Blizzard Ch7 Bed
I didn't have any clothes. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. The prince had torn up my clothes (my best ones at that) and my other things were already off the ship and in his house, so I had nothing to change into. I watched him do up his netting and armor. He put on everything precisely, perfectly, like he'd done it a million times. And then, he grabbed my hand to lead me from the ship. I resisted, and with his strength, I almost toppled over.
He paused to look down at me with those intriguing red eyes. I really was starting to feel more and more self-conscious though, always seeming to be naked in front of menacing aliens. Moreover, I really did not want to stumble upon the king naked-the man gave me the heebie-jeebies. I strained in the prince's grip until he let me go and I went sprinting through the ship to his bed.
I jumped on top of the expanse of thick soft pelts and began looking for a suitable one to wrap around my body. And the next thing I knew the bed shook with sudden added weight and I had a hot alien hovering over me. He pressed his chest to my back and let out a low delicious grumble. The cold metal of his protective groin cup pressed up against my ass and his mandibles began to caress my neck.
He was seductive and sexy but I was just sort of worn out. I let myself roll to my back and shook my head at him. He growled, the low rumble vibrating through me. I reached up to feel a dangling strand of his hair, letting the ornate metal bands slide through my palm.
"I love you."
He tilted his head at me in question, and I sort of felt bad that he did not know the meaning of the words. I sighed. He tilted his head a little more. His mandibles twitched some and I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but then his face slowly lowered and his mandibles spread over my mouth and tongue slithered out and he kissed me. He lowered himself beside me and one of his sharply clawed hands trailed down between my breasts, down to my stomach, and lower still. I couldn't help but moan into his kiss as he touched me. My hips rose slightly with his strokes and I was amazed how good he was, having such sharp talons on his fingers. His mandibles moved away from my lips to allow me a breather and caressed my neck. He kissed the side of my neck to my collar bone. His fingers were getting deeper, my body getting hungrier. But when his mandibles hit a spot on the front of my neck it tickled so much I squirmed and laughed, shoving at his chest to get him to stop. He lifted himself away some, looking me over.
"...That tickles." I admitted shyly.
His head slowly tilted and he withdrew his hand from me. I bit my lip. He was confused.
I pointed to the front of my neck, "When you...it tickles.." I didn't know why I was trying. I had always been horrid at charades anyhow.
But he surprised me. His head lowered to do it again, his mandibles moving in a way that made me squeal and wiggle.
I quickly shoved him away, "Hey!"
His head tilted as he looked me over, and he made a strange light trilling noise. His mandibles were back on my neck before I could stop him. I thrashed and shoved at him, laughing, but he wouldn't budge this time. I shoved at his chest with all my strength but he simply shifted so he was above me, straddling my hips, and he pinned my wrists above me.
He continued until I was almost screaming with laughter, kicking around my legs uselessly, my throat raw and my stomach muscles sore.
"Stop stop stoooop!" I begged, my eyes watering.
He finally withdrew, and I stared up at him, my chest heaving.
"Lemme go." I moaned, tugging my arms in his iron grip.
When he shook his head, I almost died, my mouth dropping open in shock. His head began to lower again and I thrashed and tried to tuck in my head to cover my neck.
"No no please!"
I felt so helpless under him, even when I got my leg in to position to shove at his thigh, just to get him off balance, all my strength wouldn't get him to budge. I whined and struggled. Any more laughter was going to kill me. So when his face lowered to try and tickle me some more, I growled. It made him pause- just for a moment. He nudged and tickled my neck and I tried my best to hold in my laughter but I knew that was a loosing battle. So I bit him. I just bit him lightly but he jerked back in surprise
I gave him a wicked smile. I shouldn't have been smug though because he just bit me right back, right on my shoulder, leaving two red marks on top and a short row of marks on the bottom from his teeth. My mouth hung open in awe as I stared at the mark. Thinking he taught me a lesson, he continued to torture me, ticking the front of my neck. I turned my head away and closed my eyes to ignore him, but my toes were curling at how much it tickled. Laughter would soon be bubbling to the surface but the prince finally did stop.
I glared at him playfully.
"No." I scolded.
"Yes." He responded back. So he did know a few words.
"No." I said more forcefully.
"Yes "
"No."
"Ye-" a sudden beeping from his gauntlet sounded and the prince began hitting a few buttons. With him distracted and my arms free, I thought I might be able to slip away. I shoved at the bed to scoot out from under me but with a simple re-adjusting, his legs closed on my hips and I was trapped. I huffed and listened to the alien voice coming from his gauntlet and then the prince's response. Next thing I knew, the prince hopped off the bed saying something in his alien language and he scooped me off the bed and carried me out of the ship. So much for covering myself up.
