Last Holiday on Terra

42

I woke up to her tentacles having been tangled with my own. I could hear her breathing, hell...I could smell the blood coursing through her veins...carnal, wanton and voracious. I only prayed that I had been gentle enough with her.

I smiled.

She was still here with me.

Her skin had darkened as had my own, a tell-tale sign of our having mated. What a dry word for such a beautiful act. I remembered well, the sex act as a Terran female...I prayed that I had not left her wanting.

My eyes searched the darkness; clearly visible to me was the line where the wall met with the ceiling...I'd never noticed it before...it had always appeared to be rounded, like the shell that it was meant to imitate and I found it curious.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at my reflection in the light...I looked my myself, only my skin was slightly darker from the mating ink. "Computer, dowse the lighting to fifty percent."

While I could still see my skin, I could see the glowing of my veins and arteries. I watched her steal up behind me as she wrapped her arms around my torso, her cranials reaching upwards to mingle with my own. Even our larger tentacles seemed to have minds of their own. I took one of her hands in mine and while hers didn't look like mine, I could see her physical pulse if I looked hard enough. She peeked around my shoulder. "Heya Kris—I'd ask ya how it's hangin' but I can see!"

I felt my brow raise high as well as my cranials. "Chris—who the hell is Chris?"

She giggled. "Ooo—you're jealous!" She chuckled and leaned in closer. "Kris—as in Kris's Kringle? You said you were lit up like a tree earlier?"

I felt stupid as I closed my eyes a rolled them beneath their lids. "My apologies, wife," I replied turning toward her and taking her in my arms.

Her face registered mild shock. "Wife?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

I nodded.

Then I watched as tears filled her eyes.

"Don't worry, you will still get to enjoy your white wedding and everything that goes with it. Our union must be announced and made official."

"I don't think I want a Royal kind of wedding. Remember Princess Di's wedding? I thought it was all way over done. And you remember THE wedding? My—our wedding? I was so stressed."

"I honestly think most of that was me," I told her. "Anyway I know you want a ceremony of some kind."

She shook her head.

"Can't lie to me, my love."

"Not even a teeny tiny white-lie?"

"Not now," I laughed.

"Nice modifications," she mused. "What else was modified?"

"Somehow I think you already know the answer to that question."

"I only know what the Alex dream-memory thingy told me."

"And?" I tilted my head...something she said wasn't the truth. "Hang on and hold that thought."

"Why? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just need to pee," I told her.

"Ah. Then I'll leave you to it. Want some coffee?"

"Only if your going to have some."

She play-bowed and grinned. "By your leave, your Grace."

"Oh gimmie a break," I grumbled.