It’s freeing to be out in nature, away from the hustle and bustle of cities. I don’t like centuricars. Not really. They’re small and confining, although I do love how fast they can go. I once tried to see how fast one could go. I hit one-hundred-and-fifty-two miles per hour before I crashed. I walked away. The centuricar didn’t. Not that the vehicle can walk away, but it wasn’t drivable anymore. The guy I had been sleeping with at the time hadn’t appreciated that, my totaling his vehicle, and he came at me. I broke his arm. It was either that or let him kill me, and that wasn’t going to happen.
I’m not a violent person, but if you think I’m a pushover, you’re fucking wrong. I’m as free-spirited as they come, but you do not push my buttons, or I will end you.
For three days now, I’ve been climbing this mountain. Another hour or two, and I’ll reach the top. After that… I don’t’ know. I have enough food to last me for about three more days. There’s plenty of wildlife here for me to hunt down more meat, and there are some berries too. Even a stream so I have a source of water. Maybe I’ll stick around here for a time.
But then what? I don’t know. I’ve been living my life day to day for so long now that I don’t know how else to live it. Maybe being so free-spirited isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be.
The sight from the pinnacle, though, makes the trek up here so worthwhile, and I spend hours just watching the sun, the scenery, taking in deep breaths, trying to make peace with myself.
There’s no peace to be had, though. Not when the military will purposely endanger people just to see if their new recruits are emotionless zombies. What the hell. I still can’t get over that, and I never will. It pisses me off too. Why? Why keep secrets, and why experiment on lupus bears? Why risk people’s lives?
“It’s not worth it,” I grumble.
A rock tumbles down the mountain beneath me, and I shift to the side, around a bush so that I can see what animal is prowling about.
It’s not an animal. It’s a man.
Not a man from Earth.
An alien.
He's too young to be Novan even if he is very dark blue-skinned. His muscles gleam with sweat as he climbs. This mountain is very steep, and parts of it are straight, entirely vertical, as if you're climbing a wall. He's very determined in his task, not glancing around at all, and his grip is sure, true. He doesn't fumble around to find the next fingerhold, and I find myself enjoying the show very much. His muscles flex, and I lick my lips, wondering how those muscles would feel beneath my fingers.
Hey, a girl has needs, ya know? I have no shame at all. My sexual appetite is healthy, and I haven’t found many who can keep up with me. Not for lack of trying. To me, sex is a way to bond with another person, but it doesn’t have to be a lasting bond. It’s a way to be close to someone else, but it doesn’t tie you to that person. It feels good, so why not enjoy it?
I debate calling out to him when he finally looks up and notices me. I throw him a wink and a wave.
“How you doing down there?” I ask.
“Not too bad,” he says. His voice is deeper than I expected. It suits him, I decide.
“You’re taking your sweet time,” I tease even though he’s climbing faster than I did. Is he tried to hurry to the top? Is he trying to get to me?
I scan his body again. As far as I can tell, he doesn’t have any weapons on him, but he’s strong. If he gets the jump on me, I’d be a goner. Good thing I have the high ground, but I’m not worried because he chuckles.
“Time is all I have,” he says. “I like to enjoy my climb.”
“Do you now? Climb often?” I ask.
“I climb to climb onto gorgeous women.”
“That so?” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “When did you drop by on Earth? I didn’t think there were too many of you here.”
“Not that long ago.”
“And how many women have you fucked in that time?”
“Oh, I never said I fucked a woman on Earthen soil.” He pauses and stares up at me. “Not literally outdoors. Not yet at least.”
I shift and rub my legs together. He’s one smooth talker. Diego had been too to some extent, but there’s something about this Kurian that lights me on fire, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
"I'm not sure how sexy it is to fuck outside on the soil," I say dryly. "I might prefer it if I do the climbing."
“You like to be on top then? Maybe I should stop climbing and let you come down to me so you can climb on.”
“Maybe you should stop taking your sweet time and get your ass up here,” I counter.
He laughs, and he reaches the top with me roughly five minutes later. He's taller than I am, maybe six-five, six-six. I'm five-eight, so we're nowhere near close in height.
I stand and touch his chest. His skin is a lot warmer than I expected, and the salt, his scent…
I push him away. “You aren’t on your back,” I say. “You wanted to fuck a woman on Earthen soil, don’t you?”
“I thought the woman wanted to climb on me, so technically I’ll be fucked on Earthen soil.”
“Does that work for you?” I coo.
“You tell me.” He grabs my hand and puts it on his crotch.
He's hard, rock hard, and I rub him through his pants. A low growl escapes through his lips, and I
