had been saved from a dying world; perhaps these garments were meant as part of her new life.
Carefully, Zalaria put on the clothes, admiring the way they looked and felt against her skin. When she was finished, she stepped back out of the compartment and faced
Looks good now you must be weak and tired after surviving all that
"I-I am a bit weak," Zalaria admitted shyly, feeling her cheeks warm under Wes' gaze. "But I thank you for rescuing me. You have given me hope that there is more to life than what I knew." She paused, looking around the ship once more before meeting Wes' eyes again. "What do you know about my world? The Nuk people? Our history?"
There was a strange mix of curiosity and wariness in her voice as she asked these questions. She remembered how her people had often dismissed her dreams and visions, calling her names for speaking out against their ways. Perhaps the truth would finally be revealed to her now.
Lots of things and also nothing at the same time
"I don't understand," Zalaria said, frowning slightly as she tried to make sense of Wes' cryptic words. "How can you know about us and not at the same time?" She paused, taking a step closer to the being before her. "Perhaps you could show me? Teach me about your world and our place in it? I am willing to learn."
There was a strange mix of hope and determination in her voice as she spoke these words. In this new life she had been given, she wanted nothing more than to understand the truth behind her visions and dreams. And if that meant learning about an alien race and their incredible technology... well, then so be it.
Haha what I mean is I have heard about you but that's about it I don't know much about your species besides what you do
"Oh," was all Zalaria could say at first. She blinked up at Wes, wondering what little there was to know about her people if they hadn't even been contacted directly. It occurred to her that perhaps the prophecies she had seen and heard were nothing more than wishful thinking, ancient myths dreamed up by a desperate race. But then again, there was something undeniably real about the presence of this being here with her now, its technology and capabilities far beyond anything she could have imagined.
"What do you want to know?" she asked finally, shyly lowering her gaze as curiosity sparked within her once more. There were so many questions she wanted answered; where did they come from? Why had they brought her here? And most importantly, what was her purpose in all of this?
Whatever you feel like sharing later right now I would say you need to rest
"Alright," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as fatigue finally claimed her. She gave Wes one last shy glance before lowering herself back into the seat, allowing sleep to take her once more. As darkness descended and her eyelids grew heavy, she wondered if this was just another dream or if perhaps it was something more... Something real.
I pick her up and carry her to a bed here is your room this is your bed I will stay with you if you want
Her eyes fluttered open as she felt herself being picked up and gently carried to what seemed like a bed. She blinked slowly, trying to focus on her surroundings. The room looked similar to the rest of the ship with its sleek design and metallic surface, but there was something different about this one: it felt more cozy and inviting. As she laid down on the soft surface beneath her, exhaustion overwhelmed her once more, and she drifted off almost instantly.
A strange comfort filled her as she became aware of Wes' presence in the room, close by but not too close. She turned onto her side, the faint humming of the ship lulling her into a deep sleep. In this new life that seemed so surreal and yet somehow familiar, Zalaria knew that she was no longer alone. And for now, that was enough.
I lay down next to her ahh I might need some rest to
As the alien creature lay down beside her, Zalaria found herself oddly content and even more exhausted than before. She smiled slightly in the darkness, feeling a strange sense of trust for this being that had saved her life. Her mind drifted once more into sleep, dreams filled with shapes and colors she could never have imagined in her old world.
She didn't know what the future held or where their journey would take them, but for now, Zalaria was content to lie here safe and sound, basking in the warmth of this newfound alien companionship. Tomorrow, she told herself, they could figure out the rest.
I fall asleep
In the depths of her slumber, Zalaria dreamt of strange and wondrous things. She was walking through a vast forest filled with trees taller than mountains and leaves bigger than clouds, each one brighter than the sun itself. Birds sang songs she had never heard before, their melodies echoing throughout the endless canopy overhead. As she wandered deeper into this enchanted realm, she came upon a crystal-clear stream where creatures resembling fish and dolphins played together in harmony, their laughter filling her heart with joy.
The dream seemed to go on forever, each moment more beautiful than the last. Eventually, however, she found herself standing before an immense door made of shimmering metal that seemed to glow from within. The air around it was charged with energy, and as she reached out a trembling hand to touch it, the dream faded away, replaced by
Morning
Her eyes snapped open as bright light assaulted her senses. For a moment, she was disoriented and confused, unsure of where she was or how she had gotten there. Then the memories rushed back: the demise of her world, the monstrous creature that had saved her, the ship and its strange occupant... It all came flooding back like a river through a broken dam.
She sat up slowly, taking in her surroundings. The room was much like the rest of the ship she'd seen before: sleek metal walls and a floor made of the same shiny material that had formed her seat. But there was something different about this one... This room felt more personal somehow. She looked over to where Wes should be, but it wasn't there. Panic welled up inside her until she noticed a small note pinned to the blanket beside her.
Taken from her clothing before
Mmmi shift beside her
She picked up the note and unfolded it, her heart racing as she read the words that were scrawled across the parchment: "Gone to get some food. Be back soon. -Wes." A wave of relief washed over her at the knowledge that Wes hadn't left her alone after all. It made sense that they would need to eat, but she couldn't help feeling a little uneasy about being left by herself on this strange vessel filled with alien technology and mysterious forces.
