IMPORTANT – This story is a sequel to the events of Alien Problems. I'd strongly recommend reading that, or at least a little of my Problems series of fanfiction stories to understand the background and character relations.
Still with me? Awesome! Let's us begin! Are you a fan of Celeste or Audrey? This might be the one for you! We're going to join our beautiful blue bounty hunter on what might be her most important mission yet.
Supernova
There was no denying that life held a very different tone nowadays. A little over a month had passed since that fateful night. While most people put on a brave face, peered with unease out of the corner of their eye late at night, and tried to be a lot more careful – there were those who knew the truth. Glenberry felt more hostile – far more on edge than before. The reason for it was one that most people wouldn't have the strength to believe.
"This marks the fourth week since local student Audrey Belrose was reported missing by her friends on the U.O.G campus. Audrey is known around town for being a fun loving and strong-willed woman with an interest in fashion. Anybody with information in regards to her whereabouts is encouraged to contact the G.P.D with further information. This has been Christie Carmine reporting for Glenberry News. Stay safe out there, everyone."
This wasn't good. Exhausted and fighting with all the strength he had to suppress the dull ache of fear in the pit of his soul, a young man, eyes of green and powerful peroxide hair, laid back against the comfort of a leather couch, listening to the pattering of feet across the lounge hardwood.
"Aliens," he sighed, fixated upon the finer detail of the ceiling paintwork in a desperate attempt to numb his thoughts. "These disappearances can't be related else. How many people is that in the past month? I'm losing track there's been so many. Damn… I've been living here a little over eighteen months now… singing in the clubs – and I've never seen people this uneasy."
"I believe that is the twenty-seventh across the area. However, it seems that you are particularly upset about this instance, Mike."
The color of blue sauntered into sight, curvaceous and beautiful, long uncut white hair pooling down a pair of delicate, feminine shoulders. There she stood, tall and radiant, a visitor from another planet with a fierce warrior pride – her inner determination only calmed by her gentle, almost childlike curiosity toward the human world.
"You're calling it wrong Celeste."
Mike Andrew Winters shook his head in stern defence – determined to keep the truth of his innermost feelings hidden from his otherworldly roommate. Popping the top buttons of his smooth blue shirt, he gazed around her shapely figure and toward the television screen.
"I'm serious," he continued, watching the rest of the local news play out in a far less serious tone. "You've been here for weeks now…. You should know how I feel about this whole thing. These men and women vanishing is terrible… There's no one disappearance any worse than the others."
"That is not what I am referring to, human."
Celeste Luvendass – she'd certainly made herself at home in the passing weeks. A gorgeous alien she may have been, but she also had this painful naivety when it came to the inner workings of Earth life. On the one front, she could pilot a spaceship that would make even the smartest people on this planet scratch their heads. Yet at the same time, she struggled to operate a manual shower.
Obscuring his viewership of the box even more, the gorgeous alien girl puffed out her chest, staring inquisitively with her bright orange eyes, into the core of his soul. "I am not in disagreement with you in regards to the nature of these incidents."
She closed their gap, sitting at his side with one leg folded oh so coolly over the other. Flicking back a strand of snowy hair, she leaned in, her fingers wrapping around the musician's shoulders.
Damn, just the sight of her – the way she held this aloof smile whenever she pondered something, and the way her wondrous body squeezed ever so tightly into those stellar shorts with an open jacket. It was intoxicating just being near her like this.
Giving a quiet breath to calm his racing thoughts, Mikey tried his best to hold fast against the intensity of her eyes. "Then what are you getting at exactly? That look you've got there…. I've seen it enough before to know you're trying to get at something."
"What I am implying is that," Celeste paused, reaching into the dainty left-side pocket of her shorts, "I believe you have some kind of connection to the girl we saw upon the television screen. Audrey, was it?"
Dammit, she was too good – painfully close to the mark. There was no way Mike was going to let her have her way in this little exchange. Shaking his head, he tried to silence her. "No…. I'm just concerned about this whole situation. Ever since your ship sank to the bottom of the bay this shit's been getting worse."
Unfolding her long, sensual legs, Celeste stretched outward, placing the edge of her heel against the glass coffee table. Toes pointed outward, she got a solid grip of a long metallic bracelet of sorts. Flipping it up into the air with incredible reflex, she reached up and caught it between open palms.
Mike whistled, impressed to say the least. "Still messes with me how fast you can be."
