Snowed in With the Alien Doctor

by Abigail Myst

She went back to the quarters where the man had been shredded in a towel. He had not been wearing a coat when he had been killed. That was the place with the highest probability of finding a coat without someone’s guts splattered all over it. She popped her head in, careful not to touch anything she didn’t have to. There was no use triggering another booby trap if one existed. Lucky for her, there was a coat hook right inside the door, and lucky for Scrubs, the guy’s blood splatter had covered the other wall.

  Clover grabbed the coat and took off back toward the tent. Sure enough, there he stood in nothing but boots, his shorts and a worried look. She handed over the coat, and at least he knew that beggars couldn’t be choosers. It was heavy and designed for these temperature but his legs would still be exposed. The good news was that it was so large, it hung down to his knees.

  He took a snow cap off one of the corpses and retrieved his gloves. He picked up his medical scanner and looked disgusted. The screen was shattered and it was now just a useless chunk of tech.

  They reached the edge of the cave and already the wind had picked up. Any trace of his previous trail had been wiped out. It was snowing sideways outside and Clover couldn’t even see the ship.

  “I’ll go first,” Scrubs said. Clover wanted to argue, but honestly, she knew she’d probably get blown off course after five minutes. He, at least, had some genetically engineered super senses that could get them close.

  He shook his head and went back into the cave, scouting around. He grabbed an extension cord wheel. It amazed Clover that there were still some things in space that were powered by cord. It was probably cheaper and more reliable in the extreme cold to run one generator and just cord some of the smaller things to it. Scrubs did not intend to power anything. He circled the wire twice, placing one loop around himself and another around her. Then he weighted down the wheel end with rubble so that it would turn but not come skittering after them.

  “Good thinking,” she said. This way, if they got lost, they could follow the cord back to the cave and try again. They also couldn’t get separated.

  She pulled his coat down and kissed him. “For luck.”

  “Mahdfel do not need luck.”

  Clover did not have time to reply. Scrubs took off through the snow bank. After about ten feet, she was dreadfully glad he was tied to her. He was practically pulling her along through the banked snow. There was rock somewhere, but with each step, she sank in the snow past her crotch and still didn’t feel like she was hitting bottom. It occurred to her for a moment that they might walk right over the top of the ship and never know. The snow could have buried it beneath them.

  Scrubs and his Mahdfel ways did not fail them, though. About twenty minutes into their journey, she heard a thunk. She looked up and saw that they were even with the cockpit window, which should have been above their heads. It was like they were looking in on the same floor like someone at a shop window. He guided them around the side of the ship and began digging.

  Clover helped. She hit the hatch door remote inside her jacket. The door strained against the snow, but she had never been so happy to hear the whine of the hydraulics of her ship. The snow toppled in onto the ramp, but with a quick slide, they were inside.

  She shut the door but left the snow. It would melt off and into the grate and actually help to replenish the hydration cyclers. Sitting in her chair, she fired up the engines, saying a silent prayer when everything ignited just the way it should. The ship was meant for the cold of deep space. It was the water in the snow that she was worried about. A few moments later and they were off that damnable rock and back on course to Shackleton.

  Scrubs took off his coat and other cold weather sundries immediately. Clover left hers on. There was still a chill in the air from the ship being on maintenance temp instead of a few degrees warmer when the engines were on and they were in flight.

  Clover didn’t need him getting all handsy while she was trying to do her job. “Out. I got work to do. Amscray.”

  “I will attempt to do as requested, but I do not know what amscray is.”

  “It’s an expression. It means get out, I’m busy, find something else to do.”

  Scrubs nodded and complied, disappearing back to his quarters or somewhere else besides in her way. Out of her sightline, where she could just stare at his bare chest and sculpted ass for hours.

  Clover cursed under her breath and then went through the motions of taking the ship through a complete in-flight diagnostic. There was something soothing in the routine and process that made her breathing calm and mind settle.

  She was going to have to figure out how to ditch the Mahdfel. That was the only way forward that made any sense. After all, he was stationed on the moon base for a couple of months for training. She could just go make a supply run somewhere and not come back. It would be easy. It would be a horrible thing to do, but it wasn’t like she was leaving him for some other man, or alien, or whatever.

  She was a free and wandering soul. She didn’t do commitments. She had made that clear to him at the outset.

  So the plan was to skip town after a few days.

  Until then? Honestly, was she going to be able to keep her hands off him? No. She’d already proven that much. How could she possibly think she was going to change now?

  Clover finished the check. Everything was running like a well oiled machine. Even the random thud thud had stopped, hopefully for good. When there was nothing left that needed her attention, Clover took off her coat and slipped it over the hook. She headed back to her cabin. A shower and a good stretch would make her feel more like herself.

  She didn’t realize anything was off until she’d stripped off everything except her underwear. That’s when her bed moved. Or more accurately, Scrubs moved in her bed. He sat up, admiring her, with his head propped up on his hand. The sheet was barely covering enough of him to be decent. He didn’t look decent at all. More like a porn present someone had left in her bed. Yeah. She wasn’t going to be able to ignore that. But she was definitely taking a shower first.

