Page 50 of Married to the All Hallows' Eve Alien

“Do that a thousand times, no a million,” she says.

I do my best to reach twenty times, slowly all the way in and then all the way out. By twenty, I’m worried about her body. There’s no Alliance sex tech here. I don’t want to hurt her. I enter her and then flip her on her stomach and begin to speed up enough to orgasm myself. However, before I withdraw, I turn her over on her back, bring my penis out, and rub it in the hair between her legs. I find this brings me some satisfaction. Then, as before, I push some of my semen back inside of her.

I take her in my arms and lay next to her. I was almost asleep when I remember. “Do you want to go have breakfast?”

“No, I want to sleep just like this.”

I’m relieved. We fall asleep in each other’s arms to make the most of these last moments.

* * *

All the days of my holiday have blurred into one. I feel like I’ve only been here a day and then at the same time for months. Everything couldn’t be more perfect with Ivy, and I’m reluctant to leave her on Earth. Every other minute, I tell myself to tell her the truth now, and then maybe she’ll just come with me, but every time I get up the courage, I lose it again.

Now, the time has come to leave. I must get back to the base, and she to her own work. At the airport, I kiss her and hold her tightly to me. I want to remember the feel of her in my arms and what she smells like forever.

“I’m going to miss my flight.”

I reluctantly let go and then watch her go through security. I wait at the airport to make sure she doesn’t come back out for some reason or that her flight is not canceled.

Ivy texts me from the other side of security. She’s buying some touristy tea towels for the new house to remind us of our time here.

It’s unbelievable how ridiculously happy she makes me. I feel like a completely different person. The loss of Ash is still raw, but it’s manageable with Ivy. But I must figure out a way to tell her who I am.

After two hours of waiting and having confirmation, her plane took off. I leave the airport and take a taxi to where Commander Fox can safely pick me up in the Alliance Force transport.

By the time he comes to collect me, I’m eager to return to work. Mostly because I keenly feel Ivy’s absence and Ash’s and need to occupy my mind.

I enter the faux SUV transport. “Commander, you humble me. May the goddesses show us the way,” I say as I get in and take off my Dulu holo.

“We missed you this week.”

“I was on holiday with my other half,” somehow, the Commander makes me feel like a teenager again.

“I know,” he replies, and then I get it. This has more to do with losing Ash than anything else, and now we are also a good man down. As if reading my mind, Commander Fox adds, “Ash would have approved.”

“He would have…” I trail off, thinking he would’ve approved of my exchanging vows with Ivy, legal or not.

After a sacred seven seconds for the memory of Ash, Commander Fox begins bombarding with questions, “Will your marriage ceremony be soon? Does she know you’re Alliance yet?”

“No, there wasn’t a good time to tell her yet.”

“Were you intimate, Sem?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know. You booked two rooms. It could’ve gone either way.”

“Goddesses. Did you put a wager on me? Who with?”

“Only Orr. But it’s good for morale and to get the other men thinking about human women as possible wives.”

I know he’s right, but it’s embarrassing for my personal life to be used in this way. “Only Orr,” I repeat.

“Did you?”

“What did you bet?” I ask the Commander.

“That you did because she’s your true other half, and in this romantic place that’s so similar to a honeymoon resort in the Empire, I didn’t think you would be able to resist.” He touches his forehead in a gesture that means, ‘No one knows you better than me.’

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