Her response times were incredible. Was it second nature for the people of Tendricide to have such focus? More so, wasn't that device on the coffee table her portable wrist computer? Why'd she leave it there?
He watched as she opened the metal claps with a delicate flick of the fingers, slotting it around her lower arm and wrist with a high pitched mechanical beep. A holographic screen buzzed to life with a mishmash of foreign symbols – a computerized voice chattering away.
With a press of one of the holograms, rounded and strangely squid-like in its shape, Celeste smirked victoriously, greeting Mike with an optimistic glow of sorts.
"Vay ten rett say yo long tay."
Something about the musical flow of her alien tongue set his heartbeat ablaze. The way in which her every syllable was so smooth and well defined, almost like a song echoing across a wide springtime lake. Sure it was impossible to understand, but Mike couldn't help but feel happy all the same.
"You're speaking in Tendricide again."
Celeste corrected herself with a hand upon the mouth – silently voicing her own surprise. Slinking a hand upward to the side of her head, she tapped against her temple with an outstretched fingertip.
"Forgive me," she bowed with a gentle, whimsical chuckle. "I have been having problems with my neural translator ever since my ship was destroyed. The signal originated from the on-board computer, you see."
'Her neural what? Wait. Did that mean she-'
Curious to say the least, Mike shot a questioning look her way. "Does that mean you've not been speaking English this whole time? I could've sworn you've been doing the 'earth speak' thing since you got here."
"I regret to inform you that the answer is no," Miss Luvendass clarified with a solemn nod of the head. Her cheeks held this slight pink hue. Was she embarrassed?
"I have an experimental translation device fitted inside my head."
Her explanation came in tow with many a fluid hand gesture and artsy reference – fading between verbal discussion to a most unusual type of improvised signing. Mikey had to give credit where credit was due. She always made her explanations of the intergalactic interesting to follow.
"Since very few people visit this corner of the galaxy, commonplace translation units such as earpieces are highly likely to fail. Therefore, before I came to Earth I had this device implanted. It translates five different Earthling languages into Tendicidian in real time."
"Wait, so-"
This sure was a little more confusing than the average conversation. It took a moment to piece the whole thing together. Hand rested upon his chin in thought, Winters continued. "I'm not… talking to you in English? You're hearing me in your home planet's language?"
Celeste nodded.
"Likewise," she slinked her fingers together into a tight knot, "I am speaking to you in Tendricidian and the micro unit within my head is feeding a wireless signal to your cerebral cortex in Terran. The reason you are sometimes hearing me in my native tongue is because the signal is failing."
"In that case…."
An idea sparked to life. Content to try something and see if it worked, Mikey reached out to Celeste and took one of her dainty blue hands into his own. "Switch off the translator. Let's try following each other's voices and see what happens. Besides… there's something I want to tell you."
Her eyes shone with brightened luminesce – she looked so sweet and innocent like that. "A splendid idea, Terran! Let us try to converse unaided! I shall look forward to whatever it is you wish to say."
Wilting like a flower, Celeste smirked nervously. "There is also something I must share with you too, but not like this. I would feel much more content to share this admission in my own words."
Giving a lithe double tap behind her ear, she continued onward, giving a slow, nervous smile. Cautious at first, the alien girl squeezed Mike's hand just that little bit tighter, tilting her head to the side like a playful puppy.
"Ket lo ret san kai? Var ren to ois shi? Saversa can hei?"
Okay – it was time to concentrate. No doubt, the translator was offline now. Where to begin? Mikey gave himself a second to think, clearing his thoughts of baggage.
"Alright…"
He released his hand from Celeste's grasp, bringing them both upward to rest upon her shoulders. Deep, thoughtful and compassionate, he exhaled his feelings. "This last month…. It's been rough for you. I can see that… the way you toss and turn on the couch when you're sleeping… I'm just grateful that you're in one piece after all this shit with Crull went down…"
There came a pause from the extra-terrestrial beauty. Her eyes widened, gentle as a morning breeze. She began with more hand signals, at least until she gave up and reverted to the simplicity of body language.
Celeste wriggled closer, turning Mike's hold into an embrace as her digits slid around his waist. "Rentei sett vor kii los ken to sii… seya kett teyat?"
Her expression, wide and transparent in its compassionate intent, hardened just the slightest bit as she looked to focus on something. It seemed as though she was thinking, pondering with all of her might to try to figure something out.
