Chapter 8
Miranda
Having some time away from Evlon overnight was helping with not feeling so confused. I found myself thinking less and less about Evlon and his conceited flirtations. Except when I laid in bed last night alone, that was when it had hit me hard and I had to take care of myself with my hand.
These were the thoughts that went through my mind over and over again in order to persuade myself that I needed to let go of any fantasies I was having about the alien soldier.
In the early morning hours my drunken team was escorted back into our dwellings. They passed out in the living room, on the sofas and on the floor. I did not want to know what they had gotten into. I was sure they had participated in the orgies and debauchery and I’d rather not hear the details.
I stood on the balcony of my dwelling looking out over the city. The sky was a dark gray, and there were dust clouds forming over the horizon coming closer and closer. I knew that Anvin had sandstorms and I wondered if that was what it was. I looked down over the city, and it did not seem to be in alarm over an approaching storm. Then I heard the door open inside the dwelling. I assumed that it was Evlon.
“Miranda?” the soldier guarding the door said. I walked back inside.
“Yes?”
“Miranda, you are being summoned to the war game complex. I am to escort you there now by orders of Evlon,” he said.
“Her? Why her? We should call Leader Rangellis,” Captain James said.
“No, it’s all right, James. I will go,” I said to the soldier.
“What? Why? Miranda, what is going on?” he said worried.
“James, it will be fine. I do not know what is going on, but at least this is something more productive than sitting here waiting. I will be back. You all should get some rest. I know how tired you must be after last night,” I said. He looked away, ashamed.
I followed the soldier out of the dwelling and into the hallway. I was quiet as he secured me into a speeder and drove to the outskirts of the city to the war game complex.
“I saw massive dust clouds on the horizon. Is that a sandstorm?” I asked him as he drove.
“Yes. It is scheduled to hit us in twenty-four hours, but they are unpredictable, and that can change to two hours in a matter of minutes,” he said.
“Are they dangerous?” I asked.
“They can take your skin off,” he said.
“Okay…” I said feeling shocked by that information.
“We are here. Come with me. I will show you to Evlon,” he said.
I followed him into the war game complex and down the halls of the familiar rooms I had seen before.
“You will find Evlon in here,” he said opening a door for me. I walked in, and the soldier left. I walked into the physical therapy room where I had treated Evlon before. I looked around.
“Evlon?”
“Down here,” he said.
I looked on the floor.
“Oh my God, are you all right?” I said getting on my knees beside him.
“I really fucked up my leg this time. I overdid it. I thought you could help me,” he said.
“Ugh. You should have been resting that leg, not playing your war games,” I said.
“Sometimes I cannot help myself. If I want to do something, I just do it,” he said, looking at my nipples poking through the tight material of my space suit. I sucked in a sharp breath of air.
“Whatever you want me to do, I will obey,” he said with a grin.
“Lay back on the floor. Go slowly,” I said as I put my hands on his right thigh.
“Does it hurt here?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“It might be that you have overstretched the groin, or might have torn a muscle. I will have to feel around a bit,” I moved my hands to his inner thigh and began to explore over the material of the uniform. “This is too thick. I can barely feel anything,” I pulled at the material.
“No problem, I can take it off,” he said. He unzipped it down his chest and pulled it down over his hips. Then he arched up with a moan and pulled it down to his knees. My eyes lit up. I looked at him and then looked directly at his cock.
“Okay. I guess that will have to do,” I said.
I put my hands on his inner thigh again. I slowly moved my fingers over his smooth red skin. He moaned.
“I am sorry. Does that hurt?” I asked him.
“Yes, it does,” he said.
I moved my fingers higher on his thigh. My brow was fixed as I concentrated. I bit my lower lip.
“It does feel swollen this time around. It is probably inflamed. I think we should go ahead and get you into an ice bath immediately, if you can move.”
“Yes, I can limp,” he said.
“Okay, well you stay here for now, and I am going to go get the bath ready. Do not move. Do you hear me?” I used a stern voice, and he seemed to like it.
“Yes, I hear you, human,” he grinned.
The lights flickered off and on overhead. I looked at him confused.
“Shit. It’s the sandstorm. I thought it wouldn’t hit until tomorrow, but it looks like it’s a lot closer. The grid starts to go out when it hits,” he said.
I wondered just how bad it was out there. I ran the water bath and then moved back to the naked alien lying on the floor.
“The water is running in the ice bath. Now let's get you into it,” I said.
“Help me get this off,” he said pulling at the uniform around his knees. I took a deep breath and pulled off his thick boots. Then I pulled off the rest of the uniform. Now he was completely naked. He pulled himself up off the floor and limped to the tub.
I was completely aroused. In my spacesuit I knew that my nipples were already hard and piercing through the material, something Evlon let me know when he stared at them. But now I could feel just how erect they were.
“I need your help,” he said.
“Oh, of course. Sorry,” I said as I allowed him to drape his arm around my shoulder. Having his sexy, nude, alien body next to mine was a delicious feeling. I could feel the heat from his alien body against my side. He was tall lean and perfect.
I helped him into the bath and watched his naked body submerged in the cold water. He groaned as he allowed himself to relax. I realized that I was staring at him. I moved away from him.
“Set the timer, Evlon,” I said.
Then a loud siren rang that startled me. I jumped and looked at him.
“It’s the storm siren. It’s coming.”
“It is?”
“Looks like you are stuck with me, Miranda,” he said.
“Yes, it seems that way,” I said. He looked at me in a flirty way, and I was starting to relax a little.
I was now playing with fire, and I did not know if I could stop. The flirtation was getting to me, and the vigor of the sandstorm outside was only making it feel more dreamy and impassioned. The lights flickered again.
“Do you think the lights are going to turn off completely?” I asked.
“Yes, they will. It always happens. You will find wicks in the drawers there with a fire device,” he said.
I looked through the drawers and found some candles and an advanced version of a lighter.
“I don't need you falling in the dark and hurting yourself more,” I said as I placed them around the room. Then I lit them.
“Now it is passionate in here,” he laughed.
He was right. It was romantic with candles lit and the sandstorm raging outside.
Ding! “That’s the timer,” he said.
“Time to get you out of the tub and onto the table,” I said.
“The injury feels better already. The cold helps, Miranda,” Evlon said as I walked over to him with a cloth.
“That is good to hear,” I said.
I helped him stand up. It was hard for me to be this close to his wet naked body. He was such a perfect alien soldier.
“Come on; let’s get you on the exam table,” I said.
He climbed out of the tub dripping wet. I wrapped the cloth around his waist. Then he limped over to the exam table and climbed on top of it. His nude alien body stretched out before me. I quickly grabbed the cloth and draped it over his mid-section. The lights went off and on. I looked at Evlon. We both knew what was coming but said nothing.