  Clover left her panties on and walked over to the wash room. She didn’t drop them until he was out of sight. She turned on the water and suffered with the cold seconds before the hot water reached the pipes. Her hair was barely wet when he stepped in behind her.

  “This shower is not big enough for two,” she told him.

  “I disagree.” He wrapped his hands around her middle and then cupped her breasts. “I believe your breasts need cleaning.”

  “Uh huh.”

  She ignored him, keeping most of the spray for herself. She poured the shampoo out into her hand and began to work up a lather. Scrubs moved his hands into her hair. She was going to object, but he began to massage her scalp with a delicious pressure that she couldn’t turn down. Once he was finished with her hair, his hands moved down to her neck and shoulders and continued the job. Any thought of kicking Scrubs out of the shower was replaced with the desire to con him into showering with her every morning, even if her water scrubbers wore out with all the use.

  Slowly his hands worked their way back to her breasts and then down, across her stomach.

  “Perhaps we should finish our shower,” he said. She could feel his hard on pressing into her back.

  “We? Our? This was my shower, Bucko.”

  “What is the translation for Bucko?”

  “It doesn’t have one.”

  “It is not another name for doctor?”

  “No, silly. It just means Bucko. Guy. Dude.”

  “Warrior?”

  “Whatever.” Clover ducked her head under the stream and got one last rinse before she turned off the water. “I didn’t put out a towel for you, Mr. Clean.”

  “I shall use yours when you are finished.”

  Clover swiveled around him to get to the towel. She gave herself a quick once over, and then began to scrub the water out of her hair. Then she wrapped the towel around herself and sat at her desk.

  Scrubs just stood
in the doorway, a bit confounded.

  “Ladies are never done with their towels,” she informed him.

  He shrugged and stepped back in. She heard the sonic dryer and rolled her eyes. She prefered to towel dry. The sonic was hard on the skin. It didn’t take him long to emerge, considering he had no hair to dry or style. Must be convenient that way. Clover ran a comb through hers.

  Dry now, Scrubs stretched. She watched, mesmerized, as he moved through a series of predetermined moves that managed to show off every perfect angle of his body. It wasn’t until he stood that she noticed his bag was behind him.

  “I must admit the exercises are more challenging when I am erect,” he told her, displaying a goofy, endearing smile.

  “Your stuff is here,” she said, a bit annoyed.

  “I determined it would be more convenient.”

  “For what? What’s in that bag, anyway?” It was a generic military duffel bag that the Mahdfel swung around like feathers, but she was sure weighed a ton. He obviously didn’t have a bunch of clothes in there, but she couldn’t believe he walked around wearing only his little shorts both in space stations and at work. It just wasn’t hygienic. Dammit, how was she already feeling a little possessive of her doctor wandering around looking at other women’s vaginas? No, he wasn’t hers, and he had just as much a right to go poking women as she had to take off and never return.

  “My spare med kit.”

  “Spare? You had two?”

  “Yes. Which means that having the other destroyed in an explosion is not an inconvenience.”

  “Oh. Nearly getting blown up and losing a day and a half isn’t an inconvenience?” Clover stood up and approached him. Somehow it seemed natural to wrap her hands around the cock that was poking out at her. She was supposed to be upset by him moving in without her permission, but this was quite a distraction.

  “Mmmhmm.” It was a very unwarrior like thing to say, but she imagined he was just as distracted as she was. She stroked his length.

  “I’m still amazed that this thing fit all the way inside me.”

  “Terran females are quite accommodating, biologically speaking.”

  He could still talk in full sentences. She’d have to fix that. A moment later, she was on her knees in front of him. Her tongue sneaked out to lick the green skin on the head of his cock. It rippled colors underneath her touch, turning nearly peach before fading back into green.

  “It’s like a mood cock.”

  “I don’t-” He stopped talking when she put the entire tip of his cock in her mouth. Unlike some Earth cocks she’d had in the past, she knew there was no way she was going to be able to take his entire length into her mouth, so she settled on rubbing the head with her tongue and stroking the shaft with her hands.

  She looked up at his face. His eyes had nearly rolled back into his head. His hands lovingly cupped her head as she concentrated taking his cock into her mouth and swirling tongue, tracing the unfamiliar lines as if she were trying to learn them and their secrets.

  “Please,” he pled.

  Clover pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop. She kept stroking him with her hands. Somewhere along the way, she’d dropped the towel. They must have looked quite the picture, she on her knees staring up at the tall green alien who pleaded for relief. And she was ready to give him that release. Her own folds had responded and she was wet and slick and ready before he’d even really touched her.

  “Please what?”

  “I would like to copulate now.”

  Clover burst out laughing.

  “What? Was there a mistranslation?”

  She held her arm out and he instinctively helped her to her feet. She grabbed his cock again.

  “No one says copulate. Or sexual intercourse. They make it dirtier, or nicer, depending on what they want.”

  “What do I want?”

  “I think you want to fuck. Or screw my brains out. Or make love.”

  “Yes, that one.”