I tensed and hugged myself to him, just waiting to run into somebody in the hallways but we made it through the house and into his bedroom undiscovered. I let out a high-pitched shriek though when he tossed me into his bed and then jumped on top of me like a jungle cat. I was worried the tickling would continue, but before he could make a move, a beeping at the door sounded. As the prince moved away I rolled myself up like a burrito in the furs and watched him answer the door. It was the translator. I'd become familiar with the scuff mark on the side of his mask, a line of three gold beads in a strand of hair while the rest held more bronze bands than anything, and the patterns of the blotching on his legs.
The prince spoke and the translator said, "I am going to leave you for a little while, so I can get the wedding in order. There is a guard waiting outside that will watch over you."
"Why can't I come with you?" I whined
"I wouldn't want to ruin the surprises. I will be back shortly, I promise."
"Are you leaving the translator with me?"
"No...He is needed for the wedding preparation-like what foods are safe for human consumption and such."
"Ok." I pouted. I would be alone with no one to talk to.
The prince walked up and leaned over to press his head against mine for a second before he swiftly turned and left. The short burly guard entered, eyes immediately gluing to mine in a way that made my stomach roll. And I still wasn't dressed.
He didn't move from the doorway, just stood there tensely, black dreads hanging over reptilian skin and dull green eyes watching me. Nevertheless, I was sort of sleepy and could just fall asleep until the prince got back. I knew he would not leave me with anyone he did not trust...problem was, I really had to pee. And I didn't know where the bathroom was, or if things even worked the same in their bathrooms. I slowly sat up, hugging the pelts to my body and looked around the prince's room.
There was the main doorway I came in and then two other panels that might be doors-that might be bathrooms. I slowly slid off the bed under the surveillance of the guard and padded to the first door. It slid left into the wall and I knew instantly it had to be the bathroom. A huge hot tub-looking thing was set in the ground in the middle and a few other appliances lined the wall. I walked in and made a quick circle before realizing that the guard had followed me and was standing just inside the door. I really didn't want him to watch me make a fool of myself trying to find the toilet and he'd have to leave it I found it anyway.
Therefore, I timidly stepped up to him and said, "Shoo." I wiggled my fingers at him.
He just stared down at me. I gently placed a palm on his stomach and gave him a shove-which was a big mistake.
He snatched my hand from his skin and twisted it painfully until I was yelping in pain, then, he let me go. I glared up at him and rubbed my wrist a moment, then with my other hand I swung and punched...his hip. Yes, I was a terrible fighter. But the guard advanced on me then, taking steps forward. I backed up and kept backing up until I suddenly lost balance at the edge of the hot tub and was falling backwards.
The guard snatched my arm and tossed me to the side where I fell hard on my ass. I held the pelts around me tightly and clamored to my feet. He stepped towards me again and my heart was racing as my back hit the wall. I swung another punch but this one avoided. I tried to hit him again and he caught my small fist in his palm easily. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was toying with me-just like the prince had been when he had been hunting me. I yanked my hand out of his grip but then waited for his next move. He towered above me and he held out his palm. I stared at him. His fist hit his palm with a smack and then he moved his palm lower. It wasn't until his other hand grabbed my wrist and rolled it into a fist that I understood. I hit his open palm as hard as I could.
He wasn't impressed. The guard took the liberty of maneuvering my arms and even shoved my footing to his liking and then he raised his palm again. I struck. He readjusted the angle of my hips. I struck again. He demonstrated slowly the way his arm moved to hit and I tried to copy him. Finally when I was hitting consistently well he started to hit back, lightly at least. My antics of avoiding a blow were unorthodox and ridiculous at best. Spinning. Diving to the ground. Wiggling and jerking out of the way. He wasn't going to have any of it. He actually stepped on my toes lightly so I couldn't go anywhere and hit me in the shoulder. Repeatedly. It took several attempts but finally I did begin to avoid the blows with a fluid turn. He seemed satisfied enough. His problem mostly seemed to be with the way I looked away when he swung. He kept jerking my face towards him and it was obvious: eyes on the target. For the several minutes he continued to batter me and with his strength he really was being quite gentle, but I still had the feeling a few bruises would turn up.
It was exhilarating and fun-until I tried to surprise kick him. It wasn't a surprise. He quickly bent to catch my foot in mid air and to teach me a lesson he swiftly hauled me effortlessly up into the air by it. I screeched as the pelts fell off my body and onto the floor.
My face turning red from embarrassment and from being held upside down, I began to scream at the top of my lungs, "Put me down! Put me down!"
He dropped me. My hands caught before my head did and I sort of tumbled to the side, landing on my hip painfully. I scavenged up the two fur pelts I had been using and covered myself. Then, I stood up and walked to my bag of things to find clothes. I dressed awkwardly, holding the pelts to hide myself with one hand as the other slipped on the pants and then a t-shirt. My cheeks were still red as I turned back to the staring guard. Well I would show him-I turned back to my things and grabbed the spear the king had gave me.