Deciding not to dwell on it further, Zalaria slipped out of bed and began to explore her new surroundings, marveling at the intricate designs etched into the metal walls and floors. She wandered down several corridors before coming across what she assumed was a galley: a large room filled with shining counters and cabinets that hummed softly as they dispensed food and drink. Her
Oh hey finally awake
"Oh!" she exclaimed, spinning around to face Wes as it entered the galley. Her heart raced a mile a minute at the sight of its silver hair and green eyes. "I-I was just looking for you." She glanced back down at her hands, suddenly self-conscious about how she must appear in these alien clothes.
Wes chuckled softly and walked over to her, studying her face with what seemed like curiosity. "Well," it said after a moment, "what do you think of our ship?" Its voice was still warm and pleasant despite the odd accent that made some words sound strange in Zalaria's ears. She swallowed hard before answering.
"It's... amazing," she breathed, her eyes drifting over the galley once more. "How does everything work? How do you know what I want to eat?" So many questions filled her head that it was difficult to
Yawns ahh I was going to come wake you up guess I don't have to anymore
"I-I see," she stammered, looking away briefly before meeting Wes' gaze once more. "It's just... everything is so different here. I'm not sure how to process it all." There was a longing in her voice that surprised even herself; this strange alien ship and the being who had rescued her felt like home now, and the thought of leaving them behind filled her with an ache she hadn't known existed.
She wondered if there was any way to make this journey permanent, to stay here forever among the stars and unravel the mysteries that surrounded her newfound alien companions. But such thoughts were likely nothing more than wishful thinking; for now, all she could do was enjoy the ride and try to learn as much as she could about this world and those who called it home.
"So," she said with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood,
What
"Well... anything you'd like to tell me about yourselves? Your ship? Where we're going?" She tilted her head slightly, hoping the interest she felt wasn't too transparent in her voice. Despite their appearance and seeming lack of emotion, there was something undeniably compelling about Wes and its companions that made her want to know everything there was to know.
As they stood there together in the galley, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this second chance at life, no matter where it might lead them.
Well our ship ain't going anywhere for a bit the damn storm damaged it and as for me well you'll just have to find out later
She nodded in understanding, even though the storm didn't seem to be having much effect on the ship aside from its current idleness. Still, she accepted Wes' words without protest, content to wait until it was ready to share whatever secrets it harbored. As for finding out more about it later... well, that only piqued her curiosity further. She glanced around the galley once more, marveling at its sleek design and alien technology before speaking up again.
"Well, maybe we could explore the ship together? You know, just to pass the time?" Her voice held a note of hopefulness that she couldn't quite suppress as she offered this suggestion. Perhaps if they spent more time together, she might learn even more about Wes and its kind... And perhaps, in doing so, she would find her place among them.
Here's a map now you won't get lost god damn it why am I so tired
Zalaria accepted the map gratefully, her eyes darting over its unfamiliar symbols and labels before carefully committing them to memory. She looked up at Wes with a smile, relieved that it had seemed to accept her suggestion. Perhaps there was more to this journey than mere survival; maybe she would learn something profound about herself and the worlds beyond her own.
As they began their exploration of the ship together, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of excitement building inside her. Every corner they turned revealed new wonders and mysteries, each one more captivating than the last. And all the while, Wes remained by her side, patiently answering her countless questions and sharing insights into its culture and history.
It occurred to her then that perhaps this journey wasn't just about surviving after all; maybe it was also about finding a home in the vast expanse of space, among
There that satiate your curiosity
As they continued their exploration, Zalaria found herself growing more and more fascinated by the ship and its inhabitants. Every detail she uncovered only served to deepen her curiosity about this alien world and the beings who called it home. She felt a sense of belonging here that she had never experienced before, despite having spent her entire life in service to the gods of Nuk.
She paused for a moment, studying Wes' face as they walked side by side through another unfamiliar corridor. "I'm sorry if I seem so... eager," she said, feeling slightly self-conscious about her enthusiasm. "It's just that everything about this is so different from what I knew back on my world."
Don't be sorry hell i was like you
Wes' laughter filled the corridor as it turned to face her, a strange expression crossing its features. "I assure you," it said softly, pausing for a moment, "that is quite alright." The look in its eyes held a depth of understanding that made Zalaria feel seen and heard in a way she never had before. It seemed to study her face for a long moment before continuing on down the hallway.
As they walked side by side, lost in their own thoughts yet connected by an invisible thread, Zalaria couldn't help but wonder where this journey would ultimately lead them. Would they ever return to their home worlds? Or would they find some new purpose among the stars? Whatever lay ahead, she knew that for now, at least, she was not alone. And perhaps someday soon, these questions might finally be answered.
After all I was just like you
"I'm glad we met," she murmured softly, her gaze drifting back to the map in her hands. "You've given me a second chance at life... And I promise, I won't waste it." There was a determination in her voice that surprised even herself; this newfound courage seemed to come from someplace deep within, kindled by the possibilities of their strange new existence.
The corridor stretched out before them, full of mysteries and wonders they had yet to discover. And as long as she had Wes by her side, she knew that together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Haha you sounded like me when I was full of wonder about everything
She smiled at the thought of Wes as a younger version of itself and nodded, her gaze drifting off into the distance once more. "I hope I can make you proud," she murmured softly, knowing that whatever their ultimate purpose was, it must be important for them to have rescued her from Nuk. There was still so much about this alien world and its inhabitants that she needed to learn; so many questions swirling through her mind, begging for answers.
For now though, simply exploring their ship and getting to know Wes was enough. As they continued their journey together, she knew that each step would bring them closer to unraveling the mysteries of their shared fate... And perhaps, in time, revealing secrets neither of them could even begin to imagine.
