Alien Urges & Affection: When Misty Fell for Shell

Chapter 8 Choices

Misty walked closer to him, and immediately batted the cushions to one side from out of his lap. As Sheldon blinked in surprise, Misty quickly crawled back onto the couch, and then right on top of him. Realizing what she was doing, Sheldon sat up straighter and put out his arms towards her. He thought he should do something, but then realized he did not know what. Misty made him nervous but he certainly did not want to push her away. He wondered what she was going to have him do next and if he should try to slower her down a bit.

Misty giggled at the movement and caught his arms in her own. She held him firmly in her grip, using his body for balance as she maneuvered herself back on top of him, and sat back down in his lap, this time with nothing separating them except their clothing. As soon as her rump made contact with his groin, she moved her legs around his middle and locked them together once more behind him, holding to him tightly. Then Misty leaned forward, let go of his arms and wrapped her own arms around his back, hugging herself to him. She had effectively latched onto him like a straight-jacket and had him in a tight grip.

Sheldon's arms were behind Misty's back, completely unsure where he could touch to pull her off of himself, and not knowing if he should be trying. Misty rested her chin just bellow the side of his neck and pressed her bare chest into his own white t-shirt covered one. Then she laid her cheek down on his shoulder and let out a soft purr into his ear.

"I said I was getting up," she whispered in a sly teasing tone. "I didn't say I was going away."

She sagged into him, suddenly feeling weary. The relief in her breasts was tremendous, and he felt *so* nice to lean against, even if she was more clinging to him than leaning. She simply sat there for a moment, breathing peacefully and resting on him. Beside getting comfortable, Misty was also trying to calm the subtle but pervasive warmth she felt throughout her body. Watching Sheldon suckle on her nipples had been very arousing, along with the feel of his hands and lips on her bosom. This, combined with her general desire for the touch of someone special, was making her feel decidedly warm and she did not want to be overly aggressive with Sheldon. Not just yet.

Sheldon sat rather stiffly with Misty on his lap. He eventually lowered his arm and placed them on her back in places he hoped were fairly neutral. A fleeting thought came to him that he could reach down and rest them on her shapely butt, however he shooed away the idea. He was very sure she was teasing him or flirting with him or both. There was the very slightest of chances that she was not. She had demonstrated a casualness with him in the past that had very much surprised him, like when she had first massaged his chest.

Also she genuinely had needed someone to suckle her milk... well her "honey" at any rate. The thickness of her breast honey would have made milking by other methods very difficult. Still, with the way she was acting, smiling at him and suddenly being so... "happy" about everything, he was sure that this was no mere friendly favor, despite its practical benefits. Now she was sitting on his lap again, with her top off. The feel of her breasts pressed into his chest made him sweat and had him flying at full mast below the waist once more.

Misty shifted on Sheldon, wriggling her butt slightly. Sheldon's erection twitched at her movement. Misty grinned widely. Sheldon saw it and wondered if she knew or had noticed what she was sitting on. He felt his face redden from embarrassment. Only thin layers of fabric separated their genitals from touching. God, he could feel the heat from her bottom on his erection!

"Shell," breathed Misty in his ear. "Would you take off your shirt?"

Sheldon felt his heart give a great jump in his chest. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and he was aware that he felt renewed warmth flush his cheeks. She had asked him to take off his shirt! What did she want? What was she going to do? More importantly, what was HE going to do? He thought he had been calming down since they had finished the milking, but now things seemed to be going in another direction. Misty was acting so... so... well... so *friendly*. She had been cuddly in the past, like at the dance, but not like this, not wrapping herself around him like an overzealous Christmas ribbon, and while she was topless to boot!

Sheldon's mind struggled to find some answer to what was going on. It seemed obvious that she was dropping none too subtle hints that she wanted to get physical with him, and just how far she wanted to go he could only guess. Warring with this conclusion was his firm belief that Misty, being a very pretty and lovely girl as well as being a crime-fighting superhero who could get herself any number of handsome boys, would certainly NOT be looking for some loving from Sheldon never-been-kissed-or-had-a-date-in-his-life Lee.

While waiting for his answer to her request, Misty let out a small purr and gave the side of Sheldon's neck a playfully kiss. Shivers ran up and down Sheldon's spine as he stiffened in his seat, both figuratively and literally. This seemed to give Sheldon a voice to say something through his confusion and nervousness.

"Um, Misty... I don't think that's a good idea..." he managed to squeak, his voice sounding unusually high pitched.

