Cold Lips
Sonfaro
Her lips are lush, yet ice cold. They interlock with mine, and everything freezes within me. The texture is strange, like smooth paper, or cold tile. She feels much different than anything my mouth has brushed against. I hardly know what to say to her. Hardly know what to do. What to think…
She's a Spung.
It's playing again and again in the back of my mind. Get away Radu. Now! She's Spung. Carnivorous. Reptilian. Cold blooded. A murderous Spung. That's all she is. That's all she should be to me. The evil tyrants that plagued my race for centuries. Breed us like cattle, worked us like dogs. Raped us of our wills to thrive, until we had no will but to fight, anything and everything.
She's Spung.
And she's kissing me.
My body is clenched. My muscles are tight. I was completely ready for her to bite me. To strike me. To take me out, and let Warlord Shank into the Krista. To cause the deaths of all my friends. I was ready to go down fighting bravely, as every Andromeadan wishes. I had gambled a hard bet, and knew I had lost it for a few seconds until she…
Kissed me…
Can she read my mind? Right now? Does she know what I'm thinking right now? What I'm feeling? Is she invading my mind while my consciousness is wrapped in the moment? Probing me? Making me susceptible to Spung enslavement? The ice from her lips has moved to my stomach and I feel like turning away.
Except she ends it form me. The look on her face is hard to read. Disappointment? Maybe. Has she read my mind? No. She knows.
It's over now. She's moved on. Taking her things through the air lock and waiting for me. My body moves on autopilot. I don't even remember pressing the button. All I remember is her face. The innate beauty beneath the green-scaled skin. Crimson hair. Piercing blue eyes. An air about her that spoke to the universe and screamed 'I live'.
She's a Spung.
I'm an Andromeadan.
I have to remind myself that it wouldn't work.
Ever…
She's gone now. 'Escaped.' That's what I'll tell Commander Goddard. I compose myself and turn back towards the command deck. Above us is a Spung Killcruiser. Beyond us, is Elmira, the Spung seer. I try to forget her as I jog towards a jump-shute. But I can't. Because I still feel her eyes pierce through me. Still see her crimson hair glow in the sub light.
And I can still feel her cold lips…
Finis...