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"It's a good thing we met, then," Haina says, her voice soft. She turns toward me and reaches for my hand, lacing my fingers with hers.
My heart floods with warmth, and I gaze up at her, full of yearning and adoration. I've been so in love with her from the moment I heard her laughter. If she never left my side for the rest of my life, I'd be the happiest woman in existence. Hearing her return my feelings is overwhelming, but in the best way. "I love you, too, Haina."
She squeezes my fingers and with her other hand, brushes her knuckles along my jaw. The gentle caress is like a balm for my anxiety, and I relax under her touch. She wants me as much as I want her.
"Can I kiss you?" she asks, and I nod. She leans in and brushes her lips gently over mine, and her hand trails from my jaw down my neck. "Can I take your clothes off and keep kissing you? Everywhere?"
I shiver with anticipation. "Only if you get undressed, too."
4
ALI
“You can undress me." She releases my hand and takes a step back so I can see all of her. "I'm all yours."
With a little smile, I reach for the auto-fastener at the collar of her pink and red bodysuit. "Should we move away from the window?"
"Why? No one's going to see but your vegetables." She grins at me. "Unless you think they're shy."
I giggle at the absurdity of shy vegetables, and activate the auto-fastener. It slithers down the front of her bodysuit, the material gaping, and she reaches for the neck of my tunic at the same time. My clothes are simpler than hers, with no activated fasteners. Humans get plain, boring cloth and laces to tie things, nothing fancy. But I feel pretty enough in Haina's eyes, and when she indicates I should lift my arms so she can pull my tunic over my head, I do. I remove the cloth breast-band I'm wearing before she can ask, because my cleavage is a lot more bountiful than hers. She doesn't wear anything of the sort, but I like her lean, strong form.
Where Haina's breasts are small and perky, mine are heavy and sway with their weight. Our bodies are very different, but she's touched my breasts before and told me that she likes how responsive I am. I just hope that she likes me as much naked. I steel my courage and brush aside her gaping clothing, exposing her breasts and caressing one.
She touches my cheek again, her gaze on me. "Am I your first mesakkah, Ali?"
I nod. The aliens I had experience with weren't her people. I'm not afraid of her and there are no bad memories when it comes to her kind.
"First female?"
"First in a long time," I offer, caressing her hardened nipple. The tip isn't like mine, but tough and ruched like the ridges that cover her shoulders and portions of her chest. I suspect they're not as sensitive as mine are and I've never asked if she likes breast touches as much as I do, or if she'd just rather I focus on her tail. "I've always liked women, though."
"Do you…want to talk about your past? I know it hasn't been easy." Haina's voice is gentle, her fingers light and caressing as she brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. "Is there anything you feel I should know? Any boundaries you don't want crossed?"
It's an unspoken given that everyone on Risda III has suffered some sort of trauma in their past. The horror of being kidnapped by aliens is bad enough, but so many of us were sold into slavery, and most of the aliens that populate this end of the galaxy are primarily interested in humans as playthings. Some are lucky enough to escape such things.
I wasn't lucky, though.
I shake my head. "I've been here for three years now, and maybe I'll talk about it someday. But not now. It's the past, and I just want to focus on now. With you." And because that sounds firm, I quiver a little bit. "If that's all right."
"Of course it's all right, Ali. I just want things to be comfortable with us." She cups my face in her hands. "If we get off on the wrong foot, it makes our future dates really awkward, and I want there to be more of them."
I cover her hands with mine. "Thank you, Haina. I promise I'll say something if it gets to be too much."
She leans in, smiling that lovely, warm smile of hers, and kisses me again. I try to arch my back so my breasts can brush against hers, but our heights are too dissimilar. She senses what I need, though, and Haina makes a soft sound of pleasure as she kisses me, and moves one hand to cup my heavy breast.
