Who lives, who dies who tells your story.

Although Aerith had been on Earth for a decent amount of time, there was never a time when she stopped to consider herself a poet. It was not a lack of love for the surrounding world that prevented her from doing so, but rather an inability to understand just how romantic the human language could be. Staring at Robin with a hint of scintillation in her eyes, she couldn’t find the words to describe just how celestial he looked to her. Like an angel descending from the heavens, it was a challenge to succumb to just how smitten she was feeling with the image before her. “Beautiful.” She said rather innocently, the beat of her heart caught somewhere between her chest and throat. Unknown to Robin, the following question provided her means of relief from the state of awe she was stuck in. “I believe so.” The princess offered, a slender arm coiling around her middle in thought. “One of my ancestors has the ability to fly. I have been working hard to learn.” Her face feels a bit warm, as does her hands as she nods. A part of her did not understand irony, but she did not have the means to ask when she was too caught up admiring the sight.

“Ah.. it is okay. Do not worry yourself.” Aerith piped up sweetly, her mind suddenly filled with nostalgic images of Rohir’rim and its weathers. “I can handle this much, Robin. However, it seems you are not well covered yourself.” The girl turned and scurried toward her dresser, thinking for a moment before finally opening a shelf to produce a scarf. “Keep this on, will you?” Her frame inches close as she leans in to wrap the scarf around his neck, enjoying the slight warmth that he emitted. Upon further inspection, she looked rather proud. Perhaps a bit much considering she remained in place, golden hues flittering about in further admiration, lips smiling. “I quite like this color on you.” She said, giggling some, her attention caught on the wispy snowflakes. “Ah..” She breathed out slowly, her expression filled with an innocent gaiety akin to that of a small child. “Is there anything wrong with the word date?” She queried, reaching out yet again to touch his gently dampened hair. She had woken up in a mood, because all she wanted to do was keep him close. “Or perhaps you do not want to date. Me? I do not understand. Morgan told me lying is not good.” Ah, her innocence would never get boring and judging by the unbothered look on her face, perhaps she was not understanding the context just yet. “Mhm.” She hummed, stepping away to go to her closet. “I was already awake.”

Thinking about Robin being in Morgan’s good list made her want to laugh. Mainly because he was certainly on there, perhaps at the top. At least, Aerith’s bias toward him would make her think the same of Morgan. Once she had picked out adequate clothing to her standards, which were certainly not the same as those of earthlings, her eyes sparkled with merriment yet again. This morning was certainly filled with pleasant surprises and the alien princess could not get enough of it. “May I have a cookie?” She asked, looking quite shy at even bothering to ask. Upon asking, her hands clasped together as she bounced in place. “Oh, I want to go now! I do want to build things. We will fight? With the snow? Ah! I really am excited. I did not know things such as sleighs and snow fights were a thing.”

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He had always been the confident one, someone who always held his eyes high and never giving in to intimidation; Robin was quite used to be the one in control of the situation at all times, but ah, when it came to Aerith it seemed all the way around. He would fidget with his hands more than intended and little smiles would escape from his lips whenever she spoke. His eyes never left hers, but it was a matter of attraction instead of control. As she seemed to ponder between the appropriate words to respond, he bit his lower lip unconsciously in unexpected anxiety.   The word hit like a wave of warmth against his skin.   Not like he wasn’t used to compliments ( gosh, he had inherited his father’s ego ), but hers were also so HONEST.  “Are you sure you are describing me and not yourself?”   THAT WAS SO LAME. Robin even scolded himself in silence for such a cheesy comeback. “Thank you”, he decided to add in attempt to redeem himself. “We should uh... train together someday; I think we could advance more if we team up”, Robin offered with a half-smile.

