Page 31 of So I Married an Alien
I stick out my tongue.“Sharing a toothbrush sounds weirdly gross.”
He laughs, and then I’m closing the distance between us, and now we’re making out against the doorframe.My hands are all over Roth’kar’s body and his hands are all over me, and suddenly I really want to strip his clothes off.
Taking a deep breath, I slow us down and bring myself back to Earth again.Our mouths separate, but our bodies remain tangled.
“Sleep well, Amara,” Roth’kar says, finally releasing me from his embrace.
I step back out into the hallway, waving goodbye.“Goodnight.”
ChapterTwelve
Roth’kar
Oh,are my culans hungry after so much kissing.Sinking my tongue into Amara’s warm mouth made me think of what else I could put inside her, how it might feel to bury myself in that hot channel that my communicator tells me is between Amara’s legs.
I did not intend to become so infatuated with my new wife, but I suppose it’s not unwelcome.Perhaps once the trial is over and we secure my citizenship, it would be easiest to remain with her.
Once upon a time I had a friend who lived in the room beside mine and visited my bed often.But life in the Hole means all relationships are relationships of convenience.We sated our physical needs because we couldn’t sate any others, and we fought frequently.I was attracted to her, and we had formed a close relationship, but when she had to relocate for work, I was only despondent for a short while.
How I’m beginning to feel about Amara, though?It is new.Different.Exciting, yet comforting.And her smell?How that scent has begun to drive me wild.
Of its own volition, my hand drifts down under my belt and pulls down my leggings, just enough to free my culans of their prison.This is the second time I’ve touched myself while thinking about Amara, and I wonder what sort of magic she carries with her that does this to me.
At first, my culans spread as they fill with blood, each flexing their ridges before clasping back together again.Then I wrap my hand around them firmly and squeeze, imagining them buried in Amara’s singular passage.
I topple backward on the bed as I drag my hand up and down roughly, the soft teeth of my culans fluttering wildly.Once more, I think about how they would feel inside her, if they would please her.I love the sounds she makes as I kiss her, and I hope she will make more of them as I pleasure her.
When I near my finish, my culans clasp tightly together as I erupt.They part and spray out in two directions, and I hastily cover them with my hands so I can control the flow.I should have brought in a towel first.
I know my hand doesn’t compare to what might await me in Amara’s bed, but it will do for now.
The next morning, I make sure to be up before Amara leaves for work.She gives me my own key to the apartment and a kind of money I haven’t seen before.
“Cash,” she explains.“Not credit.This is one hundred and sixty dollars.Hopefully it will last you a bit.”
I stare at the money, which is strangely the most familiar thing about this place.The Hole operated on a chip currency, where we were paid in chips of varying sizes and weights.These bills work the same way, with different numbers on them.
“Got it,” I say, sweeping up the money and putting it in my pocket.
Amara gives me a sad smile, then gets up on her toes to kiss me.I return it eagerly, but I know she needs to leave for work, so I do not press for what I really want.
“I’ll see you tonight.”She wiggles her butt and departs.
My mind is so occupied with her after she leaves that I pull out my communicator once more and read through the Human Fact Sheet.I pay special attention to the diagrams, and they fuel the growing heat in my belly that is becoming familiar when I think about Amara.
Suddenly, I receive a message.Curious about who would want to contact me, I scroll down to it.It’s from Zono, the Karthinian who lived in the room next to mine in our cubicle.We met working on a cleaning crew once, tasked with unclogging sewer drains.There is nothing like being covered in shit to build camaraderie.We couldn’t get the stench out of our noses for days, but Zono always made a joke out of it, saying that at least we got a break from the smell ofkath.
I don’t even open it.Just thinking about the Hole fills me up with a nervous energy.I came here to escape that place, and I have been lucky enough to find Amara on the other side.But the sight of Zono’s message reminds me of the pretenses under which I came to Earth.
I thought I would come and use Amara to get what I wanted.Knowing what I know about her now… I don’t want to think about the version of me who first came here.
So I put the communicator away instead.
To distract myself, I flip on the television.I am rather infatuated with this big flat-screen, though it seems to play mostly mindless nonsense.We had holo-vids in the Hole, but you used them almost exclusively for video communication and sending messages.People made recordings and shared them, but that was it.Holo-vids don’t compare at all to the mountain of content available on the TV.
I scroll through it, trying out different shows.There are frequent breaks—usually at the worst moment—when suddenly, a man will appear on-screen, cleaning dishes and telling me all about the benefits of soap.These interruptions are the most confusing, as they are rarely related to the item being advertised.Sometimes there’s no advertisement at all, and people simply run through open meadows hand in hand while an obnoxious voice lists of fifteen possible side-effects at top speed.
After a while of this mindless scrolling, I give up and decide to go on a walk to the park.At the entrance, I come across a cart with an incredible smell emanating from it.The woman behind the cart calls me over.
