His skin was cool, and harder than Tierney had expected. His cheek looked soft, but the metallic flecks made it smoother, more like the steel it appeared to be. With his lips still on hers, she let him lay her down on the floor of her office. She searched for the inner voice warning her to stop, to take it slow, that this was just because of hormones and the end of the world, but she heard nothing. Everything about the moment felt right. No matter what happened tomorrow, tonight was theirs. Tausson was alive. He loved her. And she loved him.

She ran her hands over his uniform, searching for a way to undo it, but couldn't find any zipper or buttons.

"How do you get this thing off?" she asked between kisses.

Tausson gripped his sleeve for several seconds, and the skin-tight material relaxed, sagging away from his body. She helped him slide it down his arms, and gasped at what she saw.

"Malha?" he asked, going still.

Tierney thought she'd misheard at first, but then she realized there was no translator echoing his words. With his uniform off, there was no way for her to understand him.

"Your arms," she said, looking back at what had startled her in the first place. They were covered in what looked like scales, but as she ran her hands lightly down them, she discovered they were as smooth as the rest of his skin. Spanning from his shoulders to his wrists, the same shimmering metal that covered the rest of his body in sparkles instead formed a design of thin, interwoven silver ribbons.

She saw the uncertainty and fear in his eyes as she looked at his arms, and said, "It's beautiful."

The confusion didn't go away, and she realized he couldn't understand her either.

What we're doing doesn't need words, she thought. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she deliberately brought one of his arms to her lips and kissed his wrist.

His fear vanished, and he dove towards her, kissing her again. She slipped off her skirt and unbuttoned her shirt as he peeled off his uniform. Tausson gazed down at her naked body, then suddenly moved away, kneeling beside her. His long, straight cock pointed at her, covered in the same metallic ripples that were on his arms. It was so shiny it reflected the light, resembling a metal dildo more than an actual man's penis. A rush of heat flooded Tierney's core in anticipation of being filled by that massive silver sword.

"What's the matter?" she asked, breathless.

He'd slipped his arm back through the sleeve of his uniform. When he spoke, the electronic voice of the translator spoke for him, and she missed his unaccompanied voice.

"I want to do this right," he said. "I don't want it to be like pairing." With a vulnerability that made her heart ache, he asked, "Will you show me how?"

Though the throbbing between her legs ached for the release only he could give, she sat up and took his face in her hands. "Pairing is loveless," she said. Her hard nipples brushed against his steely skin as she leaned in and kissed him again. She moved to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. His hands slid up her body, then back down, resting just above the curve of her rear. She brought her lips to his ear, gently tugging on it with her teeth before whispering, "Make love to me. Show me how you make love."

Tausson's hunger burned in his silver eyes as he tossed his uniform aside once again. He took her arms and slowly pulled her to her knees in front of him, bringing her so close that his stiff metal rod jabbed her in the stomach, making her legs quiver with need. Gently he spun her around to face away from him, and running his hands up her back, he tenderly pushed her shoulders until she was on all fours. His hands, so cool against her hot skin, sent a thrilling shiver through her as they traveled back down, cupping and squeezing her butt. She moaned and bit her lip to keep from calling out, from telling him to take her. He needed to do this his way. He needed to show her what he knew.

His cock, cool as the metal it was, kissed the lips between her thighs, but didn't enter. She shuddered, arching her back, wanting to throw herself backwards and take him herself, but still she waited, leaning down on her elbows and touching her forehead to the floor to lock herself in place.

His hands wrapped around her hips, and his cock at last glided into her. The metallic lines that had been so smooth on his arms, were raised on his cock, and she gasped as the rippling bumps massaged her opening. His cold, hard skin dove into her, deep into her, and she moaned with contentment as his hips curled against her from behind.

He let out a long breath, holding his icy sword frozen inside of her for a long, agonizing moment. Once again Tierney wanted to speak, to tell him what she needed, but she focused on the feel of him pushing against her from the inside, so stiff and unyielding it was almost hard to believe it was him and not some sort of toy. She focused on his hands, pinching her waist, and on his balls pressing against her clit, and prayed for more.

