Warning! There is some lightly mature content in this scene. Although first, they need to feed the cat. But if that is something you want to avoid, skip to the end after the characters enter Tristan's room (but read the last two lines).

"Just let me..." Tristan pried his lips from Vyrsa's to rummage for his keys.

Vyrsa wrinkled her adorable glittering nose at the abruption but allowed him to pause their actions for a moment. "If you must," she mumbled.

They'd basically been making out the whole way home, from when they exited the theater in the cover of darkness until they reached the door to his apartment a moment ago. During a brief intermission on the mall escalator, Tristan had texted Robin to tell them they had left. Tristan was sure his friend would understand, as he and his boyfriend had a tendency to get quite... amorous as well. In fact, Robin may have missed Tristan's text in the flurry of kisses that were dispensed in the theater.

At least he and Vyrsa had the common sense to do such things out of sight of prying eyes. Although Tristan supposed their make-out heavy walk home had been quite public.

Anyway, they were home now, away from glares and judgment.

Having located his keys and turned them in the lock, Tristan swung the door open.

"Meeeooww!" Bobby gave them a judgemental glare from her position right inside the doorway. "Meowwww!" she added for emphasis. After making her point, the cat got up and demonstratively turned her butt toward them as she indignantly strode away.

Tristan didn't speak cat but he was quite sure that meant "Where have you two been all night young man and young lady? It's way past dinner time!"

"Have you not been fed?" Vyrsa asked the disgruntled feline, suddenly more concerned with Bobby's well-being than kissing. "Where is Brody?"

"Hockey practice," Tristan explained. "I believe he'll be away for a few more hours." Which was definitely a good thing, as the walls of the apartment were thin. Many were the nights when Tristan had suffered through loud kissing noises from Brody's room after his roommate had invited a cute cheerleader or sweet snack bar attendee home. Brody wasn't a playboy but he was definitely a flirt who seemed to enjoy the no-strings-attached type of relationship.

Tristan was more of the blew-it-on-the-first-date-after-blathering-too-many-useless-facts type.

Luckily, Vyrsa wasn't aware of the earthly standards of too much blathering, so she never seemed to mind. In fact, she always appeared to listen keenly, with big eyes and encouraging nods, when he went on an unnecessary tangent about the impenetrable Darien Gap or irregular Klingon verb forms. Or whatever fascinating subject captured his attention at the moment.

Currently, he was very interested in human/alien relations.

"I guess I'll feed her," Tristan sighed, keen to get on with their evening without feline interruptions. "Even though I'm quite sure Brody filled her bowl before he left. So Bobby is hardly starved."

He took a deep breath, trying to summon enough oxygen to his brain to remember where the cat food was stored. For some peculiar reason, all the blood in his body seemed to have migrated southward, below his belt.

Ever helpful when it came to food dispensing, Bobby scratched with her paws on a cupboard door to show him the way. The prominent claw marks already carved into the food made it unlikely for the residents to get their deposit back. They may even get hit with a fee for housing a disallowed pet upon moving out. Tristan and Brody had agreed that Bobby's delightful, if somewhat demanding, company was worth the cost.

Not wasting any time to get back into Vyrsa's glittering embrace, Tristan tipped a whole can of tuna onto Bobby's plate, giving the cat an encouraging pat on the back as she dug into her second dinner of the night. Truly living that hobbit life. Which reminded Tristan that he should introduce Vyrsa to Lord of the Rings next. Just imagining her intense fascination upon experiencing the delights of the Shire and the darkness of Helm's Deep made his heart pound faster.

Realizing his hands had become sticky from providing kitty food service, Tristan made sure to wash off his hands before returning to their previous activities. Tuna juice was decidedly not sexy.

Once all traces of fish smell was gone, he finally turned toward his interstellar date. Every time he laid his eyes on Vyrsa, she took his breath away. Tristan literally felt all air escape his lungs when she came into view. But it wasn't just the way her inviting skin shimmered like stardust or how her alluring lips shifted color like the surface of a spinning planet that had him besotted. It wasn't even the mesmerizing color-shifting nails or those fascinating elongated ear lobes that made him tick. No, what truly caused him to gasp was her smile. Glittering and kind, it didn't seem to come from an unfamiliar world, instead, it made him feel right at home.

"So... where were we?" he mumbled, suddenly shy in her presence.

"Right here," she replied, sneaking up close to press sparkling lavender lips to his own. The light hum of her body, as she gyrated against him, almost made him go mad. Tristan wasn't sure if Vyrsa's body actually harbored electricity or if there was another source of her vibrations, and it kind of seemed rude to ask.

Tristan also wasn't too interested in playing quiz games at the moment. Even if it usually was one of his favorite past times. He was after all the reigning champion of the student union's annual pub quiz.

But another, much naughtier, past time called for him right now.

Space exploration... or rather alien exploration, he supposed.