Misty lifted her head off his shoulder, and leaned back to bring it into Sheldon's view. Her face was very close to his because she would not remove her arms from around him, and she looked at him directly in the eyes with their noses almost touching.

"Why?" she asked in a tone that somehow managed to imply both playfulness and seriousness.

"Well, uh, you see..." Sheldon trailed off, unable to give a concise answer of what he thought.

In fact, he realized, he was not able to give any answer why he could not take off his shirt. He certainly could not get any more nervous or embarrassed than he already had been tonight. Well, not easily anyway. It was not like Misty had not seen OR felt his chest before. Unveiling himself was certainly not going to be embarrassing to Sheldon in the strictest sense. And if nothing else, Sheldon trusted Misty. She had seen his body before and she had not laughed at him then.

"Pah-leeze Shell." entreated Misty. She loosed one arm from behind him, and pushed her hand between the bodies to trace a single finger delicately over his chest in a very wanting fashion.

Sheldon gulped. He once again felt very trapped, though more by his own inability to decided what he should do or what he wanted to do, then by what Misty was asking him.

"Al-l-l-right." half croaked Sheldon, being unable to give a good reason not to, and not sure he wanted to give such an answer either.

Misty released him from her arms and when he tugged the cloth garment up his own arms and over his head, she helped him a little by pulling it off. Now that his chest was bare, she ran her palms over his very familiar muscles and skin. She let out an approving "Mmm," as she moved her hands over him. She pawed him for a good while, openly feeling his flesh, exploring it, touching it without shame.

If she had not be topless and literally locked into his lap, Sheldon could have believed she was giving him another massage. He tried to remain calm, which he only partially succeeded at, telling himself she had touched him many times before. He watched her every move, not sure what to expect.

"I love your skin Shell." commented Misty after a bit. "It's just so fun to touch."

"Really?" asked Sheldon in surprise.

"Yeah, it's so different all over. Some places it's rough, some places it's soft. Some places you've got these cute little hairs. Other places..." she traced a finger around one of his nipples, which caused small goose bumps to breakout around it. "...you get these little bumps. My skin doesn't do that."

Sheldon blinked. He had never noticed that about her skin. Granted, before that night he had never really touched Misty very much.

At last Misty let out a sigh and stopped fondling Sheldon's youthful chest. She leaned forward again, wrapped her arms back around him and they both leaned back into the plush couch together. She pressed her bare chest into his own bare front, making sure that he could feel her naughty pillows against his skin.

Sheldon gulped once more, which he seemed to be doing a lot lately. He was sure that the level of blushing he was experiencing was going to leave a permanent burn. Still, the sensation of her soft breasts smooshed into him was a fantastic feeling of softness.

Misty laid her head back down on his shoulder. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, blowing hot air against his neck from her nose. She smelled Sheldon everywhere around her. He was still sweating from nervousness and she got another odor mixed in which his scent that she was beginning to think might be arousal or at least a heightened body chemistry. It had a subtle undertone of musk to it.

As she laid quietly on him, she began to nuzzle the side of his neck with her nose, making indistinguishable contented noises. She really liked sitting like this. This closeness, this intimacy, it felt so nice, so very comfortable and relaxing. She knew Sheldon would not hurt her, not that he could really, but the thought that he never would try was more important. She knew he was not going to try to take advantage of her. He would have done so by now with all the chances she had given him. That had been a pleasant discovery. After finding out Sheldon was the Silver Shell, she decided he was not as predictable as she had previously thought. Still, he was being a real gentlemen this night, though perhaps a bit too timid. A girl likes a boy to be brave. But that was also part of his charm.

Sitting there enjoying this simple intimacy, with her naked chest touching his naked chest, Misty was once again beginning to feel tingly in her nether regions. Her nipples were already quite erect as it was. She wondered if Sheldon noticed. Coupled with the aura of relaxed closeness, the whole situation seemed rather erotic to her, the way they were half naked together.

It also seemed slightly romantic. They were not tearing each other's cloths off in a frenzy. The situation was not lust craven, though there certainly was arousal on both their parts. No, they were moving slowly, gently. It seemed romantic to be taking it like this, one step at a time. At least to Misty it felt like it anyway.

What should come next would be kissing. If she had not needed Sheldon to relieve her swollen mammaries, that would have come before being topless. Nonetheless, next Misty wanted Sheldon to kiss her. To gently press his lips to hers and they would drink in each other.

