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I take hold of Sorscelgra's hand and rush out of the restaurant. Just as I’m about to start booking it back to my flat, a cushy, luxury-looking car stops in front of us. With what little civility and humility I have left, I open the back door, and Sorscelgra slides in as gracefully as I’d expect that body to. It's like a strange muscle memory that couldn’t be overridden.
The moment I close the door, her hand glides across my cheekto draw me into her. The green fuzzy texture of her face presses against the corner of my mouth. It tickles, catching on the skin where I’ve been biting my lip.
It’s not kissing like I’m used to. It doesn’t send that carnal thrill right through my clit, but it warms my heart. Clearly, Sorscelgra thinks, or knows, this is something humans do as a part of sex. I kiss her back just for a moment, half wondering if her face will split open and reveal a barrage of teeth and half to make sure she doesn’t feel embarrassed.
“If it’s not something you’re curious about, we don’t have to do it.” I wrap my hand around the one on my cheek and squeeze.
“This is awkward, isn’t it?” she pouts, shoulders slumping dramatically. “Should we use a different vessel? We’ve got to have one with a more compatible mouth.”
“What?” I blink. What would that even look like? Would it still be all flowers, or would they look more human? Am I committing to only fucking flower heads for the rest of my life?
“When we found you, we did only a small amount of research,” she says as she leans back. The fronds at the top of her head curl almost sheepishly. “Not too much! We want to learn about you from you, but we know you like kissing.”
"Eh", I shrug.
“Georgia.” Her voice, and the voice of the driver, reverberate around the car. “Do not lie to us.”
“It’s an adjustment to preference.” I can’t help the smile curling on my lips. I’ve well and truly lost my mind. “And kissing isn’t the only thing that turns me on.”
“What else?” Sorscelgra asks quickly, eager to learn instead of continuing to scold me.
“Lots of things; the joy of discovery is yours,” I tease, ignoring years of cautious dating and hookups where communicating my needs first felt like an interrogation. For whatever reason, I don't feel any pressure to explain exactly what I'd like to do with this alien. I'm not worried about having the perfect first time together.
For once, I just want to have fun without a single worry.
Sorscelgra huffs, making me think she’s much younger than the body she’s using for our date. So many questions wander through my head. Constantly, all the time, my internal monologue fills the silence. All that time working from home has done that to me, I suppose.
But I do find myself thinking, I could love Sorscelgra.
chapter four
Outside my house, the car drives off while I’m desperately shoving my key through the grille’s deadbolt to get inside. Sorscelgra wraps her arms around my middle while she watches, teasing my belt loose and slipping her fingers beneath the waistband.
Yeah, this turns me on.
I don’t even bother with the lights. I drag Sorscelgra up the stairs, past my office and into the bedroom.
“Can I undress you?” she asks, petals vibrating at the top of her head.
“Only if I get to do the same.”
She nods, and I start peeling off her expensive jumper and silk camisole before I drop to my knees to take off those pristine white trousers that I’ll never comprehend. There are no panties. She’s not wearing any knickers, and fuck that also turns me on. I bite my lip. It’s such a bro thing to find hot, but I can’t really help it.
This figure is almost like I thought it would be. This body is slim, with a softness around her middle from age. All her curves are subtle but utterly smooth. She doesn’t have nipples, which, I’m not sure why, doesn’t make me pause.
I’ve always been with partners who love nipple play, so this will be an adjustment. Starting at her knees, I slide my hands over her velvetybody in search of any place that could make her breath catch. I press kisses into her hip bones, the little pooch of her stomach, and her navel.
At the graze of my lips there, her body trembles.
“Ticklish?” I ask, a hair's breath from her skin and drowning the soft, floral scent coming off of her.
“I don’t think that’s what this feeling is. But I want to undress you now.” Her fingers curl into my vest, and I do as requested.
Sorscelgra removes my trousers first, pushing them down so the material bunches around my ankles before shucking off my jumper. There’s an unexpected urgency in her movements.
“Green is my favourite,” she hums, pressing her face into my neck as if to kiss it. “Please wear it all the time.”
Her fingers work quickly to undo the buttons of my shirt. I can’t make any promises, but this is my favourite top, so I guess it was the right choice tonight. Even as my breasts fall out of my compression bra and I’m met with their heavy weight, Sorscelgra is fixated on this shirt. I flick the lamplight on to better see her, and she’s busy trying to dress me again.
