Pink Lights

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I can't hold back any longer. Sweat pours from our bodies and I thank the heavens as she calls out my name and I know I can finish.

Collapsing into the sheets beside her, my heart pounds as those beautiful endorphins rush through my body. She gives a final shake as her long blue fingers run between her breasts, clutching her figurative pearls as the aftershocks of climax pulse through her being.

"You should come see me more often, Lieutenant." She purrs. "Not very often I get to have fun that's quite so…fun!" She giggles in that high octave her species has and I close my eyes, smiling despite the sinking feeling that’s coming on.

"Thank you," I say, "I think I should come see you more often too. That was…" I raise a hand to try and pluck a word from the air.

"Otherworldly?" She suggests with another giggle.

"That's a good way to put it." I smile again and lean over to kiss her glistening blue forehead. Her eyes are like saucers and glint with the purest black, as if they’re made of wet obsidian.

"I need to get back to the bridge." I tell her and she does her best to break my heart with her large, sad eyes and pouting lips.

"Care to stay just a little while longer?" She says, pressing her breasts together as she bats her eyelashes and leans her head toward the showers. "We can multitask."

"Verneca, please-"

"Call me Vern." She smiles wide, "after what we just did, you can call me Vern."

It’s my turn to giggle. She holds her smile but cocks her head to the side asking, "what's so funny?"

"I had an Uncle named Vern once, in another life. That's all." My smile fades as I think of that other life. Memories flashing by in a blur. Her smile drops and it’s replaced by wide eyed confusion.

“Uncle?” she says. “What is Uncle?”

Their lives are so much different than my own, it’s hard to keep track of it all. Their people are raised communally with no set ‘parents’. All the adults pitch in to help raise the little ones in a sort of extreme version of ‘it takes a village to raise a child’. She has no idea about lineage like uncles and aunts, and even with our neurotranslators, the word is totally alien to her.

“Don’t worry about it.” I flash a smile. “I’ll stay for a while longer and we can get clean.”

She squeals with glee and hops out of bed, making sure to sway her hips a ludicrous (and completely intoxicating) amount as she moves to the shower stall. Her body is glistening and I stare at her curves and feel a stirring in the pit of my stomach. She looks over her shoulder and catches me, flashing her dazzling white teeth in a smile that makes my heart stop. Her canines are sharp and I find that sexy, though I couldn’t say why. I never would’ve imagined it being so alluring before, but they haven’t posed a problem yet. As she slides her tongue over her teeth then bites her lip, I have a feeling they won’t pose any problems now.

I chase after her, scrambling over the bed and throwing the sheets to the floor. She squeals and giggles, jumping into the shower and turning the dial. Steam floats across the glass and she’s momentarily out of view. I follow her into the foggy warmth and her lips meet mine, her hand sliding between my legs.

I feel myself stiffen and can’t believe that after all we’ve done, I’m ready for more. She sparks something wild in me as her desperate, hungry mouth makes its way from my lips to my chest. She kisses me everywhere, following the lines of my pectorals and moving lower until she’s just above my sex.

Looking down, her green hair has turned almost black as it’s become wet. It hangs down her back, covering most of her, and I marvel at the view of her luscious curves as she squats down. The teasing becomes unbearable as she continues to kiss my stomach and runs her hands along my thighs, making my muscles quiver and jump in anticipation of her warmth. My heart feels like it might explode so I reach out to pull her closer to me, and in that moment she takes me in her mouth. I shudder as she works her magic, her head bobbing in time to the sweet bliss that pulses through my body with every stroke of her lips and every twist of her tongue.

I pull her away, terrified that I might end our fun before I can return the pleasure, and she rises up to look me in the eyes. I kiss her, pushing the loose strands of her emerald locks from her face as she breathes heavily into me. Her chest is rising and falling quickly and she’s gasping for air. Her hand is between her legs as we kiss deeply, our passion moving in a rhythm that needs no drum, and I’m thankful for her initiative. I don’t know how much longer I can last with this goddess from another galaxy.

It’s my turn to wander and I cup her small blue breast to move my tongue around her violet nipple as she throws herself into overdrive. Her frantic movements leave her gasping and she cries out, “Now, Aaron!” and I grab her hips, spin her around and enter her with raw, uninhibited ferocity.

Her ecstasy continues as she moans, sending shivers down my spine as she writhes on me, grinding herself into me as she climaxes. I love that I can make her lose herself in our lovemaking. For a moment, as I pull her blue hips into mine and waves of pleasure run through my body and shoot into hers, I’m almost thankful for the time I spent in the freezing vacuum of space. If not for that time in hell, I wouldn’t have arrived at this heaven.

A final shudder of euphoria fires across my nervous system and I try to pull away, her tenderness and heat too much for me. She reaches back and grabs my wrists, locking me into her. “Don’t you dare, earth man.” she gasps and continues to grind back against me.

