Inlan lay on the bed, fighting the urge to cross the room and kiss Clementine's neck. He knew what it was like when inspiration struck, and he didn't want to distract her. Instead, he picked up his mechasuit and put it on. Although she was still tantalizingly naked, and despite the fantasy he'd entertained of spending the entire day exploring her, he could see that their time together was over. For now. For today.

Covering his yawn, he strolled around the room. It was only itnazit back on the Irral -- Lutari had been shocked at how quickly he devoured his dinner so he could get back to his lodge and convey -- but his time with Clementine had drained him. And while he was almost fully recovered, he did still tend to get weak after extended physical activities. Perhaps it was better that he wouldn't be staying much longer.

He glanced toward the window. The curtains were drawn, but the sunlight was bright and unchanged. Why hadn't it started yet? The commander had agreed with his idea and said that they'd start today. But there was still no sign of it.

Clementine had taken out her cello and was alternating between playing fragments of ideas and writing them down. She was so incredible, so... sexy. He'd heard that word on one of the Earthan waves, and it described her perfectly. With her soft hair cascading down her smooth back, her supple breasts quivering with each glide of her bow, it took all of Inlan's will power to keep his hands to himself. His organ shuddered with the memory of being buried inside of her.

So much for being tired.

Turning away from her, he studied the objects she surrounded herself with. He picked up the books that had fallen to the floor and flipped them open. They were music scores: Schumann's Cello Concerto in A minor, and Elgar's Cello Concerto in E minor. He was able to read the notation with relative ease -- he'd spent his down time over the past week refreshing his memory on what Sanford had taught him -- but he couldn't hear the notes in his mind like he could with Relican scores. Everything was still too different.

He returned them to the table and continued circling the room. There was the fragrance that was so inextricable from Clementine. The bottle was only half-full. How long did these last? Perhaps he could replicate it somehow for her when she ran low. Even her hairbrush smelled like it.

A framed picture caught his eye. He recognized it as the same family portrait Tierney had kept in her lodge on the Irral. He'd seen this picture countless times, meeting Tierney for lunch. Had it truly never occurred to him how beautiful Clementine was? He could think of nothing else now, staring down at her.

"Please tell me you're not in love with my sister."

Inlan's head jerked up to look at Clementine, who was watching him from her seat. She had a smirk on her lips, but there was real fear in her eyes.

"What?" he said, uncertain he understood her correctly.

She turned away from him and went back to playing, but she spoke over the music. "She's all luminous and voluptuous. I'm as voluptuous as a twelve-year-old boy. Plus she's brilliant and never swears and is perfect in every way. Everyone loves her."

Inlan put the picture down and walked over to her. She was still naked, and seeing all that skin, her legs spread wide apart, revealing the sunfall-colored fuzz between her thighs, set his head spinning.

He knelt beside her, resting one hand on her knee and the other on her arm to still her movement. "I wasn't looking at Tierney," he said. "I was looking at you, and thinking about how sexy you are."

She cast a skeptical eye down on him. "Really? Because she's pretty hot. I find it hard to believe you never even thought about it when you two were together."

Inlan laughed. "I never did, I promise. She was like Lutari -- a good friend, and nothing more."

"Who's Lutari?"

His smile faltered. He didn't want to get into that with her. How would she take it?

She guessed anyway. "Is she your mate?"

"Technically," he said, "but our cycle is over in less than two months. And she's already gestating, so we're done pairing. I haven't paired with her in over a month."

"When your cycle's over, you'll be assigned to someone else, right?"

She said it casually, as if the thought of him pairing with someone else didn't bother her. Was she hiding her true emotions? How could she not be bothered by that?

With a gentle laugh, she touched his face. "It's fine. Tierney told me what Relican pairing is like, and it sounds awful. Plus, it's part of your job, isn't it? So it really doesn't bother me. It's not like you have feelings for these women, right?"

Dumbfounded, he searched for an honest answer. "We may become friends, like Lutari, but it's nothing like how I feel for you. I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"Speaking of which," her lips curled mischievously as she set her cello down, "you performed rather brilliantly back there." She nodded at the bed. "I thought I'd have to teach you missionary, but you dove right in, literally. How'd you know about that if all you guys do is doggie style?"

Some of her words were lost on him, but he understood the gist. His organ stirred at her praise, and he grew eager for another chance to show her what he knew. "There are stories in Relican folklore that describe the dangers of lustful behaviors in surprising detail, but primarily I encountered various documentation of Earthan pairing while conducting research for the Culture Report."

"You watched porn?" she asked with a laugh. "For your job?"

"Not exclusively," he said, unsure how he felt with her knowing that about him.

"That's amazing." She turned to face him, bringing her erect nipples even with his lips. His organ jumped forward, demanding that he taste her skin again, but he held fast, still uncertain if she was interested in returning to their activities.

Eyeing his mechasuit, she asked, "Does that mean you have to leave?"

That was all the invitation he needed. He dove forward, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as could fit. Clementine gasped, pressing a hand against the back of his head. The scent of her wet entry made him stiffen even more, and he released his mechasuit, hungry for her touch.

"Was there anything you saw in that documentation," she said, "that you have an interest in trying?"

He held her in his mouth as he finished slipping off his uniform and considered her question. There were many positions that intrigued him, and he hoped they would try them all, but there was one that rose above the others -- causing his organ to rise higher, too.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer, until her soft, naked body warmed his. "I saw one," he said, licking her nipple, "where the woman places her mouth on the man's organ. Are you familiar with that?"