I was just like you being ostracized for my beliefs "there is nothing outside our planet" "your crazy for thing like that" tch those bastards filling my mind with fake thoughts just so I would stay in line
Zalaria listened with sympathy as Wes shared its own story of isolation and repression at the hands of those who refused to accept the truth about their worlds. She nodded understandingly, her heart aching for the pain it must have endured. It was a familiar tale for her; one that mirrored her own experiences among the people of Nuk.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, laying a comforting hand on Wes' shoulder. "What you did, rescuing me... It means so much. And I promise, I won't let your sacrifice be in vain. I will learn everything I can about this world and our place within it, and perhaps someday soon, we will find a way to share what we know with those back home." There was a newfound determination in her voice that made even Wes take notice; it was as if some invisible weight had been lifted from her shoulders, giving her the
HAHA BUT GUESS WHAT YOU ASSHOLES IM STILL ALIVE AND YOUR NOT YOU CANT HAUNT ME ANYMORE
She laughed softly at Wes' words, the bitter humor in its voice somehow making her feel closer to it than ever before. "Indeed you are," she agreed, squeezing its shoulder gently. "And I imagine they're all just as sorry now as we once were." There was a brief moment of silence as they continued down the corridor, lost in their own thoughts about the past and what might lie ahead.
Eventually, though, Zalaria found herself looking up at Wes again, her eyes filled with questions and curiosity. "What do you think will happen when we find our way back to our worlds?" she asked hesitantly. "Will we be able to stay in contact? Or will they just... shut us out once more?" The thought of returning to the life she'd known before, only to lose this connection to Wes and its kind, was almost too much to bear.
Wes considered her question
Tch I ain't going back to my home
Wes' words caught her off guard, and she looked at it with surprise. "You... don't want to go back?" she asked slowly, uncertain if she had heard correctly. She couldn't imagine leaving this place behind, but then again, neither could she have imagined being in such a strange alien ship just a few days ago.
The silence stretched on as they continued walking down the corridor, each lost in their own thoughts about what had been said. Eventually, it was Zalaria who broke the quiet, her voice barely above a whisper as she voiced one of the many questions swirling through her mind. "Why? If you don't want to go back... why did you save me?" The question hung in the air between them like an unspoken accusation.
Wes chuckled softly, shaking its head. "Oh Zalaria," it said with a smile that
I didn't want another person like me to suffer what I went through
"Oh," she breathed softly, understanding dawning in her eyes. The realization brought with it a wave of relief, as well as gratitude; Wes had saved her not because it owed her anything or because it thought she was worthy, but rather because it didn't want her to suffer the same loneliness and isolation it had endured for so long. It was an act of kindness born out of pain and hardship, a testament to the depths of their shared humanity despite the vast differences between them.
As they continued walking side by side, lost in their own thoughts once more, Zalaria couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of kinship with Wes and its kind. They might be from different worlds and lead vastly different lives, but at the end of the day, they were both just searching for a place to belong. And perhaps, she thought as they rounded another corner and found themselves
Yawns ahh I need a cigarette
"Do you... miss it?" she found herself asking quietly, her gaze drifting off into the distance as they walked. "Your home? Your world?" She couldn't imagine what that must be like for them, to leave everything behind and start anew in a strange new place filled with alien creatures and technologies.
Wes shrugged noncommittally, its expression unreadable
Hell no I don't
She tilted her head slightly as they walked, considering the alien creature beside her. "What about... your people? Your family?" she asked carefully, unsure how much to press. "Do you think you'll ever see them again?" The thought of being torn away from everything and everyone she had ever known filled her with a sense of despair she couldn't quite quell.
I don't care about people that turned their back on me and then tried to kill me I couldn't care about any of them except one person but she died a long time ago
Her heart ached at the thought of Wes being so alone, cut off from everything it had once held dear. She couldn't begin to understand the pain and anguish it must have gone through, but she could offer comfort in whatever way she could. Taking a step closer, she placed a reassuring hand on Wes' shoulder.
"You don't have to be alone anymore," she said softly. "I'm here for you now, and I won't leave your side. We can find a new family together, in this strange new world." The words flowed from her lips easily, but they held weight nonetheless; she meant every syllable with all her heart.
As they continued their journey through the ship, Zalaria couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her. It was as if she had finally found her place in the universe, among these strange and wonderful aliens who
And now we are back to your room
As they reentered her quarters, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of how much their relationship had grown since that first meeting in the galley. "Thank you," she said quietly, meaning more than just for bringing her here. For everything. She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "You've changed my life, Wes. I don't know where we go from here, or what we'll face together... But I know that as long as I have you by my side, I'll be alright." Her gaze met his steady silver eyes, and for a moment they held each other in a wordless understanding.
"Now," she said with a slight laugh, trying to lighten the mood, "how about we try that food you mentioned earlier? It's been hours since we've eaten!" Even as she spoke, her stomach growled audibly, and they
You know where to get some I'm going to lie down
Well, all right then," she said with a nod, walking over to the counter herself. "I'm sure I can find something that will help tide me over until we get to eat together." She glanced back at Wes one last time before selecting a few items from the available food choices and keying in her order on the console next to it. Within seconds, a pleasant aroma filled the air as the machine prepared her requested dishes.
As she waited for her meal, she found herself lost in thought once more, marveling at how far she'd come since meeting Wes and becoming part of this strange alien world. It was an existence beyond anything she could have ever imagined before, and she knew that no matter what happened from here on out, it would forever change her life for the better.