“It’s alright, I don’t think it will get colder”, he brushed it off, but he knew very well that winter nights in the city were something concerning; he definitely didn’t prioritize his clothing that morning, all for being in a rush to see her. Robin was still thinking about his outfit when something soft hung from his neck.   Oh, she was rather close again.   Her fingers brushing his skin made him go uncharacteristically silent. “I----”, only then he looked down to appreciate the scarf properly. “It’s my favorite color, thank you, Aer’i”, he thanked her with a larger smile, “definitely keeping it on, you can count on that”, he chuckled happily while still looking at her with longing ever-present in his stare. The fuzzy sensation that had nested between them suddenly shook on his side when she asked about the word. “NO!”, he almost yelled, “----I mean... it’s not a bad word and much less the... the other thing”, Robin blushed and he had to look away for a second. He sighed. “Morgan is right...”, he admitted and knowing Aerith’s naiveness when it came to terrestrial things, it wouldn’t be good to gatekeep these terms, specially if someone else ever invited her out in a date -----the simple thought caused a turmoil in his head----- don’t be a possessive little bitch, Robin, he told himself. “A date is when you go out with someone to spend time with them, get to know them better and potentially --but not always-- become each other’s special one”, he explained and for a second he wondered if he hadn’t used quite a childish way to describe the experience. Aerith was someone who always wanted to do the right thing and even if Robin was used to more devious actions, he didn’t consider it appropriate to involve her in them. “Y’know what? You’re right, I will talk to Morgan while you change clothes, does that sound good to you?”

Robin stood next to the door to calm his nerves as she picked her outfit for the day; was he really gonna tell her today? Initially, he wanted to wait until Christmas but there was this hunch that advised him against it. The sooner the better, but he didn’t know exactly WHY. “Ah, yes! Grab as many as you want, brought them for us to share”, Robin stated. Her excitement about the whole situation caused yet another smile on his lips. “Yes, it is a game that mostly children play but adults who say they don’t enjoy it are plainly lying”, he added. “I have a sleigh at home and there is a hill nearby so we can go there near the end of the day”, Robin suggested.

“I think I would like it too,” she smiled to herself. She’d most likely love the place, based on everything Bart had told her so far. “We have to be sure to take Lux along though; I can’t imagine visiting our home planet for the first time without him. It would be wrong.”

Becca bit her lip and turned away, her smirk threatening to turn into a full grin. She didn’t say so, but the way his hands felt on her back made her want to roll over and take him down all over again. Having someone right there, as ready and willing as she was, made her sex drive feel like it was ramping up a thousand times over. Her toes curled at the thought as she tried to suppress it, hoping Bart didn’t notice. “Mm, I suppose I’m willing to see what you come up with. I also tend to eat low carb, especially for breakfast, so keep that in mind as well. I don’t really do oatmeal either, in case you were considering that as an option.”

She chuckled lightly and nodded in agreement, though the blush on her cheeks would show a different emotion. “When would you like to go out? You know my schedule, so I suppose the day and time is up to you.” She couldn’t think of anyone who had been as eager as him to take her out on a date, let alone to do anything with her. Most people were just too intimidated to even give her the time of day, and she usually liked it that way, but not all the time. “It certainly does, but I have a feeling that despite changes in our circumstances we’d end up meeting.”

Becca whimpered when the tight spot was pressed initially, sighing as Bart worked through it and loosened her muscles. She felt like putty underneath his hands and could easily drift off to sleep if she allowed herself to. “Art? That’s very interesting, since there aren’t any rules to being artistic. I suppose instruments have rules, but not painting and the like. You can essentially create what you want.” She moaned quietly, considering what she wasn’t good at as Bart continued to massage her. “I don’t think I’m very good at dancing either. I have rhythm, but I can’t say I know how to dance. I’m too...awkward.”

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“Ah, of course! Lux definitely will come, I was already considering him; do you want me to er... inform him or will you do it?”, he questioned, “how do you think he will take it?”, Bart asked with a tilt of the had as his hands still worked on her back.

His hands went up to her waist and started working on that area listening as she spoke about her food habits. “You are quite a handful, did you know that?”, he muttered in a playful against the skin of her back as his hands squeezed her torso. “Then I will have to find my way with fruit and some other non-sugary things. Any advice or hint? I don’t want you leaving my apartment for not serving a proper breakfast”, Bartosz teased her before dropping a soft kiss on her spine.

