Macon stood at the base of off ramp taking in her unearthly surroundings.  'Holy crap.' Her whisper died on her tongue as she surveyed the bustling city. It was illuminated like the Vegas strip, and the streets were filled with what she would have called hovercrafts the size of motorcycles.  It had been so long since she'd experienced the sheer awe of being part of something so much bigger than herself.  Longing for what had been, pooled in her chest. 

Chiss stood just in front of her waiting for her to take the first steps off the ramp. 

'So this was the capital city,' she thought to herself. 

It was amazing and scary and .... oh my word! She was on an alien planet. 

She could breathe the air, which was surprising in itself, but she didn't miss how there were humans mixed into the crowds.  They were barely indistinguishable from the Aturians.

After several deep breaths, she steadied herself and took a step onto the metal walkway. 

The city was unreal with it's structures that jutted up at impossible angles into the horizon, and it made Macon's head spin.

She could do this though.
As she managed to steady herself, her voice came out more excited than she'd intended.  "Shall we?"

A coy smirk danced at the corner of his mouth, and her eyes paused on his lips.  He was easily the most handsome male she'd seen in a long time even if he was alien. His eyes seemed to hold a warning, daring her to act on it as if he could read her mind.  His tongue traced his bottom lip as he turned and began walking.

Macon swallowed down the affect he'd had on her, and she followed behind him. 

She'd almost lost him a time or two in the large crowds that were headed in various directions. 

"This is us." Chiss said as he turned to see Macon's expression. 

The place was insane.  Perhaps the tallest of the buildings that she could make out in any direction.  It reminded her of platinum and gold spirals danced up the extinct of its sides into the clouds.  
They were greeted by an attendant at the door that did a facial scan before allowing them access to an elevator. 

Inside the elevator, Chiss stood as far away from Macon as was possible in the small space. 

The smell of her was making it hard for him to breathe. 

He held back all of the urges that forced their way to his mind as he leaned against the elevator wall.  The door swished open, and he took two long strides. 

Macon rushed behind him. 

Once inside, he headed straight for the cantor of mead that sat on his bar.  

This woman was irresistible. 

He could hardly control himself around her, and she was in his home. 

Of all the cruel things, this was the worst. 

Macon took a seat at the bar next to where Chiss stood drinking down his drink. 

"I may need a glass of that too!" She laughed. 

Her laughter caused a light feeling in his chest, and he found himself laughing with her.  

"Okay," he smirked. 
He took one of the waiting glasses and filled it only the slightest amount. 

She downed it like a shot. Her head spun instantly. 

"Woah, easy now." He said as she leaned back a little too much nearly falling off the stool. 

He grabbed at her keeping her planted on the stool. The contact jolted through them, and her head spun to meet his gaze.  His hands splayed across her back with a heat that burned into her chest, and he found that he did not want to move them. 

His eyes held hers captive as if he were seeing everything she was and would ever be. 
His expression was unreadable, and Macon's fingers made their way to his temple.  She trailed her fingertips gently down his smooth gray skin leaving a trail engraved in him.  Her thumb grazed his bottom lip, and it was heady feeling.  He instinctively licked them at the unexpected contact.
She knew they hid something that resembled fangs, and her heart sped at the memory.
It was fascinating and terrifying all at once. 

Suddenly he tensed, and Macon froze in place.

Moments passed, and he took in a breath. 

Instead of fear, Macon felt a curiosity to explore this beast of a man.