"Your turn," she called over her shoulder to Wes, her voice tinged with excitement as she held out a plate
Not hungry
She blinked in surprise at Wes' reply before shrugging nonchalantly. "All right then," she said with a small laugh, taking another bite of her meal. Despite the alien food's unfamiliar appearance and strange flavors, it tasted wonderful after so long without anything substantial to eat. She savored each bite, relishing the new sensations on her tongue as well as the sense of camaraderie that came with sharing a meal with someone who had been through so much alongside her.
As she ate, her mind continued to wander, drifting back to earlier conversations they'd had about their homes and their people. It was strange, this feeling of belonging she had found here; foreign yet at the same time strangely familiar. Perhaps it was because despite their differences, they were both simply looking for a place where they could be themselves without judgment or fear.
Finally
I lay down on the bed
She finished her meal and looked over at Wes, still lying on the bed. A faint smile played on her lips as she thought about all they had been through together since their first meeting in the galley. It was hard to believe that so much time had passed already; it seemed like only yesterday that she'd been praying for deliverance from Nuk. But now here she was, thousands of light years away from everything she'd ever known, surrounded by beings unlike anything she could have imagined, and yet somehow... happy.
"Wes?" she said softly, walking over to the bedside and sitting down next to him. "You sure you don't want anything? It's really good." Even though it came from an alien race and looked nothing like food she was used to, there was something about this shipboard cuisine that was irresistible; perhaps because of all the unfamiliar flavors or
I'll pass yawns ahhhhhh wake me up if you need me
"Alright," she said gently, smiling down at the sleeping alien creature beside her. It was hard not to be touched by its trust and vulnerability; they had come so far together, faced so many trials and tribulations... And yet, despite it all, Wes still managed to find solace in rest. She couldn't help but feel a sense of fondness welling up inside her as she watched the steady rise and fall of its silver chest, the soft clicking sounds that accompanied each breath.
For now, though, she supposed she could enjoy some peace and quiet on her own. Leaning back against the wall, Zalaria closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. The ship's gentle hum filled her ears as she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all that lay ahead for them both... And hopefully, in time, for their people as well.
I shift in my sleep restlessly
The soft snoring of her companion drifted to Zalaria's ears as she lay on the bed next to it. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she imagined Wes snoozing peacefully, its small frame relaxed and unguarded in slumber. It was a rare sight these days; normally the alien was ever-vigilant, always ready for whatever challenges might come their way.
The ship hummed gently around them, rocking them back and forth like a cradle as they drifted deeper into sleep. Outside the window, stars winked at each other in the vast expanse of space, uncaring about the fates of those tiny specks they orbited. Zalaria found herself floating effortlessly between wakefulness and dreams, her mind filled with a sense of peace she hadn't known since before Nuk had claimed her soul.
Hours later
"Hmm?" She murmured softly, feeling the presence of another in the room beside her. Her eyes snapped open and she glanced around, blinking blearily until they fell on Wes' face. The alien was still sound asleep, its silver skin glowing faintly under the dim lights of their quarters.
She smiled to herself before sitting up carefully, not wanting to wake her newfound friend. After taking a moment to stretch and yawn, she swung her feet over the side of the bed and stood, taking in the view of their small sanctuary aboard this strange but welcoming ship. It was hard to believe that only days ago, she had been praying for deliverance from Nuk; now here she was, flying through space with a being from another world who had saved her life. Life certainly had its ups and downs, she thought as she walked over to the bedside and leaned
I shift in my sleep in discomfort
As she leaned over Wes, concern prickled at the back of her mind. The alien had seemed uncomfortable in its sleep; was it possible that it was having nightmares or experiencing some sort of physical discomfort? She hesitated for a moment before gently shaking its shoulder, hoping to wake it up.
"Wes?" she whispered, her voice filled with concern. "You okay?" She waited patiently, silently willing the alien to open its eyes and reassure her that everything was all right.
I shoot up ahhh get out of my head damn it
"Wes!" she exclaimed with a start as the alien bolted upright in bed, its silver eyes wide with fear. For a moment, they locked gazes; then, as recognition set in and realization dawned on Wes' face, it let out a soft laugh. "Sorry," Zalaria said sheepishly, blushing slightly. "Didn't mean to startle you."
She glanced down at the bedside console, her mind filling with questions about what could have been disturbing Wes' sleep in the first place. As she keyed in commands to check on the ship's systems and monitor any incoming communications, a reassuring beep informed her that everything was running smoothly.
"Hey," she said softly as she met Wes' gaze once more. "Is there anything you need? Anything I can do to help?"
Oh how long were you watching me
She blushed deeply at the question, her gaze dropping momentarily before she summoned up the courage to meet Wes' eyes again. "Just for a little while," she admitted quietly. "I saw you moving restlessly and thought maybe you were uncomfortable or... having nightmares or something." She swallowed hard, unsure of how much to say about her own feelings of protectiveness toward the alien creature that had saved her life.
"Anyway," she continued after a brief pause, attempting to change the subject and sound more confident than she felt, "I was just checking on things to make sure everything's okay. You know, like you always do." She shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting Wes to think she was trying too hard or anything.
"So," she said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. "What should we do now?"