He continued with the massage as he thought of a good answer to her question about the date. “What about next Friday? We can have lunch together any day or days of the week too, but I know you are working and end up tired, so I don’t want to importunate”, he explained, “Roswell isn’t too big, but I heard they opened a new fancy restaurant, in case you wanna go there someday as well”; he suggested as his fingers dragged to the top of her back around her shoulder blades.

it was curious the way the billowing wintery fog instigated memories long forgotten. it caused a curious expression to spread far across her gentle demeanor as she gazed up at the endless snow in the streets. it had been a moment’s length since she last felt an atmosphere close to her origins— in fact, she hadn’t known such a thing existed on earth! and though it was not quite the same in terms of temperature, the princess could only relish in the moment as she inhaled the sweet arctic breeze that enveloped her soul and his as if it were one being. however, the moment was rather fleeting as she focused her gaze on robin, the smile on her lips growing wider and more excited once he steadied himself on her balcony. “do not apologize!” aerith exclaimed gently, the gold in her eyes flickering with hints of delight, as if it were fire dancing over a pile of oak. “i hope you will show me more of this.. floating technique? you looked..” her brows relaxed as she comfortably walked deeper into her room, her neck craning somewhat as she looked back at the snow ridden boy. “snow..” she repeats— once, twice.. three times even— liking the way the word slipped past her tongue and onto the room. “are you sure? you are looking rather.. pale.” the girl turned on her heel swiftly, her feet taking her towards robin as she stopped short of his being. “are you sure you are okay?” it was easy for her to worry when it came to the brunet standing parallel to her, her gaze flicking from one part of his face to the next until she reached over and grasped a tiny snowflake on his hair. 

“oh!” she squeaked, marveling at the way it melted with her touch. “did you see that?” she said, a child-like wonder making its blissful appearance on her previously worried features. “a winter date?” she echoed yet again, her golden gaze stuck on the finger that had the faintest hint of moisture from the snow. “i am not quite sure.. i have just awoken. should i let him know we are going on a winter date?” her shoulders square, spine straightening as if her body was seconds away from rushing to the door to share the news with her guardian. thankfully, his voice causes her to look back at him, her head tilting slightly. “buy his permission?” a breathy giggle parts from her lips, her heart swelling with endearment towards the cookie wielding boy. “i do not think you need to buy anything from morgan, robin. i am certain he favors you.” the princess takes a step away from him, the back of her thighs pressing softly against the mattress of her bed as she watched him dig inside his backpack with an everlasting curiosity. it seemed everything he did ignited a wave of interest. “i do! did you make them, robin?” she queries lowly, and if one were to look closer, perhaps the shape of her eyes had the potential to rival the roundness of the cookies in his hand. “how do we play with this.. snow.. creature..?”

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“I wish I had more control over it, but yes, sure”, Robin replied with a smile as held himself down with the help of the furniture, “---I looked... what?”. His mutation slips were overly embarrassing considering how boastful he tended to be regarding the control over his abilities. “Can you use your powers to fly freely anytime? Ever tried it?”, he asked with a tilt of the head as she walked deeper into her bedroom and he managed to stabilize himself firmly on the floor as soon as her eyes were looking away, but the an instant afterwards she was staring at him again, but a deep breath kept him grounded, “Ah, pale”, he repeated guessing that’s what she meant at first. “Snow and cold cause that, I love it, although I have low cold tolerance, how ironic, don’t you think? Be sure to get warm clothes for yourself, though, I don’t know how you do with a weather like this, but better be safe than sorry”, Robin chuckled. He stayed perfectly still as Aerith reached for the snowflake and smiled a little more at her amusement.

“Yes, it melted away”, he replied calmly when any other person would have gotten a sarcastic response. It was far too endearing to see Aerith this excited with something as mundane as snow. “Ah--- yes, a winter date”. His last word was barely audible as soon as he realized the whole meaning of the situation, something that he hadn’t thought through until now. “I think we should avoid mentioning the word ´date´ to Morgan for now”, Robin replied as he nervously pulled on the hair at the back of his neck, “just tell him I will be showing you the lights and decorations”, Robin solved with a little shrug. “Sorry for waking you up”, he added.

~ Becca smirked at this, a mischievous look in her eyes as she gazed at Bart, “Well, I can certainly arrange that for next time, if you’d like. Please tell me you’ve at least had a blow job.” Despite her issues with the Federation, Becca was starting to love Erran culture already. The idea of living in a matriarchal society sent goosebumps down her spine, and she was more excited than ever to properly visit the planet with her brother and get introduced to their true home. 

“I am a very sexual being, believe it or not, so I guess that’s the Earth culture in me, huh? Though having such power as a culture makes me want to have more sex, and I don’t mind being dominated.” She chuckled and shrugged casually, deciding to leave the sugar topic alone. “How about tomorrow then? I’d love to see how you are with breakfast foods. I’m not a huge fan of greasy meats and the like, so sometimes I can be a challenge to cook for in the morning.”