When I turned, the guard automatically crouched some, as though he was ready for attack. I tried to find the button that unfolded it but couldn't...The guard still looked tense but I walked forward and handed it out to him, pointing at the middle where I thought the button had been. He took the weapon from my hands and seemed to relax some. I watched his clawed finger carefully as he slid a piece of the metal forward to make the device unfold, not hit it like a button. It sprung to full length and he put on a show for me. He was like a ninja the way he moved with the spear-spinning and slicing through imaginary targets. When he stopped, he seemed to inspect the weapon, admiring it maybe. But then when he handed it back to me unfolded, my smile vanished, as it was way too long for me. I had to either raise my arms way high up to keep the end from scratching the floor or hold it lower down on the handle which just made it way off balance. I wouldn't get any lessons on spear fighting today. I slid the metal piece backwards and the weapon collapsed.
I still had to pee anyway.
The guard was actually helpful in the bathroom, showing me the appliances. He tapped the faucet-sort-of-piece and water rained down from the ceiling into the tub: a shower. Another piece made water bubble up from the tub: bath/hot tub. An odd dish sprayed out with a rainbow-curve of water sort of like a drinking fountain when he stepped on a tile on the floor: the sink. In addition, the toilet was a sort-of-seat sunk into the wall with a bowl and buttons on the side wall flushed and cleaned ( as there was no toilet paper). I didn't know if I liked the toilet yet. The process just made me feel uncomfortable-jets of water cleaning you off, and then it even dried you. I did feel clean afterward though...
I didn't even hear the guard leave or the prince enter, as I was fast asleep, curled up in the heavenly soft furs of his bed. It wasn't until I felt something warm pressed to my forehead and heard that wonderful purr that my eyes flickered open. I smiled sleepily at the prince's face.
"Hieee."
I heard the translation of my greeting as my eyes closed again.
"Wake, K'lee, we have wedding affairs to discus."
"Nu-uh." I babbled, pulling the furs closer.
"The wedding is tomorrow, we don't have much time."
"Tomorrow?! Crap you guys work fast..."
I was just blinking and beginning to sit up when the prince's series of clicks and noises began to sound angry. I rubbed at my eyes and yawned.
"K'lee the prince wants to know how you acquired that bruise."
"What bruise?"
The prince tenderly traced a claw around a purple blotch on my upper arm.
"Mmm. Well, the guard got a little rough with me." I said smiling.
I didn't hear the translation, even as the prince grew tense at my side and clicked angrily at the expert. Then, I realized how weird that sounded...naughty even maybe.
"We were just play fighting...training, sort of...nothing weird...or anything..." I was babbling, still only half awake.
Finally, the translator spoke but the prince didn't address me, only spoke to the translator. I was not sure what that meant, I could only hope that I did not get the guard in trouble.
"K'lee, I need your approval on one particular part of the wedding." So we were back to business.
"Alright. What is it?"
"It's an old tradition...and I have been well informed by the expert that it is absolutely unheard of on your planet."
I waited for the prince to continue, curious and nervous at the same time. But the translator seemed to take over, "You see, K'lee, it is an ancient sort of game where all the males at the wedding are presented with a geode-like rock. When the rock is broken open, if the center is a different color than the outside, that particular male gets to mate with the bride."
"W-with me?" I croaked.
"Yes, with you. It is not a commonly practiced tradition any more, really. But Ze'ekelse'qwe is quite interested in incorporating it into the wedding."
"Why?" I sort of whispered the words. I was in a sort of shock.
"I cannot exactly determine why, but he does seem to want to see you with another male."
"But why?"
"K'lee, you can say no to this. He is asking your permission."
"...You'll be at the wedding?"
"Of course."
"And the king?"
"Yes."
I went silent. The prince clicked to the translator, no doubt getting impatient for an answer. And I was in shock-having thought that sex with the guard was a terrible naughty thought and then he brings up this. I didn't really want anyone but him. Why did he want me to be with someone else? I didn't get it. I wished the translator would explain more. Why was it a tradition anyway? I just felt confused. I knew things worked differently here but I just didn't like the thought of it.
I opened my mouth to say no, that I couldn't do it...but the look in the princes eager eyes made me choke on the words.
I'd already hurt him by turning down his proposal at first-how could I say no to this if it was important to him?
"Ok."
"You're going to go through with it?" The translator seemed surprised
"Yea. Yea, I'll do it."
My heart was already racing nervously. The prince's delighted purr calmed me some though and I reached out to entwine my fingers in his.
"Thank you K'lee, I know this will be enjoyable. I do have one other thing to say about the wedding...I want this to be a surprise but some of the wedding features aren't what you are used to. All I need to know is that you will trust me."
"Of course I trust you."
"Good. Then, should I let you go back to sleep or are you hungry?"
"Hungry!" I chirped.
The prince led me to the dining room were food was served to us by helpers of the house. When I was stuffed, he took me back to his bed to sleep, but didn't join. I was absolutely exhausted, feeling as though it had been a very long day-but was quickly informed that yautja days were much longer than earths. He still had wedding details to arrange anyway so I let him go. My eyes were just sliding shut as I saw the guard from before slip into the room.