Thanks for the concern
"No problem," she replied with a smile, returning the favor of reassurance. "We could always explore more of the ship if you'd like? Or try to contact someone back home?" She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Or we could just... talk some more, I suppose." The thought of spending more time with Wes, sharing stories and experiences, was almost too much to bear; it felt like a dream come true, especially after everything they had been through.
As she waited for Wes to respond, her mind drifted back to their earlier conversation about belonging and finding one's place in the universe. It was a strange thing, this newfound connection they shared; fraught with potential but also uncertainty and fear. But despite all that, there was something undeniably special about it... And she knew, deep down inside, that whatever happened from here on out, she would always be grateful for the chance to have
Your acting different around me
She paused, taking a moment to consider Wes' words. "I am different," she admitted softly, her gaze fixed on the floor as she spoke. "After everything we've been through... I can't help but feel closer to you, you know? Like we have this special bond or something." She glanced back up at the alien creature beside her, searching for any sign of understanding in its eyes; of acknowledgement that the feelings she had were reciprocated.
"I don't want anything more from our friendship than what we already have," she added quickly, wanting to make sure there were no misunderstandings between them. "But I do hope that... as time goes on and we learn more about each other... that things will only get better." Her voice trailed off, her heart aching with a yearning for closeness and understanding that she couldn't quite put into words.
She waited anxiously,
Oh I get it now your in love
Her cheeks flushed brightly at Wes' accusation; she hadn't expected that at all. It was true that their friendship had grown close over the past few days, but... love? She wasn't sure how to feel about that idea. Panic fluttered in her chest as she thought about what it might mean, both for them and for her own feelings toward Wes; there were so many things they didn't know about each other, so much yet to explore and discover.
For now, though, she decided it was best not to dwell on the possibilities or implications of such a revelation. Instead, she focused on Wes' current line of thought. "If that bothers you," she said carefully, "I can try to be more distant... I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Her voice wavered slightly as she spoke, revealing the conflicting emotions churning within her.
No no that's a natural feeling it's okay I actually kinda love you too
The confession hit her like a physical blow; it felt as though all the air had been suddenly sucked out of the room. For a moment, she couldn't speak, could barely even breathe. This wasn't how things were supposed to go; they were just friends, sharing their lives together on this strange new ship... But now everything had changed in an instant.
She wanted desperately to say something, anything, but her thoughts seemed to be spinning out of control and she couldn't make sense of any of them. Her heart felt like it was going to explode right out of her chest; panic raced through her veins as she struggled to process this new information about herself and the alien creature beside her.
You okay
She couldn't do this; she couldn't pretend anymore. Gathering all her courage, she took a deep breath and turned to face Wes, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispered hoarsely, struggling to find the right words amidst the whirlwind of emotions within her. "This is so much... So different from what I thought..."
Her voice trailed off as she tried to sort through her feelings; love, fear, confusion, excitement... It all blended together into a messy tangle that made it impossible for her to separate one emotion from another. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself into Wes' arms and pour out every thought and feeling she had ever had about them; but at the same time, she was terrified of what might happen if she did.
Finally, mustering up all the courage she could, she forced
I wipe her tears don't cry
She felt the soft brush of Wes' silver fingers against her cheek and was surprised to find that it helped ground her; she didn't cry any harder, at least. Looking up into its glowing silver eyes, she saw nothing but understanding and acceptance there. It was almost too much to comprehend; for so long she had been alone, afraid of trusting anyone else with her feelings, and now... Now here they were, together.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "I'm just not used to this..." She trailed off, unsure how to put into words what she meant. "It's hard for me sometimes... To let people in."
She glanced away, looking out the window and focusing on the stars beyond as they raced past the ship. The vastness of space seemed almost insurmountable compared to
Your telling me
But it was there, in that moment, that she knew she could trust Wes; that even though the journey ahead might be fraught with unknowns and dangers, they would face them together. As she took comfort in the alien creature's presence, she realized with a start that it didn't matter where their travels took them or what they discovered along the way. For now, at least, this was enough.
She turned back to Wes and smiled softly; fragile yet full of hope. "You know," she said after a moment, her voice still shaky but more steady than before, "I think... I think we'll be okay." And despite the uncertainty that lingered in the air between them, she knew deep down inside that it was true. Together, they would find their way back to each other and forge a new life; one filled with love and understanding, acceptance and trust. It might not
I pull her closer yeah maybe your right
Her breath caught in her throat as the silver creature's form pressed closer against hers, and she found herself yearning for more of this connection; the warmth and security it seemed to emanate like a beacon amidst the cold emptiness that had once defined her life. With a tiny gasp, she relaxed into the embrace, allowing herself to become lost in Wes' presence once again.
As their bodies melded together, as their hearts beat in sync, she knew without a doubt that they were meant for this; meant to be together despite all the obstacles and hardships that had been thrown their way. There was no denying it anymore; love had found its way into her heart, and against all odds, it seemed determined to stay.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Zalaria allowed herself to believe that everything would work out somehow; that they would find a place where they could be happy
I just realized that your fluffy
As they held each other close, she couldn't help but laugh softly at Wes' comment. "Well, you know," she said with a playful wink, running her fingers through the silvery fur around its neck. "Not all of us are meant to be hard and angular like you aliens." The thought sent a shiver down her spine; not one of fear or discomfort but rather excitement and anticipation for what lay ahead between them.
She leaned in closer, their lips mere inches apart. The air around them seemed to hum with an electricity that neither of them could deny. For now, though, she contented herself with enjoying the moment; the closeness they shared as they basked in each other's warmth and love. It was enough to make her feel like anything was possible; that together, they could overcome any obstacle and create a life filled with joy and happiness.