She paused, feeling a flush of heat rushing to her cheeks at the mention of going on a date. “You want to…date me? I would love to.” Becca tucked a few hairs behind her ear to keep Bart from seeing the color fill her face again. “I would contact her if I could remember anything about her. I honestly can’t say I remember what she looked like, let alone her name. A lot of my childhood just blurs together as one bad memory with a few lighter moments.” She hummed in thought, then shook her head, “I can’t say for sure if we would’ve met. I think there’s a possibility Lux and I would’ve been on your radar, but I can’t say where I would’ve ended up studying if she’d adopted us. It would be up to chance.”

Becca nodded wordlessly in agreement, wanting to focus on the massage instead of investigating the possibility of other creatures in the desert. It could also be the followers of the dragon Mus she met in the woods, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to tell Bart about the encounter just yet.

With Bart’s hands on her back, Becca sighed happily, closing her eyes as the tension in her muscles started to melt away. She curled her toes and moaned when he hit a particularly tight spot, unable to do anything but relax underneath his fingers. “I’m curious about what you’re actually bad at doing. So far you’re surpassing everything I’ve expected.”

"Ah, yes, yes, of course I have. Honestly, whatever makes you happy works for me as well, I am not picky with the sexual stuff", he commented with a grin. "I really hope we can visit Erra soon, I think you would definitely like it".

"I have definitely been a witness of that and yes, I guess it is the Earth culture in you for sure", he chuckled and his friendly smile turned into a little sly side smirk, "oh, good thing I like to be in control then, that would be very proficient for any future occasion". Bartosz considered her suggestion about breakfast and then nodded, "it is a challenge I am willing to take! Even if I fail, I will get to know you a little better; there are many non-greasy things that can be eaten for breakfast".

"Really? Ah, that's great! Yes, I think a date would be lovely and we would get to interact in a different way", he grinned happily, "it is going to be the best date ever!". As Becca spoke about her foster mother, he listened with tilted head considering all the possibilities and everything that would have been different for him, Roswell and the world if she had been living abroad. "I think it would have been pretty interesting to know how things would have changed and under what circumstances we would have met then", he said. "Life works in mysterious ways".

~ Becca laughed again, covering her mouth to muffle the sound that came out much louder than expected. “You’ve never gotten scratches on your back before? I find that to be surprising, but who knows.” She nodded quickly, happy to have a man willing to do something as mundane as replacing her makeup in order to make her happy. Bart was a diamond in the rough and didn’t realize it. Becca hummed happily as she smelled the scented candles, though her face quickly twisted into a frown when the other described his diet. “–Disgusting. How does your stomach not hate you first thing in the morning? My digestive system would have me regretting all of that sugar at once, though I do love pancakes every now and again. How do you not get sick from it all?” She nodded and thought back to the food she had on the Erran base, approving if the food was similar to that dish. “I can certainly say I’d enjoy Erran food in that case. As far as my favorites, I love home-made lasagna and cheesecake. When I was a child, I loved these traditional German lemon bars a foster mother made every now and then. She wasn’t one of the bad ones, but she didn’t keep us, sadly. I wonder how things would be different if she had,” she mused, taking off her robe and setting it on the edge of the bed. “Well, it’s probably underground, but I can’t say for sure. Most of my research focuses on space and the atmosphere, so I’m not an expert in that area, but I do think it is worth looking into. We can discuss that more tomorrow.” She ended the conversation with a simple hand wave. Following his instructions, Becca removed her top and rested on her stomach, propping up her arms and chin on a pillow. “I’ll be sure to let you know, don’t worry. I’m not a stranger to massages, so don’t be scared to add a little pressure too.”

-

“Erran women usually prefer to ride the man, I guess it is the matriarchal culture that we have so it is more normal to have the women in positions of power... in every way. They are also not very sexual beings, because are usually very very busy so most likely they are not playful when it comes to sex”, Bart analyzed in a ramble of theories. Even though Becca was possibly Erran, she was raised on Earth and so, her perception about many things could have been easily changed, which explained a lot of her behavior. “I guess we all like different things!”, he chuckled, “I need sugar in my life because it also keeps me happy; I am definitely taking a big shipping of things once I go back to my planet”, Bart pointed out, “Oh! Let me know when you want some pancakes, we could make some blueberry ones and top them with fruit and add a little natural honey. I am already hungry just thinking about them”, he chuckled.