When he finally did slide back, he pulled out nearly all the way, and she cried out, afraid he was leaving her entirely. But instead he entered her again, and held still again.

"Tausson," she moaned, shuddering in painful pleasure.

As if waiting for just such a signal, he suddenly jerked his hips back and thrust into her at a frenzied pace. This is what Tierney had been aching for. His cock, still cold despite being wrapped in her boiling heat, slammed against her wall of pleasure over and over, detonating shockwaves of bliss with every hammering thrust, until she exploded in a blinding wave of ecstasy.

Her muscles clenched around his rod, squeezing him, swallowing him even deeper into herself as her body roared in rapturous orgasm. Tausson cried out, pinching her waist too tightly, but the pain only heightened her pleasure. Sounding half-elated, half-confused he shuddered within her, and she felt him pour into her.

From the moment he entered her until it was over couldn't have lasted more than a minute, but it was the best sex she'd ever had.

Clementine was right, she thought, her body trembling as aftershocks of bliss coursed through her. Being partly metal does make the sex even better.

"Malha halath?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

She had an idea of what he was talking about, but knew he wouldn't understand even if she told him. He must have realized that too, because he tugged his softened cock out of her. Even that movement sent residual tremors through her, and with shaking legs and arms she lay on her back, watching as he slipped his arm back in his suit.

"What happened?" he asked, sitting back against the wall, looking stunned.

She smiled, enjoying seeing him so disoriented. "You mean with you? Or with me?"

He gave a soft cough of embarrassment. "With you. Delivery is normal for the male, but that's never... no other woman has ever..."

"None of your other mates ever had an orgasm before?"

He shook his head.

"Yikes. That's about as unfair as it can get."

"It feels... enjoyable?"

Tierney laughed. "Was it enjoyable for you?"

His cock gave a small twitch as if in response. "It was unlike anything I've ever experienced. I've paired thousands --"

"Ahem," she said, giving a little cough. "No need to go into that, thank you very much."

He stared down at her, his shock slowly melting into a warm smile. Dragging his uniform along with him, he lay down on his side next to her. "Pairing has never felt like that. What you did, your entry point closing in around me, drawing the seed out of my organ, was... indescribable."

"Entry point? Organ?" she repeated with a grimace. "That's what you call them?"

His smile widened. "What do humans call them?" He ran his fingers over her hair, following some wayward strands over her shoulder and circling her nipple. It rose and hardened under his touch, and Tierney felt his cock twitch against her leg.

"The technical terms are vagina for the women, and penis for the men," she said, "but those aren't particularly sexy names." She could feel her cheeks redden from having to explain such a thing to a grown man. "I've actually always found it hot when a guy calls it a pussy." She never would have said such a thing to any of her previous boyfriends, but she knew she could be honest with Tausson without any risk of being judged.

His palm brushed against her other nipple, and it reached out for him as the other had. Despite having been filled just minutes before, her core pulsed with desire, calling out for more. Tausson's rod tapped against her leg again, as if hearing the call.

"And the man?" he asked, his rumbling voice sending a hot shiver up her spine.

Looking up into his silver eyes, Tierney couldn't believe she was already getting aroused again. The cool, rippled touch of him growing against her thigh told her he was interested in a second round too.

"Cock," she said.

With a flash of wicked mischief in his eye, he leaned over and nuzzled against her neck. As she had done to him before, he kissed her shoulder, her throat, tracing a path up to her ear and then nipping her earlobe.

"Tierney," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, "I want to put my cock in your pussy again."

A wave of desire crashed through her at his words, and she rolled over to face him. He was surprised at her sudden movement, but when she pushed him onto his back the same heat burned in his eyes.

"I want your cock in my pussy again," she said, swinging one leg over him and straddling his rock hard stomach. Running her hands up his rippling chest and along his arms, she brought her face to his. "But this time, we're doing it my way."