Kiss Me Again
Author's note: I wrote this scene as a Valentine's Day thank you for all of you wonderful, wonderful readers and fans of
the Dating an Alien Pop Star universe. It was partly inspired by Kiss Me Again by Villins. I hope you enjoy it! **This takes place just after the Alien Pop Star series**
“Daisy? Daisy, wake up,” a voice says, from somewhere far away. I'm in the middle of an intense dream about an evil talking doll who is trying to sell me teeth whitening strips, and just as the doll opens its mouth and shows me rows of pointy, white teeth, I'm jostled back into the real world. “Daaaaaisy. Psssst. Daisy.”
I open my eyes and see a sparkly blue plague doctor mask, and promptly scream.
“Gods! Daisy, it's just me,” Griffin grumbles from behind the bulky mask. He sits back on his heels on the bed, propping his hands on his hips. “You act as if I'm some horrible creature who's sneaked into your room to scare you.”
“Why are you wearing that thing?” I demand, trying to catch my breath. It's not every day that my waking life is scarier than a dream about a talking doll selling teeth whitening strips.
At this, Griffin pauses and blinks at me. His pouty mouth purses in concentration, and then he clears his throat. Inexplicably, he's wearing a fluffy purple feather boa around his neck, and a pair of black silk pajamas with the terrifying mask. “Well, I didn't think you'd see them while I still had my clothes on, Daisy, but--”
I point at his face, still cringing away. “The mask! Why are you wearing that scary ass mask?”
“Oh!” Griffin relaxes visibly, snickering to himself. “I thought you meant the edible underwear I'm wearing.”
Now it's my turn to pause in concentration. Edible underwear? Is any of this even real? Maybe I'm still asleep, smack in the middle of the trippiest dream I've ever had. Just in case, I lay back down and close my eyes.
“No, Daisy, don't go back to sleep! It's Valentine's Day!” Griffin says, and I open one eye to check if he's still wearing Elton John's pajamas and a horror movie mask.
Yep, he is.
“Alright, I'm awake, but you have to take off that horrible mask. It's worse than anything I've ever seen you wear, and that's saying something.”
Griffin pulls the mask off immediately, maybe worried that his lack of compliance could end in an unsuccessful first Valentine's Day celebration together. “I thought everyone wore sexy masks on Valentine's Day for their lover,” he says, setting it aside but leaving his hand lingering over it. “I saw loads of masks in the window of Valley of Love...” He gives me a hopeful look.
“And did any of them have that bird beak thing attached to them, Griffin Valentino?”
He shakes his head, but doesn't look happy about it. “I found this one in a cool costume shop near there.”
I glance at it again, noting that some of the blue glitter has fallen off of it and taken up residency on the blanket of our luxurious hotel bed. “It was covered in glitter when you bought it?”
“No, I added the glitter. Dev helped me.”
“Oh really?” I find this hard to believe, not because Dev isn't easily roped into Griffin's antics, but because Dev doesn't seem like the type to touch glitter under any circumstances. Griffin's best friend is a man of minimalist, sharp taste. “Did he help you voluntarily, or did you coerce him into it?”
Griffin rolls his eyes. “Of course I did. You know how much Dev hates glitter. And the wanker laughed at me when I told him what I was using it for. But he's the one who's always talking about masks!” He picks the mask up and offers it to me for inspection. “Anyway, I poured glue on it and then rolled it in blue glitter. Thought it made it more special for you. Would you have liked pink or gold glitter more?” All at once, he seems so apologetic and clueless that I start laughing.
“The glitter is... very nice, Griffin. It's the mask that's freaking me out. If you ever want to pick out a sexy silk mask for us, that's fine, but that thing... belongs somewhere else. Preferably not within two hundred yards of me.” I stretch out and move closer to Griffin on the bed, taking his face in my hands. He gives me a disappointed pout, so I plant a light kiss on his lips. “Trust me... a nice silk mask would be something we could use in a lot of very fun ways.”
At this, Griffin lights right up. When I say lights up, I do mean that literally. My alien sometimes does this thing where he just glows like he swallowed ten lightbulbs, or found a really popping highlighter. It's endearing, even if sometimes it makes me a little nervous when it happens in public.
“I made you something for Valentine's Day,” Griffin says, chasing my lips and giving me another kiss.
“Is it the candy underwear you mentioned? I'm still confused about that.”
“Don't be daft, Daisy, I didn't make those! I bought them at Valley of Love.”
I giggle at his indignant tone, and tug on the feather boa around his neck. “Okay then, what did you make me?”
Griffin leaps off the bed and runs out of the room like there's a fire. This gives me a few seconds to try to stretch and attempt to finish waking up. I've never had a proper Valentine's Day, so I'm no expert, but I'm still fairly certain this is a strange way to start the holiday.
But then, when your lover is an alien, what do you expect?
When Griffin returns, he's holding something behind his back and grinning wide. He climbs back up on the bed, wriggling closer to me and then motioning vaguely with one hand. “Close your eyes!” he says, keeping his other hand behind his back.
I close my eyes, sighing. Knowing Griffin, he's probably gone out and dropped an insane amount of money on something unnecessarily extravagant. He and Dev have almost no concept of what Earth money is worth, and can create an endless supply of the stuff without much effort. This means that Griffin blithely buys outrageously expensive items without even thinking about it.
So what will it be this time? Jewelry? Keys to a car that neither of us will ever be able to drive on his home planet, or in New York City? A designer dress? A priceless vintage tea cup?
Something impossibly lightweight falls into my hands, and I instinctively tighten my hand around it to keep it from falling. “Can I open my eyes?” I ask, confused. What could weigh that little?
I hear Griffin's voice by my ear, soft and full of warmth. “You can open your eyes now.”
A pink paper heart lays across my hands, sparkling with globs of gold and silver glitter glue, and marked with beautiful script handwriting that says, “Happy Valentine's Day, my Waandaa.”
When I look up, Griffin's staring back at me, eyes as wide open as his heart always is. He swallows, whispering, “Do you like it? I made it for you. I know you've had many Valentine's Days, but this is my first... I hope I'm doing it right.”
Very carefully, I set the sweet little paper heart aside and tackle my alien to the bed, covering his face with kisses. He laughs under me, wrapping his arms and legs around me. “I love it. No one has ever, ever given me such a sweet and thoughtful gift,” I say, capturing his mouth for a lingering kiss. “And you know... this is my first Valentine's Day too.”
Griffin stops laughing, looking up at me in surprise. “What! But you've lived here your whole life!”
“Well, I made some valentine's cards in school. And my mom always gives me candy for the holiday. And one time my aunt gave me $50 because she felt bad that I was alone. But yeah, this is my first real Valentine's Day with someone I love.” I kiss him again, getting a happy moan from my alien.
“So I didn't ruin it with the wrong mask?” Griffin pants, when we come up for air.
“We'll pick out a mask together next time, okay? But forget the mask. Forget all of that. You made something for me, you wore ridiculous candy underwear, and you wore a boa... what more could I ask for?” I brush some of his dark hair back from his forehead. “That card is so sweet. And your handwriting is beautiful...I had no idea.”
Griffin's face takes on that special smarmy quality he saves for situations exactly like this. “So... would you like to see the candy underwear? I could show you...”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Sure, you can show me in a minute. For now, just kiss me again.”
As Griffin goes in for the kiss, he whispers, “But just so you know... that was Dev's handwriting. My writing is rubbish, so I made him do it for me.”
Of course. Griffin Valentino, ladies and gentlemen.
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