“Ah, those are very delicious things. I think I have never made lasagna or cheesecake, but if you know of a good place that sells them we should go on a date to that place”, Bartosz opinionated happily. “Have you considered calling your ex-foster mom to ask for the recipe? Maybe we can also find it online?”, he suggested and then smiled just a little at her next words, “Life has very odd ways of doing things. Do you think we would have met if you have stayed with that foster mother?”, he wondered curiously.

“Yes, I definitely want to research about it. We can talk more about it tomorrow, as you say, probably investigate next weekend if you are up for it”, he said. Bart wondered if it had anything to do with the dragon king waking up, although as far as he knew, he had woken up in some other place of the world, so it was probably something more specific.

Becca blinked at this, feeling her face heat up once again. It was getting annoying how easily Bart could make her do this, to make her feel vulnerable and like an inexperienced version of herself. Despite the momentarily embarrassment, she laughed at Bart’s gesture and climbed into bed next to him, cuddling up so that her head was resting against his chest. She chuckled and shook her head, smirking up at him, “No, I like the marks actually. It’s like you knew what I wanted without my asking. I’ll just need you to buy me some more concealer so my coworkers don’t start talking shit in the office.” She watched him prepare the room and smiled to herself, wanting to break the moment and ask what they were exactly. Things already felt like more than friends and more than friends with benefits with the way she felt such strong affection for Bart and felt it in return. “Well, what does eating like a five year old entail? Sugary cereal, perhaps? I’ve never been able to handle a lot of sugar, to be fair. Something about it makes my teeth hurt, if that makes sense.” She frowned at the mention of the desert and hummed with disapproval. “Mm, the desert is dangerous at night. We’ve gotten reports about strange spikes in energy over the desert recently, and I’m concerned about what could be lurking out there and you aren’t aware…but perhaps you know more than I.” She smiled and glanced about the room as the lights dimmed, impressed by Bart’s skills and seemingly ease about taking on new tasks. “You really embody the term “master of trades”, instead of “jack of trades”. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being impressed with you. As far as allergies, only clementines. Everything else is clear to use.”

-

“I am glad it was of your liking, I enjoyed it very much as well”, he replied honestly, “I got scratching marks on my back as well, I think they look really cool!”, Bart laughed, “I will get you more concealer, but you will probably have to go with me to the store so I don’t buy the wrong thing, I still don’t know all the different make up products that exist out there”, he admitted. Some of the candles soon released a soft lavender smell and he grabbed some of the bottle, reading the labels carefully. “I eat a lot of sugar, indeed, but also a lot of food. So you will see me eating lots of pancakes, drinking milkshakes and things like that at the mornings. Then, In the afternoon I eat a bunch of protein but also lots of fruits and vegetables in between meals”, he explained opening one of the bottles and smelling it. “Ah, yes, I have heard sugar can have that effect on some people, you will like Erran food, it is not very sugary in general, mostly very organic, I’d say”, Bart explained with a little smile. “What’s your favorite food?”, he asked, “what was your favorite food as a child?”, he asked with even a more curious tone.

Upon listening to her warning about the desert, Bart frowned slightly; yes, his communicator had been detecting odd energy, but nothing really identifiable. “I have read some of those spikes, but... nothing in particular has happened; I should probably go investigate someday. Do you know if they are underground or above ground?”, he asked her, “thanks for letting me know, I will be careful”, Bartosz reassured her with a smile and a little nod.

“I am just very energetic”, he commented with a soft blush on his cheeks at her compliments, “Earth is way more interesting than Erra, there are always new things to learn and do and I have always been quite the hyperactive one”, Bart said. “Besides, I like the smell of all these oils and creams, I just hadn’t had a real chance to use them just yet”, he admitted with a soft chuckle. “Now, please take your top off and lay on the bed”, he softly commanded as he pulled the blankets to make space for her to lay down. “And as always, let me know if anything I do hurts or makes you feel uncomfortable, alright?”

