Clover
“Goodnight, sweetie,” Clover said as she reached to turn off the vid.
“Goodnight, my love,” Scrubs replied before ending the connection on his end. It had become their nightly ritual, or at least end of shift ritual, considering neither one of them were in a location with regular solar patterns.
Clover never thought that she would find a man that didn't set her teeth on edge. She had control issues, that was for certain, but everything Scrubs did showed her that he was willing to let her do her own thing with the benefit of added sex. Fantastic alien sex.
It was strange at first, holding the giant silicone dildo in her hand. It was so like him, but not. It wasn't warm, and it didn't have the firm, soft silky texture of his real cock. She couldn't feel the blood pulsing under her hands. She couldn't hear him moan in pleasure when she stroked it.
She could, however, watch him as he watched her play with herself, and that in itself was so much hotter than she could have possibly imagined. He was like a little kid, desperately wanting to play a video game, but she was in charge of the controller. After their first session, a bit awkward as they tried to get the hang of it, she brought out a few more toys of a smaller size, so she could play a bit more, instead of trying to lube up his replica and shove it inside her.
He loved to watch, and now, every time she got on the vid screen, he was already poking out of his black uniform shorts, and the moment she got off, she was thinking of a new way to surprise him.
Thoughts of running away were so far out of her brain that she couldn't imagine what she had been thinking to begin with. She couldn't wait to get home and get his warm cock actually inside her. And Clover did have to admit, it wasn't just the sex. It was listening to him tell her about his day. It was no wonder the Mahdfel doctors were so ridiculous. Their training was dry, clinical and needed some real live human women to tell them exactly how doctors should behave around pregnant Earth girls. They shared several conversations well into the night and she had been loathe to close the link on their last moment in range. She realized after being out of range for a week, and absence did make the heart grow fonder.
The second she’d come back into range, he’d been there waiting, with a list, an actual list of things he wanted to tell her and another list of things he wanted to ask. She, on the other hand, had been horny as fuck. The lists had been put on hold as soon as he’d seen how much his mate needed a little sexy time.
The moment she landed, he was there waiting for him. He kept his distance, waiting at the edge of the hatch ramp. She had half expected to be accosted with his tongue the moment she stepped into view.
"I have a surprise for you," he blurted out immediately.
"I have one for you," she replied.
"My surprise is more immediate."
"I think mine is more immediate than yours."
"Will it take more than an hour?" he asked.
"The first part may be very quick. The second part, I expect to last a long long time."
"Fine. I will accept your surprise first."
"Remember what I said about accepting gifts in public," she said.
"Yes, and I have researched it. That is also why I have not yet kissed you. Some women are not fond of public displays of affection."
Clover pulled his handsome hairless mug down and kissed him. He responded by wrapping his arms around her and pressing them even closer together. Scrubs’s hard on was even more impressive than his tongue dueling with hers in her mouth.
"Bedroom. Now."
He didn't even wait to put her down. He simply picked her up and hauled her inside. Clover swung her arm wide and hit the hatch on her way by. Scrubs didn't even make it to her bed. Instead, he shucked down his shorts and began to fiddle with her garments. He still didn't have the hang of getting her undressed. It was kind of cute.
"Wait, wait," Clover said as she patted his arm to put her down. The big lug actually looked disappointed. Clover pulled off her sweater and shimmied off her pants to reveal the little number she'd constructed using an actual needle and thread.
"That garment is missing some of its structural components.”
“Yes. It’s supposed to be. The question is, do you like it?”
The “it” in question was a lace and leather bra with little circles cut out to reveal her very tight and pointy nipples. Her panties were practically just a suggestion.
Scrubs seemed baffled by the question, though his cock was pointing solidly in the direction of yes.
“Am I to remove it? It is delicate. I do not wish to-”
“No, it is supposed to stay on at first. That’s the quick surprise. You’re supposed to go mad with lust and fuck me up against a wall or something.”