“I can’t!” I say, and she looks over her shoulder, flashing her canines and smirking. She flips her hair from her back and reveals her sculpted muscles. Releasing me, I run my hands over her smooth wet skin and bask in the beauty of the woman who has given me so much pleasure. I’m surprised I don’t faint from the heat of the shower and the slippery intensity of Verneca. She reaches forward and presses her hands on the glass, stretching out before me and pushing up on her toes to keep us connected. I lean forward to kiss her back and she pushes back on me, making sure I can’t escape her magic. Sensitive as I am, I don’t want to.

“Come on, Aaron.” she whispers. “Show me what you can do.”

She presses back harder and swivels her hips, making my blood boil to the point of eruption. I’m harder than I’ve ever been and I reach around her hips, holding her breasts then running my right hand down between her legs.

She moans as I play with her hard nipple and it spurs me on. I stop rubbing between her legs and stand up straight. She immediately takes over, moving her hand to replace mine and rubs herself vigorously. A moan turns into a cry of pleasure as I grab her hips and slam into her again and again. Her blue flesh quivers with each impact and I am mesmerized by how her body moves before me. She’s like nothing I’ve ever known, and as she looks over her shoulder, I feel like I’ve found someone I can spend my life with. She closes her eyes and cries out as her body shakes, gripping me with so much force in her waves of pleasure that I release as well and cry out her name as every ounce of my being is poured into her.

She drops to her hands and knees, every muscle shaking as the hot water sprays down onto her body and I think about how perfect she looks. I collapse beside her and we pant like animals as our bodies twitch with the last pulses of ecstasy and exhaustion washing over us.

I lean on my elbow as the water ration runs out and the stream of hot water shuts off. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” She asks, her eyes closed and voice trembling.

“I’ve never, in my life, had sex like that. Not even…” I think back and my heart’s stabbed by the loss of my time and my love. Things had felt so amazing, so right, and now the hole in my chest has re-opened in a matter of seconds. I rise up to sit cross legged on the warm tiles and feel guilt wash over me in waves. It’s been four hundred years since I was frozen, but the feeling that I’m in the wrong won’t let me go. The grasp of my past life won’t let me create a new one.

I lower my chin and close my eyes, holding back the tears that want to ruin this perfect moment. Or, a moment that had been perfect until now.

I feel Verneca’s hand on my back and open my eyes to see her kneeling beside me. She’s pulled her hair back and her black eyes are staring into my soul.

“She’d want you to be happy, Aaron.” she says.

I nod, my throat tight, and she leans her head on my shoulder.

“I know it took a lot for you to come see me.” she says, “and I want you to know that if you can’t start this now, I will wait for you to be ready.”

I kiss the top of her head and wrap my arm around her, pulling her in for a hug. Cool air seeps into the shower with no hot water to drive it back, and her skin breaks into tiny blue goosebumps. She doesn’t flee for the warm bed or try to pull away, only nestles in closer, giving me comfort when I need it the most and helping keep that sinking feeling from pulling me under.

We’ve been playing this game since I woke up. My cryo chamber was found by Verneca’s ship, The F.S. Okanis, and I’d been welcomed and informed of the destruction of earth over 300 years ago. We’d been on a mission to find some other home, and we’d failed. Cryo sleep had been a necessary risk when we left earth, but the autopilot steered us into an asteroid field and knocked out our communication. I was the only one who survived. All the other pods breached and the crew were little more than mummies when I was rescued.

I’ve spent the last year learning how to walk again, and Verneca was with me for every fragile, broken, and stuttering step of the way. She’s been my rock, and my therapist as I grieved my lost home, my friends and my beloved wife Marney. I think I fell in love with her a long time ago, though my head didn’t want to believe it. It's like the raw passion of our lovemaking has shaken loose any doubt, and now I have a whole new hurdle to jump. I need to acknowledge this amazing, talented, sexy woman who sits in my arms. The woman who literally helped me learn to live again.

“I’ve been…afraid.” I say, and feel her tense. It’s like she’s trying to stay still, to not even breathe, in case I bring the universe down on her head. “The last thing I remember from all those years ago was staring out my cryo pod window and holding my hand to the glass. Marney held hers on the outside, and we said our goodbyes.” Verneca knows this. I’d told her about the recurring nightmare I had where Marney’s flesh rots and she turns into a skeleton before my eyes, but she stays silent, waiting patiently. I swallow before continuing. “I knew the chances of us coming home were slim, to say the least, but I always blocked that out. Always thought that we’d be the exception, not the rule.”

She nods slightly, but makes no other move to speak.

“I guess I feel like this is all some sort of joke. Ya know? How can all of it be gone…how can she?” The words catch in my throat and the dam breaks, letting loose the tears to stream down my already wet face.

Verneca sits up and wraps her arms around my neck, squeezing me and letting me crush her in a bear hug as I cry into her wet, green hair. The tidal wave of emotion dies down and my shoulders stop shaking as I rebuild the levee that holds my torment at bay.

