I ran to my chamber quickly, shutting the bulkhead. My heart was racing. Did Scar's father know anything for sure or just think something was up? His father was cunning; he was part of the most skilled Yautja. If I was cool and casual from now on I'm sure I'd learn what he thought.
Scar did not tell me what time he'd come. He might have me waiting all night, only if he dared.
Sahara slips into a mesh bodysuit braced with netting, she sighs.
Maybe I am too hard on Scar. Things can't be any easier for him. Fighting our battles as a team then secretly being with me. What about Yakima? If she found out I'd be toast, first. Yet here I was feeling apprehensive for Scar if he didn't show.
Sahara plops down in her bedside chair. C'ntlip on the double that's what I needed. Sahara settles back in her chair and dozes off. Scar's claws dance over Sahara's cheek, she jerks alert by the feeling.
"Oh, it's just you. When did you arrive?"
"Only seconds." he says
"Did Yakima give you trouble?"
"She is asleep."
"Great, her seconds for me." I say.
"Why do you despise her?"
"You are not like her." I say
"I?" he asks
"Yes, that's why you should be with me."
"Are you superior to Yakima?" he asks
"Yes, in so many ways."
Scar draws close.
"If you are indeed the brawns, why don't you challenge her?"
The question pinches something in Sahara.
"The hell with you!"
Sahara's eyes bulge as tears flood her face. Scar goes to touch her but she jerks out of his grasp.
I am a warrior. Crying was a weak action. How can I keep Scar's respect while I'm whimpering like a baby? Damn respect! How much did he really have for me?
Scar roars filled with rage. He was not a Yautja male if he was willing to be pushed about by an Earth woman. She still needed to grow up and had not shed all of her useless emotions. Mating was what every female wanted, what more can this one want? His patience with her is slipping. There was no choosing on his part. If both females wanted him so badly then they should settle the dispute with a challenge as all other Yautja.
"Yakima will eat me alive. I can't fight her. I apologize for bringing you out tonight."
Sahara switches off her translator leaving it on the table, she collapses on the bed.
Scar tries to communicate but Sahara is hopeless she can't get a word without her translator box, but he knew one thing that she could always get.
Scar's clawed hand lands on Sahara's firm stomach. True, Sahara's actions were without reason but she was becoming more like him everyday.
Scar rubs in a circular motion shredding her suit with his nails, gaining better access to her soft skin. Sahara is outlined by the glow of the moon. She moves further up on the bed to make herself comfortable beckoning Scar to join her. What Scar saw in Sahara was different from the act she put on. In other eyes she was a hit and miss. In his eyes he admired her stand up attitude. She is a human that beat all odds, not only living among Yautja but hunting too. No matter how talked down to by others she always rose to the top, though Sahara never seemed to notice. That was the truth, his society gave her recognition but not near the amount she deserved. He can never tell her such things her pride was another weakness. How she had the power to even get him here he can not pinpoint.
His clawed fingertips raked across her breasts. Scar rubs Sahara's body, feeling her heat rise and knowing that he was causing this. Sahara moved ever so gently with her eyes shut, waiting for Scar to ravish her. He immediately goes to the task, on top of her now. His mandibles tickle her neck, he purrs in her ear. Scar boars deep giving Sahara the complete thickness of his manhood. She is overwhelmed with excitement, a moan on her lips.
Scar was always a dominating lover and that made Sahara tremble with bliss. He knows positions that Sahara could not comprehend; the Karma was no match for him.
I was bent and folded over in various ways, all provoked a harder climax. Intimacy wasn't all I lived for but it sure made me forget all other reasons.
Scar goes rigid in Sahara, she feels hot fluid run down her thighs.
Sahara breathes in the morning air. She opens her eyes to the day's sun. Scar's father is standing at the end of the bed, staring holes through her. A lump formed in my throat making it hard to swallow, my stomach lurched, shit was about to hit the fan. I had no weapons they were on the other side of the room. In order to get them I'd have to get past Scar's father. He didn't yell a battle cry, he did nothing.
I knew better than to rattle. Many past game plans would have been pissed away if I shook easily, so I mirrored his action and did nothing back. Scar's father turned to Scar after getting silence from me. The two of them clicked back and forth, quickly. Neither one seemed stressed. Scar collected his things, nonchalantly his father lead him out of my chamber.
I say to myself I think I am going to die a naked twenty three year old. The only traces of me left would be dusty bits of bone and ashes.
Quickly I dressed making sure I had my translator. If they were discussing me I want to have a say. Opening my bulkhead in a hurry I walked straight into Scar's father. He and Scar are standing right outside my door conversing.
"Sorry."
"This involves you." says the box
I had to take whatever he dished out but it didn't mean I couldn't speak my mind.
"Before you begin let me ask you a question. Does Scar really need your approval in order to be with me?"
His father narrows his eyes.
"The both of you know the consequences for your actions. I am in no way concerned with the personal lives of you or my son. I am here to inform of the upcoming hunt." The box goes quiet.
Oops, I just made a fool of myself.
"Go back inside." hisses Scar
I go back to my chair. Minutes later Scar enters ticked off.
"What is your angle? My father has respect and you nearly lapsed that with your rambling." says voice
I jump up from my chair.
"I was only trying to defend our relationship."
"Stupid human, you have no sense of direction."
"I bet you don't talk to Yakima this way!"
I am furious.
"She never speaks to me like you, she respects."
"Bull crap, Yakima never respects anyone. She needs you to help her breed strong sons and daughters. Don't you forget that's the only reason you are kept. By the time you pass she'll have the next strongest male in line."
Scar roars deep and slams his fist into the wall making the entire foundation shake. Sahara takes a few steps back unsure of herself.
"Get out." she sputters
"You are no one and nothing to question our ways!"
The speaker on the translator box is so loud Sahara is intimidated.
"And don't come back." adds Sahara
"I will never!"
Scar whirls around and leaves the chamber.