  “Which one?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, then, you should do something about it.” Her voice took on a sultry edge.

  Without warning, Clover suddenly found herself lifted, her legs wrapped around his hips with his cock impaled deep inside her.

  “Is this an acceptable action?” The growl in his voice told her this was some sort of alien humor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him close.

  “Only if you provide some friction.”

  “As you wish.”

  Scrubs began to thrust into her. Clover was caught in that delicious space between being helpless to stop him and wanting him to screw her more. She held on to him as his strong hands raised and lowered her ass onto his cock, like she was designed only to pleasure him. Clover’s own pleasure mounted, spiraling and finally cresting. She threw her head back and screamed out some rather unladylike words.

  Scrubs kept thrusting throughout her orgasm but slowed as she relaxed, pulling her tight against him. It took her a moment to realize he was still towering inside her.

  “Well, get to it, sweetie. Don’t you have an ejaculation to see to?”

  “But you have only had one orgasm.” Clover giggled.

  “Usually that’s how this works. A one to one exchange?”

  “Physiologically speaking, a female is capable of many more orgasms than a warrior. Therefore, her ratio should be increased.”

  “Okay, Doc. How many times do you plan to make me cum before you do.”

  Scrubs was silent for a moment, as if he was trying to do the mental math. “Ten?”

  She laughed at him again. She could feel her body tighten on his cock as she did.

  “We can’t stay in bed all day.”

  “I beg to differ.” Clover rolled her eyes. “But it is difficult to arrive at an actual count. With my tongue you were quite loud and your body showed the signs of orgasm several times, but they rolled into one another.”

  “You are thinking too much. I suggest you get back to screwing me silly and let me worry about orgasm counts. I will tell you if I’m not satisfied.”

  “I will take that under advisement.”

  Scrubs lifted her off his cock and placed her on her knees on the edge of her bed. A moment later, he was back inside her, pushing in from behind. One of his hands sneaked around and pressed her clit. With the combined pressure of his finger and cock, she was sure to have multiple orgasms.

  Scrubs did not disappoint. He pounded her until her arms gave out. His release was a loud growly shout that pushed her into one final wave of pleasure. Clover saw stars explode as she gasped to breathe against the mattress. Afterward, he gently placed her in bed and spooned in behind her. His hand gently traced her stomach and her thighs, sticky with her juice and his cum. Clover knew that she should probably get up and take a quick rinse, but she was too tired to move.

  “That was the appropriate amount of orgasms,” he stated. When she didn’t answer, his fingers traced her pussy lips. “Was it not?”

  “Yeah, yeah. You are a hot alien lover.”

  “I should not like to be the type of warrior that leaves his mate unsatisfied.”

  She tapped him on the thigh. “Any more satisfaction and I wouldn’t be able to walk. I think you’ve got that part covered.”

  “When you have recovered, I shall please you with my tongue.”

  “I’d estimate that to be in, oh, about eight hours.”

  “Physiologically speaking, I don’t believe—”

  “Scrubs.”

  “Yes, my mate?”

  “Go to sleep.”

  He sighed but settled in next to her. She tried to sleep but her thoughts kept rattling around in her head.

  “What would you have done? If I was gone? If there had been another booby trap in the cave?” she asked him.

  “I would have walked out into the snow,” he said simply. There was no hesitation, no regret.

  “Oh.” Warriors were serious about keeping their mates safe
from harm. Just a little melodramatic about it too.

  “What about now? If we were attacked by Suhlik?”

  “I would tear all their throats out before they touched you.”

  “With your teeth.”

  “Of course.”

  “Of course.”

  Chapter Eight

  Orth

  Everything was going far better than Orth had ever imagined. Ha. He’d even started to think of himself as Clover’s quaint name for him, Scrubs. It suited him. He couldn’t go around scaring all the pregnant mates of other warriors. They tended to get possessive and angry when their mate was upset. He felt the same way about Clover’s happiness.

  He was quite sure he could keep her sexually satisfied. After all, it had been two weeks, and he’d spent a majority of that time exploring her skin and all the sensitive places on it. It was much better way to learn Terran anatomy than reading it out of a manual or watching a vid. He had begun to expect most of the vids were staged, anyhow. But things were still going well.

  As soon as he’d come within range of Terra, he’d registered for mated housing. There was no way he’d take her into the warriors’ housing where he’d originally planned to stay, consisting mostly of bunks and exercise rooms. No, he needed a private space for his mate that had soundproof walls.

  There was also the formality of requesting permission to take a mate. Technically, he’d filed the paperwork the moment he’d made it back to his cabin after his first run in and kiss, but he’d yet to hear of any actual approval. This was unusual. Etlonians were generally prompt with their paperwork.

  And then there was the beginning of his training. Most of it was internship-based experience. All the other knowledge he needed was already included in his training. There were twelve others in his class, and having a Terran mate made him the top expert in the class.

  After their second shift on Shackleton, he came back to their quarters, finding her using the terminal.

  “I should like to practice an examination on you. Lie back on the bed.” He interpreted the look on her face as one of amusement. He did not know what he had said to make her smile, but he smiled back.