She pulls back from me to look me in the face and says, “I have a confession to make.”

I rub the stinging tears from my eyes and say, “What is it?”

“There’s something I’ve never told you about our society…” I stop rubbing my eyes and she looks down, violet creeping up her neck as she blushes. She pulls away and stands, walking back toward the bed. She scoops the sheet from the floor and wraps it around herself to sit on the bed, her legs crossed and only her head poking out from on top. She motions to the side with her head and I follow her to take a seat. It’s my turn to hold my breath and wonder what she’s about to say.

“Many cycles ago, I had a partner.” she says quickly, careful to avoid eye contact as her face turns nearly full violet.

I wait a beat, sure there must be more, but it seems like that’s it, so I ask, “Okay, but you aren’t together any more, right?”

She looks at the floor and shakes her head, scrunching her nose and trying to keep herself together. I’m clearly missing something, so I press on. “Is that a big deal on your planet? That you’ve had other partners?”

She looks at me, her eyes wide, and I can see I’ve made some sort of faux pas.

“Not partners,” she says. “Partner. We only get one.”

My confusion is deepening by the minute so I ask her flat out. “What does partnership mean on Bzartak?”

She nuzzles into the sheet more and sighs. “Back home, on Bzartak, you only get one partner. When you find them, they’re yours for life. From the time you link until the time you die. My partner…she died.”

“So you aren’t able to link with anyone else?”

“It’s not that we can’t link…we aren’t allowed to link. We get one partner, and that’s it.” She stands and walks over to the small porthole that looks into the magenta and fuchsia swirls of the passing star field outside the ship. “Her name was Pheesbus, and she was the love of my life.”

I look at the floor, my chest hollowed out by the familiar feeling of emptiness. I can empathize with Verneca so keenly, and my heart feels like it’s breaking all over again. “I’m so sorry.” I say. “I know how it feels to lose someone.”

“I know.” she whispers. “When Pheesbus died, I knew I had to leave Bzartak behind. I couldn’t live without my love… I didn’t want to.” She pauses and looks out in silence as the pink lights flash across her face, illuminating the tear tracks that line her cheeks. “They used to bury partners together when one died. After Pheesbus died, I could understand why, and I wanted that for us. To be together.”

“Vern, I-”

“I know.” She wipes the tears away with the sheet. “That’s why I joined the medical crew here with the Federation. I thought my days of love were over, but I thought I could be of some service to others. I didn’t think I would ever link to someone again, but this last year with you…” she shook her head, “you’ve changed that.”

I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her, pressing my naked lap into the thin sheet that separates us. I rest my chin on her shoulder and kiss her neck softly, breathing in her scent and closing my eyes as we sway in front of the porthole.

“You’ve changed me too.” I say to her, and she leans her head onto mine. “When I woke from the cryo pod, I didn’t think I’d ever move on from my old life. The weight…the sheer magnitude of what happened.” I shake my head. “Maybe I’ll never be fully over it… I’ll always hold earth and the people I loved close in my heart, but you’ve shown me that I can love again. That there’s a place for me in this galaxy without earth.”

She turns to face me, her eyes watery as she smiles her sharp grin. “You really mean that?”

I touch her cheek and kiss the tip of her nose. “Of course. I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I just didn’t have the guts to admit it to myself.”

A tear speeds down her cheek and she drops the sheet to reveal her beautiful curves. She presses her lips into mine, opening her mouth to allow me to kiss her deeply, and wraps her arms around my shoulders. I grunt as she jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“I’ve got nothing left in the tank,” I say and stumble back to fall onto the bed as she laughs, her melodious joy making my heart soar. I groan and give a whimper as she pokes the end of my nose and chuckles.

“What would I do without you here?” I ask.

She smiles at me, staying silent, and I know the answer. Without Verneca, I’d be crippled, inside and out from my centuries in cryo sleep. I’d be a husk of the man I am today with no possible hope of redemption for myself. I’ve lost my home, my wife and everything that made me who I am, but her love has seen me through. The love that I didn’t want to acknowledge, that I didn’t want to feel because I didn’t think I was worthy of it. Worthy of a second chance. If only I’d known she was feeling the same, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time.

“I love you, you know.” she says.

I squeeze her tight and say, “I love you too.” and I feel her exhale as rejection flies by like a bullet in the night. She nestles in closer to me, the sheet on the floor and the white wall of the room dances with pink lights. I wish that Marney could’ve seen the beauty in this universe. I wish she could have seen the stars and the skies that exist so far from what we ever knew in Oregon, and for once when I think of her, I’m not upset. I don’t feel the hole in my chest threatening to turn my body into lead. I know she would want me to be happy, and if I could change the past to save earth, I would do what I could…but the fact is I’m here now, and I love this woman with me. That’s more than most get in this life, and for that, I’m happy.