Why Is There An Alien Princess In My Room? (ONC 2023 - Alien Romance - Complete)

15: Tristan Has More Questions

"Now you can look!" Vyrsa excitedly proclaimed.

Tristan spun on the bed to instead gaze at his fallen-from-the-stars date, who'd informed him she would alter her space suit to make it more appropriate for their coming outing. What exactly "altering" entailed hadn't been clear to him, and he'd given up asking about every single unfamiliar thing that flew out from Vyrsa's shimmering lips, but hopefully it would result in an outfit appropriate for a Friday night movie date. Vyrsa's clothing options were quite limited because she needed to wear the space suit in some form since it contained the translation technology their communication relied on.

"Wow..." he exclaimed as he laid eyes on his interstellar crush. "Wow." There really wasn't a better word to describe the sight before him. Vyrsa's beauty was beyond description by human language, although he couldn't rule out that an alien species had invented a word capable of describing such a mesmerizing sight.

The tight black unitard in a leather-like fabric—which admittedly had quite an effect on Tristan as well—had been transformed into a breath-taking look: a fringed skirt flared over leggings-clad legs, half-transparent sleeves with built-in gloves let a slight shimmer through from below, and a rigid bodice closed with intricate hooks hugged interstellar curves.

"So... you like it?" Vyrsa strode up toward Tristan, an anxious shade in her amethyst eyes.

"Wow," Tristan repeated, out of words and out of breath. "I mean... yes, of course, I do." Grabbing Vyrsa's hand, he pulled her close to unite their lips. Ever since they'd started kissing the night before, their lips had never been far apart. They'd kissed, they'd cuddled, and they'd fallen asleep with foreheads leaned together.

The mere thought of going from such intermingled constant closeness to having lightyears between them made Tristan's heart ache. But he tried not to dwell on their future separation. Vyrsa was here now and that's what mattered.

"Are you sure it's appropriate to wear for seeing your friends?" Vyrsa tugged on the fringed skirt. "Maybe this is better?" With the twist of a hand, she turned the fabric into a pair of shorts with dangling ribbons.

"Both are fine," Tristan assured Vyrsa, putting his hands on her hips to emphasize his point. And well, because he liked the feel of her skin beneath his hands. A pleasant buzz hummed beneath the surface, igniting desires in him with its current.

Was it normal to want to do naughty things with an alien princess? Because Tristan hadn't stopped thinking about such acts ever since their first kiss the night before. But he also didn't have a clue how to go about initiating such activities, since he didn't even know how Vyrsa's species engaged in them. Maybe they didn't? Maybe they'd evolved beyond such carnal desires? Or maybe their organs were completely incompatible with humans?

Tristan wished he could consult Google to satisfy his curiosity. But considering he was probably the only person in the world who knew aliens were even real, there probably hadn't been much research done on the topic.

So his only option seemed to be to ask the alien princess herself. If only the mere thought didn't make Tristan blush uncontrollably.

Vyrsa climbed up on his lap while they kept kissing. Her glittering bosom pressed against his chest and her vibrating hips pressed against his groin. It certainly seemed from her movements like perhaps she harbored desires similar to his own.

Tristan was just about to blurt out an ineloquent and perhaps rude question when Vyrsa rose from his lap. "Should we get going?" she asked. "Your friends may be waiting for us."

Looking toward the digital clock on the bed stand, they were supposed to have left about ten minutes ago. That time must have disappeared in a blur of kissing. Any embarrassing queries would have to wait for later. So Tristan nodded, taking a deep breath to focus himself. "We should," he said, looking down at his crotch, which wasn't really in a representable state. "Soon... Just let me gather myself." He pointed at a hoodie flung on the floor. "Can you give me that?"

Vyrsa gave him a pointed look and he wondered if she understood what was up (literally). But she didn't address the situation and simply handed him the hoodie.

"Do you think your friends will be nice to me?" Vyrsa asked while Tristan slowly, to buy himself some time, zipped up the hooded jacket. "Maybe they'll freak out if they realize I'm not... from here?"

Tristan blinked, trying to get enough blood flow to his brain to answer the question. "I'm sure they will be nice. Don't worry! And just wait for me to do the talking if there's something you don't know how to answer. I've told them all you're Lithuanian, so from a country far away from here, so if anything you say is odd we can just blame your lacking English or different cultural customs."

He smiled encouragingly. Of course, Tristan knew it was kind of odd to bring an alien date for a movie night with friends, but he felt like their Lithuanian cosplayer alibi should be foolproof. It wasn't like anyone would ever expect an alien to show up to watch a space movie in a mall movie theater in Atlantic Canada anyway.

"So who are we meeting up with again?" Vyrsa asked. Tristan was still fiddling with his hoodie zipper as his crotch was still not quite ready for him to stand up. "I want to memorize the names since in some alien cultures, forgetting someone's name is punishable by death!"

"Well on earth, most people are forgettable about such things," Tristan assured her. "No one will think twice if you don't remember a new person's name." Vyrsa's anxious biting of her bottom lip told him she wasn't entirely convinced. "But my friends we're meeting up with are called Robin and Tyler. They're super friendly and will make you feel welcome. Although they may be busy making out at times..."

"So they're a... couple?"

"Yeah, is that weird to you?" Tristan suddenly realized that he also knew nothing about the sexualities of Vyrsa's species. "That they're both male and a couple, I mean."

"Why would that be weird?" Vyrsa shrugged. "I just want to be sure I got all the data before we get there." She reached out a hand with sparkling pink nails toward him. "Are you ready yet? Being late is also a crime in certain parts of the universe you know..."

"I'm ready!" Tristan finally announced, rising from the bed to take the gorgeous alien princess' hand in his.

To take an extraterrestrial being on a movie date was of course utterly ridiculous but as he took her hand it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He liked her and she liked him. Nothing else mattered. Not the light years between their planets. Not the knowledge he lacked about the universe surrounding them. Not the fact that their species may be biologically incompatible.

Okay, maybe that last part mattered a little bit.