Wednesday, January 18, 2012

WIP Wednesday - Alien Interludes: Michaela's Child

     Uh oh, it looks like the honeymoon might be over for one of our heroines and her clan.  Relationships don't always glide along smoothly, and it's a measure of a clan's commitment as to how well they weather storms.  Michaela isn't feeling the love these days because real life has intruded on her marital bliss.

    Michaela had dinner on the table when the first of her clan arrived home for the evening.  Govi, her Imdiko mate, gave her a quick peck on the top of her head as he entered the dining room.  “It smells good.  I hope I can stay awake long enough to enjoy it.”
    She offered him a wan smile.  Govi was Kalquor’s leading expert on Earther female psychology, putting in long hours at the psychiatric branch of the local hospital.  Once upon a time, he’d even succeeded in making her feel worthy of love.
    Weariness masked his good looks as he dropped heavily onto a seating cushion on the floor.  His long blue-black hair was mussed from his habit of raking his fingers through it.  His 68 years, young yet for a Kalquorian, didn’t show on his movie-star handsomeness.  His lips were almost too sensuous for a man, but his nose was straight and long, his jaw strong.
    Michaela wished his blue-purple gaze would search her out, but instead his cat’s eyes closed as he leaned his face into his palm, his elbow propped on one bent knee.
    Michaela dropped to her own cushion at the opposite end of the low dining table.  She looked at the assorted dishes without a hint of appetite.  “You might as well eat.  I haven’t heard from the other two as to when they’ll be home.”
    Govi nodded with a yawn and stretched.  Despite her depression, Michaela couldn’t help but admire his lean muscled body that filled out his black formsuit so delightfully.  Her center heated as it always did, thinking of how he looked when he was naked and crouched over her, thrusting deeply into her body.
    She’d lost count of the weeks since he’d last touched her.  Since any of them had.
    Govi ladled a hearty stew made of ronka meat and local fresh vegetables into his bowl. His long-lashed eyes closed in appreciation at the first bite.  “You made this.”
    “Guilty as charged.”  She found a smile at his approval.
    “I can always tell your cooking from the main kitchen's.  You put your heart into it.”
    He still didn’t look at her even as he praised the meal.  Maybe he no longer could bear the sight of her.  Michaela’s stomach was heavy, as if a rock lodged within it.

2 comments:

  1. So what is really going on?????

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    1. Massive insecurity after things don't go as planned. Michaela's old demons have returned, and her boys are too distracted to notice.

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