"First off," she said, her voice breathy, "please never call your dick an organ again. That is just about the unsexiest term ever." Slowly she stood up, then moved into the center of the room to lay on her side on the thick carpet. "It's a cock, a dick, a hammer, a drill -- anything else is better than organ."

He moved to join her, but she put a hand up and said, "Second off, yes. It's called a blow job. But I know something even better." She motioned to the floor. "You lie down too, on your side, but with your feet going this way."

He did as she asked, lining up his face with her feet.

"Here. We have to be..." She scooted her body until he was facing her entry.

"What do you call your entry?" he asked, breathing her in. Her natural fragrance mingled with the citrus perfume, and he was certain he had never smelled anything as delicious.

"Pussy, mound, slit." She moved closer to him, and he forgot his question, as the purpose of this position became clear. "Not entry."

As she spoke, her breath warmed his cock. She was so close. He closed his eyes, waiting for the first touch of her tongue.

"Your dick is so pretty," she said, running a finger up and down his shaft. She lifted one of her legs at the same time, pressing the bottom of her foot flat against the floor.

Her mound was right in front of him, open, waiting. But before he could do more than place a hand on her hip, her mouth was on him.

A spasm of pleasure rocked his body as hot, wet Clementine enveloped him again. But this was different than before. Her hand was on him too, squeezing and rubbing as her mouth slid back and forth. He tried to rock his hips, but her other hand held him still.

She lifted her leg over his shoulder, reminding him that he wasn't the only one meant to receive pleasure. Giving in to the urge that had consumed him since she lay down, he wrapped his arm around her rear and pulled her closer.

There had been one Earthan wave that showed a man performing this act on a woman, so Inlan wasn't completely ignorant. He brought his lips to her slit and pushed his tongue as deep as it could go. She moaned encouragingly, the sound vibrating his own cock and sending shivers of bliss down his body. She tasted like nothing he had ever known before, but it was intoxicating and perfect, like Clementine herself. He licked and probed, massaging her rear as he worked, and she did the same, her tongue dancing up and down his dick.

As he had seen the man do on the wave, he slid his hand up between her legs, and added his finger to the explorations. She was so wet and open, that he soon added two more fingers. Clementine's leg clenched around him, locking him in place, her breath hot and quick on his cock. The hand that had been on his hip slid down and began rubbing just above her slit. Inlan added another finger, sliding then back and forth inside her, moving deeper and deeper. He shifted his tongue upward to join her fingers, and she sucked hard on his dick in response, sending a blinding shudder of ecstasy through his body.

His cock swelled, a trickle of seed leaking out. He would fill her soon. Should they remain in this position? Despite the euphoric sensation of drowning in her wetness, he found himself wishing it was his dick, and not his fingers, that were deep inside of her.

As soon as he had the thought, Clementine rolled over and jumped up.

"I can't take it anymore," she said, opening her cello case. He was about to ask if he did something wrong, when she said, "I need that metal cock in me now."

He grinned, glad she was as affected as he was. She ripped open another of those condoms and straddled him, sliding it and herself onto him almost simultaneously.

They both gasped with delight, and wasted no time. Their bodies slapped together, creating their own perfect rhythm.

"Inlan," she whispered with each thrust. Those lips had been on him, and now they were calling his name. His cock pounded up into her, going deeper than his hand could ever go.

Within moments, she was gripping him, drenching him again. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him. He cried out her name as he poured into her in a convulsion of hot, rapturous ecstasy.

"Inlan!" she moaned in reply, her body spasming. She fell on him, and he hugged her as they slowly caught their breath.

With the blood rushing in his ears, he almost didn't hear it. But soon, the tiny drips tapping at the window made their presence known, and he grinned.

"I have a surprise for you," he whispered, stroking her hair.

"I think she's done for the day," she said, wiggling her hips, "if you're talking about that kind of surprise."

His cock was still softening inside of her, but her movement sent a tremor of desire running through him nonetheless.

"No," he said, gently pushing her off of him. He yanked the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her. "Go to the window," he said, putting on his mechasuit.

"Oh, Inlan," she said, smirking as she spoke with exaggerated sweetness, "did you pay someone to skywrite 'Inlan plus Clementine 4eva'?"

"I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean," he said, watching her intently as she drew back the curtain, "but --"

She gasped. Careful to stay out of view of the window -- there would likely be many eyes looking around, and he didn't want anyone to see him there -- Inlan moved closer.

Clementine turned wide, tearful eyes on him, then hastily opened the window, extending her hand outside. When she brought it back in, her hand was wet.

Laughing, she looked over at him, then back at the window. She stuck her whole head out, laughing even harder. His heart leapt to see her so giddy. When she brought her head back in, her face and hair were damp.

"It's raining!" she cried.

"I'm aware," he said with a grin.

"Did you do this?" she asked, stretching her hand back out.

"Well, we did program the cart to replicate Earth weather patterns. I simply recommended we mix it up, as the residents might be like bulls in a china shop."

Clementine laughed again and ran over to kiss him.

"Is that right?" he asked, referring to his Earthan phrase.

She kissed him again, then turned around, leaning back against him.

"Yes," she said. "It's perfect."

He wrapped his arms around her, and they spent the rest of the day together, listening to the rain.