Head of angelic snow-angel hair rested upon his shoulder, she slinked ever closer, the moistness of lips brushing against his ear.
"Shen vey korr getsi an Terra…. Lotsi can tensat etta."
There was a way to her speech – the fluidity and tone bore such an intense strength. Mikey didn't need a direct understanding of any individual word to know that whatever his otherworldly companion was saying, she was saying it from the heart.
What else was there to do but lay his innermost on the line as well? Not backing away for a second, touched by the aura of Celeste's sincerity – he pressed forward. If they were going to be stuck together like this for the near future then there was no sense in holding back.
Slinking his hands downward to coil around Celeste's sides, the green-eyed rogue continued.
"I can't get over how all of this went down. I lay awake so much thinking about how I'd be dead if it weren't for you. Celeste… I owe you so much more than a place to stay…. I just wish there was something I could do… that we could do to set all of this right."
She held him tight and didn't let go, caressing his cheek with one of her regal horns. Edging away, just the slightest fraction, those orange eyes glimmered under the sunset's heart-warming glow.
"Serret vasay. Kor'ella los verran serret vasay."
With a small, alluring smile, Celeste slid one of her handsdown to rest atop Mike's. With twiddling fingers, she joined their digits together and slowly but surely, inch by inch, guided his palm further down her back – until it rested upon the beautifully rounded expanse of her behind. Once there – a slow, teasing chuckle of consent was all she gave.
In an instant, the tone had changed. Awash with feeling and with a thumping heart, Mike thought hard for a moment about this whole thing. Was this okay?
"Are you sure? I mean…. Yeah we've gotten pretty close since you moved in but-"
Wanting to be on the safe side, especially with the language barrier very much in place now, he moved to clarify. "You're gorgeous, Celeste…. Wouldn't surprise me if you've figured out how drawn to you I am but- You're sure?"
A slow, rhythmic nod up and down from the all too wonderful alien girl. She applied a little pressure upon his hand, bringing his fingers to squeeze just a fraction tighter around her ample derriere.
"Tay yaan ves sevarreta an seii…."
Mike felt his back go down against the couch as Celeste climbed atop – her cheeks alight with a faint pinkish hue. Pinning him with wicked intent, palms pressed against his chest, she winked.
Each second brought with it a harder thumping within the chest. Overtaken by the sight of truest beauty, the blond man felt the heat within his body rising, nervousness and excitement swirling together in perfect unison within his core.
'Being with an alien? This'll be something new.'
An explosion of colors, fiery reds, cool blues and heartfelt yellows, fused as one within the canvas of his heart, splashing outward in an electrifying orange. Never before had a pair of eyes mesmerized him so intensely as those belonging to Miss Luvendass.
Disarmed and all too happy about it – Winters surrendered, accepting the union of his lips with those of the alien woman as she sprawled, her chest pressing against him.
Echoes of kisses sang throughout the apartment like a chorus – lulling Mikey even further into his willing submission - stars sparkled in his mind.
Easing away, contented, Celeste lapped up the string of saliva joining them, stretching out her back with a raspy breath.
"Seyaa verr too shee…"
In an elegant snap of her fingers, a beam of energy wisped its way from Celeste's wrist communicator, wrapping its way around their bodies in a swath of elegant, flowing ribbons. They shone brightly, vanishing with another click.
The musician stared – eyes widened with passion as the light took their clothes with it. A teleportation ray of some kind, maybe. Bare and beneath a temptress from beyond this world, he felt a pulse of powerful desire rush through his veins. He wouldn't just roll over and let this blue vixen have her way – not without making things a little more exciting first.
The playboy was loose – unrestrained and overwhelmed by a sight of such awe-inspiring beauty. Reaching forth, taking in the tactile sensation of her smooth skin against his fingertips, Mikey caressed her chest, working in perfect sync with his free hand to give her behind a sharp squeeze.
"Ahh… Seyan selos tey..."
An exquisite gasp of breath escaped from Celeste's mouth as she came in again, smacking her lips against his own in powerful conquest. Downward one of her hands sank, across his chest and even further, until it rested upon the region of his masculine pride.
Dizzied by the sheer surprise – the movement so sudden, Winters sucked in air, head thrown back in a growl of approval as Miss Luvendass touched and teased. She wasn't letting him escape, either. As soon as he broke away to catch his breath she stole his lips away, not content until he moaned into her with reckless abandon.