As Misty nuzzled Sheldon's neck again she knew he would not be bold enough to kiss her or even ask for it of his own volition. No, it was just not something that he would do. He was still not sure about her intentions after all, though most boys would have been trying to pursue their own interests right then. She had never declared to him what she wanted, or what she was going to do. He was being carried along, getting one surprise after another.

She would have to make the first move for kissing. But that would ruin it. If she just kissed him out of nowhere, the feeling would not be romantic anymore. No, she wanted *Sheldon* to kiss her.

"Shell," said Misty softly at his ear.

"Yeah." breathed Sheldon, sounding rather nervous.

"Would you kiss me?" asked Misty.

Sheldon blinked. As if everything else was not clear enough, this was indisputable. Misty was not doing this by mistake, she was doing this for real. She had left her shirt off, sat in his lap, taken off his shirt and touched him. Now she was asking him to kiss her. Sheldon bit his lip knowing he had absolutely no experience with kissing at all. He had never ever even come close. His lips twitched as his natural candor nearly said just as much, but he held back.

Misty was asking HIM to kiss her. The idea of kissing was... appealing to Sheldon, in the sense that it was supposed to be *very* fun. He really did not know if he liked it or not, having never tried it. But he was sure he liked the idea of kissing Misty, though intellectually he was not sure why. He... he just could not refuse such a request. No, not for her. He would have to do it. He would do it. He was going to kiss her, and pray he was good at it.

Sheldon shifted his sitting and turned his head towards Misty on his shoulder. She pulled herself back a little to give him room. He blinked nervously at her. How was he supposed to do this? Misty smiled, watching Sheldon steeling himself for the task. She moved close, shut her eyes, bent her neck slightly, and waited.

Sheldon saw what she did and he paused to look for a brief second. Then he leaned forward himself until his lips were lined up with hers. His heart was thumping hard in his chest. He did not know it but Misty's heart was beating fast and hard too. He could feel her breath on his face. He tilted his head to one side, and moved forward the rest of the way as he closed his eyes, praying their lips would meet. They did.

Misty was Sheldon's first kiss. He had been on target with her lips, though perhaps not completely centered. She centered their lips and pressed against him lightly. He was over conscious of making mistakes and did not respond much. Still, he maintained their connection.

Misty slowly pressed forward more, creating greater contact between them. After a moment, they finally broke apart. Misty looked at Sheldon with a broad smile on her face. Sheldon looked back, smiling sheepishly. He had done! And he had not screwed up.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a little less nervous anymore, as if something unclear had finally become visible. This seemed to clench everything for him and it was so obvious to him now that he and Misty were going to do something. He could stop worrying about screwing up anymore. Even if he was not perfect, she would not run away or laugh at him. For him, the kiss had sealed whatever was going on here. He knew she cared.

His gaze flickered up to her eyes and then immediately back down. He was panting slightly. That almost caused Misty to giggle at his cute winded expression. She also noticed as an afterthought that she could taste 'honey' from his mouth.

After a moment, she leaned forward again and he responded by doing the same, meeting her half way for another kiss. Sheldon was less timid than last time and he pressed back a little when Misty pressed forward. Over the next half hour they continued to kiss and makeout. They said nothing. They just occasionally looked at each other with silly grins.

Each time their lips met, Sheldon seemed to lose more of his apprehension. Maybe it was because they were finally doing something together mutually, instead of the actions being led on one side. He kept his slightly sheepish expression, and that little grin got bigger, though by the end he was more often panting that smiling.

Misty coaxed Sheldon more each time, trying to make him understand that when she kissed him she wanted him to respond with the same intensity. Between her presses and withdraws, sighs and moans, slowly he seemed to grasp this and eventually he showed a little initiative of his own.

After a long while Misty tried some French kissing on him, though that was not what it was called on her home world. When she first stuck the tip of her tongue into his mouth, she worried he might nip her. But he had simply halted, wondering what she was doing. She touched his own tongue with her own, playing with it, enticing it to come out into own mouth. Sheldon soon seemed to get the idea and quickly they each were enjoying the feel and taste of the other's tongue.

The tongue kissing was enough to strongly arouse both of them, Misty becoming rather wet as time went on and Sheldon found himself painfully hard once more. It did not help that by the end, Misty was not holding back anymore and was moaning as she pressed into his lips with full force. Every time she moved Sheldon felt it through her rear which was still firmly planted on his groin. Sheldon was sure their was no way Misty could not notice his raging hard-on underneath her.

