Page 47 of My Alien Bughead
I don’t think Lucía’s talking about explosives anymore. My cock twitches, uncurling from its usual position to reach for her but my damn pants are in the way. I cup her cheek and trace her lips with my thumb. They’re as soft as I remember.
A gasp escapes me at the sight of Lucía sucking my thumb into her mouth followed by her tongue circling the tip. My poor heart picks up speed, thundering in my chest as if it wants to jump out of my body. Galaxies. I need to have her, even if it kills me.
A loud thump jerks us both back.
Omni glares at us from the doorway, a large box of grenades on the floor in front of him. He points a finger at Lucía. “I want my fritters.” Then he storms off, his wings rustling.
Lucía clears her throat, looking anywhere but at me. Her eyes fall on the clock. “Three minutes,” she smirks. “You were wrong.”
Since most of my blood is still in my lower regions, it takes a few seconds to realize what she means. “Off by one minute. That’s pretty close.” My muddled brain wants to ask her if she’ll punish me for being wrong but fortunately, the rational part of my mind wakes in time to stop me from making a complete fool of myself.
Faltering a little, my vision swims in front of my eyes. Lucía grabs me by the arm and directs me back to the chair. “Sit. That’s an order,” she adds, mischief dancing in her eyes. My cock doesn’t react, though, a clear sign that there’s something wrong with me and I really should rest for a while.
Leaning back in the chair, I close my eyes. I hear Lucía dragging the heavy box across the room and hate myself for not being able to help her. I’d carry it for her if I wasn’t so sure that I’d pass out. Then, instead of dragging a box of grenades, she’d have to drag my sorry ass to the infirmary and that’s not how I imagine this day ending.
I still don’t know where we stand. Whether she’s just toying with me or she actually wants to have sex. Or…something more? No, that would be too much to ask for. I’ll just settle for being in the same room with her. That’s a realistic, attainable goal.
And if she asks for sex, well…
“D’Aakh?”
“Yes. I’ll have sex with you,” I mumble sleepily. “Just give me a second.”
Her laugh rings through the room. “That’s great. I might take you up on that offer once you no longer resemble a zombie andaren’t falling asleep mid-sentence. But right now, we have work to do.”
“Oh. Right.” Forcing my eyes open, I see that she’s already tidied the workbench and unpacked all of the grenades. Did I really fall asleep? “I’m sorry.” I rub my two functioning brain cells together to wake myself up, then chase away the toxic thought that having a stimstick would be really helpful right now. I can do this without drugs. “Alright. You have to take the thermal grenade apart. First, unscrew the casing and carefully remove the fuze.”
Chapter 28
Lucía
By the time I’vefinished upgrading the last grenade, D’Aakh is fast asleep again. I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did.
He’d wanted to help assemble the components but his hands were shaking too violently to hold the delicate parts together. He was probably in a lot of pain, too. I saw how carefully he moved and noticed the occasional wince even though he’d tried so hard to hide it from me.
Males are the same everywhere, apparently. Acting like the world will end if they admit to being in pain.
A station-wide broadcast announces that the Supernova has detected three unmarked ships en route to the station. Estimated time of arrival: a little over eight hours. Arnik praises everyone for working hard on preparations and urges us to eat and get some rest. To spend a few hours with the people we love.
I glance over at the snoring figure collapsed on the now empty workbench, Arnik’s little announcement making me wonder, do I love D’Aakh? I can’t deny the explosive physical attraction between us but, love? Hell, I’m not even sure I like him! Yet, my heart thumps painfully at the thought of never seeing him again. Never feeling his arms around me.
When I’d fallen apart earlier, instead of verbally stomping on me like the old D’Aakh would have, he’d picked me up and held me in his arms. He’d teased me until laughter chased away my tears. That was…
I shake my head. I don’t even know what to think about it. It was totally out of character for the D’Aakh I know, yet it felt like the real D’Aakh. The D’Aakh from before the female he’d loved had died in his arms and he’d become consumed with pain and guilt.
Do I want this new, overly cynical D’Aakh? Or could I patiently support him and see if he returns to his previous self? Do I even want D’Aakh? Great, now my tired brain is picturing me adopting an alien puppy with two glowing antennae. I should probably get some sleep.
Looking over at D’Aakh again, I cringe at seeing the awkward angle his neck is turned. That’s going to hurt when he wakes up. He shouldn’t be sleeping here like this. He should be in a bed.
“D’Aakh.” I murmur, tapping his shoulder before realizing he’s out cold so I start shaking him gently. Hopefully, he won’t wake up talking about sex again, because I’m not sure I could resist his sleepy cuteness this time. “D’Aakh, wake up.”
“Mmm. Eager,” he murmurs, cracking one eye open and giving me a lazy smile. “I like that.”
I smack the top of his head. “Stop thinking about sex.” Someone has to be sensible and it won’t be me. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“How am I supposed to stop thinking about sex when you say things like that?” D’Aakh snorts, rousing up enough to stand but it’s clear he’s not completely with it. “Your bed or mine? I have a big bed. You’d like it.”
“I bet I would, but your bed is on a spaceship floating miles away from here, so we’re not going there. We’re going to my room.”
