Free My Alien Love by LaVenia R. Boswell Page A

on fire.  Her quick shower hadn't proved restful.  She remembered the Jacuzzi outside on her ground floor balcony.  That would really rest her tired and sore muscles. 
     
           She got out of bed and walked out onto the balcony leaving the French doors open.  The air smelled sweet and reminded her of her Jonathan.  She untied the ribbon of the sheer, silk gown that she had found laid on her bed.  After laying it over a cushioned chair she stepped into the scented, bubbling warm water.  This was nice.
     
           Mark awakened to find Jonathan looking out one of the windows, looking down was actually more accurate.  He scrambled out of his bed that had been moved into Jonathan's large room for the night.  
     
           “Jon, what's the matter?”  He said walking up beside him.  Looking down, he saw what had absorbed all his friend's attention. 
     
           There in the hot tub was Melody.  Her head was leaned back and her eyes were closed.  It was times like this that Mark was really glad they had such good night vision.  Her long wavy hair was spread fan shaped on the surrounding table.  He watched in silence as she leisurely sponged her light, glistening skin with oils that were sitting around the tub.  Her pale skin highlighted her other dark features. 
     
           After a while she stood and stepped out.  As she briskly rubbed her body dry with a large towel Mark felt the stirrings again.  He enjoyed the sensation, it was stronger than ever before.  He watched in a trance as she strode naked around the balcony.  She was smelling the flowers he finally realized.  As she bent over to pick one he admired her soft, feminine shape.  He continued to watch longingly as she put her gown back on.  She suddenly turned and walked swiftly back through her door.
     
           Jonathan!  Where was he?!  Mark realized that Jonathan had disappeared while he had stood watching Melody.  “Oh, geeze!  What if he saw me excited?  I shouldn't have been looking!  I shouldn't have even let him look, not tonight of all times!” he yelled aloud angry with himself.
     
           Mark quietly tiptoed down the stairs.  Before he got all the way down he heard someone whimpering.  Then he heard a groan.  
     
           “Please” he prayed, “don't let it be Melody.”  But he fearfully realized that it could be no one else.  Jonathan would try to kill him now if he tried to pull him off her, but he would have to try, Jonathan could unwittingly cause her serious harm in his present state.  She might then hate him and the marriage would never take place.  As he turned and faced Melody's door he saw Jonathan.  He was crumpled down at (thank the planet!) Melody's still locked door.  As he neared he heard her speaking softly to him through the door. 
     
           “But, I n-e-e-d you my Love . . . now!” Jonathan said begging as he raised his head to stare at the door he was talking through.  Mark's relief instantly turned to wild panic when he saw Jonathan's eyes had taken on a deep violet color and tears were on his face.
     
           “Oh, boy!” Mark said aloud.  He went to a wall console and tapped a button.  In a couple of seconds a male voice answered.  “Bring me the tonic immediately!  We have a serious problem on our hands,”  Mark hissed into the speaker.
     
           Melody felt periodic surges of unspeakable passion.  Just as she would start to unlock the door and let him in, to ease both their needs, it would disappear.  She was confused by these emotions until she realized Jonathan was trying to control her discomfort for her.  He wanted and needed her desperately but at the same time feared for her safety.
     
            He must really be in a terrible state, she thought.  The knowledge that his desire for her was that strong made her cry. 
     
           “Sweetheart . . . please don't cry.  Please . . .