Her hands continued in their movements, intricate and tender as she tempted, tantalized and massaged, the tips of her long, lithe fingers sliding upward to stroke the tip of his mighty weapon. Giggling, she continued, her every action in seemingly perfect timing. Had she been involved with another human before? Maybe come to Earth prior to this?
Hazy under the weight of it all, Mike brought his hand down, tracing ever so softly against her blooming orchid, "Not letting you outlast me, minx…."
Entering, his digits were greeted with a slickness, a warm throbbing overtaking his sense of touch. In response to his actions, Celeste squeezed tight, the petals of her flower wrapping around him - preventing escape.
'Ohhhh shit…. Talk about muscle control…. Looks like the only way's forward….'
Intent on coming out on top in this passionate game, the blond went in deeper, welcomed by a powerful, almost musical howl from Celeste as her face turned upward with bliss, eyes of orange shining so brightly that they damn near overtook the room.
"Sen yo sevarra an set lo kai…. L- Lo k-kai!"
There were no words to describe the sensation – the way she went about working her magic was so different to that of human girls. Maybe it was just that, the fact of her otherworldly origins. Whatever it was, it pushed him closer and closer to the brink with every passing second. An aching, a burning, low and fierce had overtaken everything. Yet he wouldn't back down. Even if it melted his brain, the singer wouldn't be the one to reach his peak first.
With that thought firmly in mind, he pulled Celeste close with his other arm, still very much wrapped around her waist. Mere inches away, they sighed and gasped into one another, the young man giving her a gaze of longing to convey his message.
"Together…."
Stealing Celeste's lips in a damp, messy kiss, he focused with overwhelming heat. "Let's get there together, yeah?"
Somehow, even in the blurred intensity of it all, he was sure she understood the meaning of his message too, giving a short nod, droplets of sweat sliding down her forehead and pattering with icy coolness against his chest.
"Loshi… Loshi..."
Heaving in the aftermath, Mike fought with all he could to escape from the confines of Celeste's glistening chest as she flopped against him, rasping with just as much exhaustion. Suffocated by a pair of perfectly formed womanly breasts was the last way he'd expected to go, but if Celeste didn't move it'd become a reality pretty fast.
Muffled under the weight of her feminine assets, he crawled upward, slouched halfway over the arm of the couch, desperate gaps ripping free. "Damn," he exhaled stiffly, "Foreplay ain't ever felt like that before."
However, there was no response, Celeste was too busy in post-climactic indulgence, licking his essence free of her hands in what appeared to be some seriously gluttonous enjoyment. It was crazy watching her, the sight of that long, powerful tongue lapping him up. It flicked nearly enough switches to get him fired up all over again.
Swallowing hard, gleeful in every moment as his special treat slid down her throat, Celeste tapped against her forehead with her offhand, smiling with contentedness.
"Human." She chuckled – somehow innocent and harmless in light of her previous actions. "I find the taste of your reproductive fluid to be somewhat… tantalizing in a way that words cannot convey."
Mike couldn't help but give a devilishly smooth smile at her words of praise. "Thanks. I gotta say… You're pretty different from human girls…. Sweet and sugary…. Almost too good."
Yet he had to know why – had to get to the bottom of her reason for coming onto him like that. It was something he couldn't get out of his mind.
"Seriously though," Winters began, pulling a tissue box from the coffee table and leaning in to wipe away what was left from the corner of Celeste's mouth. It didn't suit her, a creature so beautiful looking so risqué. "I'm not gonna to ask what you were saying… not if it's personal… but why'd jump me like that?"
"Jump?" Celeste seemed very confused by his words. "I do not recall there being any jumping in our intimate rendezvous. There were many instances of touching and the exchange of bodily fluids… but I never once jum-"
"Celeste," Mike rolled his eyes. She'd been baffled by his way of speech, obviously. "What I meant is…. Why'd you want to be sexual with me? Is there something you wanna say?"
Folding her legs and resettling upon the couch, the intergalactic vixen stalled. Her expression was so serious, brows furrowed in deep thought. After what seemed like an eternity she finally came back to reality.
"Well," she started, looking to her comrade of sorts, "It has been several Earth cycles since everything transpired aboard my ship. You have been my only source of companionship and support for what seems so long a time… and for that I wished to show you both my affection and gratitude."
