TBT: Alien Refuge

“Nothing happens that you don’t want,” he said, his voice softly raspy.  “Tell me what you want, Iris.”

She didn’t even have to think about it.  “Hold me.  Kiss me.”

His pupils widened.  A strong band of steel circled her waist, pulling Iris close to the man sitting next to her.  As if in a dream, Ospar’s handsome face drifted down to hers.  She closed her eyes.  The softest of touches caressed her lips, a slow sliding of the Kalquorian’s mouth against hers.  It closed around first her lower lip, then the upper, as if testing the softness.  Then it settled firmly over her mouth.  She felt the hardness of his teeth through the kiss.

Iris sighed, her lips parting beneath Ospar’s.  He took the opportunity to slip the tip of his tongue between them, a careful tasting.  Iris opened her mouth more, inviting him in.  He accepted the invitation, his warm tongue reaching in to stroke hers, soft and slow.

It was as gently raspy as his voice, like rough velvet rubbed in the wrong direction.  Ospar’s flavor was salty musk.  Somehow primitive, with an undercurrent that Iris could only have described as masculine.  Tasting him made her chilled insides heat suddenly.  She moaned.

Ospar responded to the sound with a moan of his own.  He held her tighter still, and his tongue fondled hers with greater force.  The kiss became more demanding, as if the taste he’d gotten of her had awoken a ravenous appetite.  He plundered her mouth with desire.  She arched against him, a thrill of pure want chasing from her sex to her spine, up to her skull, and back down again.

Hands plucked at her clothing.  Too many hands, reminding Iris she and the Dramok were not alone.  But Ospar was still kissing her, the searing heat of which burned away any thoughts save the ones that she needed to be closer to him, to feel his flesh against hers.  Even the moments when they were forced to part so that her sweater and blouse could be lifted over her head couldn’t calm the storm of desperate want.  The instant she was freed of those pieces of clothing, his mouth found hers again, kissing her every conscious thought away.

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TBT: Alien Refuge

Ospar returned her smile with a quizzical one of his own.  “We have just met, haven’t we?  I keep reminding myself of that.  It’s funny, but I feel like a part of me has known you all along.  What is that called, Rivek?”

“Spirit recognition.”  The Imdiko told Iris, “It’s an idea some theologians have discussed through the centuries.  It refers to the belief that the essence of who we are has already met before we join to a physical form.”  He cocked his head and studied her face.  “You seem very familiar to me too.  The first time you and Thomas came to the temple, I thought, ‘Well, here they are finally.’  As if something in me had been expecting you to come along.”

“You even asked Thomas if he already knew you.”  Iris blinked at him.  “This spirit recognition sounds similar to the Earther idea of soul mates.  But that goes beyond simple recognition.  It’s the idea that two people are meant for each other.”  Her face heated.

Jol watched her carefully.  “There are more than two people here.  I feel that even Thomas belongs with us.”

“He does.”  Ospar looked at the sleeping boy, and his expression softened in a look of affection.

Iris basked in their acceptance of her son.  “I wished I believed in such things.”

Rivek asked, “Why shouldn’t you?  It certainly feels right to me.”

It felt right to her too, Iris thought.  It had from the moment she saw Jol holding Thomas after snatching him out of Blaine Middleton’s reckless path.  The first instant she’d seen Rivek and again when Ospar came to her home.  

The idea should have frightened her.  Such things simply didn’t happen, especially not on Haven where most Earthers held the Kalquorians at arms’ length.  And yet the familiarity persisted, embracing her in comfort.

She swallowed.  “This – this can’t be happening.  We just met.”

Ospar chuckled.  “As far as you can remember.  However, I think my spirit recognizes yours, lovely Iris.  I think we want to be re-acquainted.”  

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