~ Becca laughed lightly, always amused by his almost childlike energy when his mind fixated on an object or subject of particular interest. She didn’t ever think she could match his energy no matter how much she trained and meditated. “You don’t have to apologize. I know it’s easy to get caught up in a research discovery. This is probably one of the first nights that I actually have to tap out early. You definitely wore me out and that is a feat all on its own.” She stepped out of the way so he could change out the sheets, lifting a hand to muffle another yawn. “The shower was fine,” Becca replied with a slightly confused look, chuckling, “You could say it did help, but I was already very relaxed when I got in.” The thought of a massage from Bart made the hair on her neck stand up and she considered it, nearly saying no before her mouth decided otherwise. “A back massage would actually be really nice, thank you. I usually go to the spa, but I have a feeling your skills are unmatched in that department as well.” She tilted her head and chuckled, waving off all of the questions. “I had half a mind to write everything down, and now I’m wishing I had. Anyway, I’m usually up by 9 A.M. and I have a smoothie – generally with protein powder, a banana and some berries. After my workout I have an egg white omelette with whatever vegetables are on hand. After that, my weekends are generally open. What about you? What do you do all night when you aren’t asleep?”

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“I will definitely take that as a compliment, good thing we will be able to increase your resistance in that space”, he replied with a full grin as he made the bed with the clean sheets, making sure not even one wrinkly was present; a bit of his unexpected and discreet perfectionism in some things. After being done, he flopped on top stretching his arms, even though he was not tired just yet and tapped the spot next to him looking at her.

“Ah, that’s good, I ask because I have only used that shower a couple of times”, Bart explained, “oh, do the... marks hurt? I have a cream that can help with the pain if it becomes too bothersome”, Bartosz offered with a little smile. He chuckled shyly at her assumption and rubbed his arm a bit nervously, “Well--- I hope it is good enough at least!”, he commented, “I will try my best for you, of course”, he assured her with a nod and got up, “in fact, let me get some things so it feels way better, alright?”, he told her and he was already on his way to his closet grabbing jars and bottles while she listed her morning routine. “That smoothie sounds great, might steal the recipe. I have everything for that here fortunately and that is a very healthy breakfast, I tend to eat like a five year old in the mornings unfortunately”, he laughed before heading back to the bed and placing everything on the bed. “Ah, I do different things, sometimes reading or meditating; the other night I did a puzzle and sometimes I just go to the desert and have a rough training; but I don’t have a specific routine unless I have work to do. Oh, I also installed smart lights in the apartment and LED lights as well, I saw it was a pretty popular thing to do nowadays and thought it would be nice to try”, he explained as he pulled out his smartphone and turned the lights dim. “Like this”, he smiled and lighted up some white candles. “Are you allergic to anything?”

Seeing the way Bart’s body glowed and changed with his emotions made Becca smile, especially since she was the cause of the flashes of silver light in his eyes and his aura. He made her feel special like no one else did, and she imagined no one else could. “Oh–” Becca looked down at herself and blushed deeply, avoiding Bart’s eyes once again and focusing on the projection he had up. “You’re very sweet, Bart, thank you. I don’t think anyone sees me the way you do.”  She glanced at his hands and then up at him, feeling the heat on her cheeks even then. It wasn’t until he was talking about her species that Becca snapped out of her infatuated haze and gasped. “Wait, really? Erran?” Her mouth fell open into a slight ‘o’ then, wondering why in the world it had to be sex of all things that connected them the most. “That– is certainly the most cliché thing I have ever heard, but it makes sense. I can admit that I felt something too when we were…connected. It felt otherworldly, in a sense. I couldn’t put my finger on it.” Becca nodded quickly and smiled, before a small yawn fell from her lips unexpectedly. “I understand what an amazing discovery this is, and I’d love to do more research tonight, but understandably I’m very tired. Think we can continue this conversation tomorrow?” Becca stood on her toes to give him a sweet kiss and gestured to the sheets. “And anyway, you still have a bed to prepare,” she teased with a smirk.

-

“I think so, yes!”, he assured her with a little smile. He laughed softly at her reaction because yes, it was certainly very cliché, but if she had felt it as well then there was no way it had been only his idea. “This is so exciting, it will make everything way easier and---”, Bart was already moving the projections around when he realized that he was rambling again about something Becca preferred to leave for some other day. “Sorry”, he apologized looking back at her and turning off the communicator to avoid the temptation to him researching. “Yes, yes, sorry. I will change the sheets right away”, he commented and headed to the closet to pull a new blue bedding from the top.

