All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend (Bubble Babes #2)

by Petra Palerno

“Listen, Seth, we’ve got BDSM on Earth—and all the nerds and engineers I’ve surrounded myself with for my entire life basically run that shit. After being a bubble babe, I’m sure I can handle a little kink as an appetizer.”

To Jessy’s credit, I don’t think she was lying about being unfazed by the scene surrounding us. It’s like she can shut off a part of her brain that I’m unable to.

“So you’ve been snooping on me?” “I am an incredibly nosy male,” I tell her. I normally don’t feel guilty about this facet of my personality.

“I could find a small metal animal if it’ll make you feel better,” I offer, reaching my hand out to comfort her before quickly putting it in my pocket. She doesn’t want my touch, but it’s so hard for me not to offer it when she hurts.

“Fine, but can we at least get a bread basket or something ASAP? I will burn this building to the ground if I don’t eat soon.” “Of course.”

Before I can tell her what it is, she snatches a handful of the crackers and stuffs them into her mouth. Her shoulders ease back and she relaxes a bit into her chair.

“I was going to say those were re’sul crackers. I think they might be similar to the bread basket you asked for.” “It sure tastes like carbs, so thank you.”

“So you seem to know all about hierarchy gratification, then…is it common on Earth? You called it BDSM.” I nod toward the throng of people enjoying themselves much more than I am tonight.

“I mean kink is kink no matter the planet. So, are you into the whole master and submissive thing? Seems pretty popular if a typical restaurant is chill with such a public display as this. Must be pretty normal for the fi’len, then?”

“Fi’len culture is generally very accepting of whatever gives people pleasure. Some outliers have to follow stricter rules. Ke’ain, for example, is held to a different standard than I would be. But as long as you’re no...

“So, do you like this hierarchy play,?” She arches an eyebrow as she leans back further into her chair and smirks. Is she challenging me?

“Why, Red? Did you like BDSM on Earth?” I cross my arms and try to match her relaxed posturing.

“Red? That’s not my name, you big gray dork.” “And is Seth mi...

“You didn’t answer my question, though. D...

My throat goes dry. Just an hour ago, I thought Jessy was planning on leaving me. I thought I’d blundered the whole thing. Now she...

“I…I don’t think I like it. I had a partner who wanted me to be dominant with them. I didn’t like hurting them, even though I knew that’s what they wanted.” Since the truth about the mate bond...

“I don’t think I’d like playing a submissive, anyway. Maybe it would have seemed fun before I was a bubble babe, but now?” She shakes her head back and forth. She’s always ...

“You don’t want to be owned,” I say, recalling her previous remark. “...

I hate this side of her, this anxious person the Deenz have made. I would kill for her to ask me about my swim bladder again, to poke and prod at me with curiosity. To take her mind away from anything that has hurt her in the past. I refuse to let anyone hurt her now.

“So I don’t like being dominant, and you don’t like being submissive—” “Quite a fun pair we make,” she scoffs as she brings her glass to her lips for another sip.

“Maybe you could own me, Red.” My eyes bore into her, and my stomach is in knots. I have a sinking feeling that this mome...

Jessy spits the water out of her mouth, choking a bit before setting the glass down and trying to cle...

“Seth…what on earth are you talking about? Is this more fucking sarcasm?” She cocks her head to t...

“I’m deadly serious; you know what I feel. If that’s what it takes, I’ll give you all the power in this relat...

“I know you’re my mate.” I knew it the moment that I pulled her from the sinking mag bus. “I get that, but what about me and what I feel?”

“What do you feel then?” “I know…I know I feel safe with you,” she whispers.

My face lights up, but she quickly cuts me down. “I don’t know if that means I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t know if I’ll be ready for a relationship anytime soon. I can’t promise you...

“I want you to have what you want. That’s why I’m offering to give you all the power in this relation—in this situation. You’re free to leave whenever you want, even if that’s right now.” I put my four-fingered hand over her own. Heat radiat...

This is the first time I’ve touched her since the crash, and somehow I find myself not worried at all about what she might contaminate me with.

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“You could,” I tell her, clearing my throat. “Is that what you would want?” “I want what you want, whatever makes you comfortable.” I’ll take whatever she’ll give me.

“Remember, we’re talking hypotheticals here, so don’t get your hopes up. I’m just curious.” Curious. The word that isn’t supposed to inspire my hopes suddenly sets my imagination wild. What would I do to Jessy if I could do whatever I wanted? What wouldn’t I do?

But as if she just realizes what I meant, her cheeks flush bright red. “Oh, you mean, like eat me out?” “Is that what humans call it? I want to drink you in, to lick your soft pink skin. I want you to hold my head down and use me for your pleasure,” I say only loudly enough so she can hear me over the moans of the scenes playing out around us.

Jessy’s lips pull into a taut line. "But what if I can’t…can’t 'finish' that way? What if it takes too long?”

“I’m confused. Can you not find release on someone’s tongue? Or are you insinuating that past partners weren't willing to put in the effort required to get you there?” I have no desire to hear about anyone who has had w...

“I don’t know, no one has ever really wanted to keep going long enough for me to find out. I faked it a few times, but I couldn’t keep asking them to keep...

Not only has someone had what I wanted more than anything in the world, they didn’t even allow my mate to find her own pleasure. It feel...

“I would stay there for days if that’s what it took. There’s no place I’d rather be than betw...

“You say that now.” Jessy snorts, tugging at the red ponytail slung over her shoulder. “But you’d get tired of waiting too.” “Never, ...

That despite the comedy of errors our dinner could have become, I enjoyed myself. Was it uncomfortable, and was Jessy unimpressed with the food? Absolutely. Do I feel like I had made an iota of progress in convincing her I was a suitable mate? Maybe.

Jessy made me stop the cruiser on the way home to get some savory ckra’rot sausages and more re’sul crackers from a street vendor. She told me that after the scene I had made earlier that she deserved “real food.”

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My vision is blurred as my eyes refuse to focus. Jessy stands over me, her head haloed in soft light from the courtyard’s lamps outside our window, all red and fuzzy. She just stares at me, appraising me like some lab specimen.

One of my oversized sheer black undershirts drapes over her form. She’s taken to stealing some of them for nightclothes. I pretended at first to be annoyed at my missing clothing. In reality, I love how it mixes our scents.

“If you don’t listen to me, Seth, this stops now,” she moans into my mouth. Her sweet breath fans over my chin as I rocket my head down. Stop? This can’t fucking stop. This is what I dreamed about for weeks.

She still tastes like cinnamon, the same as when I saved her, and it fills my every sense. I burn for this strange little creature.

She sighs into my mouth as they do, and it triggers something primal in me. I nip at her full lower lip. She doesn’t stop me from moving this time.

She smiles at me, and our faces are only inches apart. Without words, she turns away and pushes her ass back into my pulsing girth. I bite back a f’teeing whimper.

The human women call it underwear, and I wish with every fiber of my being it didn’t exist.

It takes everything in me not to move, not to grind our bodies together. But I’m unsure if the rules of her game have changed. “You can hold me if you’d like,” she whispers, nuzzling her face into the pillow.

My hands shoot from my body like harpoons and pull her roughly even closer yet. “I’ll see you in the morning, big guy.” She yawns drowsily.

She acts as if I have no idea what she sounds like when she sleeps, the familiar soft rhythm of her breath. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood in that doorway and wished that could be where I am right now.