“Ah.” It was half an appeasement of his curiosity and half his worry. Either way, Scrubs found no other issues in scooping her up and pressing her against a wall and sliding his cock into her very wet center.
“I have missed you. My hand is no substitute for my real mate.”
“And you don’t have to worry about being replaced by silicone any time soon.”
That was all the talking she had the opportunity for as Scrubs began to thrust into her in sure, determined strokes. Clover wrapped her legs around him as tightly as she could manage and then enjoyed the ride. He must have been just as horny to start because the moment she crested into orgasm, Scrubs increased his thrusts with the desperation of a cock about to cum. He plunged into her one last time with a deep guttural roar and emptied himself inside her.
True to his word, Scrubs carted her to the shower and had washed her off, lingerie and all with no funny business. Then he stuck her under the sonic. He actually was in a hurry.
“A time sensitive surprise, you say?” Clover asked.
“Yes.”
“Is it a puppy?”
Scrubs looked at her startled as he handed Clover her discarded shirt. “Would you like a puppy?”
“I don’t know. It was just a guess. A kitten would be more practical.”
“I am unfamiliar with Terran domesticated animals. But if you would like one, I shall attempt to procure one for you.”
Clover had thought many times about getting a pet but had never wanted to spend the exorbitant amount of money that a space cat would cost. On Earth, they were a dime a dozen, until a few enterprising humans and started parading them around the galaxy and charging for the luxury of a four-legged friend. The shelters had been bought out and outsourced into new revenue, though some had been worried that the pets would end up as a four-legged delicacy instead.
“I don’t know. We’ve got time to decide, I suppose.”
Scrubs grabbed her hand and took her to the cockpit.
“May I?”
He wanted to take her somewhere? Now this was getting intriguing. “You may.”
Clover watched as he piloted her ship with as much ease as she did. Most of the Mahdfel could pilot, engineer and soldier on with little effort. He plugged in some coordinates which were directly on the planet below. He rattled off his landing credentials to the tower and for the first time since she was a girl, Clover was headed home.
She should be panicking. Where was the pressure and the lack of being able to breathe? It was nowhere to be found. There was only Scrubs, this creature that had come into her life and proved that he could be her other half.
“You will need your coat.”
They landed in a field of snow. In the background, she could see a large house, well lit and cheery. The snow was blowing outside the window, but it was a piece of cake compared to a mining asteroid on the edge of Suhlik space.
“Where are we going?” Clover asked as she shrugged her coat over her shoulders.
“It is a gathering of your DNA-related and familial maternal connections. While you were gone, I ran your sample and made a few inquiries. It was demanded of me that I escort you down to the planet for a meeting.”
“You found my family?” Tears began to well up in her eyes.
“You made mention of a similar wish when we spoke.”
Clover had told him about perhaps trying to find her family when she got back from her trip. It never occurred to her that he had actually been listening and planning to surprise her. She tried to blink back the tears, knowing it would distress him to see her cry, even though they were tears of happiness.
“I have also procured your bride price from the Mahdfel. It is yours to divide as you like or donate to another cause. But I thought it best that they do not know of funds. That way, they will not try to curry favor with you only for the currency.”
Clover wrapped her arms around Scrubs. “Good thinking.”
“I am an excellent thinker.”
She smiled and took a step back from her warrior.
“I love you.”
Scrubs face brightened and Clover vowed to repeat that phrase much more often.
“My love. My life.”
“Shall we?” She handed him his coat.
Clover grabbed Scrubs’s hand and they walked down the hatch ramp and into the lightly falling snow.
“Scrubs, I think I’m knocked up.”
“Who has hit you?”
“It is an expression. It means pregnant.”
“Oh. That I know.”
“How?”
“Because I am a Scrubs.”
“That’s not how you use that word.”
“It is now.”
The End
Catch more of Clover and Scrubs in Kave’s story, coming soon!