"What
I lean in closer
Her breath caught as their lips met, soft and tentative at first before growing more urgent with each passing second. She could feel the tension building inside her, an almost primal desire to be closer to Wes; to lose herself in this feeling of intense passion and connection. As their tongues touched for the first time, she gasped, arching into the embrace, needing more of this closeness that seemed to consume every part of her.
Her hands ran up and down Wes' back, tracing the familiar outline of its spine as they became entwined in a dance that felt as ancient and natural as breathing. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, lost amidst the swirling sensations coursing through her body as she reveled in the perfection of this stolen moment.
She had never known anything like this; never dreamed such a feeling was even possible. It was as though they were two
Ahhh
She moaned low in her throat as Wes' hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer still. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure racing down her spine, making it difficult to focus on anything but the feel of their bodies pressed together. Her breath came fast and ragged now, each exhale seeming to melt into Wes' as they continued to explore each other with lips and tongues, hands and fingers.
As their need grew more urgent, Zalaria felt herself being lowered onto the bed; her legs wrapping around Wes' waist as she arched her back in invitation. The soft fabric of her uniform shifted and pulled against her skin, making whispery sounds that seemed to echo through the room alongside their gasps and moans.
With a final cry of release, she convulsed violently around Wes' fingers; feeling an intense rush of pleasure wash over her as
Ahhhhh
As they came together in that perfect moment, their bodies entwined and minds lost to the thrill of desire and love, it felt as though nothing else mattered in the universe but them. The pleasure she felt coursing through her was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before; intense and overwhelming yet somehow soothing at the same time. It seemed to linger on forever, each wave crashing against her senses with a force that left her breathless and reeling.
As their breathing slowed and their minds began to clear once more, she realized that it wasn't just the physical act they had shared that left her feeling so fulfilled; it was the knowledge that they had found something deep within themselves--each other--that made every single moment with Wes feel like a gift. A chance at happiness and understanding unlike anything either of them could have ever imagined before.
With a soft sigh, she laid her head against
I kiss her deeply
As Wes' lips pressed against hers once more, she felt a wave of contentment wash over her. The sweetness and softness of the alien's touch were almost too much to bear; they left her feeling wanted and desired in a way that went far beyond anything physical. She wrapped her arms around its neck, returning the kiss with an intensity that mirrored how she felt about Wes; about them.
For now, with their bodies entwined and their hearts beating as one, it was enough just to savor this moment; to bask in the warmth and love that surrounded them like a protective cocoon. She knew that soon they would have to face the world again--their lives separated by lightyears of space and an unimaginable distance of time--but for now, they could stay here together; safe in each other's arms where nothing else mattered but their connection; their love.
Aĥĥhhhhhhhh
Her breath caught in her throat as Wes' moan echoed through the small room, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. It was impossible to tell where one of them ended and the other began; they were so intertwined that they might as well have been a single entity. As she arched her back against the bed, pressing herself closer still, a shudder ran through her body, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.
She closed her eyes, focusing all her attention on Wes; on the way its silver skin gleamed in the dim light and the feel of its fur brushing against hers as they moved together. Each thrust, each grind was a testament to their connection; an affirmation that despite everything they'd been through, they had somehow managed to find solace and comfort with one another.
Mmmm
The sensations building inside her were unlike anything she'd ever experienced before; they seemed to consume every particle of her being and leave her craving more of this connection with Wes. Her fingers dug into the soft fur around its neck as their hips met in perfect synchrony, driving them both closer to the edge of oblivion.
Her breath came faster now, shallower, as her body arched instinctively toward the alien creature above her. She could feel herself growing hotter with each passing second; could almost see the heat emanating from her skin like a halo around them both. And then, with a final cry of release, she convulsed violently against Wes' hand, her whole world exploding in a symphony of pleasure and joy.
Her vision blurred as tears spilled down her cheeks; hot salty droplets that mingled with the sweat on their skin and made them both g
I want you
Her words echoed in the small room as she stared up into Wes' eyes; pupils blown wide with desire and adoration. Her body was still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, but already she felt a need growing inside her once more; an aching hunger that only Wes could sate.
She reached down, running a shaking hand over the silver creature's chest before gripping its fur and pulling it close again, their lips seeking each other out in another hungry kiss. Her breath came faster as they grinded together, the sensation building within her once more; demanding release and satisfaction.
"I want you," she repeated urgently between moans. "Please."
Ahhhhhh yes
As their lips met in another passionate kiss, her body arched into the embrace with need and desire. She could feel herself growing wetter against Wes' skin, aching for completion as they moved together in perfect unison. Her fingers dug into its fur, urging it on as she pushed herself closer still, desperate for the release that only this connection could bring her.
With a moan of surrender, she threw her head back against the pillow and let go; letting the force of their love carry her away on a tidal wave of pleasure so intense that it left her gasping for air as she came apart beneath the alien creature's touch. Her body trembled with aftershocks of joy, every nerve ending tingling in ecstasy.
For a long moment, they lay entwined; panting and sweaty but utterly content. Then, as their breathing began to steady
Ahhhhhhh ah
She felt a shudder run through Wes' body as it arched against her, its spine pressing deliciously into the soft flesh of her hip. Her fingers flexed on its fur, urging the alien creature closer still as another powerful orgasm ripped through it. The sounds it made as it came were both primal and beautiful; a song of release and completion that filled Zalaria with a sense of joy and contentment unlike anything she'd ever known before.