“How was the shower, by the way? Did it help you relax? I can give you a massage if you want, I bet your back is all tensed up due all the stress of... well, everything”, Bartosz laughed as he started pulling out the dirty sheets to change them. “At what time are you usually up? Do you work out first or do you have breakfast first?”, he questioned. Bart was wondering about so many things regarding her routine., but he didn’t want to annoy her either.

~ Becca chuckled at Bart’s infectious excitement, starting to believe that yes, there were endless possibilities for the two of them to find and do. She felt a chill run down her spine as he played with her hair – the realization that she hadn’t felt such a soft touch in what felt like an eternity, and she could almost sink into the feeling enough to sleep for days. Once in the bathroom, Becca laughed at the sheer number of hickeys and marks she could see on her naked body. Bart certainly didn’t do anything halfway, and she loved how unabashedly he marked her as if she were already his. She felt like she was his in that moment, still smiling as she stepped into the hot water and refreshed her tired body. After about 15 minutes, which included blow drying her hair and her nightly moisturizing routine, Becca returned to the room in a silk robe, wearing just a tank top and shorts underneath. “Mm, did you get distracted? Those look like the same sheets to me,” Becca teased, “Should we stay in the guest room instead? I’m sure Becky would like the company.” Her smile soon fell when she saw the serious look on Bart’s face, and her features shifted to match. “Alright, then,” Becca started, choosing to sit on the edge of the bed to keep away from the parts that were soiled from their romp earlier. “What’s going on? If you say some bullshit like you’ve changed your mind, I hope you’ve prepared for the cussing out of your life because I won’t be holding back.”

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“I did get distracted, I am sorry. I will change the sheets in a bit, promise”, he smiled briefly looking at her, happy to have her back; his eyes glowing in happiness upon seeing her enter the bedroom and his own train of thought dropping for a bit.   He really liked her so much. “I uh--- “, Bart shook his head with a bashful smile, “---you are just too pretty and I got distracted... again, sorry”, he apologized and went back to the projection verifying the information he was about to drop.

Upon listening to her words, he immediately turned and approached her holding her hands. “No, no, no. I can bet the galaxy that I would definitely never regret that”, Bartosz reassured her with a soft chuckle. Then, he turned back to his notes and took a deep breath because this was no easy task, but he trusted his guts and brains enough to be sure of his theory. “I... I think I have found out about your species”, he began and frowned a little. “Becca, I think you are Erran”, Bart finally dropped. “I know this is important, but I wouldn’t be saying it if I wasn’t sure of it”, he expressed. “You are gonna ask how I came to this and it was during sex; there was this connection that I have only felt around Errans and we also have similar abilities and that’s a pretty hard thing to happen with different species”, he explained and took a step forward with a little smile. “Knowing this could help us dig out more information about you and your family!”

Laying with Bart in the silence felt as easy as breathing, but Becca couldn’t keep her eyes on his without feeling like a shy teen; blushing and quickly looking away with a smile. She instead focused on the ceiling for a while, listening to his heartbeat as her head rested against his chest. “I wouldn’t mind at all. I wouldn’t mind doing a lot of things with you,” she said quietly, once again feeling like she was floating in space instead of simply being on Earth. Bart had that wonderful kind of effect on her. “I already know that,” Becca quipped and rolled her eyes at him, given that wasn’t the point she was making. “I’m talking about right this second until my legs don’t feel like jelly anymore. I’ll just do it myself.” With a sigh she held her hands over her body, focusing on the air molecules around her until her body temperature was cooled instead of sticky and uncomfortably sweaty like before. She could’ve used her powers for water too, but that level of laziness wasn’t something she was ready to reveal. Becca happily accepted the glass of water and drank it down in one try, setting the glass on the bedside table next to her. “I certainly don’t have a problem with sleeping in here,” she murmured, glancing around the room, “As long as you change the sheets. I refuse to sleep in a wet spot.” She smirked, grabbing a clean towel, and heading for the guest bathroom to shower. “I’d use yours, but my things are already set up in here. I can move them tomorrow if you want…”

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“Is that so? Because then we will be doing a lot of things together; the possibilities are endless!”, he expressed with his usual upbeat tone as he played with her hair; of course he was talking in a sexual and non-sexual way, which only reminded him there was something important he had to tell her, which immediately turned his smile into an expression of deep thinking.

