Fiction Friday! "Crystalline" by Sunny Moraine

Crystalline
by Sunny Moraine

The first thing that really hit me about her was that her skin was warm. I’d been expecting it to be cold. You look at her, all blueish and glossy and semi-transparent and she looks like a pillar of ice or crystal or glass. You don’t expect warm. But she was warm. 



She smiled at me and arched her back slightly, making a show of enjoying my touch. But I didn’t feel like any part of her was faking it. “Everyone’s surprised at first,” she murmured, and I felt the smooth hardness of her fingertips trailing up my arm and brushing against the side of my breast. She was naked, we both were, and our nakedness had seemed to happen almost by accident, to the point where I wasn’t sure I even remembered it clearly. She had been wearing the gold braid and formal dress of an officer and then she wasn’t wearing anything at all. 



“I’m not surprised,” I said, but I knew it didn’t sound convincing, and she laughed a delicate laugh like glasses clinking together. 



“I’m surprised that you agreed,” she said, sliding down to the bed and turning onto her side to look at me. Candles were lit by the bed and they shone through her belly, flickering blue and purple. “Some people are put off by us. We’re too… different.”



And I had been put off, at first. I could have turned her down. It’s not like I’m hurting for credits these days, and if I wanted to I could have turned everyone down and taken the week off. But like she said, she was different. I turned onto my side as well, facing her, and I reached out and laid my hand on the glistening swell of her hip. “I’ve never been with anyone like you before.”



”I’m glad you chose me.” She turned onto her back, and I couldn’t help but stare at the way her breasts didn’t move at all as she turned. They were fixed, solid mounds of glass, and when I slid my hand up from her hip and cupped one, my thumb nudging gently at her stiff nipple, she sighed and closed her eyes. “It’s been such a long week. A long month. I just need some downtime, you know? I need someone to take care of me.” She smiled again, her eyes still closed, and as I leaned over her I found myself wondering what kissing her would be like. Like kissing a doll? Her lips wouldn’t be soft. Would her mouth be wet? Would the lips between her legs be wet? Would any part of her be pliable and yielding or would she be smooth and hard everywhere I touched?



There was an easy way to find out.



”I can take care of you,” I whispered, and kissing her… it’s difficult to describe. She wasn’t soft. But she was warm and so clearly alive, and when my tongue traced over the solid curves of her lips she tasted faintly sweet, as though she’d dusted herself with sugar. She moaned softly, one hand settling at the small of my back and pulling me closer. I can’t say she was entirely comfortable.



But she was different. 



Her slit wasn’t wet when I touched it, so close in the warm space between her thighs, and it didn’t have the light musk I’ve grown to love and want when I’m with a woman. But it had a scent, something lighter and more subtle, something like the sun on rocks, something from a summer day on a world I barely remember now. When I slipped a finger into her she gasped and shuddered and it wasn’t exactly soft, in her, but it wasn’t hard and smooth like the rest of her. It was slick, somehow, and I felt it clench around me as I pressed deeper, and she reached down and gripped my wrist as her hips moved of their own accord. 



When she came it was with a soft cry, and she gripped at me with her hands, the walls of her cunt, a glowing blue brilliance filling my vision. When she came she shone. She was different but she was beautiful, and while I watched her orgasm take her I was sure I’d made the right choice. I could have turned everyone down. She was glad I hadn’t, and I was glad too.



”You don’t have to,” I murmured as she turned me over, pressed me back into the sheets, but she said, “I want to, let me,” and I did. Her fingers were warmer and harder than any cock I’ve ever had, and I held onto her like I was afraid of blowing away into the solar winds that howled their silent way outside the station. When it was over I was still shaking, trying to get my breath, pulling her against me and no longer minding the hard places I wished were soft.



“You’re…” I started, and laughed when I realized I had no idea how to finish, and she laughed with me, and this time it sounded like those clinking glasses shattering against each other. 



“I want to see you again,” she said. “My ship launches tomorrow and I won’t be back on this station for another few months, but when I’m here…”



”I’ll make room,” I said, kissing the solidity of her brow. “I won’t turn you down.”



”I’m glad,” she whispered, and laughed again. 



And so was I.

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Sunny Moraine is a graduate student in sociology who writes whenever there is time, “which isn’t nearly as often as I’d like.” Hang out with Sunny on LiveJournal at http://tehsunny.livejournal.com.

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