Warning: Adult situations

She awoke slowly, eyes fluttering in her pleasurable delirium.

What was she doing here... and why was she inebriated... Her head lolled softly to the side as she blinked, eyes adjusting to the candle-light. She felt a cool cloth being dabbed down her neck and the top of her cleavage. Oh yes, she had been wearing that dark sun-dress with the low-cut v-neck. But that was the one she had been saving for the day she thought she would meet...

Then it hit her.

Eugene!

She sat up on one elbow, head spinning. Almost immediately, there were hands on her shoulders... or rather claws, laying her back down gently.

"Eugene...?" she questioned as she looked up into the golden eyes. He was straddling her, leaning forward and patting her face gently with the cool cloth, just as he'd seen others do. He nodded, acknowledging her. As predicted, she was fine. Perhaps now he could finish this. He set the cloth aside, purring as he leaned in close. She wasn't screaming or flailing, so perhaps she was okay with him now.

She'd let him know if it was alright yet. He could at least try.

"Eugene... what are you-"
His right hand slid up and down the smooth material of her sun-dress at her hip, the woman starting at the sensation it evoked.

"Shh..." he leaned forward, left hand smoothing her dark waves back to get a better look and she inhaled sharply at his touch.

He purred. Oh how sensitive these creatures were. Somehow, just that knowledge alone was exciting. He reached back a little with his right hand, trailing his fingers up the smooth flesh of her thigh slowly, amused as her breath quickened. His hand reached further till it encountered another cloth, the last one before he found her. Gently, he lifted it with one digit, the others creeping beneath it ever so slowly. He had to be careful, very careful not to injure the soft creature. It would be a challenge to arouse something so soft without hurting it. He rubbed the back of his hand against the soft moist flesh it encountered and her breath caught. He made a motion with his hand, pressing into her a little and her expression turned to panick.

"No... please..." she gasped, voice trembling as she rose to her elbows once more.

He wasted no time in withdrawing immediately. On this planet, no really meant no and being too persistant too quick could ruin everything.

He stayed on hands and knees over her. There was no way he could do this without opening his mouth and speaking to her. Choosing his words thoughtfully might help. Reluctantly, he broke the silence.

"Calm... Helena..." She swallowed, expression still one of fear.

"I-... I-... " her brain was swimming in a sea of conflict. She wanted him, but at the same time was repelled.

That wasn't what he wanted. He paused for a moment. Perhaps he was too dominant for her. This position was possibly overbearing for the average human female. He was bigger than her afterall. The situation might call for a change to make her feel less threatened. Wordlessly, he lay on his back beside her. Before she could figure out what he was doing, he reached over, pulling her up to lie atop him.

She shook her head, getting her bearings straight, eyes shut as he adjusted her, pulling her tan legs to either side of his hips comfortably. Her hands were now planted firmly on either side of his torso, but she refused to lift her gaze to his face, opening her eyes and staring at the muscular chest. In his mind he could almost imagine a female from his own species, burning with raw passion above him, ready to ravage him in the hopes of bearing him a strong successor. He sighed. What picture did this human female paint, eyes closed, trembling above him... weak and nervous. She was so close to him like this, leaning over him, the warmth of her stomach pressed against his. He lifted his hands beneath the dress and to her waist, rubbing soothingly, the motion rocking her entire frame gently.

Surely this would help. Rhythmic motion always soothed this species... awakening some primal comfort and familiarity. She relaxed her weight a little more over him and he sighed. Only a loin-cloth separated his growing arousal from her. Still, he knew not to act.

Her heart was beating fiercely, he could hear it.

She was tense, he could feel it.

She was frightened, he could sense it.

But she was aroused, he could smell it.

If he played his cards right, he might be able to win her over sooner than initially assumed. He could wait for her to calm. His left hand came back up to rub her back a little. Her eyes moved to follow the hand nervously and he sighed after a moment of this. She wasn't trusting him the way she should be and his motions just weren't calming her the way they were supposed to. She was entirely too tense. His left hand came up to her face. Gently, he turned her face toward him, only her eyes, from what he could see, would not meet his own. Well that wasn't a good sign. She couldn't even bear to look at him.

"Helena... Look..to me..." his deep voice advised.

Her gaze travelled cautiously up his torso, before finally meeting his eyes. How could this be? It just didn't compute. What the hell was he? She tried to connect the letters with his words, to make sense out of the visual she was now encountering. She gazed into the golden, reptile-like orbs set back into the inuman face for a long time before opening her mouth.

"Eugene... I'm sorry, I just..." she tore her gaze away. "I need some time... Please.."

He nodded slowly. He didn't have all of the time in the world, but he could spare a few moments for her. He had to sacrifice some time if it was going to work and he was willing to do that.

Fine.

He released his hold on her, allowing her get up.