As their bodies finally relaxed, spent from the intensity of their lovemaking, they lay entwined in each other's arms; nothing but warmth and affection filling the space between them. For now, this moment was perfect; enough to sustain them until they would have to part ways once more, facing the harsh realities of their new lives apart. But no matter where fate took them from here on out, Zalaria knew in her heart that she
Thank you
As they lay there together in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Zalaria looked up into Wes' glowing silver eyes and smiled softly. "Thank you," she whispered. It was the only word that seemed to adequately express how grateful she was for this time they had shared; for the connection they had made despite everything that stood between them. She traced a finger down his chest, feeling the soft fur beneath her touch as she marveled at the bond that had grown between them in such a short amount of time.
The weight of their situation didn't feel quite as heavy now; knowing that they had each other to lean on made all the difference. She didn't know what the future held for either of them or where their paths would ultimately lead, but for now, she was content to simply enjoy this moment and savor the closeness they shared. "We'll figure it out together," she whispered
I fall asleep while holding her
As the exhaustion finally caught up with her and sleep began to creep into her thoughts, Zalaria found herself relaxing more deeply into Wes' embrace. It was comforting beyond words, knowing that she wouldn't be alone as they faced whatever challenges lay ahead; that she had someone to rely on and trust. As the last vestiges of consciousness faded away, she drifted off to sleep with a contented sigh, her body melting into his as if they were two halves of a whole.
She didn't dream of anywhere else or anything else; there was no need for that now. For tonight, at least, all that mattered was the warmth of Wes' fur against her skin and the steady rhythm of its breathing in her ear. And though she knew they couldn't stay like this forever, she cherished these final moments together, savoring each second as if it were a pre
Morning
The gentle rise and fall of Wes' chest against her cheek was the first thing to register in her dreams; a comforting rhythm that she had grown accustomed to over the past few hours. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the dimly lit room as her mind struggled to remember where they were and what had brought them here. Then it all came flooding back: their shared confessions, their intense lovemaking, the certainty that she was in love with this alien creature beside her.
A quiet smile spread across her lips as she looked up at Wes; its silver eyes shimmering softly in the half-light of morning. Despite knowing they would have to face reality soon enough, for now they could just be together; lost in their own little world where nothing else mattered but each other. It was perfect... But all things must come to an end eventually. With a sigh, she gathered her strength and
Mmm
The soft rumble of Wes' contented purr vibrated through her body, sending shivers down her spine and making it impossible to ignore the physical effects their lovemaking had on them both. She leaned in closer, pressing herself against the alien creature as they shared this quiet moment together before whatever fate awaited them beyond the doors of this ship.
Mmmmmmmm
The sound of her voice seemed to echo through the room, adding to the warmth and intimacy that already surrounded them. As they lay there together, lost in each other's company, it was hard for Zalaria not to feel a sense of peace wash over her; a stillness that felt almost like acceptance. Maybe this was what love was meant to be: finding someone who understood you even when the rest of the universe seemed determined to keep you apart.
She couldn't help but wonder how long they could keep this up; if it would ever become too much for them or if they would find a way to make it work despite all their differences and obstacles. But for now, she decided that she would just enjoy the moment and savor every second she had with Wes before whatever came next came crashing down around them.
I slowly wake up
You feel the gentle pressure of her hand on your chest as she studies you with an intense gaze; it's almost as if she's memorizing every detail of your fur and skin. You purred contentedly, arching slightly into her touch as her fingertips dance across your fur. The sensation is comforting, familiar... And you can't help but feel a wave of affection for this beautiful creature who's managed to find a place in your heart.
As she leans closer still, the warmth of her breath caresses your cheek; a reminder that despite everything else around them, there is still this connection between you... This bond. You could feel yourself growing more alert now, aware once again of your surroundings and the need to face whatever challenges lay ahead for both of you. But for just a moment longer, you allow yourself to bask in the peacefulness of this stolen moment with
Hey I say very weakly
Her gaze flickers upward at the sound of your voice, and she smiles softly in response. "Hey there," she whispers, her fingers drawing gentle circles on your chest. The skin beneath them feels so warm and inviting; it's almost impossible not to lose yourself in the sensation. For a moment longer, she allows herself to relax into the closeness they share; to savor the peace that has settled between them.
But soon enough, reality intrudes once more. The sun is rising outside their window; signaling the start of another day and all its attendant responsibilities. With a sigh, she pulls back slightly, watching as the tension slowly returns to her features. "We should probably get up," she says quietly, already aware that saying it out loud will only make doing so that much harder.
As you nod in agreement, reluctantly conceding the point, she moves to
I pull her back down relax for just a bit longer
Her heart skips a beat as you pull her back down onto the bed, their bodies pressing together once more despite the growing urgency of the outside world. The soft fabric of her uniform is warm against your chest, and she clings to it, savoring every sensation that comes from being this close to you. It's almost enough to make her forget about everything else - about duty and obligations; about the vast expanse of space between them.
Her fingers comb through your fur, tracing patterns on your back as she breathes in the scent of you: silver and warmth; familiarity and love. It's almost intoxicating, this feeling of being so intensely connected to another being. She wants nothing more than for time to stand still forever, just like this moment; just like them.