He was about to go where no man—at least to his knowledge—had gone before, and while he did feel a bit nervous about it, it didn't really feel worse than any excursions he'd been on with human girls. Because, Vyrsa was, after all, just a girl as well, beneath all the glitter and fancy tech.

"Let's... go into my bedroom," he murmured into the lips of the girl who'd abducted his heart, like the true alien she was. "For more privacy."

Vyrsa nodded in agreement, taking his hand in hers to lead him toward the other room. Tapping nails on the back of his hand made pulses of joy flicker through his limbs.

Tristan closed the door with his foot upon entering. This was not the night for insistent cat visitors. Hopefully, Bobby wouldn't choose to serenade them from the other side. Once Brody got home, he was on cat duty, that was for sure.

"Come here," Vyrsa whispered, nibbling Tristan's ear lobe with her buzzing lips. He wondered if that was part of her kind's mating ritual. It made sense, considering that Vyrsa's ears drooped down in oblong shapes that almost touched her shoulders. Although perhaps that was just a personal fashion statement?

The next moment, she pulled him atop her on the bed. Lips against lips, crotch against crotch, heart against heart.

Because surely, her kind had hearts too? Another query for a later time.

The universe appeared to shrink from endless to only inhabiting the space between them as their bodies pressed together. Nothing but the pressure points of closeness mattered. They became the center of everything and the world spun around them as they kissed. Again, again, and again.

"Can I?" Vyrsa asked, tugging on the fabric of his Baby Yoda shirt. "I want to see you..."

Tristan nodded eagerly and assisted her in pulling the clothing item over his head, which messed up his way-too-curly hair. It always seemed to stand on end when he tried to make it behave, so he'd given up on the endeavor long ago.

Vyrsa drew a zig-zag pattern across his chest with her neon-glimmering nails. The movement left a buzzing trail of glitter in its wake and caused Tristan to pant in anticipation.

The trail of pleasure continued. Lower and lower. Closer and closer.

When she reached his crotch, he forgot to breathe. He forgot... everything really. His name. His address. His birthday. Even all the useless trivia that usually came so easily to him. Chess grandmasters. Capitals of the world. Winners of the TV show Survivor.

It all disappeared into a glittering cloud of lust, which enveloped him in ache and hunger.

Vyrsa let her fingers paint small teasing circles atop a certain affected body part. Every ring reverberated through Tristan's blood, making him squirm as he awaited her next move.

"Interesting," Vyrsa noted upon feeling him harden underneath her touch. "I knew males of certain species react in this way to arousal, but I didn't realize just how... much it would affect you." A wicked smile graced her lips as she intensified her on-top-of-the-fabric exploration. "It's quite amusing."

Amusing wasn't really the word Tristan would have used. Intense. Frustrating. Mind-blowing. Those were all better-suited verbs to describe the experience.

"This... doesn't happen to males of your species?" he managed to ask between grunts. The notion once again made him concerned about species compatibility.

"Not like this," Vyrsa explained, rising on the bed to catch his lips in a kiss. Despite the movement, her hand didn't leave his crotch. "Certain stiffness is required for mating but they can control the reaction, unlike more primitive species." She cupped Tristan's admittedly stiff member, somehow worsening its current condition, if that was even possible. "You also seem to be quite a bit... larger than them." A flurry of glitter spread across her cheeks, which he'd learned was her way of blushing.

Well, that was flattering to hear. Although he hoped that wouldn't make coming exercises painful for her.

Perhaps seeing his worried look, Vyrsa added. "It'll be fine. Very fine..." She quenched all his worries with a soothing kiss, enveloping him in a glowing nebula of care. If he'd ever wondered what it would be like to kiss stardust, he now knew the answer. It tasted like taro bubble tea and felt like wrapping oneself in a velvet blanket.

Needing to feel her pulsating skin beneath his fingers, he reached toward her exposed collarbone. The mere sensation was intoxicating, like having liquid metal pour between his fingers. At least, that was the closest thing Tristan could compare the texture with based on his earthly references.

His fingers slid downward, across curves round as planets and intriguing as outer space. Her bosom didn't feel much different from the ones of human women—because yes, Tristan had despite being a nerd touched such parts before—but there was a pliable quality to the tissue underneath, kind of like poking on a memory foam pillow.

Just as he was about to try to unhook her bodice, a glimmering blue light caught his eyes underneath the smooth fabric, right between the two planetary shapes. One blink, then another.

"Uh... is that supposed to happen?" he mumbled, thinking it was perhaps an alien reaction of arousal. He supposed blinking boobs weren't really any weirder than a hardening crotch.

Before Vyrsa could answer, a loud signal rang through the night, emanating from her decolletage.

His alien princess looked at him with terror in her eyes. "The Coians," she said. "They've found me! They're here!"

Author's Note: I do apologize for once again interrupting them :)