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glared back at him, but she could see his point. She didn’t want to leave her current mutually beneficial relationship with an alien, to be taken into an unknown situation. At least the bedroom issue wouldn’t be too awkward since Morians didn’t have the whole female/male dynamic. Shrugging her shoulders at Markar, Rae simply said “Okay.”

    The Visitor
    Rae glared at Markar over their morning meal. This was the third night in a row she had hardly gotten any sleep. The big alien was a damn furnace. Every night the bedroom was so hot it was almost unbearable, and he kept tossing and turning whenever she finally started to drift to sleep. The only thing keeping her from chewing him out over the whole scenario was the fact that Markar looked even worse than she felt. It was obvious neither one of them was getting the kind of sleep they needed to stay on top of their game for the possible surprise guest.
    Sighing in disgust, she leaned back in her chair and waited for Markar to finish his meal. He was taking the whole never-leaving-her-side thing a little too seriously for Rae’s liking. The only way she got any alone time was when she went to the bathroom, and she had to fight for that right. There was only one more situation that she would demand being alone for, and that was showering. She had been putting it off as long as possible for the fear that Markar would insist on tagging along for that too, but she couldn’t stand another day without feeling clean.
    “I need to take a shower.” At her statement Markar paused mid-chew to glower at her. She watched as he slowly finished his meal. Rae didn’t want to push him further. They were both on edge lately, and she was saving all her fight for arguing for bathing alone.
    When Markar was finally done they both got up and headed for the bathing facilities in silence. Rae entered the room and turned around to see Markar enter it as well. She put one hand up to stop him from coming any further. “I don’t want you in here while I bathe.”
    He scowled down at Rae, but to her great surprise, Markar turned around and left without comment. It was a sign of how strained their relationship had gotten that they both could hardly stand talking to one another.
    Rae went over and checked to make sure the door was shut. There was no lock on it, but she peered out the small window to see that Markar had settled himself a little down the hallway. As if he could sense her gaze, he looked up at her and they exchanged one final glare.
    She took her time showering. She wasn’t sure when she was going to get another one with their whole situation. She was also just too tired to move fast. When she had finally finished, dried, and dressed herself, Rae turned to leave. Markar’s face was plastered to the small window in the door. It was such an invasion of her privacy, that Rae didn’t think before she stormed towards him and slammed the door into his voyeuristic face.
    It didn’t make the painful contact Rae was hoping for. Charging into the hallway, she was caught completely off guard when Markar swung her off her feet and pressed her against a wall with his body. She could hear his heavy breathing against her ear, and it ratcheted her heart rate even higher than it already was. She tried to push against his chest, but it had no effect, and when she started to struggle, she only became more aware that his hips were nudged tightly against the inside of her thighs. At that realization Rae came up out of her shock and was about to fight back in earnest when she heard Markar murmur against her neck. “Please, Rae! I do not know what to do and I feel as if I am dying.”
    Her hands paused from trying to search out ways to inflict pain, and instead settled on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?” she whispered back, as if afraid she would startle a wild animal.
    “I think I have fallen in love with you.”
    Before Rae could respond to that, Markar moved his head lower and licked her