Soaking wet Mori arrived on the terrace in front of Torio's apartment and looked through the large glass front. His condition was good, as the fire spread inside him again and slowly made his clothes steam up. With a quick grip he turned the ring on his right index finger and felt the effect at the same moment.

"Wow, that's cool, ... really cool. I think about him ... and nothing happens. "You did something right once, Father. Thank you." Mori grinned broadly and rubbed his hands in anticipation, forgetting the fact that the double protection of his love was now less or not at all noticeable. So he entered the apartment and witnessed a seemingly harmless disagreement between his medium and the astronaut.

After April's vehement blinking of eyelashes failed to produce a satisfactory result, she became moody. The sneezing fits became more frequent and despite the hot tea she could not warm up. Torio was too tired to be overly friendly and refused the request to be her personal hot water bottle with a resounding "no". The invisible onlooker giggled into himself, but he was about to lose it. The blonde American stood up grumpy and reached for the handkerchiefs on the counter.

"I'm really getting tired of this," she rantled. "Do you think I don't know the games you play with my body experiments for your alien study? ...you're so naive!" April was in full swing and when she had wiped her runny nose, she approached Torio who wanted to back off but was already standing at one of the kitchen furniture with his wheelchair.

"What? Are you afraid of me? ... Ha, ha, ... maybe I'm some kind of stupid alien? "Hey Torio," she licked her full lips. "Sex with an alien would probably turn you on, wouldn't it?" Her fingertips slipped down his upper arms to his shoulders, over his neck into his blonde hair. "Come on sweetie ..." she demanded and turned the wheelchair towards the corridor, where Mori stared at the astronaut with big eyes and realized in horror that he was not noticed by his sweetheart. April pushed the man's wheeled vehicle and went on scolding: "You owe me, my dear. And now ... hatschiii! ...Ohh, I didn't put up with this for nothing, no." Just before Torio came across the cloaked Mori, he stopped abruptly. He wasn't afraid of the angry woman, the strong man could of course defend himself and he would, but what if she didn't want to stay anymore? The alien needed her shell, without April no Mori. As if his only the thought of him had made a call, he suddenly felt it, only slightly, but the blond man was sure.

"April, please... calm down. You're tired and you should go back to sleep. "You'll feel better tomorrow. I promise you, I'll make sure of it," Torio assured her and forced himself to smile.

"Ha, ha, ha ...", she laughed exaggeratedly shrill. "Then what are you doing with my sleeping body? Rub me with cooling gel, feed me chocolate ice cream that I hate and ... hatschi ... damn it, bathe me in ice cubes? ...hatschiii! ...No... this time it's your turn and I'm willing to go the alien route! ...you're gonna be floating in the seventh heaven. I guarantee it." The whole thing sounded like a threat and April tried to push the wheelchair forward, but the man in it turned to her with a swing so that she had to let go of the handles to avoid hitting the fridge.

"Enough, my dear! Calm down... it's not what you think, I..."

"My dear? My dear! What's wrong with you? You're a man, a sexy man! There's nothing wrong with having a little fun. Shit... you don't have to marry me for that!" A clink of wind behind her gave her a startled cry. Her teacup had fallen to the floor for no apparent reason. "Oh, God, what are you doing to me? I'm going to lose it if you ignore me any longer. She cried out again, thinking someone had blown in her neck. Hot and bittersweet!

"I'm going home!" The ailing voice almost stopped. "Call me a taxi, I can't stand it here anymore." This sounded resigned and tired already.

"April, ... wait, I'm sorry," Torio began as the American girl tried to get past him. "Just one more night. Please." Her mad look alternated between astonishment and murder.

"And you make love to me." That wasn't a question, it was a statement.

The hoarse voice irritated the astronaut for a moment, but he could feel Mori behind him, who carefully put an invisible hand on his shoulder. The additional protective shield made this possible without generating too much heat.

"You're forcing me to have intercourse? he asked amusedly.

"Arg... you stupid... stupid naive astronaut! ...I'll give you a chance to prove that you can get it up," she shouted angrily. "Everyone is talking about you, speculating about your non-existent love life. I wanted to prove them wrong, show them how wrong they are," she added more quietly. "But you are sick ... sick with all your studies and fantasies. ... I am gone, find another victim for your whole collection of refrigerated articles, hatschiii ..." With that she pushed herself out of the kitchen and would probably give everything to experience the next moments just where she stood.

While the depressed April packed her things, the alien sat down on Torio's lap. It was light as a feather, but still created enough pressure and friction in the right place. Slowly Mori leaned over to his human and breathed a kiss on his lips. With his eyes closed, the blond man tried to breathe calmly, his heartbeat racing like after a marathon he could never run. His fingernails bored into the tires of the wheelchair as it began to speak:

"Silly people... need proof... I knows it works..." the fine, soft voice literally sang into the astronaut's ear, filling all his senses with love and making his body shudder. The alien's long tongue licked over Torio's cheek, played with the golden ring in his earlobe and the hot breath tickled the victim's neck as he whispered his name. The reaction to this could not be ignored as Mori was invisible and the heat grew enormously. There was no second shield to help, they couldn't go any further.