Finally Misty broke away panting. Kissing Sheldon had been romantic at first, but now it was down right erotic. The tongue play had taken her from a steady warmth to a smoldering need. She wanted more.

She let go of Sheldon's body with her arms, then leaned back and grabbed his hands. She placed his palms back onto her breasts, and smiled. Sheldon blinked in surprise. Misty moved her own hands, resting on top of Sheldon's, massaging her breasts slightly through his fingers, hinting to him that she wanted him to play with her. As she did so, she wiggled her rump a little on him, to teasing him and to let him know she was ready for more than just making out.

Sheldon got the hint. He moved his hands on his own, cupping her breasts, then tracing his fingers over the sensitive purple skin. He had already touched them that night, but not like this. No, he knew she wanted him to touch her. With his curiosity aroused, among other things, he took note of how the flesh felt to him, how her nipples felt when he caressed them, held them, even pinched them slightly. Misty made appreciative moans and gasps as he touched her and he tried to remember what got better reactions.

After a moment of fondling, Misty resumed their kissing. Sheldon's hands slowed as their lips met again, but Misty moaned and grab back of his hands with her own. She once again fondled her own breasts through his fingers, indicating he was supposed to keep petting her and playing with her tits while they madeout. Sheldon willingly obliged.

Misty for her part wrapped her arms around Sheldon's back and head. She caressed the large smooth expanse of his pink skin with her fingers, sometimes gently trailing her fingertips down his back, other times lightly scratching his skin with her fingernails in an erotic manner. Meanwhile she also tried not to kiss so intently as to take all of Sheldon's attention and cause his hands to stop. Soon both their bodies glistened slightly with perspiration.

After a few moments of this, Misty realized that though it felt very good, they were both building up and would need to move on. But she had to say something. Even if they managed to go all the way without much talking, it would not get her much closer to what she really wanted, what she really needed. She needed to tell him.

"Sheldon!" Misty gasped suddenly, a little short of breath from Sheldon's tender handling.

"Yes Misty," he panted back.

He looked at her and saw that her expression had assumed a serious look. He let go over her breasts, rather reluctantly. He moved his hands down and held her waist on both her sides, no longer feeling so nervous about touching her. He waited for Misty to continue.

"I... I've... gone into heat." she told him after a moment, not making eye contact as she said it.

Sheldon held his hands still and blinked in surprise. Heat...? Heat...! That explained a lot.

His mind raced, making several very quick connections for the situation. Maybe that was why she was doing this with him? It would make sense. After all, she was probably just going after him because he happened to be the nearest guy around. That was why she had suddenly started to put the moves on him. She probably had not found the time to get a hold of someone hunky. He was the nearest male that she knew after all.

At these thoughts, Sheldon felt the first creeping sensations of depression tickle the back of his mind. He suddenly realized that though he had not only just received first kiss, and several others, and touched Misty that night, maybe it did not mean as much as he had thought.

"And... because I'm in heat..." continued Misty haltingly. She was nervous, as well as trying to choose the right words, which was not easy. God, she was actually saying this to a boy! Her boy, if she was lucky. "I...uh, need to choose a mate."

When he heard these words, Sheldon's attention snapped away from his thoughts to focus completely on Misty. The word 'mate' in particular sparked a memory, a recent memory. Just a day ago Misty had asked him how a girl tells a boy that she wants to....

"Sheldon, I want *you* to be my mate." finished Misty, turning her head to make direct eye contact with him.

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Sheldon was completely stunned and at a total loss for words. His mouth fell open slightly. He simply stared with eyes unblinking back at Misty. Was this real? Had she really asked him that?

"Uh..." he said at last, which expressed the general coherence of his thoughts at the moment.

"Shell, I know I'm asking a lot." said Misty, still looking deeply into his eyes. "I mean, I know you still like Jen. But... she's um,... Jeez, I don't know Shell, but she doesn't... not like... like...."

She faltered, unable to finish the sentence. She reached up with one hand and brushed it against his face in a soothing gesture. "I... I don't know how you really feel, Shell... about her. I've never liked someone... like that... before... until now."

Sheldon blinked in surprise. Did she mean him?

"I don't know about love or anything, but I... I like you Shell. I don't understand it all, but I do...." she continued. "Shell, would you mate with me? Will you... be my mate?"

Thoughts swirled in Sheldon's head at this revelation. This could NOT be happening. No girl could like him! Especially not someone as beautiful as Misty! He was just a wimpy geek, a damn good mechanical and robot technician, but still a geek.

