Author's note: Short and pointless...just like most of my stories ;-) Otherwise, they never are completed.
"Neanderthals must be matriarchal," Sarah observed over the creature's almost submissive behavior towards her. "He seems to think I'm the one in charge."
"Yeah, he wouldn't be too far off, either." One of the soldiers muttered from behind them. Sarah couldn't tell which one, but she had a few ideas. Of course, not so many ideas as some of Becker's men possessed about the subject of their commanding officer's being 'whipped' by the female scientist.
When he had first spent the night in her tent, Becker had assured her that they couldn't have managed any hanky panky had they wanted to make the attempt. And after spending several nights pinned against him by the snugness of their cocoon and with multiple layers of clothing between them, she was liable to agree with his initial assertion. She wasn't admitting to how much time she had spent considering any possibilities for something naughty occurring.
Of course, it made no difference to his men that they literally couldn't manage anything beyond platonic cuddling. The notion that their commanding officer was bunking down with the only woman in their party was enough to amuse them for hours upon hours. She didn't mind the teasing, but not knowing how he felt about the whole situation she never dared to broach the subject with Becker. Frankly, it was very much preferable to the icy nights she had spent prior.
Again, she didn't attempt to read his reaction, instead ignoring the comment and focusing on the strange creature standing before her.
A/N: Apologies if the American slang his profuse/confusing/OOC... I am North American, after all, and tend to speak/write that way.