Page 4 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

“I'll make sure the bed is clean,” Owiin says with excitement in his step.

It doesn't take long for the information that our Margaret submitted to come through our system, and I'm able to lock on to the GPS the machine inserted in her hand when she thought that it bit her. I shake my head. That was adorable.

I make sure that our ship is fully cloaked as we approach so that we don't startle anybody, hoping that we've given our mate enough time to do anything she wishes to do before she leaves.

When we're hovering above a large brick building where her location is signaling from, I'm down to only a few minutes left. With shaking hands, I press the button that will send out impulses to her GPS to get her outside. She’ll automatically seek the clearest ground to access us, and it takes everything I have to not jump out of our craft and cover her, because she seems to have fallen asleep in nothing but an overly large T-shirt that her lovely rump pokes out of as she looks around her in confusion.

The beam grabs her, lifting her gently and she starts giggling uncontrollably, pretending to swim through the air, and then trying to make what I think the humans call snow angels in the air once she flips to her back, doing flips and playing the entire way up to us.

If this is her inebriated state, I think she'll be quite fun at all times. Nobody's this playful and fun in only one state of being.

Our hatch opens and sets her on her feet inside our ship, and the three of us just stare at her, on our main platform, surely feeling the same; that she must be a mirage, an artificial image meant to tempt us to the high heavens. There's no way a creature this perfect, this stunning, chose beings that look like us when she has her pick of all the humans on earth.

“This is fancy,” she says looking around. She doesn't even seem phased that she's in an alien spaceship, or that we're starting to slowly escape Earth's atmosphere.

“We're so excited you're here,” Kass coos quietly. He's the gentlest out of all of us, the softest, the most delicate. He's a good choice for approaching her in this situation, because he's lesslikely to startle her. His whole demeanor is very calming, and I can tell she's entranced by him.

She lifts a hand to her mouth as she takes in the gentle yellow glow of his eyes and the rainbow prisms that flow through his hair and down his neck and then continue just underneath the surface of his skin. Her eyes linger on his elongated ears, his narrow jaw and his tall but lean frame.

“Damn,” she says eventually. “You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

Owiin clears his throat, seeking her attention. Which she gives.

She pulls a quick intake of breath as she looks over his deeper purple skin, with the little glowing lights that look like stars running across his bare chest. The symbol on his forehead glows in her presence, and then she’s staring at the short horns growing out of his head that are barely covered by his shaggy hair. His body is beautiful, sculpted due to his race and genetics, well made for pleasing his mate.

“I take that back. You're both the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Am I being pranked?”

Owiin looks to me, but I wave him off. One of us needs to drive this ship, and I don't have half the beauty they do. Let her marvel at them while they take care of her. My time will come.

I strap myself back into the seat and listen to them communicating with her, getting her into place to be strapped down for travel. I hit the intercom so they’ll hear the counting down for exiting Earth's atmosphere, so they’ll be prepared for jumping.

Once the indicators tell me that all harnesses are fastened fully, my time on this rotation is fully up, which means I don't evenhave to punch in the coordinates to our space station, because the ship will take us there automatically.

I’ll be stuck up here in the navigation pit by myself for a few hours, so I try to take in the sights, try to ignore my triad’s voices as they soothe our new mate, smiling to myself when she starts to fall asleep again. It's best she sleeps for now anyway, she has a lot of change coming her way, and she'll need to be well rested for all of it.

Margaret

I always have such weird dreams when I drink too much. It's rare that I surpass the limits of what I know my body can handle, but that asshole I went out with last night definitely made it necessary. How is it that I can still be mad about his attitude and his behavior the next day when I'm nowhere near him?

Today's the day I'm going get my life in order. It has to be. No more dating idiots who don't deserve me, no more wasting my time on dates with people that can't be bothered to ask me the most basic things about myself. Time for a new era. I’ll be career focused. Adopt half a dozen cats.

“How's your head then, love?”

What is that voice? It's like an earworm, soothing my soul. I swear if they spoke long enough, the vibrations would probably get me pretty damn close to orgasm. “I thought I was awake,” I say in exasperation. “That would have been such a pleasant way to wake up, too. Far better than my neighbor yelling at the trashy daytime tv shows they never turn off.”

The hairs on my arm prickle as I come to realize I'm not actually alone. Do I risk opening my eyes? Please tell me I didn't go home with Calvin last night.

There's a low hum that I can't place surrounding me, an almost whirring noise and a gentle rocking motion. “What on earth?”

“Away from Earth, actually,” the voice says.

Open eyes it is. “Um, who are you? Why are you in my room?”

The pretty face attached to the pretty voice smirks at me, his strange features telling me to look around me.

“Fuck. I'm inyourroom, I take it? Look, this is new for me. I don't normally wake up in strange people's beds. I'm not quite sure about the etiquette here.”

“Are we so forgettable then?”

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