"Misty..." he started, then suddenly his mouth got ahead of his mind and it when on saying, "You can't be serious. I mean... I'm just... you can have any boy you want. I mean, you're beautiful!"

The second after he expressed this out load, Sheldon mentally berated himself for being so candid with his feelings. He practically could have slapped himself he felt so annoyed that he had said that. He believed being honest was important, but still....

Misty smiled widely at the compliment. "I know the boy I want." she said, and placed a hand on his bare chest.

"But, you deserve someone better! Someone you can do cool superhero stuff with! Someone who's... who's... who's good looking!" stammered Sheldon, the last remarking stinging to say. Even if he could not have Misty or Jenny because of his looks, it did not make talking about it nice.

"Shell," said Misty, moving her hand up to cup the side of his face with her palm. "I want you."

"But--"

"NO! You ARE someone I can do cool superhero stuff with. You are someone who's *very*..." she paused to run a hand over his chest and then purred back, "...good looking."

Her voice rose slightly in subtle intensity with each word as she spoke. "I know what I should have Shell, and I know who's *worthy* of me, and I know what I want. And. I. Choose. You. Sheldon!" She spoke his name at last with great emphasis in her voice.

She paused to slowly smile sweetly at him. She had been waiting all night to say those words.

Sheldon, for his part, felt his chest swelling up with the same happy pressure he had experience when Misty had danced with him. She thought he was cool! She thought he was good looking! When he heard the words 'And I choose you Sheldon' he felt so good inside he knew that he had reached a new level of joyful experience in his life. She was not doing all this because of hormones! She was not doing this because he was simply the nearest boy. She had picked him! Him! She cared about him. She liked him! Sheldon felt exaltation at these words the likes of which he had never felt before. A GIRL LIKED HIM!

"The question is," continued Misty, her words interrupting his happy thoughts, "will you choose me?"

Sheldon's eyes had been wandering aimlessly as his thoughts had ballooned in joy, but now they focused completely on Misty's face, so close to his own.

"Sheldon, will you have me as your mate?" asked Misty as he looked at her.

At that moment, sitting there with Misty on his lap, her arms around him and his own holding onto her waist, Sheldon realized that he had more power than he had ever held before in his life. She had confessed to him. She had told him everything. Even when he had given her a chance to take back her words or to choose otherwise, she had told him again that she wanted him.

He could not have known but his reluctance had given Misty strength, given her something to fight against, thus making saying her words easier. Hearing her say that she chose him had made him feel happier than he had ever been. Now she was truly open. Now she was vulnerable. She had held nothing back, all she could do now was wait to see if he would chose her, like she had chosen him. Now it was his moment to decide.

Sheldon realized that Jenny, though she had made him swoon at her innocence and her beauty, at her charm and her power, and even her laughter, had never made him feel joy like Misty just had done. Jenny had never made Sheldon feel so good about who he was. Like he was someone worthy of being. Like he was someone that some girl, somewhere out there in the world, wanted.

No, Jenny had never made him feel this JOY. She had palpitated his heart and his hormones in oh-so many ways, mostly all with no ill intents. But Misty... Misty had just made him feel true and pure joy for the first time over the fact that he was a young boy named Sheldon Lee. That was not the only thing Misty had made him feel in the last few weeks. She had made him feel confident, appreciated, admired, proud even, and happy. Many things Sheldon usually got in small supply. She had made him feel arousal too, in ways not even Jenny had done, though granted she had never sat on his lap topless. Misty had even been more intimate with him merely talking in the last few weeks than Jenny ever had been.

Sheldon looked into Misty's lovely lavender face and saw that her eyes were quivering, waiting for his answer. Sheldon knew what he felt now. Misty had just given him everything he had ever wanted, and she had also given him something he had not known he wanted. She had given him joy. Sheldon did not think he knew what love was, but he was certain all of this had be a big part of it.

"Misty, I want you to be my mate." said Sheldon at last. It certainly was not a normal human answer, but it seemed like the right thing to say, especially with how she had asked him.

"Oh Sheldon!" cried Misty and threw her arms around him in a tight hug, the corners of her eyes welling up with tears in an very non-typical manner for her.

Sheldon had time to give a strangled "Urk!" before she released him and had him in a deep kiss. The memory and feeling of that kiss was something that both Sheldon and Misty would treasure for the rest of their lives.