“I will definitely change the sheets, don’t worry”, he laughed as she drank the whole thing on one sit. “Understandable, wherever you feel more comfortable”, Bart smiled and once she left, he took just a little moment to process everything that had happened, he was thinking with a clearer mind than when they were just kissing and touching. There were a lot of things he had to analyze about her, himself and of course them, but even more important he had to confirm his very strong hunch. Bartosz reached for his communicator and tried to do some quick research, but there was nothing he could get just from scratching the surface. No registry of Erran families establishing on Earth, no important trips or tickets with no return, then WHY? He stood in front of incomplete and classified files projected by his communicator. Errans had a good tracking system of their own, but unless he was wrong with the species, why wouldn’t there be any trace of Becca’s and Lux’s existence? 

A little smile crept up to his lips as she blushed and he kept brushing her cheek with his fingers. They were laying on the bed and nothing aside of the occasional car passing by the street could be heard. Everything seemed to settle down quietly with them and peace and relaxation finally reached them after the heated up conversations back and forth they were keeping during the afternoon. “Thank you”, Bart replied to her compliment. “It definitely was incredible, I agree. Well, I am not thinking about anybody else, for sure”, he laughed, “I wanna keep doing it with you, I still don’t like sharing”, he added with a playful tone.

“I could probably help you with that, but I think it would be even more relaxing and healthier if you took a shower”, he said, “It is always recommendable to clean your body afterwards”, Bartosz advised even though he was pretty sure she already knew that. “I will go get your water and a towel and I will be right back”, he commented before kissing her cheek and reaching for his jeans to get at least half of his body dressed. As he stood up from the bed, Bart acquired his camouflaged image once again to avoid the risk of being seen through a window. He stopped by the kitchen to get a glass of water and then by the hallway closet to get a couple o towels.

Hearing her laugh was absolutely delightful considering he had never heard her to do so until now. His lustful expression was briefly taken over by one of tenderness at the realization that she was feeling comfortable enough to show her true colors with him and than filled Bart with happiness; she was so cute.

The nails on his back only turned him on even more and he knew he would have marks the next morning and he adored the idea of that. They were both close to their climax and with every thrust, he felt his own soul vibrate with odd energy; as if something or someone was yelling an important message to him. Bartosz pulled back from the kiss because he wanted to look more at her, he wanted to memorize her expressions in his head forever and when Becca announced she was close to cum, he bit on his lower lip. “I’ll cum with you”, he let her know in between moans, which were pretty loud by now. Bart approached to her neck to bite and suck on it again to leave one last mark and then, he felt the release of the orgasm which was let out with a louder groan as all of his muscles tensed and just right there... everything made sense. He was still mid-climax when the revelation came to him. He looked into Becca’s eyes and recognized galaxies is them in the same way Errans had them. The whole situation took him aback, but once received the message, he was allowed to enjoy the wave of pleasure that ran down his spine.

“It’s okay, they are probably not even home”, he laughed although he wasn’t even sure; his neighbors liked to spend Fridays at home most of the times, but if luck was on Becca’s side, they could have gone out. He pulled her hands away from her face smiling, “what is done is done anyways, don’t stress about it”.

“Later sounds great”, he replied before she pulled him in for another kiss which he replied with a soft energy as his hand rested on her cheek and the overwhelming emotions caused his freckles to glow a little more intense while the kiss lasted and yet, another sensation of otherworldly familiarity hit him, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment with a game of guessing. He deepened the kiss a little before pulling back slowly.

“If anything they will just be jealous”. he replied with a little shrug, “I don’t think they will mind, I have heard them do all kinds of things as well anyways”, Bart laughed, “I will definitely consider that a win”, he grinned before leaning down to kiss her again.

Bartosz grinned after listening to her and he pulled back using his ability to remove any trace of fluid left on his lips. He crawled up to her and ran his fingers down her blond hair as he looked at her. “Appearances can certainly deceive”, he laughed while he caressed her face and a proud smile shone. “Nice trick, hm? Just a little discharge to stimulate your muscles and nerves, works like a charm. I was taught about it as a healing procedure, but it occurred to me it may have more uses”, he explained, “glad you liked it; that was quite a loud climax”, he pointed out with a little smile.