That was a good thing, because the angry woman whirled back and forth in the apartment, collected clothes and toilet articles, put on some clothes and came back to Torio with all her belongings and the astronaut grabbed the first thing out of the kitchen shelf to hide his erection.

"Heee?! ...you're fucking crazy! ... What's with the frying pan in your lap? Are you gonna hit me with it or what?" Her voice went up in anger. She was, so to speak, on the verge of exploding. Torio just rolled his eyes in annoyance. She could make him do it, he didn't doubt it.

"Stop talking such bullshit. You're just tired and... nothing else," he tried to defuse the situation, but April was already at her limit and didn't want to go along with his appeasement.

"Phaa! At first you are trying to make me freeze and now you're frying me eggs? You'll be lucky if I don't sue you!" The doorbell rang and the blonde sneezed one last time, loud and wet, into the already used handkerchief. "I'm through with you. ... Let them get you, your hallucinations of aliens, with slimy green heads without hair, huge googly eyes and no nose. ... Have fun!" As she whizzed away, Mori couldn't resist giving her another pat on the ass. With a scream she ran out the door and didn't bother to close it again.

It was written all over the astronaut's face how exhausting and stressful this woman was for him. On the one hand he was happy to be rid of her, not to have to butter her up any more, but who would serve Mori as a medium now? He left the kitchen as quickly as possible, not without putting the pan back on the shelf first, as he didn't want to give her any false ideas.

"April! ...April, wait... it..." She had already got into the car and did not pay any attention to him. Only when the taxi drove off, the window opened and April showed a raised middle finger out.

"You're just a memory to me now. Go on ... and fuck yourself," she called out and gave the order to drive off.

"Ouch", a voice behind the wheelchair user said. "She's not coming back. Too bad." Torio slowly turned around. The dark circles around his eyes didn't look healthy, he was pale, his lips cracked and his look so sad that Mori sank to the ground in front of him and put his hands gently on his knee. "Torio, ... we don't need her anymore. We can manage without the American girl. ...come... look at me..." A pale shimmer lay over the kneeling creature in front of Torio's legs. The first thing that could be seen made the man look up in astonishment. The glowing feelers, which seemed to blossom like large purple dandelions, trembled on a brown curly head.

"Mori?" he breathed faintly.

"Yes ... it's me", the alien smiled shyly and the deep brown eyes shone with the tears of joy that formed inside. "I'm in a double shield, so I can be here without burning or hurting you. It won't last long, but long enough..." The slender fingers felt their way higher, pushed the shirt aside and smoothed it.

When the many small suction cups touched the bare sensitive skin on the hips, Torios whole body was tingling, vibrating with positive energy. Almost like during an electric shock therapy, tiny electric shocks flickered through his body and made the blond Russian moan.

"Ahh horny,... Morika... you are unique. Oh yes... but... stop! Stop! ...ah, damn it! Way too hot!" He pushed him off and rubbed the reddish parts of his body.

"Sorry," the alien innocently returned and stood up to calm the nervously twitching feelers. "I'm so excited and... and so ready to mate, but there's not much time left." Mori again knelt in front of the man in the wheelchair, but this time only on his right leg, and when you imagine this picture now, it looked like he was going to propose to Torio.

"Do you want to be an outsider for the rest of your life? A half-human and half-alien? Away from all the trivialities of humanity? In a new universe among worlds apart and shining stardust... united with me?" The full lips trembled as it spoke, with a voice that gave goose bumps on every part of the astronaut's body. Mori was so delicate and slim, the clothes still sticking wet to his arms and legs reinforced the impression that he was weak and helpless. Torio sighed heavily, stretching out his hand to the feelers, which immediately nestled up against them and made whirring noises.

"You are so perfect, Mori. ... What do you want with a cripple like me? I'm just a burden to you." The alien smiled seductively, grabbed the glowing antennas and wrapped them around Torio's finger.

"Is that a yes?

Before Torio could answer, the figure before him suddenly dissolved.

"Mori? What's the matter, Mori?

"Shhh..." the astronaut heard and felt a finger on his lips. "They are here. In three hours we meet at the small mountain lake in the northern part of the dome. The water will be our medium. When we are united, nothing more can happen.

"They? ...who do you mean?" whispered the man.

"Later... there is no time. I love you." Soft lips replaced the finger and a quick hot kiss was exchanged, then the alien disappeared. At the same moment Torio shivered, he felt something threatening, supernatural dangerous around him.

Kazmi's face turned purple red and his hands clenched fists so tightly that his white ankles came out. If five of his best men were not standing behind him, he would have screamed in desperation. But he had to keep his composure, not let on that he was in such a state of conflict. His eldest son had just escaped and the commander stood in front of the astronauts like an invisible force and tied off his neck, taking away his air to breathe. For a moment Torio felt as if he was floating in space without a suit and slowly but surely he suffocated. Heat rose up inside him and wicked sweat from every pore. His whole body began to tremble, he snapped desperately, like a fish on land, for the right medium to live on. His hands beat around him until he tipped forward, lost his footing and fell out of his wheelchair. A few meters he crawled away from the invisible, then his strength left him and he collapsed.

Kazmi rubbed his hands and disappeared with his entourage from the Russian's apartment.