Unfinished snippets

Felix could feel the muscles in his back tightening out of habit. Pretending not to notice, Carmen brushed an imaginary piece of dust off the shoulder of his white Armani suit and straightened his tie. She smiled hard, her painted lips parting to reveal ghastly white teeth.
"Behave yourself tonight, Whitman." She turned expertly on her blacks heels to glance at herself in the mirror. "This whole operation is resting on your ability to get chummy with McCormack." As she brushed passed him towards the door Felix tried and failed not to watch her hips. His mouth twisted.
"And what will you be up to, while I'm 'getting chummy' with Wallace?"
"With my date,"

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Felix grimaced. The air was filled with the stench of blood and bile and pain and he got the feeling that the blonde woman in front of him was thriving on it. She strode through the catacombs beneath the mansion, positively beaming with pride, jewelry glittering in the dim lights; her blue dress clung just a little too tightly around her swaying hips than was appropriate.
He hated it down there. It had always made his skin crawl. The stone rooms, covered in grime and something disturbingly slimy, were far too old to have doors, the wood long rotten away. There was a sudden, painfully high metallic screech. It was answered in turn by an inhumanely human scream.  

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Carmen straddled him, her short black dress slowly sliding up her legs. She could feel the tension in him rising as he blinked rapidly.
"Get off of me," he said as calmly as he could manage.  This brought a smile to her lips.
"Oh, but the fun was barely starting." She ran her hand over his hair softly, the soft click of the EKG machine setting the rhythm of her hips. Below the bed the gentle breathing and heartbeat of the unconscious orderly kept the machine beeping peacefully, despite the obvious rise in Felix's heart rate. "Now, we have to ask the question, do you want to feel this, or no?" She bucked her hips pointedly and waggled the button to his morphine drip in front of his face; she brought it back and let it bounce against her breasts.
"No," Her face was oddly blank as she heard this. He twitched and then relaxed when he felt her hand against his. She grabbed it and pressed his thumb on the button, leaning forward as she did so. Carmen's lips were soft and warm and wet against his, her tongue twisted inside his mouth. She pulled away and pecked his lips. Felix's green eyes met her brown ones.
"One day, Felix. One day you will,"     

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35.
Eira shivered, blinking tears back. Intense pain shot through her extremities and she clenched her teeth. Immediately they were around her, nurses in anti-bacterial suits; they patted her wrists and ankles with soothing lotions and the relief radiated up her limbs. Her mouth tasted musty and vile and she coughed while around her, her world began to fall apart. All of her hair was gone, every joint in her body had frozen up, she had massive organ failure and her body was racked with painful shocks from her short-circuiting nervous system.  The young woman took several deep breaths to steady herself, letting her head roll to the side. The calendar on the wall next to her hospital bed said that it was June 4th. Four months, she noticed with a wince, had passed since the First Contact.  
February 4th 2040.
Eira Melvin, 24, had gathered around the screens with the rest of her family, watching in a weird mixture of awe and terror as the strangers who had hovered above her planet for two months descended a long metal ramp. She watched on one screen as they shook hands with the President of the United States, on another screen, the President of Russia, and another, the Prime Minister of China. The leaders of the world exchanged gifts with the newcomers, who had smiled kindly and explained that their delay in contacting Earth was due to their desire to learn more about us before they came down. As they spoke to the leaders, their mastery of each language was shaky but understandable.
The Extraterrestrials- the President had urged the public not to call them "aliens"- were tinged slightly blue and taller than the average human; Eira could tell even with the shoddy quality of her family's electromagnetic-projection screens.
"Well then," her father said suddenly, snapping Eira and her mother out of their joined stupor. When he didn't say anything else Eira's mother sighed.
"Well what Michael?"
"Well, Jen, did you ever think you'd live to see the day humans met aliens?" He said softly, still staring at the screens.
"Extraterrestrials," Eira's blonde younger brother Mark said automatically. Their father pretended not to hear him.
"I mean, neither of us are even 50, and look. When I was your age, Mark, most people didn't even think that aliens existed."  Fifteen year old Mark gave his father a look, as if to say that he was crazy. "I'm serious. When I was your age, we hadn't even been to Mars yet! The lunar colonies seemed like the pipe-dream of some crazy scientist- and now look; mankind has made contact with aliens."
"Dad, when you were my age people still thought the earth was flat." The teenager said dismissively.
"Yeah, and dinosaurs roamed the earth." Michael said sarcastically.
"Hey Mike, look at this," Jennifer pointed to the byline of the U.S's screen. "It says that the Extraterrestrials want to set up events so that we can meet one another."
"Yeah? We should go," Eira said excitedly. Mark snorted.
"Like some sort of inter-galactic meet and greet? Sounds stupid. I mean, what if they're actually here to take over and brainwash us and turn us into guinea pigs for their twisted experiments?" His sister gave him a withering look. He put his hand up in defeat- the pads of his fingers glowing green from his fingertip video game. "Hey, you guys wanna go, by all means. Just know that after they suck out your brains I get dibs on the hover-cycle."