Alien Soulmate (Paranormal Romance Aliens) by Cristina Grenier Page A
Authors: Cristina Grenier
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it and hear the engine.
It was here. He could go home.
He looked back at space where the cabin was, looking at Vivian who was standing in the door way, still in his shirt and wearing a sad smile. "You can go home," she said softly.
"I… still have to refuel," he said.
She nodded and watched eagerly as he opened the cargo door to pull out the fuel E'lira had included. Her eyes were wide as she peered inside the ship, taking in the dials and meters. "It's so big inside," she murmured, running a hand along the door panels.
"It can seat at least two people. People my size," Carver replied.
He made the task last as long as he could, but finally he knew he had to go. Vivian had put his bag inside the ship and was standing there, biting her lip with anxious eyes.
"Be careful," she said, flinging herself at him and holding him tight. "I know he's your brother, but just. Be careful."
"I will. And you take care of yourself. Remember to sleep and not stay up all night fiddling with things, alright?" Struck by a sudden idea, Carver let her go and then ducked into the transporter, returning with a com device. "Here. I want you to keep this. Then we can talk to each other while I'm gone. You'll have to modify it to work with human charging ports, but I know how much you enjoy that sort of thing."
She smiled fondly at him and hugged the tablet sized device to her chest. "I do. What about yours, though? It's been modified as well."
"I like it that way," he said. "I can get someone to make it work both ways when I get home. There's enough of a charge to get me back to where I need to be. And this will make me think of you."
"I'll be thinking of you either way," Vivian said softly.
Carver couldn't help himself after that. He leaned down and grabbed her up, crushing her against his chest as he kissed her thoroughly. If anyone happened to wander by and see them, it would look very strange indeed, but he didn't care. All he cared about was imprinting the feel and taste and smell of this woman into his senses so he would keep her with him while he was gone.
She kissed him back with just as much fervor, just as much passion, clinging to him with one hand while she held onto the com device with the other.
When they finally parted for breath, she was wide eyed and dazed, and she smiled at him one more time, trailing a hand down his chest. "Be safe."
"Stars guide you, Vivian," Carver whispered softly, grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. He took a deep breath and pulled away, getting onto the ship and letting the door close. He then waited for the sensors to stabilize the pressure and register the fuel so it could take him home.
Carver hadn't expected to feel like this. Like his loyalties were torn by leaving. The Sitheri were his priority. They always had been, and now that he was their leader and quite possibly the only thing standing between them and war with the Des'kos, they had to be first in his mind more than ever.
But there was no denying that as he got farther and farther from the little cabin in the middle of the field and the woman he had left behind there, a part of him wanted to turn around and go back.
He'd never been selfish a day in his life, though, so he knew he wasn't going to do that. He was going to keep moving forward and fix the mess his brother had landed their people in.
There was another twelve hours or so left in his trip back to Khaosali, when he couldn't take it anymore.
Carver pulled out his modified com device and punched in the frequency number for the one he'd given to Vivian. It was likely very early on Earth, but he needed to see her and speak to her to settle his nerves.
The connecting screen ran for a while and then cleared, revealing an image of a half asleep Vivian with her tousled hair and tired smile. "Hey," she said, voice soft. "You alright?"
He nodded, eyes never leaving the screen. "I am. I'm sorry I woke you; I just… needed to see you. To talk to you."
"Don't be
It was here. He could go home.
He looked back at space where the cabin was, looking at Vivian who was standing in the door way, still in his shirt and wearing a sad smile. "You can go home," she said softly.
"I… still have to refuel," he said.
She nodded and watched eagerly as he opened the cargo door to pull out the fuel E'lira had included. Her eyes were wide as she peered inside the ship, taking in the dials and meters. "It's so big inside," she murmured, running a hand along the door panels.
"It can seat at least two people. People my size," Carver replied.
He made the task last as long as he could, but finally he knew he had to go. Vivian had put his bag inside the ship and was standing there, biting her lip with anxious eyes.
"Be careful," she said, flinging herself at him and holding him tight. "I know he's your brother, but just. Be careful."
"I will. And you take care of yourself. Remember to sleep and not stay up all night fiddling with things, alright?" Struck by a sudden idea, Carver let her go and then ducked into the transporter, returning with a com device. "Here. I want you to keep this. Then we can talk to each other while I'm gone. You'll have to modify it to work with human charging ports, but I know how much you enjoy that sort of thing."
She smiled fondly at him and hugged the tablet sized device to her chest. "I do. What about yours, though? It's been modified as well."
"I like it that way," he said. "I can get someone to make it work both ways when I get home. There's enough of a charge to get me back to where I need to be. And this will make me think of you."
"I'll be thinking of you either way," Vivian said softly.
Carver couldn't help himself after that. He leaned down and grabbed her up, crushing her against his chest as he kissed her thoroughly. If anyone happened to wander by and see them, it would look very strange indeed, but he didn't care. All he cared about was imprinting the feel and taste and smell of this woman into his senses so he would keep her with him while he was gone.
She kissed him back with just as much fervor, just as much passion, clinging to him with one hand while she held onto the com device with the other.
When they finally parted for breath, she was wide eyed and dazed, and she smiled at him one more time, trailing a hand down his chest. "Be safe."
"Stars guide you, Vivian," Carver whispered softly, grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. He took a deep breath and pulled away, getting onto the ship and letting the door close. He then waited for the sensors to stabilize the pressure and register the fuel so it could take him home.
Carver hadn't expected to feel like this. Like his loyalties were torn by leaving. The Sitheri were his priority. They always had been, and now that he was their leader and quite possibly the only thing standing between them and war with the Des'kos, they had to be first in his mind more than ever.
But there was no denying that as he got farther and farther from the little cabin in the middle of the field and the woman he had left behind there, a part of him wanted to turn around and go back.
He'd never been selfish a day in his life, though, so he knew he wasn't going to do that. He was going to keep moving forward and fix the mess his brother had landed their people in.
There was another twelve hours or so left in his trip back to Khaosali, when he couldn't take it anymore.
Carver pulled out his modified com device and punched in the frequency number for the one he'd given to Vivian. It was likely very early on Earth, but he needed to see her and speak to her to settle his nerves.
The connecting screen ran for a while and then cleared, revealing an image of a half asleep Vivian with her tousled hair and tired smile. "Hey," she said, voice soft. "You alright?"
He nodded, eyes never leaving the screen. "I am. I'm sorry I woke you; I just… needed to see you. To talk to you."
"Don't be
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