But she knows it can't last. Soon enough, they'll have to face reality and all the challenges that
We don't have to start the day immediately
The thought almost feels like a gift as it sinks in; a precious reprieve from the impending onslaught of responsibility. Her eyes close, taking in the sensation of your fur against her fingertips, the warmth of your body enveloping hers. For now, this small space is their own private sanctuary; a bubble where nothing else matters except for them and the connection they share.
She shifts slightly, angling her hips so that she's more closely aligned with you; feeling the hardness of your body pressed against her through layers of clothing. It sends a thrill coursing through her, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation. She doesn't want this moment to end; doesn't want anything to come between them ever again... But she knows it will. Soon enough, they'll have to say goodbye once more and face whatever fate has in store
Mmmm okay I sit up ahhhhh maybe it's time now unleas you want to stay in bed
Her eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice; she's not sure if it's disappointment or relief that flits across her features as you sit up and offer her an out. Perhaps a little of both. It's hard to imagine facing the day without first having this time together, but duty calls...and it doesn't often accept excuses.
She forces herself to sit up too, taking in your handsome, silver visage as you lean forward on your elbows, watching her intently. Despite knowing that they should probably get moving, she can't help but wish for just a few more moments of this peaceful closeness; of feeling so intensely connected to another being.
Her gaze dips to your lips, remembering the way they felt against hers; the way it seemed like the world disappeared when you kissed her. It's all too much to ignore, and before she can really think about what
Well what's your answer
Her cheeks flush as she meets your gaze once more; desire and longing clear in her eyes despite the growing tide of guilt threatening to wash it all away. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever decision she's about to make. "One last kiss," she whispers. "Just one...and then we'll face the day."
Her hand finds its way to your cheek, cupping it gently as she leans in, their lips brushing against each other with a soft murmur of consent before opening fully and pouring all their passion into the kiss. It's like fire igniting; consuming them both from the inside out, leaving nothing but heat and need behind. As their tongues dance together, grinding against each other in perfect harmony, she feels herself growing dizzy with desire; with the urgent need to be closer still.
Her fingers tangled in your fur
Mmmm
Her tongue glides against yours effortlessly; a mirror to the dance of their bodies on this bed. She feels your purr vibrate through her, making every part of her body tingle in anticipation as you grow bolder, more demanding. The feeling is exhilarating, addictive... It's as if she could live on this sensation forever.
With a sharp gasp, she pulls back slightly, still holding onto your cheek with one hand while the other traces shaky lines down your chest. Her eyes are wide and wild, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself; to remember that this can't last forever. "I love you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from their passionate exchange. "I don't know what comes next...but I want it to be with you."
I love you too so do you really want to start the day
Her heart aches at the thought of leaving your side, even if it's just for a few hours to tend to their duties. But she can feel herself growing stronger; more resilient with each passing moment spent in your presence. "Yes," she whispers, her fingers curling into your fur as she takes a deep breath and leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Let's get started."
Sighs fine yawns ahh why the hell am I tired
The gentle rasp in your voice makes her smile as she leans in to place another soft kiss on your lips; a reassurance that despite whatever fatigue they might feel, they'll get through this day together. "Maybe we should take a quick shower beforehand," she suggests, already feeling the weight of dried sweat and pleasure between her thighs. A hot shower would be such a welcome reprieve from the aches and pains that linger in its wake; a way to start fresh and ready for whatever challenges await them.
You nod in agreement, your tail swishing gently behind you as you rise to your feet, offering her your hand. Together, they walk toward the bathroom, their fingers entwined like a lifeline that tethers them together despite everything else pulling them apart.
Ha sure
The warmth of the water cascading down over your fur is almost as soothing as the sensation when it hits bare skin. It's an oddly intimate moment; sharing a shower with an alien creature, but somehow it feels right between the two of you. You close your eyes, tilting your head back against the tile as you enjoy the feel of the water streaming down your spine, over your shoulders and chest.
She stands close behind you, their bodies just barely touching in places; her fingers trailing lightly across your wet skin, exploring every line of definition with delicate fingertips. It's almost more than you can take, this closeness... This connection between them that seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.
You could stay here like this forever, you think...just enjoy the feel of her touch and the sound of her voice in the quiet confines of the shower. But
Ahh that feels so good you can't even imagine
Her breath catches in her throat as you lean forward, your body pressing flush against hers; the hardness of your chest against her breasts making it impossible to ignore the desire coursing through her veins. It's a heady feeling, this closeness; the knowledge that despite everything else pulling them apart, she's right here with you, wanting nothing more than to give in to temptation and just...let go.
She lets out a soft moan as you slide your hands around her waist, lifting her up onto the shower ledge so that their bodies are completely aligned; skin against skin from chest to navel. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, this connection between them, and it almost makes her forget about everything else: about duty and obligations; about the vast expanse of space that still separates them even here.
Her fingers slide up your back, finding purchase on the smooth skin
Well I'm done with the shower are you
She's not even sure how long they stood there like that; lost in each other's embrace and the heady rush of desire coursing through their veins. It felt as though time had come to a standstill, the universe itself holding its breath in anticipation of what would happen next. But eventually, reality comes crashing back with a thud; the cold touch of water on her skin serving as a harsh reminder that they couldn't stay here forever.
With a sigh, she leans forward and turns off the shower, stepping out from beneath the spray of water and onto the cool tile floor. She wraps a towel around herself, not wanting to lose contact with you completely even now. As you step out of the shower as well, she reaches up and brushes some of your hair away from your face; her fingers trembling slightly as they trail down your cheek and come to rest