Warmth enveloped Mike's cheeks – her admission far more than he was hoping for. "Seems like we both feel the same way then. But still..."
Intent on addressing the nagging feeling he'd had for so long now, he pressed ahead. "We both know why people are going missing like this…. Part of me really wants to do something about it… but the last time-"
Celeste's finger upon his lips gave his thoughts much-needed pause."I do not think will be conducive to our wellbeing if we continue to allow these incidents to go unchecked. You know as well as I that Crull is responsible for this…. I am not a believer in simple coincidence."
Greyed pictures rushed through Mike's mind – the sight of a six-armed, jagged toothed alien destroyer with a passion for violence. The way he'd stepped foot on Celeste's ship and effortlessly torn her defences apart was still too horrifying.
"I don't know if I can face him again... He almost killed me once... you too..."
It was an admission with weight. "Part of me would rather go back to my life before this and try pretending it didn't happen… but I don't know…. Momo and Mark are out there somewhere…"
Miss Luvendass placed a hand upon his cheek.
"The encounter with Crull has not been easy for either of us, human. We have both suffered. When my translator was switched off in the moments prior… that was one such confession on my part. I have seldom lost a battle so decisively before… and I cannot remain here on Earth knowing he continues to roam free."
Talk about trauma and shame. They'd both been scarred and broken. Such a realization caused Mike to feel at least a flicker of strength, if only for a moment. "If you want to do something about Crull… just give me some time to think about it. Soon as I'm back from work tomorrow I'll have an answer, Celeste."
The Tendracidian girl cracked a smile – it helped to lighten his heavy heart. "You intend to partake in employment, tomorrow? I had wondered how you were sustaining this abode. After all… I have hardly seen you leave the confines of this building in many Terran weeks."
It would be easier to explain. "Like I told you before... I'm a musician, Celeste... and if it puts your mind at ease, I have plenty of money to fall back on. My mom was a violinist… she left a lot of money behind for me when she died… but it doesn't sit right with me burning through it like this while I mope around."
"Mu-sician? Vio-lin-ist?"
"How curious. I had stories of Earthlings expressing themselves through the art of song and dance. We have a similar approximation on my home planet."
With that, Celeste nodded to herself, assured of something. "I wish to frequent your place of work and watch you perform. It would be a source of great enjoyment for me, I am sure."
There was no way that would work out. Everybody around town was already on edge. Add an extra-terrestrial woman with horns to the mix and Glenberry would be crawling with guys wearing suits and sunglasses in no time!
"Sorry but that ain't gonna happen. I'm singing solo in a nightclub full of people. If even one of them sees you, as drunk as they usually are… I don't even wanna think about might go down."
She pouted, flipping back her long white locks with sass. "While I understand your logic I am inclined to voice my displeasure. I wish to see you sing..."
"I'm doing this for your own safety, Celeste. The last thing this town needs is any more attention."
"Very well," with a disheartened sigh, the intergalactic visitor jumped up from the couch, making her way in the direction of the bathroom. "I intend to declare war on your shower and clean myself. Such a primitive device... I cannot believe it has no voice recognition function."
"Just turn the handle," Mike sighed, "The fridge is just as easy… Stop clapping your hands at it and pull open the door…."
"Terra," she groaned, meterializing Mike's clothes with a snap of the fingers before leaving the lounge. "It is a bastion of beautiful art and culture… and yet you humans seem incapable if installing simple automation processes into your household routines."
Slipping on his boxers and putting his arms through the holes in his shirt, Winters took a second to exhale the stress, sprawling across the couch with a yawn. "Using your hands to open a door isn't that hard…."
Water trickled form inside the bathroom, the door slamming shut against the force of a blue foot. Alone at last while his roommate cleaned herself off, he turned his attention back toward the television screen.
Not even the music channel however, was enough to pull his thoughts away from the matters at hand.
"…She's right… we can't keep sitting in here doing nothing while the rest of town goes to Hell. I need to give it some serious thought. I can't stop thinking about Audrey... I can't get over the fact she's missing..."
His thoughts flashed back to the all too loud and bitchy young lady - her bright red hair whipping in the wind as they walked hand in hand. The thought of her missing, or worse, hurt, brought a silent tear rolling down his cheek.
Fighting hard, he crushed his feelings downward, biting against the emotions that so badly wanted freedom.
"Please be safe... If anything's happened to you- For fuck sakes... Audrey..."
To be continued….
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