Touched by an Alien

heading toward us, and all you can do is play games.”
    We were back to patented Glare #1. His eyes flashed, and I noted they were the sort of green that looked almost blue close up. “I’m not playing a game,” he said through clenched teeth. He was leaning toward me. I resisted the urge to head-butt him.
    “Then what do you call all the baiting, the insults, you being a nasty smart-ass every single time I’m near you except when I was ready to throw up in the Bat Cave? And what do you call your doing all of this while Jeff’s basically in a state of collapse? Because I call it you being the biggest jerk on the planet.”
    We were almost to the 15 th floor, but he hit the “stop elevator” button with his fist. I was prepared for alarms, but there weren’t any. My fists clenched, and he must have thought I’d take another swing at him because he grabbed my upper arms. “Look, princess, you have no idea of what you’re getting into.”
    “Awww, are you worried that Jeff’s gonna break my heart?”
    “Stop talking about him!” Christopher gave me a small shake. “This isn’t about him—not everything is about him!” He was shaking, I could feel it. I wasn’t sure if it was from anger or something else. I also didn’t care.
    I tried to pull away from him. “Well, then, who the hell is it about?” He didn’t answer, and I tried to get away again, with no luck. “Let me go!”
    He got a funny look on his face. Then he pulled me closer and kissed me.
    I was so shocked I almost didn’t register what was happening. But either great kissing ran in the family or I was just lucky, because it wasn’t long before my body took over for my confused mind. All the things Reader and my mother had been saying, all the snarling between Christopher and Martini, suddenly made sense, and I realized my mother was right—I was really dense sometimes.
    Christopher’s lips were demanding, his tongue almost violent inside my mouth. But it was erotic—fury combined with passion. At first I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me, and after a few seconds I didn’t want to pull away all that badly.
    My body started to relax, and he slid his arms around me while mine went around his back. His kiss went deeper as he pulled me tightly up against him. One hand slid up my body to the back of my head; he controlled my movements, forcing our kiss even deeper.
    Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered we were all going to die soon if we didn’t get moving. I tried to end the kiss, but Christopher wasn’t having any of it. My attempts to move knocked us a little off-balance, and as he moved to keep us upright, we hit into the side of the elevator.
    He was pressed against me, and our bodies started to move against each other. I tried to grasp at something to keep myself from just giving in to him, but I wasn’t coming up with much. Then I thought about Martini and what his reactions to this were likely to be.
    It took all my willpower and strength, but I managed to wrench my mouth away from his. “Christopher, let me go.” I wasn’t demanding, I was begging, my breath ragged.
    “I keep trying to, but … I can’t.” He looked wild and completely out of control. “We can’t really have you, can’t keep you. But it’s impossible not to want you.” He bent and kissed me again.
    It was the same—violent passion. And, let’s face it, I already knew I’d won the Slut of the Month award. Plus, what if I died in a few hours and never found out if all A-Cs were sexually proficient? Maybe I owed it to scientific research and interspecies harmony.
    A small part of me wondered if we were being affected by the implanted memories, but then Christopher moved his mouth to my neck, and I forgot to worry about anything.
    He used his teeth as well as his tongue and lips—not enough to mark me but enough to arouse me to the point where he could do anything he wanted as long as he kept his mouth against my neck.
    As his mouth ensured I wouldn’t do anything other than gasp and moan, he ground against me and ripped my shirt open. The bra I’d been provided was a front-closer—he had it undone in about half a second.
    All of a sudden my mind kicked in and suggested I pay attention to where this was going. It didn’t matter if we were being affected by Mephistopheles or were just hot for each other. As arousing as being with Christopher like this was, I realized that what mattered to me was how this was going to