Out Of This World..
Della hummed loudly to herself, rocking back and forth as she stood by the door of her room, waiting for her girlfriend Penumbra; a tall, strong and admittedly attractive alien from the moon. The duck had loaned Penny a change of clothes, a simple black tank top and ripped jeans. It was simple, and not exactly what Della was originally going for, but Penumbra had refused every other outfit, calling them "too much" and "insulting."
Della laughed it off as always, always finding amusement in how serious she could be. Others most likely would be put off by that, but she knew better. She saw past Penny's cold exterior. After all, she had saved them from Lunaris! Only someone as cruel as he would, would choose to leave someone to die when they had the chance to save them.
"Ugh." The alien's voice was muffled behind the wall, but her annoyed and slightly reluctant tone could still be picked up. "Are the clothes on Earth always this.. irritatingly clingy?"
Della sighed, shaking her head as a small smile formed on her beak.
"You're.. probably just not used to it yet! Come on, Penny! Let me seeee.."
The last part she enunciated with a sing-songy tone, gripping the door knob between both of her hands. It had only been some minutes, but she couldn't wait any longer.
"Fine, fine. But if we both agree that I look ridiculous in this, then I'm taking it off immediately and changing back into my uniform."
Della felt a faint gasp in her throat as the knob began to turn, and she stepped back a safe distance, eyes widening as she prepared herself rather excitedly for the sight she was about to behold.
And what a sight it was, for as soon as Penumbra stepped out, that faint inaudible gasp became clear as day, and her beak was left agape.
The tank top hugged her body in all the right places, showing off the muscles Della frequently found herself staring at, not so different from this very moment. She didn't even want to get started on how well the ripped jeans complimented her hips, or the way she ran her hair through her hair, unsure of herself.
Della opened her mouth to speak, wanting to reassure Penumbra and tell her how beautiful she thought she was, even in a casual outfit such as this. Suddenly, she shook her head. The alien had been saying something since she stepped out, and Della had heard none of it.
"Well, say it! I know what you're thinking, so get that.. dumb, cute look off your face and just tell me. I can handle it, you know that. I think we can both agree.."
"You look.. incredible." Her voice was soft at first, but it didn't take long for a joyful bubble to form from her stomach and pop right out her throat as she started to laugh, catching Penumbra off guard completely. That was far from the reaction she was expecting. That was one of the things Penumbra found herself most.. fascinated by. How unpredictable the duck was.
"You. Look. Incredible!" She shouted it louder this time, like she wanted the whole world to hear. And in fact, a part of her even did. She wanted everyone to know how lucky she was, to have someone like Penny, to be able to say that they were together.
Penumbra's cheeks were dusted with a dark purple tint, and she couldn't help the sly smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth, despite how hard she refused for it to form.
"Sure, alright. Guess I can't argue with such a bold declaration."
Bending down to her knees, she ignored how itchy her top was, and how the jeans felt like it was digging into her skin and grabbed Della gently by her waist, pulling her into a kiss, a silent thank you.