Page 45 of So I Married an Alien
“You know,” he says thoughtfully, “there are two of them.”
I know immediately what he’s implying, and I’m all about it.
“Fuck me hard right now,” I tell him, kissing the tip of his nose, “and then yes.I want to do that, too.”
For the first time that I’ve ever seen, Roth’kar gets a wicked smile on his face.His culans clasp together, and then he guides himself inside me, right where he belongs.
“Fuck,” I say, sagging forward as he glides into his seat right away.“That’s so incredible.”
“You are incredible, Amara.”Two of his hands lift me by my ass, then lower me down again.I moan as he burrows into me a second time.“I am so, so lucky I was matched with you.”
We fuck that way until my legs give out, and then Roth’kar throws me unceremoniously onto the couch on my stomach, my ass in the air.Then he really goes to town, and those amazing soft ridges drive me wild again.I come hard, but Roth’kar doesn’t.He just keeps going, clasping me with all of his hands, reaching down around my thigh and between my legs to play with my clit.
Soon, I can’t take any more, and he finally lets go.I collapse to the couch, and he nearly falls down on top of me.
“Sorry,” he says into my hair.“It was really hard to orgasm.”
I snort into the fabric cushion.“That’ll be the alcohol.Not that I’m complaining.”
Then, finally, we’re in bed—and I’m not sure how I got there, either.I fall asleep to Roth’kar stroking my hair, saying, “There are no good spiders.”
The next morning, of course, we both pay for it.
Neither of us has the energy to cook, so we drag ourselves a few blocks down to a cheap diner that serves bitter coffee and massive pancakes.I load up on grease and sugar, then suck down coffee.Roth’kar tries it a second time, and though he squints like it tastes bad, he has a few more sips, squinting like it hurts and heals at the same time.
Then we’re back at the apartment, napping in front of a movie.I might be hungover, but I’m pleased as a cat, curled up with Roth’kar and snacking on caramel popcorn.
I might just be happy.
Time flies by.Roth’kar expresses interest in getting out of the house more and having things he can do while I’m at work.Because even though we spend all of my time at home together, I’m also gone for eight hours a day on weekdays, which is a lot of time for him to spend alone.
He inquires about working at the corner store, but until he has permanent citizenship on Earth, he can’t take a job.Still, now he knows it’s a possibility, and that seems to excite him for the future.He goes to the park every day, where he has befriended a mother and daughter who play on the playground.The daughter is fascinated with him, and he likes to entertain her curiosity, answering questions about Karthinian life and culture.
It feels inevitable now that Roth’kar will stay.I spent so much time wondering if he might choose to leave at the end of this, but these days, I’m almost sure what he’ll choose.He doesn’t need to tell me in so many words, but he’s happier now than when he first arrived.He smiles more, and eventually, opens up about his life on the spaceship.I don’t know how he survived it, and I start to understand better why he’s been reluctant to tell me about that time.
The Hole sounds like a terrible place.He tries to pepper his descriptions with good things, like the sense of community they shared, but I can tell that it’s still painful to think back on.I remind him that he’s here now, with me, and we have each other.
As we approach the end of the trial, any anxiety I might have had about us as a couple fades.We both sought a partner in life, someone we could love, and we found it.I have to hand it to Gazargo for making it possible.
It’s almost Halloween, and Roth’kar has enjoyed the sight of pumpkins popping up on porches all around the neighborhood, people stringing up decorations in their windows and skeletons in their yards.
“Are those… bloody handprints?”Roth’kar asks, mouth twisting as we pass some windows smeared with blood.“Like in that movie we saw?”
“Oh yeah.Cool, huh?”
We’ve been watching some horror movies to get into the Halloween mood, and Roth’kar is riveted by them.He clings to me during the scary scenes, and once I even catch him hiding his face with a hand, peeking out between his fingers.After the first scary movie, he was so rattled that I was certain he’d never want to watch one again.
But he did the very next night.And the night after that.
He expresses an interest in decorating the condo, so we pick up some spiderwebbing and hang a few bats in front.Roth’kar is immensely pleased by the act of picking out where each bat will go, and even cajoles me into buying some of those same bloody handprints for the big window.
“They will believe someone has been murdered in your house,” he says gleefully.“But the trick is that no one has been murdered!”
Then I suggest we visit a haunted house, the very same thing he had once thought to be a ridiculous activity.But if anything, he’s excited by the prospect, and so we get tickets to a big one outside of town.There’s a corn maze involved and a barn full of butcher implements.We’re both absolutely scared out of our skins when a man leaps out with a chainsaw, but we run away giggling, arm in arm.
Soon, it’s going to be time for the biggest, best party of the year—the one Marguerite holds at her house.All our friends will be there, as will dozens of other strangers.Marguerite knows everyone and has whole other friend groups I’ve never even met.
“We need costumes,” I tell Roth’kar a few days before the party.
